Zhu Wuji instinctively felt that something was wrong, but Yan Ziyue had already spoken.

"Go kill her."

Yan Ziyue's order, Zhu Wuji can't disobey it, the demon clan is the place where the strong are kings, Qingqiu is now suppressing all the clans, and those who don't accept it will either be killed or subdued.

There is no other option.

Fortunately, this should not be a dangerous thing.

"Holo."

Zhu Wuji pretended to be honest, smiled and went out with a stick, but Yan Ziyue was thinking in her heart, when the human race was pacified, she had to take care of these guys.

At the very least, the etiquette should be clarified.

Eight hundred miles is already running away, and Xing Zhan is unconscious, so he has to live with Xing Zhan.

If Xingzhan wants to die in battle, it can die with it, but Xingzhan is not in battle now, and Babaili naturally won't watch her being killed in vain.

However, although Zhu Wuji is a pig, his speed is not slow, and after all, he is a demon saint, and he quickly intercepted it in front of Babaili.

"I didn't expect to be a little beauty, it's a pity."

Zhu Wuji drooled, but he didn't dare to openly disobey Yan Ziyue's order, and even proposed that he would not be able to take the torture war away as the lady of the village.

He went down directly with a stick, intending to destroy the flowers with his hot hands, however, Babaili suddenly stood up, opened Zhu Wuji's stick with his horns, and wrapped his tail around Xingzhan to prevent her from falling, and when Babaili's feet fell to the ground, Zhu Wuji felt the ground tremble, he fell to the ground, and Babaili took the opportunity to run again.

Zhu Wuji originally thought it was just a mount, but he didn't expect that this mount was so strong, showing off his face as a demon saint.

"Damn it!"

Zhu Wuji threw the stick out directly, if he let go of the torture battle, his fate would be miserable.

This stick, eight hundred miles can not be dodged, it screamed, turned its head, ready to use its body to block this stick, at least, it will die in front of the torture battle.

However, a barrier of wind suddenly appeared in front of it.

Although the stick thrown by Zhu Wuji was powerful, it could not break through in front of the wind barrier.

Zhu Wuji suddenly felt cold all over his body, and in the next moment, a spear cut through the void and nailed him to the ground.

"Roar!"

With a tiger roar, Fang Leng appeared.

Zhu Wuji is in tears, big guy, you will appear when you appear, don't use me as a background board!

"Fang Leng, have you finally come to die?"

Yan Ziyue was driving in Luan, and she also discovered Fang Leng's arrival.

She had wanted to recuperate, but now she had to speak up.

At the time of the torture battle just now, she almost took her away, but fortunately she had dragon qi to protect herself, but she was injured, but she had to cultivate for at least ten days and half a month.

And when Fang Leng appeared, she naturally wanted to bluff.

However, Fang Leng looked at the torture battle that he didn't know about life and death, and the corpses everywhere, Zhenjiang was also an empty city, where did he still have the temperament and this Yan Ziyue beep.

Above the sky, countless sword light phantoms appeared, swishing towards the demon clan.

Meeting is a big move, don't beep with you more.

After releasing the remnant light sword in front of him, the five spirit spells came in turn.

Yan Ziyue didn't expect Fang Leng to be so irritable, and he actually started it directly, this Thousand Directions Remnant Light Sword was difficult for the Demon Saint to resist, and the most destructive was the World Destroying Red Lotus after the sword light.

The two elders of the fox clan shot at the same time, blocking Fang Leng's sword qi, but Fang Leng's Nine Heavens Thunder and Burning the Sky were something they couldn't stop.

Fang Leng didn't shoot at those demon saints, but at those demon soldiers.

For a time, the demon clan suffered countless casualties.

Fang Leng doesn't need soldiers, he alone is thousands of troops.

Yan Ziyue was so angry that she almost vomited blood, but she couldn't do it at all now, and even if she could do it with Fang Leng, Fang Leng's spells were all range blows, and the demon soldiers under her command couldn't bear it.

I can only retreat for the time being.

Yan Ziyue ordered a retreat, and the demon army suddenly ran fast.

Last time, Fang Leng had caused an indelible shadow on them, and now that they are here again, of course they can run.

Fang Leng didn't chase after him, he just watched them leave, and he didn't make up a single skill.

The corpses in this place, Fang Leng looked worried, he didn't know what kind of battle the criminal war had experienced, the battle armor was gone, and the person also entered a coma.

Now, there are only him, Qi Qi, and Su Ajiu left in this Zhenjiang.

This is the only force that can be fought.

Tang Ning'er and Zhang Xing were both in Leizhou, Fang Leng didn't worry about bringing them to the front line, only Ah Jiu and Qi Qi's combat power made her feel at ease.

Fang Leng understood that when it came to fighting, it was useless to have too many people, what he could solve by himself, he would solve it by himself, and if he couldn't solve it, it would be useless to come.

"Your Majesty, please let go!"

Zhu Wuji's wailing voice came, pulling Fang Leng's thoughts back, and he only looked at Zhu Wuji, and saw Zhu Wuji looking at him flatteringly.

"You've been stabbed three times, why don't you have a long memory?"

Fang Leng was curious, where did you get the courage?

"I'm also forced to be an old pig!"

Fang Leng looked at the poor pig Wuji and pulled out the god-killing spear.

Then, when Zhu Wuji's smile just bloomed, it pierced his brain.

"Whether you were forced or not, now, you are an enemy."

Zhu Wuji still misunderstood Fang Leng, Fang Leng is not a good person to talk to.

Thought that the set would almost be able to not die?

Impossible.

After running away, he came back and did the right thing, whether he was forced or not, and killed it cleanly.

Subsequently, Fang Leng didn't have time to tidy up the battlefield, so he began to treat the criminal battle.

Without the protection of the mask, Fang Leng used his divine eyes to see the state of the torture battle.

She was in a coma after consuming too much, her body was fine, and she was a good man after waking up.

Don't worry about it here, Fang Leng looked at the corpses everywhere again, and the blood everywhere.

The tragedy of this battle was already imaginable for Fang Leng.

"The wind is coming!"

"The rain is coming!"

Fang Leng cast a spell, calling for wind and rain, the rain washed away all the blood in the city, and the corpses in this place, Fang Leng released a spell and burned them all.

There are so many corpses, it can't be buried, and the horse leather shroud can't be done, so it can only be burned.

At the same time, Fang Leng also mourned in silence for the dead soldiers in his heart.

After a fire, the sun also came out.

When dawn came, the morning light shone on Fang Leng's face, and Fang Leng was still expressionless.

The demon clan is only temporarily retreating, and after that, they will definitely make a comeback.

Fang Leng was a little pity, the sword of the royal road was snatched away by Su Su, and it was not returned, if there was a sword of the royal road, no matter how many demon clans came, it would be a matter of a thousand remnants of the light sword.

But not anymore.

Small soldiers are easy to kill, and those demon saints are not so easy to solve.

And just when Fang Leng was thinking about the sword of the royal road, a golden retriever dog was carrying a sword on his back, on the way over......

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