The Return of the Demon

Outside the city, the sound of killing was loud!

The army of the Thirty Thousand Dhara Kingdom was killed by the Ning'an Army and the Modao Army until they cried for their fathers and mothers!

Yue Congyun rode a tall horse, a silver spear flying up and down, and shot a Tuoluo soldier to death.

She looked up and saw a dark-faced strong man with a beard retreating in embarrassment surrounded by a group of soldiers!

She didn't know King Youting, but she could tell that he was an important figure.

"Ning'an Army, follow me and charge!"

Yue Congyun shouted, his spear flew into the air, and he led his men to kill King Youting.

The soldiers of King Youting surrendered several frightened horses. King Youting got on his horse and was about to run away when he heard a sweet shout: "Where to run away? Leave it to me."

"Stop her!"

The soldiers of King Youting came forward with swords, trying to stop Yue Congyun.

The spear in Yue Congyun's hand pierced out like lightning, turning into a cold light and instantly assassinating the first two people who rushed over.

The Ning'an Army rushed forward and smashed out the rebar in their hands.

For a moment, the sound of weapons breaking and bones breaking resounded!

The King of Youting actually grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, "Da Xuan actually has a woman who is so suitable for me. I like it. Please follow me back to the Tuoluo Kingdom!"

King Youting clamped his horse's belly and rushed toward Yue Congyun with a thick-backed machete. He wanted to capture Yue Congyun alive.

This woman looks like a general. If she can be captured alive, she can not only threaten Ning Chen, but also take her back to play with and eat.

As the horse approached, the thick-backed machete in King Youting's hand swept out towards Yue Congyun with a sound of breaking through the air.

Yue Congyun stabbed a Tuoluo soldier to death with one shot. When he pulled out the spear, King Youting's sword had already swept across... Just by hearing the sound in the air, she knew that the sword was powerful and heavy.

But it was too late to dodge, so she resisted the blow with her gun.

clang! ! !

The heavy machete stood on top of the gun body, sparks flying everywhere, and the harsh metal chirping sound made people's eardrums hurt.

Yue Congyun groaned, took off her spear, and flew backwards from the horse, falling heavily to the ground, rolling around a few times before stopping!

She struggled to hold herself up, and ended up spitting out a mouthful of blood.

She still underestimated the power of King Youting.

The King of Youting grinned like a chimpanzee, "Woman, you are very much to my liking. Please follow me back to the Tuoluo Kingdom."

As he said that, he rushed towards Yue Congyun on his horse, then stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and grabbed Yue Congyun on the ground.

But at this moment, an instinctive sense of crisis swept through his body.

I saw a strong figure rushing towards him, then leaping high, and the big knife in his hand fell directly towards his head.

The King of Right Court showed disdain on his rough face. He raised the knife with one hand and resisted the opponent's knife.

clang! ! !

The terrifying Mo Dao stood on the back of King Youting's thick sword. The terrifying force pressed King Youting's sword and slashed into the horse's back.

The war horse let out a shrill neigh and fell to the ground.

King Youting fell to the ground and rolled out.

He stood up, his arms trembling, and his eyes fell on the back of the knife, where a deep gash had been cut. He raised his head and stared at the person in shock, breaking into a cold sweat.

If he hadn't used the back of the knife to release part of the opponent's power, the horse would have been chopped into two pieces, and his legs would have been cut off by his own knife.

Feng Qizheng ignored Prince Youting and looked at Yue Congyun with concern: "Xiaoyue, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!"

Yue Congyun's expression was a little unnatural. She was not an ordinary woman. She was shot down from a war horse with a knife, which made her look a little confused.

Feng Qizheng grinned, "As long as it's okay, just stay aside and I'll deal with this stupid guy first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards King Youting with Mo Dao in hand.

The King of Youting shouted angrily: "Who are you?"

Feng Qizheng was startled for a moment, "What kind of bird language are you talking about? I don't understand. How dare you bully the woman I like, Feng Qizheng, the number one chicken head in Xuanwu City... Come here and die!"

Yue Congyun was a little embarrassed, but also very curious... What does the number one chicken head in Xuanwu City mean?

The King of Youting had a fierce face. Feng Qizheng couldn't understand what he said, and he couldn't understand what Feng Qizheng said either.

Prince You Ting is a completely reckless man. He cannot understand or speak a word of Daxuan's words.

Seeing Feng Qi rushing over with a knife, he stood up and swung the knife not to be outdone.

Dang, Dang, Dang! ! !

The two of them instantly fought together, using their strength to fight each other. Their moves were powerful and heavy, but deadly.

You must know that Feng Qizheng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is extremely powerful.

King Youting is different. He was brave and fierce when he was young. When he grew up, he led his troops to fight. He learned all his skills on the battlefield.

Being able to fight Feng Qizheng frequently shows that the King of Youting is a born warrior.

Feng Qi became more and more excited the more he fought... It had been a long time since he had met an opponent who was evenly matched with him in terms of strength.

The King of Youting became more and more shocked as he fought. The guy opposite him was not as tall as him, nor as strong as him, but he was surprisingly powerful. Every blow made him suffer.

He roared angrily, holding the knife with one hand instead of using both hands, and slashed hard at Feng Qizheng.

Feng Qizheng raised the handle of Mo Dao to block.

clang! ! !

Amidst the harsh metal chirping, Feng Qi was hit by the knife and sat down on the ground.

I saw him grinning widely, "It's cool!"

As he spoke, the handle of the knife was propped on the ground. As he stood up, the Mo Dao in his hand fell towards the King of Right Court.

King Youting did not dare to be careless, holding the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, trying to block Feng Qizheng's attack.

With a clang, it was like forging iron!

King Youting was also hit by the knife and sat on the ground. Not only that, the terrible force made him roll back several times on the ground, and the knuckles of both hands were cracked!

Feng Qizheng laughed, "It's great, come again!"

King Youting stood up with the knife, his arms trembling constantly. He was a cruel and warlike man. As a complete reckless man, he didn't know what retreat meant when he was red-eyed?

He waved the knife and rushed towards Feng Qizheng again.

Feng Qizheng was excited, holding the Mo Dao and rushed towards King Youting.

Bang!!!

A gunshot.

King Youting rushed towards Feng Qizheng, and two blood flowers burst directly on his legs, and then he fell headfirst and slid all the way to Feng Qizheng's feet.

Feng Qi was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked, only to see a Ning'an soldier holding a gun, with smoke coming out of the muzzle... Seeing that he had shot down the enemy with one shot, he was grinning happily.

Feng Qi smiled and waved, "Come, come, come here..."

The Ning'an soldier ran over, thinking that Feng Qi was going to praise him... But Feng Qi slapped him on the head, making the latter's head buzz.

"Who the hell told you to shoot? I finally found a qualified opponent, and I haven't had enough fun fighting, but you shot me down."

The Ning'an soldier looked aggrieved, muttering: "I am following the prince's teachings. On the battlefield, as long as we can kill the enemy and keep ourselves alive, any means are not excessive... It's stupid to use a knife instead of a gun."

Feng Qizheng raised his hand to cut his scalp, making him run away with his head in his hands, "What are you talking about? Who are you calling stupid?"

The latter held his head and muttered: "I didn't say that, it was the prince who said that."

Feng Qizheng kicked him in the ass, "Get out!"

The latter ran away quickly, muttering in a low voice... The Modao Army is really a bunch of vulgar warriors!