Bang! Bang!

With the unwilling howls of the Xuanshuang Sect army and the demon army, the two armies have already collapsed!

It seems that the victory of Taiping Road is a foregone conclusion!

"Hmph! Taiping Dao, it's really not trivial!"

In the distance, in a hidden place, the Red Sky Demon Venerable let out a soft snort between his noses.

The gaze is slightly gloomy!

In a short period of time, the defeat has been decided, how can he accept it calmly?

"Demon Shuai, you see?"

Behind the Chixiao Demon Venerable, an old demon bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.

That's right, the Chixiao Demon Venerable is the commander of this war, the demon clan.

Therefore, he will be called the magic handsome by this old devil!

"Send the Yin Spirit Demon Soldiers out to fight!"

The Red Sky Demon Venerable's gaze became deeper and deeper, and he waved his hand slightly, as if he had made up his mind.

"Demon Marshal, are you sure?"

The old devil's voice trembled slightly!

Yin Spirit Demon Soldier, that is one of the heritage of the Demon Race!

Once it is used, it will be lost regardless of whether it is won or lost!

To be honest, this old devil is really a little unwilling!

Moreover, when he thought of the horror of the rumored Yin Spirit Demon Soldier, the old demon had an indescribable feeling of palpitations...

"Sure, now that it's time to make a critical move, look at this front-line war, if you don't use the Yin Spirit Demon Soldier again, I'm afraid the result will be even worse!"

Chixiao Demon Venerable pointed to the distant battlefield, his forehead slightly, and there was a sense of slaughter in his expression!

"Demon Marshal, if it is..."

After thinking about it, the old demon seemed to think of something, but looking at the murderous gaze of the Chixiao Demon Clan, he swallowed it back unconsciously!

"No if, in this battle, my demon clan has gambled on most of the troops, and it can only win, not lose!"

The words were sonorous and powerful, and the Chixiao Demon Clan turned around and strode away!

From afar, throw out a magic card that is full of yin energy!

"No!"

With a heavy forehead, the old demon knows that the Chixiao Demon Venerable has made up his mind!

Pick up the card and stride away!

......

"Take this token and go ask for the Xuanhuang Puppet!"

Throwing a token to the old woman beside her, Xuan Qingyun's tone was solemn!

For Xuan Qingyun, this battle is only allowed to win, not to lose!

Right now, the victory and defeat hang by a thread, and as a last resort, she can only use the last hole card!

"No!"

The old woman's eyes were indifferent, looking at Xuan Qingyun's figure, there was an indescribable gloom!

It's just that at this moment, Xuan Qingyun is concerned about the overall situation of the battlefield, so she didn't find this old woman's abnormality!

"Taiping Dao, Yellow Turban Lux, is indeed very strong, but the Xuanshuang puppet of my sect is not a vegetarian either!"

With a slight hum, Xuan Qingyun clenched his fists, as if he was cheering himself up.

"It's interesting, the sect master will actually give you the Xuanshuang puppet!"

At this moment, Wang Qinghua, who had just left, suddenly reappeared!

"Why can't you give it to me, what, you're jealous?"

As if he had found a point to fight back, Xuan Qingyun said sarcastically to Wang Qinghua on the spot.

"Why can't you give it to you, you are the future sect master of the Xuanshuang Sect!"

Glancing at Xuan Qingyun deeply, Wang Qinghua's eyes were flat and he couldn't see anything abnormal.

"Yes, I'm the future sect master of the Xuanshuang Sect, aren't you afraid, after I succeed to the throne, I will completely expel you from the Xuanshuang Sect and kill you?"

Xuan Qingyun's tone was full of anger, not surprisingly, the meaning revealed in her words was exactly what she wanted to do!

"The future sect master, is it? I'm so scared, it's really majestic!"

Wang Qinghua's tone was full of ridicule.

"What's so funny, this saintess will become the future sect master, but you are absolutely impossible, aren't you angry?"

The language is playful, and Xuan Qingyun at this moment looks like a villain!

"Why are you angry? Do you think until now, I don't know your identity?"

"If it weren't for your identity, you think you could become the future Sect Master?"

With a faint smile, Wang Qinghua's words pierced his heart, and Xuan Qingyun's expression changed dramatically in an instant.

"What do you know?"

Xuan Qingyun approached Wang Qinghua step by step, full of murderous intent!

It looks like it's really going to be done!

"What do you know? That's a very interesting question!"

"Tell you clearly, what you should know and what you shouldn't know, I already know!"

"What, you want to keep me?"

Wang Qinghua's eyes were still playful, and his expression was full of playfulness.

At the same time, Wang Qinghua's own momentum is climbing wildly, and it seems that he is not inferior to Xuan Qingyun at all!

"You're good!"

After gritting his teeth and popping out a few words from between his teeth, Xuan Qingyun put away his momentum and turned around to watch the battle again!

"Of course I'm good!"

With a free smile, Wang Qinghua strode away!

Wang Qinghua seems to come out every time, the purpose is just to disturb Xuan Qingyun's mood?

No one knows this, probably only Wang Qinghua knows it in his heart!

......

Roar! Roar!

Suddenly, there seemed to be some kind of flood beast in the battle, and one by one hundreds of frost giants appeared!

Knock! Knock!

As soon as these frost giants cut into the battlefield, they trampled many Yellow Turban armies to death!

What's even more terrifying is that these frost giants can wave their arms and make hail as tall as people rise all over the sky!

Almost every hail falls, and a Yellow Turban soldier is about to be killed on the spot!

Hiss!

In a trance, another burst of spirit snake spitting out a message came into the battlefield.

In an instant, a large number of yellow turban soldiers inexplicably bled to death!

In the darkness, it seems that a group of nameless Grim Reapers!

Where these Grim Reapers, there is no grass!

The gloomy voice continued to come out, and one by one the Yellow Turban soldiers fell silently into the endless abyss.

From this moment on, the tide of battle will change again!

For a while, the situation changed, and the Yellow Turban Army seemed to have fallen into disadvantage!

"Does the demon still have the hole cards of the Xuanshuang Sect?"

Looking at the sudden change in the battle situation below, the Nanhua Old Immortal hidden in the depths of the void suddenly opened his eyes!

"In that case, it can only be you!"

The light in his eyes flashed, and the dust in the hands of the old fairy of Nanhua was lightly touched!

A ray of light was cast, and layers of waves flashed in the flower butterfly city!

The Flower Butterfly City, which was originally plain and waveless, shrouded by a light curtain, seemed to be boiling at this moment!

"Yellow Turban Thirty-six Lights, End!"

With a loud shout piercing the sky, the fog in Flower Butterfly City immediately dispersed!

In the huge Flower Butterfly City, there is actually a strong atmosphere of the Yellow Turban Army!

Looking at it closely, the army of the demon clan and the army of the Xuanshuang Sect, which were originally located in Flower Butterfly City, were not injured at all!

Including the leading Demon Venerable and the Xuanshuang Sect Divine Venerable, they all stood on the city wall like a dumbfounded!

All the armies look like puppets.

Of course, it's a puppet with the smell of a yellow turban all over its body...

"Kill!"

Another loud shout came out, and the army of the whole city moved!

One by one, they frantically poured into the battlefield with blades in hand, looking at the posture, it seemed to ......