Ye Luo led his troops out of the south gate and rushed to the Mituo River.

Although the Flame Mountain collapsed, its fire poison spiritual power still terrified the demon clan, so it chose to land in the lower reaches of the Weituo River.

By night, thousands of dragon soldiers crossed the forests and mountains, taking shortcuts and rushing away.

Before dawn, thousands of dragon soldiers of Shanshui had arrived on the bank of the Mituo River, crouched behind a mountain bag, quietly watching the movement on the river, rows of big boats leaning close together, bolted to the bronze iron pillars on the riverside.

The crossbowmen behind him had already chosen their positions, just waiting for an order.

Ye Luo beckoned everyone behind him to wait and see first, and not to act rashly, so as not to be discovered by the demon soldiers. Alone on his own, he sneaked into the river to find out the situation.

After a stick of incense, Ye Luo went ashore and arranged the task.

The crossbowmen were divided into three groups, prepared with plenty of fire, and fired crossbows from three directions.

Shanshui's launching and digging of the ship started at the same time.

Ye Luo waved his hand and asked, "Twenty of them with outstanding force, follow me to the ship to spill oil." ”

In a few moments, there were about twenty people standing in the array.

"Okay, that's it, these brothers, you must remember the situation of the demon soldiers' sentinels, first suspend the oil in the river, and solve the sentry guards before acting. ”

More than twenty elite soldiers nodded silently.

"There are three sentry guards on the riverside, which are in groups of three, guarding in turn, divided into east, west and north, supervising more than 100 large ships, and there are ten patrol guards on board, which is easy to solve. ”

After hearing this, they nodded again, and were in charge of the sentry guards in the east, west, and north respectively.

Ye Luo flew onto the side of the ship, slipped to the back, directly fitted his body, and twisted the neck of the demon soldier.

In less than a moment, he had already solved eight.

The sentry guards on the side of the ship, who happened to be the last two, were napping and chatting, leaning against the cabin with two wolf-headed sticks, their hands stuffed in the pockets of wolfskin furs, and enduring the cold of the river.

Long Yuan's sword light flashed, and the two demon soldiers sealed their throats with a sword, and fell to the ground in all directions.

The sentinels on the river bank were also cleared, and more than 20 elite soldiers flew on the boat, carried the oil suspended in the river, and began to splash it.

Ye Luo walked very quickly, one flip and one step, and the ship's side was full of flowing oil.

Suddenly, at the stern railing of the lower deck, a demon soldier was taking off his pants and urinating into the river, when he heard a sound, turned his head to look back, and instantly shouted.

"There are thieves!

Ye Luo hurriedly glanced at it, and the demon soldier ran into the cabin with his pants in his hand, and there was a stirring in the entire cabin.

Ye Luo kicked over the oil barrel, took out the signal cigarette in his arms, and pulled it into the sky, a colorful firework exploded in mid-air, and he hurriedly ordered the dragon soldiers to go into the water, and the feather arrows flew into the sky, and they crackled and burned on the deck.

The thousands of demon soldiers in the ship panicked and were shot

It was even more tragic, with flames surrounding the whole body and being burned into ashes.

Where the flames were not ignited on the sides of the boats on both sides, the demon commander began to command and dispatch, and hurriedly lifted the river water to put out the fire, but the fire was too fierce, and the east wind blew strongly, spreading into a sea of fire.

The demon soldier was instantly engulfed in flames, and a puff of oil smoke came up. The ship was crackling and burning, and it had already capsized, and the river water poured in through the hole and began to sink slowly.

More than half of the thousands of demon soldiers have been killed and wounded, and there are also demon soldiers who are burning all over their bodies and hurriedly diving.

"Poof!

Smash up a cloud of water.

The demon clan leader who guarded the boat swept the fire and put it on the riverbank, and the demon soldiers who were choked by the water in the river and were about to suffocate to the shore crawled to the shore for their lives, and the overturned Qianyi boat smashed into the water, crashed into the bottom of the water, and drowned in the silt at the bottom of the river.

The few survivors left could only hold on to their burned arms, legs and feet, and fell and fell, embarrassed.

Ye Luo mentioned Long Yuan and shouted loudly: "Brothers, clean up the battlefield. ”

Ye Luo flew in front of the demon clan leader, the man was dressed in a fox fur mink coat, carrying a nine-toothed nail rake, his voice was like a jackal, and he glanced at it obliquely, like a tiger looking at mountains and rivers.

Ye Luo didn't talk nonsense anymore, picked up the Longyuan Imperial Qi, and pulled up hundreds of white mangs sword flowers with one sword, breaking out a violent wind.

"Boom ......"

A sword resisted a rake, and the sword swirled around its fingers, and the tip of the sword slashed on the soft throat of the demon leader, and fell to the ground.

Tens of thousands of dragon soldiers pressed a piece of black, pounced on the river bank, frightened the demon soldiers turned their heads and fled, fell to the ground like rain, one after another, crossed into the river, sank and died, and floated with the river to the downstream of the river.

Above the river, thick smoke billowed and drifted straight up.

Ye Luo returned with the dragon soldiers and directly outflanked Nanshui City.

When I arrived at the foot of Nanshui City, the morning light was thin, and there were not many demon soldiers left in the city.

The main force had arrived at the city of Hanjiang City last night, preparing to attack the city, and the demon fox Qianluo of the demon clan personally rode a wolf to deter the dragon soldiers.

Above the city, His Royal Highness Longyang was full of pride, and shouted proudly: "Old demon fox, just tie your hands and arrest it, just rely on your wolf dogs, can you cross the Weituo River?"

The fox Qianluo raised his legs and flew up, standing on one foot, and a spiked green fox voice hissed, and the sound began to swirl in his ears.

"After capturing Hanjiang City, the demon clan is moving north, what is the reason for retreating?"

His Highness Long Yang laughed wildly.

"The demon clan and the dragon clan have a thousand-year-old feud, plundering the city and killing people, but after all, the evil is still invincible!"

Fox Qianluo curled his fingers with one hand, and his eyes seemed to be full of fox, this monster is not bad.

His Royal Highness Long Yang hurriedly urged the Gang Qi to protect his body, so as not to be disturbed by the sound of the fox, and fell into the foxy way.

He tilted his head and pointed, and Han Tianhao went into battle with a hammer.

The tall horse was opposite the wolves, and the war horse exhaled and trampled around

Pace.

Han Tianhao's bronze armor was golden, and his body was full of muscles and bones, like a moving copper wall, and a copper hammer smashed on the ground under the city, and it shook suddenly. He turned around and picked up another brass hammer, and the two hammers were smashed out in unison. The horizontal flesh on the belly flashed twice, and the copper hammer had already reached the wolf head in front of Fox Qianluo.

With a stroke of the hammer, the wolf's head flashed, the fox Qianluo floated lightly on the ground, and the dragon soldiers behind him fought with knives and fought with the demon soldiers.

Suddenly, a golden light rushed to the sky, Chiyang real people sat on the top of the city, floating in the air to draw a line of golden seal talismans, the golden word reincarnation operated, and one after another golden needles were like rain, shooting towards the demon soldiers.

Han Tianhao took advantage of the situation to pull out the hammer, raised the scissors and smashed them angrily, a burst of dust flew, the wind rolled up, and the sky was dark. All you can hear is the shouting of killing and the sound of blades clashing.

His Royal Highness Long Yang pulled out a knife from the hand of a dragon soldier, and hung on the head of the swirling yellow dust, staring down, and there was no figure in sight.

Han Tianhao slashed his blood with a hammer, roared forward, formed a wall of qi, and flew out.

The sand and dust fell, and the vision gradually became clearer.

Fox Qianluo brushed up his water sleeves, enchanting and amorous, Han Tianhao was just fascinated, he instantly closed his eyes and shook his head, picked up the copper hammer and smashed it away.

The fox fell into a doppelganger, accumulating the qi in his body, floating in the air in a hand-over-over-cloud posture, rolling up with a force to kill, the water sleeves were sharp and angular, like a sharp blade, flying and slashing at Han Tianhao's feet and the top of his head.

Han Tianhao pulled out the hammer against the gangqi, retreated, the boots under his feet were already a few inches deep, and a domineering gang force in his chest was about to gush out, he clenched his hand, and the copper hammer was sent forward, and was bounced away by the gang, squatting on the ground, a posture of a flat sand and a goose.

The blade of the water sleeve rolled in front of Han Tianhao's eyes, and was broken in half by the sword of His Royal Highness Long Yang.

"Old monster, still playing with bells and whistles?"

Fox Qianluo smiled lightly: "Under the water sleeve of the deity, I don't know how many people have died, if it weren't for the bad things of you, an old dragon thing, this rough and reckless man would already be a corpse." ”

His Royal Highness Long Yang shook his sword and snorted coldly: "The green fox has no strengths except for a commotion!"

The fox Qianluo stared directly, with bloody red nails on his ten fingers, and his rolled sleeves were like cherry blossoms flying, flashing with golden light.

"Yin Long ......"

(End of chapter)