The wind was whistling, and the noisy sound came to Yiwei and Tuchuan's ears, as if the entire city had fallen.

Yiwei walked out of the palace gate and came to the high platform outside the palace. His vision was vain and the entire Huangcheng was in sight.

At the west gate, a small group of Zhou people rushed into Huangcheng and was blocked by more and more demon soldiers and barbarian soldiers who arrived.

This is a weird picture!

Yiwei and Tuchuan looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

The number of demon soldiers and barbarian soldiers is increasing, but it can never stop the pace of the Zhou army. The Zhou army is not moving forward quickly, and even such a speed cannot be regarded as the army charging forward, but it is more like an old lady buying vegetables in the vegetable market.

But it is precisely because of this that it seems strange. No matter how many demon soldiers and barbarian soldiers there are around the Zhou army, they can never stop them.

Yiwei and Tuchuan both survived the war era decades ago. Although they were not a great man in the way of using troops, they were also proficient.

Charging into battle is a matter of force. But the army in front of them has obviously subverted their cognition.

They are still vaguely familiar with this arrogant fighting method, and seem to have seen it in the long river of time.

After thousands of troops, one general took the lead.

In the eyes of Yiwei, there was a figure in the Zhou army, which was out of touch with the large army, breaking through the obstacles of the demon soldiers and barbarian soldiers, and rushing straight towards them.

The speed was so fast that in just a moment, he stepped on the eaves and towers and rushed from the lower city to outside the palace. He broke through the guards outside the palace gate and jumped up with a tall figure.

Under the dazzling sunshine, Yiwei and Tuchuan felt a stream of spiritual energy surge with the figure. The surging murderous intent suddenly stopped, and they instinctively felt danger.

"not good!"

The falling star pierced out, and the wing tail felt his whole body trembling, and the demon soul who was silent in this body felt a long-lost threat.

The wing tail hurriedly avoided, but saw the translucent thorn falling from the sky, leaving a deep crack on the hard marble floor of the square.

The body moving at the tail of the wings was barely stopped, the bones crackled, the golden hair on his face suddenly rose, and his round pupils, which looked like a Zhou people, narrowed in an instant. It was a demon who was a demon clan, who was instinctively reacting under the threat of life and death.

"Boy, who is Ma Kuaisan you?"

Yiwei looked at the young man who fell on the ground and was surrounded by a group of demon soldiers, but his face remained unchanged.

Those memories from afar were buried in the darkness. Even if they didn't want to remember them, they could see the thorns in the hands of the young general, and they poured into Yiwei's mind again.

"none of your business!"

The falling star sting is the supreme killing technique of a lineage in the army. Under the sunlight, the translucent ridge in the horse said that the appearance of the translucent ridge in his hand is smooth and round, giving people a crystal-like texture.

The young general in front of him had a handsome face and a tall figure. He stood quietly on the square like a perfect statue.

But his attitude was really not respectful, and his arrogant look really made Yiwei angry.

"Boy, does Yang Xian ask you to die?"

Jiahe Camp is a general under Yang Ci's command. He has been silent for decades. Yiwei didn't expect that when Jiahe Camp reappeared in the world, he would hit him in this way.

Tuchuan on the side was even more surprised. He thought much more than Yiwei. He thought that the competition for the Hehuang land was between Daliang and the Demon Realm. Even if Yang Xian wanted to get a move, it would be beyond the reach.

But he never expected that Yang Xian would take action before Huan Wu, and as soon as he reached out, he reached Huangcheng, an enclave thousands of miles away for Shu Kingdom.

"Send to death? Is it up to you?"

Ma Wei laughed disdainfully, and his anger from Wingtail soared and he shouted loudly.

"Kill him!"

The guards in the Huangcheng Palace were all elite demon clans around Yiwei, with extraordinary cultivation. Ma Ying broke into the palace and disrupted the front lines in Huangcheng in a powerful way.

On the one hand, Yiwei relied on his identity and refused to fight with a young boy like Ma Wei. On the other hand, he was also afraid of this boy's Star Sword. Star Sword is known as the unparalleled skill of killing demons and destroying demons. No matter how powerful a monster is, it is not an exaggeration to be vigilant before this masterpiece.

The moment the wing tail ordered, the guards near him rushed towards Ma Wei. Even though there were many demon soldiers, Ma Wei was not afraid of it, and his body was shuttled among the demon soldiers, as if he had entered a land without a man.

The demon clan's Qi refining technique has condensed the demon soul and transformed into the best. Even at this second level, it can turn the demon soul into armor and soldiers, and draw the demon soul into use.

However, the demon armor condensed around the demon soldiers is as fragile as paper under the translucent thorns in Ma Wei's hand. Unlike the decline of the demon soul's power under the Soul Destroying Array, in Huangcheng, the power of the demon clan can be exerted to the maximum extent, but in this way, these demon soldiers are still not the enemy of Ma Wei's unity.

Yiwei felt a little distressed. These are all his elites. Now they have not used the key points, but they have been knocked down like chopping melons and vegetables this week.

Tu Chuan stood beside him and knew Yiwei's thoughts. However, he did not speak out from beginning to end, because Tu Chuan knew that in Huangcheng, he was a guest, and Yiwei was the master.

The wing tail moved.

The timing of his cutting in was very clever, so when Ma Ying was attacked from both sides and was about to get out of his energy and fight again, his wing tail jumped out, and a layer of strange red light shining on his hand, and the demonic light transformed into a shape like a knife thigh, and he took Ma Ying's head straight to the level of his head.

However, as Tuchuan's eyes were gaze, Yiwei's figure suddenly stopped when it was about to approach Ma Wei, and his speed slowed down significantly and slowly stopped.

Taking advantage of this empty space, Ma Wei turned around to defend and escaped from danger. However, the body of Wing Tail stopped there and his eyes turned aside.

Tuchuan looked along the wing tail and saw that two young generals stood on the palace walls at some point, and the armor on their bodies shone brightly in the sun.

Can the murderous intent alone stop the actions of such a big monster like Wingtail? Are these two people...

Tuchuan murmured in his heart, and suddenly felt a faint trembling sound from the earth.

"What's going on?"

The clear sky was covered with a blood-red color. Tuchuan looked up and saw a huge head extending from outside the palace walls, with fierce intent in his huge eyes.

"So many years have passed, have you only learned to bully the younger generation?"

The sound of sarcasm resounded throughout the palace, and both Yiwei and Tuchuan were very familiar with this sound.
Chapter completed!