"Woo~~"

"Whoosh~~"

"Whew~~"

In the fortress on the top of the mountain, in the wide and empty school field, a dragon spear flew up and down, and the gorgeous shadow of the spear was dazzling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info bursts of wind burst into the sound one after another, but in the chaos there is an elusive rhythm.

"Broken!"

"Roar!!"

A coquettish shout rang out, and the dancing tip of the spear suddenly pointed upward. Immediately, I saw a pitch-black dragon spiraling out from the dragon lance, with a breathtaking dragon roar, straight into the sky.

"Boom~~~"

It was like a rolling thunderbolt exploding in unison, and the dragon exploded as it touched the clouds, scattering all the clouds within a radius of ten miles.

"Hiss~~Huh~~"

The owner of the dragon lance calmed his breath and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Under the backdrop of the purple gold armor, it actually showed a beautiful face that was delicate enough to suffocate people.

"Goo~~"

The sound of swallowing saliva came and went, and for a while, there was a crowd of people around the school field, and the sound of commotion began to boil.

"Wow!!! Lord Martial God's Ghost Flame Demon Dragon Spear seems to be a little more powerful! No matter how many times you watch it, you will feel thrilled!"

"Yes, yes, but more thrilling than this magic power, it should be the perfect appearance of Lord Martial God. ”

"Hahaha! You kid will tell the truth! Lord Martial God is the number one beauty in our Yama Ghost Sect, not only is she beautiful, but her strength is even stronger! I don't know how many men are drooling and looking at it like us. ”

"Mmmm, that's right, that's right! Even the personal disciple of the head of the Corpse Demon Sect has come to mention it!"

"Hey, what about the personal disciple of the sect, haven't you been crippled by a shot from our Martial God?!"

"Hey, seriously, does Lord Martial God have a fetish for phoenix yin? Why haven't you talked about the dual cultivation of Taoist couples in a hundred years?"

"Phew! What are you talking nonsense, you! Don't you slap your mouth! Lord Martial God is just concentrating on the conquest and development of the Immortal Yuan Secret Realm, and has no time to take care of the affairs of men and women! Otherwise, how do you think our proud record of winning ten battles was obtained?!"

"Ah, that's right. Since Lord Martial God formed our Cangjia Army, he has really not been defeated in the battle in the Immortal Yuan Secret Realm over the years. But it's a pity...... Alas~~ If I am lucky enough to be a Taoist companion with Lord Martial God, even if it is only in name, I will have no regrets in this life. ”

"Bah, bah, bah! You shameless thing should be slapped even more! Become a two-day Taoist couple with Lord Martial God? Do your big dreams in the spring and autumn!"

“......”

All the sounds of conversation were in the bottom of my ears, and the woman in the center of the school field frowned, and the dragon gun in her hand "creaked". Suddenly, the dragon lance was raised high, and then it jerked down!

"Smack!!"

The rift spread from the tip of the sword to the edge of the schoolyard before stopping.

Immediately afterwards, the shouting and scolding seemed to come from the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, and the terrifying power almost took everyone's hearts away.

"Bastard, did you come to this Yuan Demon Realm to let you idle around and wait for death?! Why don't you hurry up and practice your magic powers!!"

"Uh......"

"It's over, it's over, Lord Valkyrie is angry! Run!"

Time seemed to stop suddenly, and in the next second, the crowd of people scattered in a hurry, and no one dared to stay any longer.

"Ah~~"

Looking at the empty school field again, the woman sighed, turned her eyes to her hands, and a deep sense of powerlessness inexplicably surged up from the bottom of her heart.

"What's wrong with me...... They are all relatives and subordinates who have been fighting for many years, so why bother with them......? Alas~~"

Cang Ling'er, the first beauty of the Yama Ghost Sect, one of the pioneer elders, the founder of the Cangjia Army, the Valkyrie of the Immortal Yuan Secret Realm, the holder of the highest winning streak, and so on.

These countless auras used to be the biggest asset she was proud of, but now, the auras had become a burden, weighing down the goddess a little breathless.

Since she founded the Cangjia Army more than a hundred years ago, she has a feeling of imminent defeat for the first time.

In this small secret realm of the immortal yuan called the Yuan Demon Realm, it has been conquered for three years, and in the past three years, Cang Ling'er has led the brave and warlike Cangjia army to fight against the enemy, and it will win every battle, expelling no less than ten large and small sect forces. Today, only the two major ghost sects of the Yama Ghost Sect and the Netherworld Purgatory are left in the entire Yuan Demon Realm, as well as the army stationed.

I thought that I would lead the Cangjia army to march forward like before, and beat all the rabble of the Netherworld Purgatory back to their hometown in one go. But what she didn't expect was that just two months ago, Netherworld Purgatory suddenly sent a team of powerful monks who were good at concealment spells, and while the Cangjia army was busy collecting grain and grass, they sneaked up on the garrison fortress of the Yama Ghost Sect.

Although the Cangjia army, which got the news, returned in time to kill and repel all the people who attacked the sneak attack, and the actual losses in the fortress were almost negligible, unfortunately, the three elders who were in charge of surveying the enemy with the Ghost Eye Channeling Technique were all seriously injured, and it would be difficult to participate in the battle within a year.

Since then, in the two months so far, although there have been fewer defeats and more victories, it has not affected the overall situation. But the subordinates don't know, but Cang Ling'er knows very well in her heart, these victories are all based on their own personal strong cultivation to turn defeat into victory, if the enemy sends a military general with the same strength as him in the future, then the future battle will definitely end in a fiasco.

Losing the enemy's intelligence is equivalent to no one interfering in the summoner's canyon, no matter how strong the individual is, he can't fight the enemy's whole team after all.

Cang Ling'er didn't want to ask the sect for help, but the only people in the Yama Ghost Sect who knew the art of ghost eyes and gods were the four elders of Kankan and the Wang Xuanji Wang Patriarch of Tianji Peak. Now that the three elders were wounded in her Cangjia army to recuperate, what kind of face did she have to ask the only remaining one to come to help?

Do you want to ask the patriarch to personally come and supervise the battle? unless she wants to provoke an all-out struggle between the two famous factions!

"Lord Martial God, lunch has been prepared, do you want to serve it now?"

In the handsome tent, a female cultivator saluted respectfully to Cang Ling'er, who was frowning on the main seat, and her expression was already filled with fear.

"What happened to the three elders?"

Cang Ling'er didn't answer, but asked her out loud.

"This ...... My lord, the injuries of the three elders have not improved in any way. ”

After a moment of confusion in her heart, the nun still decided to answer truthfully.

"Oh~~, is it...... I know, go down. ”

The sadness on her pretty face aggravated a little again, and Cang Ling'er waved her hand, signaling that the nun could leave.

"But...... Lord Valkyrie, you haven't eaten a grain of rice for three days, no matter what, even if you eat a bowl of porridge!"

I don't know where the courage came from, the female cultivator stepped forward, and in the face of this Valkyrie who could crush her with one hand, her words showed a bit of strength.

However, Cang Ling'er didn't intend to accept this love, she still waved her hand, and said indifferently: "I know, you go down." ”