Seeing Zou Dui and Qian Wushuang rushing into the demon group to slaughter the demons, especially when they saw Xiao Hei actually wreaking havoc in the sea of demons under the city, the soldiers couldn't help but feel a kind of firmness in their hearts, firmly believing that as long as there was a leader of Qian Wushuang and Zou Dui, victory would definitely belong to them!

At this moment, the blood of any great cadre and soldier is boiling uncontrollably, burning like a rising flame! A kind of fearlessness that bursts out from the depths of their souls has broken out of their hearts and grown rapidly, making them fearless of blood and death, and letting them rush to victory!

"Brothers! If it's a man, show some skills! Kill! For the sake of the imperial capital, for the sake of the great cadres, kill all these beasts!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill all these demon beasts!"

"Come on, come on, you brutes, if grandpa is afraid of you, you won't be a human in the next life!"

......

For a time, the officers and men in the battlefield let out bursts of earth-shattering roars, which quickly set off an incomparably high momentum, spreading to the whole audience like a mountain and a tsunami, exuding amazing power.

The rising morale was already as strong as a burning charcoal furnace, and the cadres and soldiers turned their anger and endless hatred into crazy revenge against the demons, and they actually took the initiative to jump off the head of the imperial capital and fight with the demons under the city.

In this way, the scale and intensity of the battle increased again, and the battlefield set off even more violent bloody storms everywhere, becoming a melting pot of life, in which the death of any life did not even bubble!

Under the madness of the momentum, the Daqian army began to fight back, and the desperate soldiers became more and more courageous under the leadership of Qian Wushuang and Zou Dui. In this form, the demon army was defeated like a mountain, and countless demons began to flee in embarrassment like the ebb tide of the sea, and they were forced back several miles from the edge of the imperial capital, and the balance of victory began to favor the side of Daqian.

At this time, the battlefield of Nuoda had long since lost a single intact place, full of potholes, traces left by fierce battles, corpses and wreckage everywhere, and everywhere was blood-colored mud mixed with bright red and mud. The mud and the remains of broken corpses, flesh and blood, and blood and water had long been mixed together, and they could not be separated, and the cold and biting cold wind blew violently, but it could not erase the pungent smell of blood and all kinds of stench for half a day.

In the battlefield, after the demons finally fled, the first reaction was that their legs were weak, regardless of the bloody and disgusting battlefield, and they sat on the ground with their butts on the ground, breathing rapidly, which was a complete sense of relief after liberation.

As soon as the momentum dissipated and the tense spirit was relieved, they suddenly looked at each other, only to realize that they had actually won! In an unprecedented desperate situation, they actually succeeded in achieving a great reversal, and in this cruel and fierce battle, they finally won an overwhelming victory!

Although victorious, all the great cadres and soldiers were surprisingly quiet, and whether they were standing or sitting, or lying on the ground, they all raised their eyes and fell on Qian Wushuang, Zou Dui, and others, and their hot eyes were full of fanaticism, worship, faith, and piety.

In a corner of the battlefield, Blood Wuya ignored the slight injuries on his body, and also raised his head and silently looked at Zou Dui standing in the crowd, his eyes were full of admiration at the same time, but also helplessness and a trace of jealousy.

What is reassuring is that Ziyu did not participate in the battle this time, she is self-aware of her own strength, but she also persuaded Zou Dui because of her bitterness.

In any case, as long as Ziyu is safe and happy...... Looking back at the imperial capital that was still standing, Blood Wuya suddenly laughed, relieved for the victory of the imperial capital and the peace of Ziyu.

Just when the demon army retreated like a tide, and everyone thought that they had been victorious, suddenly thunder broke out on the ground, and a violent shout exploded in everyone's ears: "Good niece, do you think you can turn defeat into victory in this way?"

After this angry shout, the demon army suddenly stopped retreating, and the demon army was divided, and a dragon chariot carried by nine tall demons appeared.

All of them were startled and quickly turned their heads to look.

I saw that on the incomparably luxurious and delicate golden dragon chariot, a middle-aged man dressed in imperial clothes was sitting majestically, and a billowing black qi spread around him, so that his true face could not be seen clearly.

"Qianzhixuan!"

Qian Wushuang's eyes glared at the figure on the dragon chariot, and he gritted his teeth and bit out these three words.

And Zou Dui's brows sank, and his heart was quite surprised, and he was finally sure that the Demon Sect Leader he saw in the Dark Temple of the Silent Trench that day was undoubtedly Qianzhixuan!

Under the sedan chair of the nine demons, Qianzhixuan's dragon chariot slowly moved forward, and before the dragon chariot, the seven demon sect masters such as Sect Master Zuo and Sect Master Leng took the lead in opening the way, and they actually regarded the heroic soldiers of the great cadres as nothing.

Long Yuan finally stopped a hundred or so steps in front of Qian Wushuang and the others. Qian Zhixuan stood up from the throne of the dragon chariot, stared at Qian Wushuang for a few eyes, and snorted coldly: "Good niece, what's the point of you being a mantis arm like this? Even if you temporarily repel Ben Sheng's bull knife test, if Ben Sheng gets serious, the imperial capital will eventually be ruined. ”

Qian Wushuang snorted disdainfully: "Qian Zhixuan, if you have the ability, just attack it, I promise that even if you take action in person, you will be hit by your head and bloody!"

Qian Zhixuan laughed out loud: "You are not worthy of this saint's move! You don't need this saint's shot, you will definitely be defeated, this is determined by real strength, not anyone can reverse it by will!"

Qian Wushuang sneered: "Really?"

Qian Zhixuan snorted coldly: "You don't believe it, you might as well bet on each other, my two major sect masters, five real people, a total of seven people, you can choose seven people to come out and fight them to the death, if you win, this saint will immediately withdraw the army, if you lose, take the initiative to surrender." Do you dare?"

Qian Wushuang did not answer immediately, but his brows sank. She knows very well that the strength of these seven Demon Sect masters is at the level of "Demon Emperor", and only the innate masters of Daqian can compete, but unfortunately there are not many innate masters in Daqian now, only Ren Kuang alone.

In this situation, although Zou Dui, Guan Pianjiao, etc., and even the strength she showed is comparable to that of the congenital, there are still natural disadvantages, and it is not a small risk to rashly agree to Qian Zhixuan's words.

Just when Qian Wushuang was in a dilemma, Zou Dui suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Qian Zhixuan, let's take your bet!

Qian Zhixuan glanced at Zou Dui coldly, and said with a hideous smile: "This saint will never break his word!"