That night, Feng Qinglang turned back, with only one goal, to destroy the Poison Dragon Legion.

In the era when he was always enthusiastic, this kind of thing was not less, drawing a sword in a rage, destroying a family, intercepting a mercenary group, destroying a fortress......

But in his life as a fugitive, there were fewer and fewer moments of blood, and he even began to be a little indifferent, very indifferent to look at this shijie like a passerby.

Feng Qinglang was not disgusted by the rekindling of his blood for a moment, and what he had to do next was just like what he did back then.

There will definitely be a certain degree of attrition in the spiritual sea, but a place shili of a seventh-class principality, so that they can't fly to the sky even if they plug in their wings, Feng Qinglang has reason to believe that even if the attrition is limited.

Of course, he wants to minimize this attrition.

The thick clouds obscured the moon, plunging the whole world into a deep darkness, and the mountain birds stopped chirping, shijie seemed to only be left with the rumbling sound of horses' hooves under his feet.

Now it is not as good as back then, he doesn't have so much liliang to squander, steam dry the moisture on his body at any time, keep his body dry, Feng Qinglang can only endure the cold, curse, hurry up, and speed up to the destination.

The Poison Dragon Legion was built on the middle of the mountain, after years of operation, the defense facilities were perfect, and the back mountain was cut into a cliff, which caused them to go up and down the mountain, and there was only one road left, which made the disgruntled Grim Reaper finally have a little relief when he came to the scene of the crime, which meant that his Demon Pattern Defense Array only needed to be arranged in one place.

Bolted the horse to a peripheral sentinel camp, of course, these peripheral whistles were also pulled out by Feng Qinglang all the way.

The thick stone city wall is more than 30 meters high, and with the buildings built along the mountain, it really looks like a centipede crawling on the hillside in the dark night.

In the silent evaluation, the chill made Feng Qinglang yawn, this should have been covered with a thin quilt, listening to the sound of the rain outside the window and falling asleep soundly, he went to run here to listen to the rain and listen to the wind, but once he decides something, as long as he always feels that it is correct, then he must stick to the end.

In a narrow section of the road outside the city gates, he took off his glasses, carefully put them in the innermost pocket of his clothes, and then, with the umbrellas he had taken from the sentinel barracks in one hand and the magic pen in the other, he lowered his head and drew it.

A huge lightning bolt struck the night sky, plunging the heavens and the earth into a moment of light, and also made the poisonous dragon soldiers on duty on the city wall see this strange scene clearly, and they were still discussing the poor woman who had been ruined yesterday with great interest, but it immediately stopped abruptly.

"Did you see that?"

"See, he's from the periphery?"

Another bolt of lightning struck, answering their questions.

"What the hell, what's going on, he's not one of ours?"

"Could it be a relative of the guy on duty on the periphery, some kind of nocturnal syndrome or something?"

One of the poisonous dragon guards shouted in Feng Qinglang's direction, "Hey, the kid below, whose person are you?"

The sound was completely drowned out by the simultaneous thunder, but the kid below seemed to hear it, turned his head sideways, glanced at them, ignored them, and continued to bow his head and scribble something.

"What is this kid drawing, it's a little weird?"

"It's like some kind of pattern, it's strange, the rain can't wash it away......"

"Take a bow and arrows, and shoot him! I don't want to take any responsibility. ”

"What if it's really my own and I accidentally shoot him to death?"

"Stupid, when did we ever shoot a bullseye in the bow and arrow assessment?"

“......”

"Whoosh-swish-" The bow and arrow came out of the string, maybe the wind was too strong, or maybe the rain was too dense, or maybe it was some other reason, anyway, it shot half a meter away from Feng Qinglang, and it was nailed to the dirt and stone road.

"Whoosh-whoosh-" With a few curses, the bows and arrows on the walls began to shoot out in a row, and they asked themselves if they missed the bull's-eye, but it shouldn't be a big problem to hit the target.

Unfortunately, these arrows seemed to move with Feng Qinglang's movements, stopping just half a meter in front of him.

The emotions of the two poisonous dragon soldiers also changed from confusion at the beginning, to anger, and then to shock, and the bows and arrows shot out were actually lined up in a straight line in front of the man, I believe that even if they continue to shoot, I am afraid that this straight line can only continue to extend, they asked themselves if they did not have such a miraculous archery skill, that can only show that the weirdness in front is not an illusion, and the guys in the city are really evil......

Alarm fireworks are finally in the city!

The speed at which the poisonous dragon's people gathered was also amazing, and in a short period of time, the city was full of people, and the firelight and all kinds of magic lamps illuminated this small piece of the world.

The wind and rain were even more shaky, Feng Qinglang was not distracted, he wiped a handful of the rain on his face, and continued to concentrate on finishing this magic pattern, but how many years, he hadn't sketched the magic pattern in front of so many people, was it the genius battle between the Di Dynasty and Dragon Island a few years ago......

"Whoosh-whoosh-" Countless bows and arrows shot through the torrential rain and shot straight towards Feng Qinglang, which was the greeting of the awakened Poison Dragon Legion to Feng Qinglang, but there was no surprise, it was still lined up in a straight line in front of him, and the change was that this straight line became thicker.

Feng Qinglang didn't waste any liliang to defend, and what resisted these physical attacks was just this unfinished magic pattern map.

The defense of the dragon clan really lives up to its name...... Thinking of the girl Anu who taught herself to draw this magic pattern back then, Feng Qinglang's eyes couldn't help but be much softer.

The reminder on the eve of the storm that year, she must have taken a great risk, but unfortunately, she didn't believe her, thinking that she could naturally exchange it for light, but she didn't expect to exchange for boundless darkness.

Anu, I'm sorry...... After so many years, you must have forgotten the human man in that season, you must have forgotten the fireworks at that time, heh, you often praise how beautiful the human fireworks are, and you must have understood many years later, the reason why it is so thrilling is because it is fleeting......

The fireworks on his head bloomed again, and for the captain on duty of the poisonous dragon, the danger level of the person under the city tower had soared from weird to demonic, and he didn't dare to take people down to kill him, let alone be responsible for such a strange accident, so he didn't hesitate to spray out the highest danger signal fireworks that his level could bloom.

Feng Qinglang finally couldn't help but pause, looked up at the fireworks that bloomed in the rainstorm, suddenly, he remembered the name of another woman, and his heart habitually felt a sharp pain, yes, that storm night, after the night when the fireworks kept blooming, next, was the stormy night that changed his life's fate.

It rained a lot more that night than tonight......

I don't know how she is doing now, whether she will feel guilty about that incident back then, or if she has already forgotten everything...... Or a child who is already a wife and is waking up in the middle of the night with thunder, even if he accidentally opens the drawer in the deepest part of his memory and thinks of his own bits and pieces, he will naturally appear with a mocking laugh, the idiot who once fooled......

This soreness rising from the bottom of his heart made his hands tremble, and the entire magic pattern was distorted with an indistinguishable distortion, and the elements in this small world were also torn into an extremely disordered disorder, and even the raindrops seemed to freeze for a moment......

Feng Qinglang frowned, stretched out his foot to wipe it in the wrong place, and the infinite raindrops couldn't wipe away the slightest bit of the magic pattern, just like that, he wiped it away with his footboard, and the suffocating elemental disorder disappeared.

He shook his head, waved away the distractions, and let his hand regain its stability and let the pattern continue.

The deputy head of the poisonous dragon, who was full of impatience, happened to see this scene when he rushed to the city in the rain, and the impatience on his face was immediately wiped out, and he couldn't help but curse out of his mouth: "Damn, this is a magic pattern master, what does he want to do?"

This curse immediately caused a buzz all around, the magic pattern master is a valuable and rare profession, but according to the legend, the magic pattern is not only a small piece, the guy below seems to have drawn a long section.

The force value of the demon pattern master is generally very low, looking at the arrangement of those bows and arrows, it must be the effect of the demon pattern to resist, damn it, this group of miscretes under his command was actually frightened by a single-handed demon pattern master, and no one dared to go down to stop him.

In fact, the deputy head of the regiment did not dare to go down easily, and he said loudly: "Your Excellency the Demon Pattern Master, what are you doing?"

Feng Qinglang ignored him, this magic pattern had reached the final stage.

The deputy head pursed his lips, he had a little vision, and naturally he could discern the elemental beginning to be extremely restless, what the hell did this damn demon pattern master want to do?

He said loudly again, "Your Excellency the Demon Pattern Master, I am the deputy head of the Poison Dragon Legion, please stop your Demon Pattern immediately, otherwise we will take action." ”

Feng Qinglang didn't answer, but the speed of his pen became slower and slower, as if there was something liliang that was preventing the formation of this magic pattern.

All the formed magic pattern structure diagram will temporarily reorganize the heaven and earth vitality, the larger the more so, often when it is about to take shape, the elements that are unwilling to be changed, will unite to resist the formation of the magic pattern.

The deputy head gritted his teeth, did not dare to hesitate any longer, shook the canopy, revealed his burly and majestic figure, and jumped down from the city wall more than 30 meters high in the face of the wind and rain.

In the midst of the exclamations of the crowd, he was firmly under the city wall, and the hands of the people hurriedly turned the sound into cheers.

"My lord deserves to be a martial artist at the peak of the awakening period!"

"The lord will take action himself, and that kid can die blindly. ”

“......”

The deputy head of the regiment adjusted his breathing slightly, then leaned over and shot towards Feng Qinglang, as the distance between the two approached, Feng Qinglang still ignored it, and continued to concentrate on lowering his head in unison, completing Zuihou's strokes.

When he saw Feng Qinglang's appearance, the deputy head of the regiment was surprised, he didn't expect the other party to be very tender, and there was a faint bookish atmosphere between his eyebrows, if he changed places, he thought it was a family.

But as the distance got closer, the deputy leader's expression became extremely solemn, damn it, what kind of magic pattern is this, completely messing up his fire system law, and when he comes to that guy, how much can his strength be exerted?

Hmph, but even if it's only one percent, looking at that guy's thin body, I'm afraid it's enough.

There wasn't any breathing around anymore, very good, this guy didn't have a party. In a moment I can crush his neck bone, just like a few days ago when I crushed the white neck bone of a little white face, and the sound of the snap was very evocative.

The distance was closer, and the deputy head could even see the drops of water sliding down the young man's face, as well as the splash of water when his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he still looked down...... Hmph, are you getting too carried away?

The deputy head of the regiment wiped his waist, and there were already five more finger sleeves on the five fingers of his right hand, which coincided with the lightning split, and the right hand reflected a sharp cold light, as if it was the claws of a vulture.

He roared wildly, jumped over the neat row of arrows, and in mid-air, he finally strongly sensed the fluctuation of the fire law, and his heart was overjoyed, only to feel that this time he played at a super level, and he lived up to the fanatical shouts and cheers of the group of little brothers behind him, and he didn't discern in detail that this elemental law seemed to be more violent and violent than the fire law he usually sensed.