Peach Fortune Ring

In the past few days, no one from the Vigorous Bull Demon Clan smuggled over to make trouble, but the soldiers of the Second Special Patrol Team were stepping up their practice battle formation.

Song Yan came to the river alone.

The blood jade runes at the bottom of the blood river made him very curious. In the past few days, he walked hundreds of miles along the river bank.

Just as he thought, the bottom of the Baili River was still covered with blood jade runes.

At the same time, he had a hunch that the quietness of the Vigorous Bull Demon Clan these past few days was probably due to launching a stronger attack.

"The calm before the storm!"

Sighing softly, Song Yan withdrew his gaze from the bottom of the river and looked at the other end of the blood river.

"How about I go to the other side of the blood river to find out the truth!"

The narrowest channel of the Blood River is more than [-] miles long. Except for flying birds and spirit beasts, even a martial artist cannot cross the Blood River.

But Song Yan can.

He can move freely within a radius of a hundred miles with the great teleportation technique he has cultivated by fusing twelve light-weight diagrams.

Therefore, he only needs one thought to reach the other side.

That night.

Song Yan suddenly disappeared into his camp, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the other side of the Blood River.

The clairvoyance is activated.

All within a radius of six miles fell into his sight.

About five miles to the left, there was a demon patrol coming towards him.

This patrol team is composed of more than 20 ordinary strong bull demon soldiers, the formation is scattered, and those soldiers also seem to be careless. Obviously, the natural barrier of the blood river made them relax their vigilance, thinking that there is no human race at all. Lurk over.

With a thought, Song Yan moved directly behind the patrol team.

The field of five elements opened instantly, covering all the more than 20 patrolling demons.

"Puff puff!"

The sword light flashed, and the heads of more than 20 Vigorous Bull Demons flew up. Seeing this scene, the only remaining Vigorous Cow Demon was almost scared out of his wits. Forgive me!"

Don't think that there are no cowards in the Demon Race.

Cowardly people exist in every race.

The reason why Song Yan didn't kill this guy together was that he wanted to learn about the recent developments of the demons through his mouth.

The best way to get news is to use puppet magical powers to enslave the other party, so that you won't be afraid of the other party's tricks.

Soon, Song Yan got the news he wanted.

As he expected, the destruction of the Nayan Thousand-Man Battalion deeply angered Chief Wan Lifeng.

Therefore, Pofeng has been gathering troops these days, intending to deal a ruthless blow to the people.

Moreover, today, all the horses under Po Feng's command have been assembled, and he will launch an attack tomorrow or the day after.

The strength of this broken front has surpassed the level of a grand master and reached the level of a grand master, which is comparable to the strength of the commander of the patrol battalion.

Among the ten commanders under him, Nayan is the weakest.

The remaining nine people are all stronger or better than the human race's grandmaster in the later stage.

After getting the news he wanted, Song Yan killed the demon clan directly, and then put their bodies together in the storage ring, which was more than 20 points.

The information obtained this time is quite important.

However, don't trust one person's words.

So, in the next half an hour, he ambushed three demon patrols, and controlled the three demon patrols to inquire about the news.

The information he got was similar, so he was completely relieved.

It stands to reason that he should leave after getting the information, but Song Yan was unwilling to leave just like that.

"How about playing an assassination game and assassinating that guy Pofeng?"

Chief Wan's head is worth [-] points.

As long as he kills Pofeng, then this competition with Xuanyuan Lingtian will most likely be a sure thing.

He estimated his own strength. His real strength might not be able to kill a grand master in an instant, but he has a sword puppet.

The strength of the sword puppet is comparable to that of the late Grandmaster, coupled with his supernatural power of space stagnation, the success rate of assassination is at least as high as 90.00%!

"Done!"

After making some calculations in his heart, Song Yan moved towards the camp of the Great Bull Demon Clan.

Soon, Song Yan came to the vicinity of Pofeng's camp by relying on the great teleportation technique, and looked for the location of Pofeng through the magic power of perspective.

Finding the whereabouts of Pofeng is much easier than imagined. That guy lives in the largest tent and is sleeping soundly with two demon girls in his arms. To be honest, these two demon beauties have extremely hot bodies, but, With a cow's head on his head, no matter how hot his body is, Song Yansheng will not be interested in it at all.

[Author's digression]: Second update

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Chapter 691 Assassination King

The tent of Wan Fuchang Pofeng is located in the center of the barracks.

If it were an ordinary Grandmaster who was an assassin, it would be basically impossible to get close to his camp.

Perhaps because his camp was located in the center of the barracks, Po Feng was not worried about assassins, so there were no guards outside his camp.

"God help me too!"

Song Yan secretly thought.

With a thought, he was activated by the Great Teleportation Technique, and he felt the vitality of the space wrapping him up...

The next moment, he appeared in Pofeng's camp, and moved directly to the bedside.

Maybe he had just had a battle with two girls from the Bull Demon Clan, there were more people in the tent out of thin air, and Li Feng, who had the strength of a great master, was not even the slightest bit vigilant.

"God deserves your death!"