No one expected that a big war would break out! At this critical moment of arrest, the Bitter Cold Demon Clan actually came to join in the fun. If Tian Rongxuan was let go, Tang Qingshan would not have the face to return to Pinglan Fort at all.

The old man Ganjie has been fighting horses all his life, worrying about the country and the people. Unexpectedly, the evening festival was not guaranteed, and he was killed in his own home by the righteous son who was brought up by himself.

Even if Tang Qingshan, who had lost his mind, he could vaguely remember the first time the old man held his hand and explained the art of war to him on the huge sand table, which was clear and detailed.

"Uh... Ahh

A strange syllable sounded out of his throat again, and Tang Qingshan didn't want to recall the past with the old man. He felt so painful that a bloody tear crossed the side of the young man's face.

Closer, closer. Seeing that he could catch Tian Rongxuan, who was close at hand, there was a sudden change on the battlefield.

A black figure shot at the two of them, their legs running at great speed. When he came to the bank of the Yuyong River, his body was extremely close together and contracted. Then he unfolded suddenly, kicking his legs on the ground, kicking up a slight amount of dust. The body soars into the sky as if it had no weight.

Tang Qingshan only wanted to catch Tian Rongxuan, and the two of them chased after each other, and they didn't have time to take care of the others.

"Tom!"

An explosion spread throughout the battlefield, and Tang Qingshan was only a line away from being able to catch Tian Rongxuan. The Bitter Cold Demon flew into the clouds not just to observe the movements of the two.

In fact, there was no intention of attacking Pinglan Fort in the bitter cold today. It was Tang Qingshan's murderous intent and bloodlust that attracted the attention of the lord here in the Bitter Cold Land. If Tang Qingshan was still conscious now, then he would definitely be shocked.

The person who came to intercept him was none other than Yuwen Bei, the only son of the Lord of Tiefu City, that is, the Demon Nine Spirit who broke the ban.

Compared to before, Demon Nine Spirit's hair turned lilac. In the white pupils, the crimson pupils and the current Tang Qingshan stood together and couldn't tell who was the demon. The fairness of the skin is not inferior to that of Yiduo, the royal daughter of the Yiyuan clan. On the white palm, the huge black nails are still so terrifying.

Demon Jiu Ling tilted his head sideways and looked at Tang Qingshan. The huge nail of his right hand pierced Tian Rongxuan's shoulder blades, and blood dripped to the ground.

"You seem to have become a little different, interesting and interesting. ”

This was the first time that the Demon Nine Spirit had spoken in front of a human being, and although it was the appearance of an adult man, a childish voice came out of his voice. Looking at Tang Qingshan's scarlet eyes, there was a hint of banter in Mo Jiuling's eyes. Tang Qingshan couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was friend or foe, but Tian Rongxuan was in his hands.

The brows were tangled together, and the two red-eyed men looked at each other like this.

"You want him?"

Waving his right arm, the Demon Nine Spirit lifted Tian Rongxuan up. Tang Qingshan reached out to grab it, and Demon Jiu Ling raised his arm to hide to the side.

"How's that going to work? Although you found this prey first, I was the one who captured it. ”

Red blood mist gushed out from his nose again, and Tang Qingshan's fists clenched.

"Do you want to fight? This prey is yours!, but if you lose, you'll have to follow me back to the bitter cold. I want you to always be by my side and conquer the royal capital Qiu Chuan with me!"

It doesn't matter if Tang Qingshan can understand what he is saying. With a wave of Demon Jiuling's arm, Tian Rongxuan was thrown out of the distance. In the hole in his shoulder, bright red blood flowed slowly. The smell of blood wafted across the plain with the wind, and the two people who looked at each other were attracted by the smell of blood at the same time. Demon Jiu Ling had a fascinated expression on his face, and so did Tang Qingshan.

After a while, the two of them stabilized their minds.

Demon Nine Spirit was the first to speak.

"Don't say I'm bullying you, pick a weapon yourself. ”

The left hand stretched out a huge claw and swung it sideways, and a wave of energy tore through the void. Several weapons fell on the grass, and Demon Jiu Ling motioned Tang Qingshan to choose them at will with his eyes. Tang Qingshan looked at the weapons on the ground, and then at the Demon Nine Spirits. There was no expression on his calm face. A gentle breeze blew beside the two of them, and the next moment, Tang Qingshan's whole body was surging with energy. On tiptoe, he leaped in front of the Demon Nine Spirits. Halfway through, he swept his legs, and several weapons flew towards the Demon Nine Spirit at the same time.

"Hahaha, interesting. You're such a surprise guy, I thought you had lost your mind. Unexpectedly, the instinct to fight was still so good. ”

His left hand blocked the flying blades, and his right hand reached forward. The place where the claws grabbed it was the place where Tang Qingshan was going to stay. The road ahead was cut off, and Tang Qingshan grabbed a knife and a sword. The body twisted in mid-air, spinning rapidly like a spinning top, and rushed towards the Demon Nine Spirits sideways.

Mo Jiu Ling originally wanted him to suffer a little first, but he didn't expect him to be so strong. The claws crossed to resist Tang Qingshan's blade, and under the rapid cutting, a dazzling spark burst out between the blade's sword and the sharp claws.

Taking advantage of Tang Qingshan's old moves, there is no place to borrow. The Demon Nine Spirit flew up and kicked Tang Qingshan's back, and Tang Qingshan, who was in mid-air, was directly kicked out and flew away. Looking at Tang Qingshan, who had fallen to the ground, Demon Jiu Ling stroked his claws with regret.

"You reckless man who can only rush forward, you will fight when you fight. You've worn out other people's claws, and they're going to fight with you. ”

If someone watches this one-man demon competition in front of them, they will definitely feel their scalp tingle. It's just a big man who talks like a child, who is this girl chirping?

Tang Qingshan's back straightened, and he stood up directly. The blade in his hand was broken by Tang Qingshan by violent means in just one turn. Looking at the two long handles in his hand. Tang Qingshan snorted angrily, and threw the long handle with both hands at the same time. The broken blade flew towards the Demon Nine Spirit with the sound of breaking wind, and the Demon Nine Spirit dodged the blow lightly sideways.

Looking up, Tang Qingshan had disappeared without a trace. Without warning, he raised his arms to protect his forehead, and a golden lightning bolt struck Demon Jiu Ling's right shoulder with the sound of breaking wind.

"Broken tendons!"

This was Tang Qingshan's only means of hand-to-hand combat, and it was also the only punch that Immortal Demon Luo had instructed Tang Qingshan before he disappeared.

The palm thunder swirled wildly at the mouth of the heart, as if it was finally its turn. The majestic power of thunder poured out through Tang Qingshan's left fist.

"Tom!"

The thunder hit the target, and the demon nine spirits did not deal with the palm thunder before the ban was lifted. Now it can be regarded as an enemy meeting, and it is very red-eyed. One punch dug the Demon Nine Spirit into the sky, and the strong impact made the Demon Nine Spirit's chest suffocate. Fly to the apex and be affected by gravity. Demon Nine Spirit's body fell rapidly.

"Bang. ”

There was a muffled sound, and the grass blades around the Demon Nine Spirits fell and smashed.

I thought that Tang Qingshan had lost his mind and had no brute strength. Looking at the blackened right arm, Demon Jiu Ling was ashamed and indignant. Unexpectedly, the damn hammer was hidden in his body, and the grass in Mo Jiu Ling's mouth was spit out.

The blood-red pupils flickered, staring at Tang Qingshan not far away.