The middle-aged man's expression changed several times, and he kept muttering obscure spells in his mouth - he was trying to regain control of his magic weapon.

But how powerful is Li Yi's throw? Coupled with the continuous struggling power of the flaming giant mountain and the huge inertia, at this moment he can't even control the magic formula several times!

Seeing that his magic weapon was about to hit him and refining him instead, it was time to retreat. The middle-aged man roared angrily, kicked off the ground with both feet, and stood up suddenly, about to jump on

Flying sword to escape.

But as soon as he jumped up, two bright flying knives shot out from the front.

"Whoosh——"

If you don't run, you will be hit by your magic weapon. If you run, your weakest head may be directly penetrated by these two flying knives.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. In this moment of hesitation, the Flame Mountain had arrived!

"boom--"

The endless flames engulfed him in an instant, and the green cloth gown on his body turned into nothing at the moment of contact, not even a trace of ashes was left.

Underneath the gown is a bright silver body, which reflects the luster of metal and is dazzling.

However, at this moment, the body has begun to slowly liquefy.

"Ahh——"

The middle-aged man yelled angrily. He was extremely angry at this moment. Just when he had barely regained control of the Flame Mountain, Li Yi started running.

The white gown was in the fierce flames, like an ark in hell, arriving in front of the Flame Mountain at an extremely fast speed.

Then Li Yi jumped up high, flexing and extending his left leg and straightening his right leg.

"boom--"

A foot wearing a cloth shoe stepped on the top of the Flame Mountain from top to bottom.

The huge impact force directly shook the body of the Flame Mountain. After the shock, there was a loud bang. The Flame Mountain seemed to have lost all its magic power at this moment, and suddenly became extremely heavy.

"ah!"

The middle-aged man only had time to scream out a miserable howl before his whole body was crushed under the mountain.

His head was exposed outside the mountain, and he looked at the young man in white robe standing on the top of the mountain with a fearful expression.

At this moment, he had no choice but to believe that the young man in white clothes in front of him definitely had the strength of a great master of martial arts - he had already stood at the top of the four paths of Buddhism, Demonism, Taoism and Martial Arts.

However, the great masters of martial arts in the world can be counted on one hand...

"Hiss——"

His body had begun to liquefy, turning into streaks of silver liquid. These liquids seemed to be extremely heavy, hitting the ground directly, and then quickly condensed.

But as soon as it solidified into a block of iron, it was melted again by the raging flames.

"Spare me! I, Hong Feng, am willing to serve you as my master!"

The middle-aged man finally said his name, and he was afraid - this kind of fear he had only experienced when facing the Tianlong Cult Leader, a kind of crushing in strength, absolute crushing.

"Huh?" Li Yi raised his eyebrows while standing on a giant flaming mountain tens of meters high, raised his right foot, and stepped down hard again.

"Go around me, please, I am willing to cast a blood curse!" As Li Yi stepped on it again, Hong Feng howled miserably, and then howled loudly in despair.

"Stand up." Li Yi shrugged and stamped his foot again.

He suddenly felt a little confused. When did he become such a cold-blooded person? Maybe he was originally a cold-blooded and cruel person?

Including the last time in Xuanji Pagoda, Lin Feng was defeated in just a few words?

He thought for a while and shook his head helplessly. Perhaps the demon power that had always existed in his body was subtly influencing his way of doing things? Wanqing, the fox, had not appeared for a long time. Even if he wanted to ask her, he had no chance...

How did Hong Feng know that this man standing on the top of the mountain was not trying to be cool, but was thinking about some personal issues? He gritted his teeth and recited the magic formula silently, and the flying sword floating in the air suddenly became smaller.

The flying sword gradually became smaller, and finally became the size of a palm, and then turned into a strong wind, and instantly chopped off Taoist Hong Feng's head.

"Whoosh——"

The flying sword accurately cut his scalp and caught a drop of blood.

…

Qian Zong looked at the enemy cavalry getting closer and closer. He frowned and looked at the chariot behind him with his eagle-like eyes.

Standing on the chariot is a middle-aged woman with fluttering colorful clothes and her hands leaning on the railing, just like a painting.

The woman seemed to feel Qian Zong's eyes. She lightly smoothed the hair on her cheeks, narrowed her eyes slightly, and stared at Qian Zong among the thousands of troops ahead.

"kill!"

Qian Zong suddenly came back, brandishing the steel knife in his hand, frowning, and with a loud shout, he held the Guan Dao directly towards the enemy cavalry.

"Wang Yupeng, go and provide support!" the guard in the city shouted loudly.

Wang Yupeng raised his spear, took the lead, and galloped away with a hundred fine cavalry.

The enemy's cavalry was already approaching, and Qian Zong could clearly see the armor on the opponent's body. It was made of pitch-black leather armor and had a strange-looking helmet on its head. There was actually a long black horn on the top of the helmet.

The top of the horn is constantly rotating, and a wisp of black mist is lingering.

"Hey!"

Qian Zong waved his arm, and the Daguan Dao, with a burst of light blue light, instantly moved from top to bottom towards the opponent.

"throat--"

Incomparably brave, the Daguandao that previously slaughtered enemies like chickens and dogs now encountered a formidable enemy!

A sharp spear, completely black, stood in front of the blade.

The opponent's eyes were blood red, and wisps of black smoke were floating above his head.

Grandmaster level? Qian Zong was shocked. The only ones who could compete with him without falling behind were the Grandmaster level warriors!

While he was still thinking about it, hundreds of knights from the Cavalry Battalion behind him suddenly collided with their opponents.

The dark cavalry suddenly collided with the dark cavalry.

Then, there was a bright steel knife, slashing at the opponent's head.

Having steel knives unsheathed at the same time is very impressive and can scare the courage of normal people.

However, the other party is not an ordinary person!

Qian Zong looked sideways and saw that all the enemy cavalry had red eyes!

"puff--"

The sound of spears contacting flesh was heard instantly. In just an instant, dozens of cavalrymen from the Xiaoqi Battalion had already fallen!

The war horses rolled on the ground and neighed. The knights held the bloody holes in their chests and huddled their faces in pain on the ground.

Are all cavalry at the Grand Master level?

Qian Zong remembered it instantly, and his eyes widened - the other party actually had more than one blood sacrifice location!

He listened to the miserable howls of the young knights around him. Even though their bodies were easily lifted away by spears, they still threw steel knives at the enemy in the air...
Chapter completed!