Lie Liuyun and the thousand-faced poisonous girl, one is the king of the demon clan, and the other is the old friend of the demon king, the two of them sneered and stood by Lie Wanyan's side.

But the two of them are not in a hurry, as if they have waited for this moment for a long time, and if they don't play with their prey carefully, it will be difficult to enjoy the pleasure of hunting!

Lie Wanyan forcefully forced out a stream of hot tears, dispelling the highly toxic powder stained on her eyelashes, and in an instant, three blood rubies on the top of the White Bone Sword rose out of the air, turning into three blood-red light rings around her body.

Her shocking and stunning face was even more charming by the red light, her eyes were like knives, she looked back and forth at the pair of men and women who had long been in cahoots, and sneered: "For me, you really bother!"

The thousand-faced poisonous woman looked at Lie Wanyan's face that was even more stunning by the red mist, her jealousy was overflowing, and she sneered: "You are such a beautiful woman, but your man is with me and wants to kill you!"

"Heh, I never asked for such a coward as Lie Liuyun, you want to give it to you!" Lie Wanyan sneered.

Before the war began, the poisonous waves gushed out from the hands of the thousand-faced poisonous woman, surrounding Lie Wanyan's enchanting body.

Lie Wanyan covered his face with frost, and shouted sharply: "Don't talk nonsense!

Suddenly, the white bone sword "brush" score was seven, the interception was-for-tat, and there was blood shrouded outside, and the wind and lightning attacked Lie Liuyun and the thousand-faced poisonous girl!

"I'm afraid, it's you who die, and I live. The Thousand-Faced Poisonous Girl smiled faintly and shouted, "Come out!"

The demon concubine was shocked, only to see that behind the flame-blazing Tongtianding, two swift figures floated out, the black-robed An Tucheng and the Flame Killing Tiger, attacking the demon concubine like a whirlwind!

Right now, on the side of the Hanging River, as far as the eye can see, the snow-white territory covered with thousands of miles of ice is full of war-torn devastation!

The chameleon-changing legion that blends with the ice field is like a white deer running wildly with its hooves, stepping through countless pieces of blood-condensed war flowers, following the iron hooves of the head of the owl and climbing the Hong, and approaching the land of kings - the Cold Palace!

The Hanging River, which has always been gentle and snowy, has changed dramatically. Along the area of the Canghan Palace, the fierce white-haired wind swept the jade tree branches, blowing countless white demon snow demons dancing wildly in the air!

The pavilions and pavilions are stacked with silver and jade, trembling and self-pity in the storm that covers the sky and the sky......

The unique cold palace, in the wind and snow abuse of the world is immovable, the dome points to the sky, bullying the frost and snow, the coveting in Panhong's eyes is difficult to hold, I can't wait to take this atmospheric Qionggong as my own!

The army of fire demons is like a vast black ember, gathered less than a hundred miles away from the cold palace, this is the boundary between the royal and the commoners, the terrain in front of it is abruptly raised, forming a plateau like the roof of the continent, hundreds of thousands of armored guards stand on the top of the plateau, surround the king's heavy city layer by layer, and confront the eager army of fire demons in the air.

The demon god Youye hovered in the air, a huge carpet-like black shadow glided down, and swept over the top of Panhong's head, and the violent risk of Gang scraped Panhong down, Panhong calmed down, pressed the domineering in his eyes, and shouted: "The demon god is above, and the disciple Panhong is waiting for the dispatch!"

Youye was like a shocking ghost mist, haunted above the army's head out of nowhere, and a low roar poured down from the clouds, shaking countless people!

"Yan Sheng'er sticks to a corner of the high ground and does not move, there will inevitably be deception, and you must not rush in! Right now, most of the Hanging River has been included in my Yan Demon Bag, even if it is eaten inward a little bit, it can swallow the Hanging River! We will accompany Yan Sheng Xiao'er to consume it!"

Although the demon god Youye had no body, his voice traveled for hundreds of miles, hitting the ears of Yan Sheng, the Holy Monarch of the Hanging River in the Canghan Palace.

He was surrounded by a group of famous generals, listening to Youye's mouthful of "Yan Sheng Xiaoer", they were filled with righteous indignation, and they couldn't wait to meet the enemy immediately.

Yan Sheng was wearing a long robe and scarf, but he was calm between his eyebrows, playing with a pair of crystal clear ice beads in his hand, and Lang Lang smiled: "You Ye is also a few thousand years old, so it doesn't hurt to let him take advantage of it." ”

At this time, everyone was even more confused, especially Yuan Yanyi, who had just withdrawn from the killing field, could not control the resentment in his heart for a while, and raised his voice: "Holy Monarch, the house has been demolished, and the ass is going to be lost!

"Don't be rude!" Granny Suo Luo frowned and reprimanded, and Yuan Yanyi was immediately silenced.

There was also a bold whispered complaint next to him: "Watching Panhong lead the troops to the door of the house, where he showed off his might, we, the veterans who came and went in the wind, turned into a shrunken turtle, what a nest!"

Yan Sheng's pair of clear eyes slowly scanned, and saw that except for the four elders, the rest of them had all become hot pot ants, Yan Sheng said without hurrying or impatience: "Everyone, I know that everyone is eager to protect the country, although the fire demon invaded the middle land of the Hanging River in one go, but Yuan Yanyi retreated the people meritorious, and the country's foundation was not damaged. I have my own arrangements for the future. ”

Immediately, Yan Sheng smiled heartily and asked softly: "Or, who has a good plan now, just say it?"

All the soldiers looked at each other for a while, looking at the confident appearance of the Holy Monarch, and the clear eyes with cunning eyes, these people usually shouted bloody slogans similar to "bloody battles, sacrifice for the country", in comparison, all of them have become reckless moves, and they are not worth taking out to offer treasures.

Although I don't know what the Holy Monarch is selling, the mood of the soldiers has gradually calmed down.

Hundreds of miles away, the angry Yan Demon Clan, shouted at the Canghan Palace, except for pouring a mouthful of snow slag, did not get any response, the more so, in order to motivate the army, Panhong pretended to be proud, and shouted: "Hangchuan is already afraid without a fight, the turtle is cowering in the Cold Palace, and if you wait a little longer, you will abandon your armor and surrender!"

Having said that, Panhong's scheming heart was also wondering in every way, and he quickly thought about what tricks Yan Sheng was playing.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle swept through Pan Hong's ears with snow and wind, Pan Hong's face changed, he stretched out his big palm and grabbed the flying thing, and when he spread his palm, he saw that it was a crumpled paper ball, and after smoothing it out, it was written on it: "The soul cave has changed!"

Panhong's two hairy black eyebrows were raised, his eyes "swished", and his face turned calm again.

At this time, I saw a blue sword shadow in the sky, flying towards Panhong, Panhong looked at it, and immediately said unhappily: "Changhui, you don't stay at the tail of the army, beware of Lei Lijun leading the troops to sneak attack, what are you doing here!"

Qin Changhui tightened his slender legs, fluttered his sword and fell to the ground, carefully looked at Panhong's expression, and said in a low voice: "Holy King, the Flame Demon Clan has led troops to attack the Soul Cave, and now it is in the Tongtian Palace!"

"I know, you stand down. Panhong nodded disappreciatively and waved his hand at Qin Changhui.

Qin Changhui said in disbelief: "Holy King, the Tongtian Temple is a temple dedicated to the deep fire of the holy relics, and it is the lifeblood of the fire demons! Why doesn't the Holy King care about it at all? Why don't Changhui lead a group of elites back to the temple, Changhui is willing to fight to the death to protect the holy relics!"