The sky was full of the shadow of his sharp claws, and the deputy head of the regiment was convinced that even if there was a real martial power in front of him, he was sure that the other party would suffer a big loss.

In the thunder, mixed with the shouts of a group of poisonous dragon murderers on the city wall, the deputy head of the regiment felt that this move should be accompanied by the invincible aura of heavenly might, unfortunately, he swooped in front of the young man, that is, when he swooped down on the top of those strange magic patterns, it was like hitting an invisible wall, he thought that the most relied on the law of fire, but at this time sent out the strongest backlash, he only felt as if frozen in mid-air, the entire world had disappeared, only endless flames remained, the flames completely contained him, but it was not the natal flame that he was familiar with at all, it was an extremely strange and extremely violent fireworks。

What made him feel distracted the most was that a huge dragon head poked out from the depths of the flames, and with an earth-shaking roar, it was devouring him, and he didn't have time to react at all, and was hit hard by the dragon head......

Suddenly, all the flames disappeared, the confinement on the body also disappeared, the terrifying dragon also disappeared, and the entire shijie finally returned to normal.

He was catapulted back, and in the process, he could even see the raindrops the size of beans falling slowly in front of him, and the blood mist from his mouth stained the huge silver lightning in the sky.

Boom - he finally fell to the ground, and the rhythm of the whole shijie returned to normal, and he heard the tumult of fear on the wall behind him, and heard the sound of rain dripping on his face and the land around him.

In the rumbling thunder, he turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the enemy, the young man was still bowing his head and continuing, completing a few strokes of this magic pattern at an extremely slow speed, just like himself, this attack never existed.

The breath of life was passing rapidly, and before he died, the deputy head felt the greatest humiliation since becoming a warrior.

"Oh my God, you see, the deputy head of the regiment was killed in seconds?"

"Isn't the deputy head of the regiment in the awakening period?"

"That's... What level should that guy on the other side have?"

"Quick, go and inform the Legion Chief. ”

"But isn't the Lord enjoying the spoils? At this time, he doesn't like to be disturbed......"

"Get there, you idiot!"

“......”

Feng Qinglang finally stopped the pen and exhaled softly, the surrounding elements became extremely disordered again, so staggered that the vision became blurred for an instant, but soon, the order was re-established, just like an invisible hand, holding a golden pen, re-according to the order of Feng Qinglang's description, extremely fast from the beginning of the first re-description, wherever the pen blade went, the magic pattern flashed golden light, until Zuihou stroke, the golden light was sheng, the whole magic pattern was lit up with a golden brilliance, and then, it was dim again, just like everything before, it was completely an illusion, this large magic pattern map was finally completed。

He wiped his face, wiped the rain, put away the magic pen, carried the umbrella, and jumped up like this, until above the night sky, the deputy head in front of him finally lost his breath in this scene, and he found that this enemy, to Zuihou, still did not look at him.

On the city wall, in the middle of the mountain, the entire Poison Dragon Legion almost woke up, these people who are usually lawless and think that the poison dragon is the whole shijie, suddenly found that this shijie was a little subverted, and after being dumbfounded for a while, they knew how to make a new round of noise.

"My God, he flew, did he turn out to be a real martial artist......?

"Didn't the deputy head of the regiment say that he was a demon pattern master?"

"So the deputy head hung up ......"

"What does he want to do? Kill us all?"

"How the hell did we get into trouble with such a fierce god?"

"Could it be that the massacre case in Mochizuki City last month, the bitter master came to the door?"

"Or a few days ago, the slashing in Huangmei Town, they all said that they would just grab the money, why did they kill all the people?"

“......”

The murderers speculated in horror about the intentions of the other side, and even began to examine which of their crimes had provoked others.

Feng Qinglang was just like this in the night sky, facing the lightning and thunder, the storm and the rain, looking at them condescendingly.

He stuffed a strawberry fruit into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and calmed the little stinging spirit, he suddenly felt that the Stigmata Continent was not bad, at least there was no forbidden space enchantment here, if it was in the ancient continent of his hometown, this continent was cursed by the ancient magic pattern as a forbidden space area, how could he fly to the sky so comfortably to face them.

"Quick, take out the Heavenly Thunder Cannon and knock him down!"

"That's right, hurry up! That's the legendary weapon of great destruction against true martial artists!"

“......”

In the chaos below, in the hidden place at the head of the city, several huge cannons were launched, which were obviously the products of the Ancient Demon Dao, Feng Qinglang had also been obsessed with the Ancient Demon Dao for a while, and couldn't help but watch with interest as they were filled with black ammunition, and hurriedly lit the fire.

The big killer weapon in their mouths was launched with a bang!

However, the rain was indeed a bit heavy, and most of the thunder cannons were not successfully fired, perhaps because the raindrops were drenching them, or maybe they were not operated properly.

But the successful cannonball is indeed amazing, first of all, it is very loud, and secondly, it can also spew out very dazzling fire, but Feng Qinglang believes that even if they are allowed to hit a hundred times, they may not be able to hit themselves, because their cannonballs are too far away from their own goal.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and no longer waited for their second launch, the umbrella in his hand began to rotate, and the water droplets splashed out of the umbrella did not splash far, but they solidified in the air, and condensed the surrounding raindrops, rolling bigger and bigger, until the water droplets became incomparably huge, with a single diameter of five meters high, and with a bang, the color of the water balls completely turned into the crimson of flames, so that dozens of huge fireballs appeared in the night sky, and the shock was extraordinary.

Moreover, as Feng Qinglang's umbrella continued to rotate, there were more and more fireballs, until they were densely spread throughout the night sky, and the dense raindrops could not wet them in the slightest.

Under the raging flames, the murderers couldn't help but scatter in the creepy, and some even screamed in fear, the enemy turned out to be a magician, and it may even be a magician above the real martial arts, these fireballs all smashed down, do we still have a life?

In fact, they overestimated Feng Qinglang, the fireballs that really have attack power, there are only a few, and the rest are all illusion formations, which can only be scary, and have no actual attack effect.

The fireball began to smash down, the real and the false were mixed together, although there were only a dozen pieces, the momentum was absolutely amazing, accompanied by the scream of the decibel gradually increasing, the first fireball rushed first, and immediately smashed a gap of more than ten meters in the city wall, splashing thousands of rubble.

It happened to be the most dense area of those artillery, and suddenly caused a second round of black powder explosion, and suddenly the mud walls and sand and stones fell, and the debris of the artillery flew all over the sky, including the severed limbs of the unlucky murderers, and the splashed blood made people's hearts even more panicked, and in the frenzied screams, the walls were in chaos.

Then, a second fireball also smashed into the middle of the mountain, and the minaret of their headquarters was suddenly smashed out of a large hole, and the poisonous dragon banner they were proud of was cut off at the waist and fell into the deep pit without a trace, and at the same time, the entire minaret began to burn with raging fire.

The third and fourth fireballs followed, smashing out a sea of fire, Feng Qinglang wanted to thank these primeval black powder, which made the fire more intensified and spread than he imagined, and the most coincidental thing was that the rain was gradually slowing down, so that the murderers did not have any chance to use the sky, Feng Qinglang raised his eyes to look at the sky, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and Lang Yue quietly revealed half of his pretty face, perhaps, the heavens are also using themselves to eradicate these scourges.

At this time, the fireballs smashed down one by one, and the entire poisonous dragon headquarters was like purgatory, and the poisonous dragon murderers who were bound together for the sake of profit, the people's hearts were completely scattered, and everyone began to flee frantically down the mountain, in the broken city gate, in the cracks of the broken city wall, the poisonous dragon headquarters poured out, and fled out desperately.

In fact, the damage caused by real fire magic is extremely limited, after all, most of the fireballs are just illusions, which can only play a role in intimidation, and most of the casualties are caused by the trampling of the murderers scrambling for their lives, as well as the chain explosion caused by too much black powder being moved out in front.

When the surviving thugs rushed out of the city, thinking that they could escape, the real despair was waiting for them, and the dragon clan's defensive demon pattern array was waiting for them.

The murderer, who was eager to flee for his life, exerted all his strength to rush through this invisible wall, and the outcome can be imagined, and the deputy head in front of him was a lesson from the past, so that Mr. Deputy Regimental Commander, who was not blind to death, immediately fell around many accomplices who had cheered for him not long ago.

The rain stopped completely, and Feng Qinglang in the sky naturally put away the umbrella, looking at the Shura field below, he finally smiled at himself, if it was many years ago, maybe he would be like a warrior, rushing into the enemy group and ending the crime, but after many years, he has developed a habit of spending the least effort to complete the most haode effect.

Just as the young and brave young man back then has grown old, leaving only himself with endless vicissitudes between his eyebrows.

No matter how cruel it is, there will always be a time when it comes to the end, just like the Shura shijie below, which is already nearing the end, the crackling and burning sound of the fire, accompanied by the wail that is getting less and less, more and more weak, is the mainstream tone here, like a fierce spirit requiem.

In the deepest part of the basement of the Poison Dragon Headquarters Castle, the sergeant who had come to report to their regimental commander was still wandering anxiously in front of the closed iron door, occasionally banging on the iron door, trying to report the relevant emergency loudly, but the people inside turned a deaf ear, and from time to time there were men's cruel roars and women's terrible screams, telling the sergeants outside that their regimental commander was at the climax of excitement and had no time to pay attention to him.

Finally, the iron door opened.

The sergeant's flustered face also welled up with surprise: "Commander, fortunately you are faster this time, otherwise it would have been terrible." ”

The head of the poisonous dragon group is short, bare, and his well-developed muscles show his explosive liliang, and the scars on his face tremble slightly, which is the trace of the excitement after the sadism has not yet subsided, and the shijie in the iron gate behind him is miserable, and the poor women are finally relieved.

The sergeant was no stranger to this, and he didn't bother to look at it much, but just looked at their regiment commander respectfully, but he was greeted with a slap in the face, which swollen his face.

The head of the regiment roared: "If it weren't for you bitching on the door and sweeping my fun, I would have lasted longer!

The sergeant covered his face and lowered his head and said, "My lord, there is a killing god outside, whose identity is unknown, and there are some strange patterns drawn outside our city, and the deputy regiment commander wants to stop him, but as a result... One move was given a second by that person, and that person is still outside, and I don't know what happened outside now......"

During his detailed report, the head of the regiment was already completely furrowed, and he could sense the abnormal elemental fluctuations of the outside world.

The regimental commander casually threw his coat over his body, pushed the sergeant away, and strode out of the basement.

The shijie outside, the flames are soaring, the cascading charred corpses, the collapsing city walls, and the crumbling houses, so that the head of the regiment's face is suddenly pale, he opened his mouth, wanting to let out a roar to the sky, but he heard that he could only make a hoarse low sound, his years of operation, it was ruined tonight, because of excessive anger, the scars on his face were like living poisonous insects, wriggling wildly.

There are still countless big fireballs in the sky that have not yet fallen, and a figure is standing in the center of the fireball, the most hateful thing is that the person didn't look down at it, just looked up at the bright moon in the sky, like a lonely traveler, feeling nostalgic.

Bastard, you ruined Lao Tzu's foundation, and you are still pretending to be so light!