That night, Feng Qinglang turned back with only one goal, to destroy the Poison Dragon Legion.

In the era when his blood was always boiling, he did this kind of thing often. He drew his sword in anger, wiped out a family, intercepted and killed a mercenary group, destroyed a fortress...

But in his life of escape, his passionate moments became less and less, and he even began to be a little indifferent, looking at the world indifferently like a passerby.

Feng Qinglang was not disgusted by the fact that her passion was rekindled for a moment, and what she would do next was just like what she had done back then.

There will definitely be a certain degree of wear and tear on the spiritual sea, but for a local power in a seventh-level principality, they can't fly to the sky even if they put their wings on it. Feng Qinglang has reason to believe that even the wear and tear will be limited.

Of course, he wants to minimize this loss.

Thick clouds covered the bright moon, plunging the entire world into deep darkness. Mountain birds also stopped chirping, and the world seemed to be filled with only the rumble of horse hooves under their feet. Feng Qinglang was lamenting that this was a murderous night with a dark moon and high winds.

At that moment, the thick clouds turned into heavy rain, drenching him like a drowned rat.

Now is no different than back then. He doesn't have as much energy to waste on evaporating the moisture from his body at any time to keep his body dry. Feng Qinglang could only endure the coldness, cursed, speeded up and rushed to the destination.

The Poison Dragon Legion was built on the middle of the mountain. After years of operation, the defense facilities were perfected and the back mountain was cut into a cliff. As a result, there was only one road left for them to go up and down the mountain. This made the dissatisfied God of Death arrive at the scene of the crime.

, finally felt relieved, this meant that his magic pattern defense array only needed to be deployed in one place.

The horses were tied to an outer sentry camp. Of course, these outer sentries were unplugged by Feng Qinglang as he walked along the way.

The city wall made of rough stones is more than thirty meters high, and coupled with the buildings built along the mountain, it really looks like a centipede crawling on the hillside in the dark.

During the silent evaluation, the chill made Feng Qinglang yawn. On this night when he should have fallen asleep under a thin quilt and listening to the sound of rain outside the window, he went here to soak in the rain and listen to the wind. However, once he decided on something,

As long as you always feel that it is right, then you must stick to it.

In a narrow section of the road outside the city gate, he took off his glasses and carefully put them into the deepest pocket of his clothes. Then, he held the umbrella he took from the sentry camps in one hand and picked up the magic weapon in the other hand.

With the tattoo pen, he lowered his head and started carving.

A huge bolt of lightning struck the night sky, causing the heaven and earth to fall into a moment of light. It also made the poisonous dragon soldiers on duty on the city wall see this strange scene clearly. They were originally discussing the poor woman they raped yesterday with great interest, but they suddenly...

But it stopped.

"Did you see it?"

"You see, he is a peripheral person?"

Another bolt of lightning struck, answering their questions.

"Damn it! What's going on? He's not one of ours?"

"Could he be a relative of the guy on duty outside? Does he have nocturnal syndrome or something like that?"

One of the Poison Dragon Guards shouted in the direction of Feng Qinglang: "Hey - the boy below, whose do you belong to?"

This sound was completely covered up by the thunder that came at the same time, but the boy below seemed to hear it, turned his head, glanced at them, ignored it, and continued to lower his head and scribble something.

"What is this kid drawing? Is it a bit weird?"

"It looks like some kind of pattern. It's really strange. The rain can't wash it away..."

"Get the bow and arrow and shoot him to stop him! I don't want to bear any responsibility."

"What if he is really one of our own and accidentally shoots him to death?"

"Idiot, when did we ever hit the bull's-eye in the bow and arrow test?"

"..."

"Whoosh - Whoosh -" The bow and arrow came out from the string. Maybe it was because the wind was too strong, or maybe the raindrops were too dense, or maybe it was some other reason. Anyway, the shot hit Feng Qinglang half a meter away and was nailed to the mud.

On the stone road.

"Whoosh-whoosh-" Along with a few curses, the bows and arrows on the city wall began to shoot out continuously. They asked themselves whether they could hit the target, but hitting the target should not be a big problem.

Unfortunately, these arrows seemed to move along with Feng Qinglang's movements and stopped exactly half a meter in front of him.

The emotions of the two poisonous dragon soldiers also changed from confusion at first, to anger, to shock. The bows and arrows they fired actually formed a straight line in front of the man. I believe that even if they continue to shoot, they will only be able to let this person go.

The straight line continued to extend, and they asked themselves that they did not have such miraculous archery skills. This only showed that the strangeness in front was not an illusion, and the guys under the city were really evil...

The warning fireworks finally bloomed over the city!

The speed at which Poison Dragon's men gathered was astonishing. In just a short moment, the entire city was filled with people. Firelight and various magic lamps illuminated this small area of ​​the world.

The wind and rain became more and more unstable, but Feng Qinglang was not distracted. He wiped the rain off his face and continued to concentrate on drawing the magic pattern. However, it had been many years since he had drawn the magic pattern in front of so many people.

The genius battle between the Di Dynasty and Dragon Island a few years ago...

"Whoosh - whoosh -" Countless bows and arrows shot through the heavy rain and shot directly at Feng Qinglang. This was the greeting of the awakened Poison Dragon Legion to Feng Qinglang, but without any surprise, they still lined up in a straight line in front of him.

, what has changed is that this straight line has become thicker.

Feng Qinglang did not waste any energy on defense. What could withstand these physical attacks was only the unfinished magic pattern diagram.

The dragon clan's defense is indeed well-deserved... Thinking of the girl Anu who taught him how to draw this magic pattern, Feng Qinglang's eyes couldn't help but become much gentler.

That reminder on the night before the storm, she must have taken a huge risk. Unfortunately, she didn't believe her. She thought that being upright could bring back light, but she didn't expect that what she got in exchange was boundless darkness.

Anu, I'm sorry... so many years have passed. You must have forgotten the human man in that season. You must have also forgotten the fireworks at that time. Hehe, you often praise the beauty of human fireworks. I must have said that many years later,

You also understand that the reason why it is so breathtakingly beautiful is because it disappears in a blink of an eye...

The fireworks above his head bloomed again. For the captain on duty with Poison Dragon, the danger level of the man under the city tower has soared from weird to monster. He dare not take people down to kill him, let alone be responsible for such monster accidents.

, so he did not hesitate to shoot out the highest danger signal fireworks that his level could produce.

Feng Qinglang finally couldn't help but paused, and looked up at the fireworks blooming in the rainstorm. Suddenly, he remembered another woman's name, and felt a sharp pain in his heart as usual. Yes, that night before the storm, those fireworks

After the night of constant blooming, there came the stormy night that changed his life.

The rain that night was heavier than tonight...

I wonder how she is doing now, whether she still feels guilty for that incident, or whether she has forgotten all about it...or maybe she is a woman, coaxing a child who was awakened by thunder in the middle of the night, even if she accidentally

When you open the drawer deepest in your memory and think of yourself, a sarcastic smile will naturally appear, that idiot you once fooled...

This kind of pain rising from the bottom of his heart made his hands tremble, and the entire magic pattern also produced a distortion that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. The elements in this small world were also torn apart and became extremely disordered. Even the raindrops seemed to have solidified.

moment……

Feng Qinglang frowned, stretched out his foot and wiped it at the wrong place. The endless raindrops could not wipe away any trace of the magic pattern. He just wiped it away with his foot, and the suffocating elemental disorder also disappeared.

He shook his head, waved away distracting thoughts, allowed his hand to regain stability, and allowed the magic pattern to continue.

The impatient Deputy Commander Du Long happened to see this scene when he rushed to the city in the rain. The impatience on his face immediately disappeared, and he couldn't help but curse: "Damn, this is

He is a magic pattern master, what does he want to do?"

This curse immediately aroused a buzz of discussion all around. The magic pattern master is a valuable and rare profession, but according to legend, isn't the magic pattern only a small section, the guy below seems to have painted a long section.

The force value of the magic pattern master is generally very low. Looking at the arrangement of those bows and arrows, it must be resisted by the magic pattern. Damn it, these cowards are frightened by a single-handed magic pattern master. No one dares to

Go down and stop him.

In fact, the deputy captain did not dare to go down easily. He said loudly: "Dear Demon Pattern Master, what are you doing here?"

Feng Qinglang ignored him, as this magic pattern had reached the final stage.

The deputy captain pursed his lips. He had some discernment, and he could naturally tell that the elements were beginning to become extremely unstable. What on earth did this damn magic pattern master want to do?

He loudly said again: "Dear Demon Pattern Master, I am the deputy leader of the Poison Dragon Legion. Please stop your magic pattern immediately, otherwise we will take action."

Feng Qinglang did not answer, but the speed of writing became slower and slower, as if some force was preventing the formation of this magic pattern.

Whenever the magic pattern structure is formed, it will temporarily reorganize the vitality of the world. The larger the size, the more so. Often when it is about to take shape, the elements that are unwilling to be changed will unite to resist the formation of the magic pattern.

The deputy captain gritted his teeth and did not dare to hesitate any longer. He flicked the awning, revealing his tall and majestic figure, and jumped off the city wall more than thirty meters high, facing the wind and rain.

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, he stood firmly under the city wall, and a group of hands quickly turned the sound into cheers.

"Your Excellency is worthy of being a warrior at the peak of his awakening stage!"

"My lord, if you take action yourself, that kid can die in peace."

"..."

The deputy leader adjusted his breathing slightly, then leaned forward and shot towards Feng Qinglang. As the distance between the two of them got closer, Feng Qinglang still turned a deaf ear and continued to concentrate on lowering his head to complete the last strokes.

When he saw Feng Qinglang's appearance, the deputy leader was surprised for a while. He didn't expect that the other party was so young. With the faint bookish look between his eyebrows, if he were in another place, he would have thought he was a member of some aristocratic family.

But as the distance got closer, the deputy captain's expression became extremely solemn. Damn it, what kind of magic pattern was this? It completely messed up his fire laws. When he came to that guy later, his strength was still there.

How much can you achieve?

Huh, but even if it's only 10%, considering that guy's thin body, I'm afraid it's enough.

There was no sound of breathing around. It was very good. This guy had no wings. After a while, I could crush his neck bones, just like when I crushed the white and tender neck bones of a pretty boy a few days ago. The clicking sound was very

It's evocative.

The distance was even closer, and the deputy leader could even clearly see the water droplets falling from the young man's face, as well as the water splashing when his eyelashes trembled slightly. He still lowered his head... Huh, maybe he was too focused and forgot about himself.

?

The deputy captain touched his waist, and there were already five finger cuffs on the five fingers of his right hand. Just as lightning struck, his right hand reflected a sharp cold light, as if it were the sharp claws of a vulture.

He roared wildly and jumped over the neat rows of arrows. In mid-air, he finally felt the fluctuations of the law of fire strongly. He was overjoyed. He felt that this time he performed beyond the standard and lived up to the enthusiasm of the group of boys behind him.
Chapter completed!