"Miscellaneous birds, suffer death!"

With a roar, Wen Yongfeng held a long sword with blue light like jade, and his spiritual power rose to the sky, turning into a blue light from the white feather demon in the city towards the sky, and shot out the crane feather, the long sword pointed directly at the other party, and the killing intent in his eyes was clear. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although Wen Yongfeng is gray-haired, he looks closely and has a childish face, without any sense of old age. He was wearing a cyan robe, a green jade belt was tied around his waist, and his thin figure was shrouded in the robe, which couldn't help but give people the illusion that he was about to die.

But the indomitable determination exuded by his body at this time is impossible to look at, giving people the feeling that he can fight tigers on the mountain and capture dragons when he goes down to the sea, and he can't help but think of the image of a warrior charging into battle among the ten thousand armies.

Those who are familiar with Wen Yongfeng know that although he looks quite old now, the essence and spirit in his body are actually locked in his bones.

And Wen Yongfeng cultivated the path of martial arts, took the sword path of killing, and when he was young, he left Qingshui City to join the county army in Qianyuan County in order to sharpen his sword, and participated in hundreds of battles.

"Old bastard looking for death!"

Hearing this, the white feather demon shouted angrily, flapped his wings, stretched his neck, and with his long pointed beak as the edge, a cyan whirlwind emerged from his entire body to wrap himself, and rushed towards Wen Yongfeng with the great power of the falling stars.

This old bastard of the human race dares to call him a miscellaneous bird, which is unbearable, and only by fighting can he see the real chapter!

The power of the sky-rushing star against the falling star, the tip of the sword against the sharp beak, the two fought each other, making a thunderous sound, and the remnants of the wind overflowed, but because the strength was almost the same, and it was the same wind attribute, it was a half-catty and eight taels.

After a collision, the crane feather wings waved, and two huge wind blades more than ten meters long struck Wen Yongfeng, the blue light was cloudy, and the sound was not stopped, through the battle just now, he knew that this celebrity human race master was not much weaker than himself, so he did not have the slightest carelessness, and directly used all his strength.

Wen Yongfeng was also unambiguous, the green wind in his hand blew the willow sword danced, and the continuous sword qi dao flew out, continuously hitting the two huge wind blades swung out by the crane feather, forcibly destroying its power and scattering it into a wisp of fresh wind.

Just when the white feather demon general Crane Feather was fighting with Wen Yongfeng, the master of the human race in Qingshui City, the two hundred demon soldiers of the Flying Feather Legion finally flew to the top of the city wall of Qingshui City, drew their bows and arrows at a height of 100 meters, and shot a rain of arrows composed of two hundred iron arrows in one go.

Although the power of each branch of this rain of arrows is not as strong as their demon general Crane Feather, but the power should not be underestimated, the strong power of the iron tire longbow and the power of a hundred meters of falling momentum make these iron arrows easily take the lives of nearly two hundred Terran soldiers, and the strong lethality is not something that Lian Shan Armor can easily resist.

First, the white feather demon general Crane Feather's second-stage attack of sword feathers, and then a wave of arrow rain from the Flying Feather Legion, the elite legion of the human race was damaged by more than 400 people for a while, and the morale instantly fell to the extreme.

However, there was no rout, but they were also the elite troops of Qingshui City, and behind them were relatives in their respective families.

Even so, it's not a way to go on like this!

If the Flying Feather Legion flying at a height of 100 meters is not dealt with immediately, each of their attacks can easily take the lives of nearly two hundred comrades.

And at this moment, the demon clans who were left on the city wall by the light curtain all frantically rushed towards the elite of Qingshui City whose morale was dripping in front of them, and the demon magic and the sharp claws and fangs went hand in hand, changing the situation of being pressed and beaten just now.

Weren't you arrogant just now?

Isn't it arrogant when you wield the weapon in your hand?

Let you be arrogant!

Let you be arrogant again!

Facing the low-level demon clan who fought back wildly, coupled with another wave of arrow rain in the sky, the elite of Qingshui City, who had finally come up, were slowly pressed down from the city wall, no matter how unwilling they were, there was no way at all.

Although they also have archers, their strength is generally not high, and they can't shoot to a height of 100 meters to cause damage to those birds and demons.

"Edgeworth, kill!"

I only heard a crisp light drink suddenly coming from the streets of the houses near the city wall, and with this sentence, three hundred cultivators suddenly appeared, one hundred of them were wearing cyan robes, and it seemed that they should belong to Qingshui City.

And the other two hundred were wearing purple robes, and looking at the clothes and accessories, it was the style that Ming Zheng, a disciple of the Purple Sword Sect who Wu Gui and Shrimp Mao met, was wearing at that time!

Standing in front of these three hundred people was a beautiful and moving woman, if Wu Gui was here, he would definitely be able to recognize this woman as the Si'er he put five years ago!

As soon as Si'er's words fell, he took the lead in using his spiritual power to use the sword technique, and the delicate red long sword in his hand turned into a rainbow light and shot towards the two hundred Flying Feather Legions in the sky, followed by the flying swords of a hundred Qingshui City cultivators and two hundred disciples of the Purple Sword Sect.

The three hundred flying swords are like rainbow lights with different brilliance shining directly into the sky, just looking at the power without thinking about it, you must know that the power is not much worse, but it is precisely because of the rainbow light carried on the flying sword that the three hundred flying swords were discovered by the people of the Flying Feather Legion before they approached, you must know that the bird's vision is already keen, not to mention that the rainbow on this flying sword is quite ostentatious.

The demon soldiers of the Flying Feather Legion also dispersed in an instant under the leadership of their respective squad leaders, either flying to a high place, or scattering to the left and right, and the iron-tired longbow in their hands was not idle, and the target was transferred to the three hundred cultivators who suddenly appeared.

"Scatter!"

In the face of the counterattack of the Flying Feather Legion, Si'er gave the order without hesitation, and Ling Luo saw that the three hundred people were scattered to the surrounding streets, either in small groups or alone, and avoided.

With a tap of her toes, Si'er, who was hidden behind a private house in a few vertical leaps, looked at the sky with a trace of hatred in her eyes, and pinched her magic power with both hands, only to see her red long sword flying high in the air suddenly roared softly, followed by a flying bird to turn around and kill towards a demon soldier of the Flying Feather Legion.

As soon as Si'er's sword moved, the three hundred flying swords that followed also began to act, either killing the demon soldiers of the Flying Feather Legion alone, or combining three or four swords together to flank a demon soldier.

Fortunately, the dispute between the two demon clans has been more than 10,000 years, and both sides are very familiar with each other's attack methods, and the demon soldiers of the Flying Feather Legion have long been prepared, but in an instant, there are still four or five demon soldiers who were either careless or unlucky and were beheaded under the sword, falling straight from the sky, and the bones were gone.

"It's almost time for the fire, let's do it too!"

Witnessing the iron shield demon general Gu Libo, who was standing on top of the hundred-meter wave standing straight and witnessed the beginning of the war, suddenly said in a deep voice at this time, it can be seen that the leopard in the tube can be seen, in his opinion, Qingshui City, whether it is the strength on the surface or the strength hidden, has been almost displayed, and the strength that continues to be hidden in the dark is not much stronger, it is time to end this war.

Hearing this, the black snake demon brushed Qu Yan from the hair next to his cheek, and said lightly, "I have no opinion." ”

"Let's get started!"

Nodding at the Iron Shield Demon General Gu Libo, Pang Jin said directly and cleanly, he also felt that this war should be over.

The words fell, the demonic power operated, and the huge waves groaned softly......