The sky was filled with his sharp claws. The deputy commander firmly believed that even if he was a powerful martial artsman in front of him, he was sure to make the other party suffer a great loss.

The thunder was mixed with the shouts of the poisonous dragon murderers on the city wall. The deputy commander felt that this move would be accompanied by an invincible aura like heaven. Unfortunately, when he swept in front of the young man, that is, above the strange demon patterns, it was like hitting an invisible wall. The fire-type law that he thought was most relied on, but at this time it emitted the strongest backlash. He felt as if it was solidified in mid-air, the whole world had disappeared, and only endless flames were left. The flames completely tolerated him, but it was not the fire that he was familiar with at all. It was an extremely strange and violent fire.

What made him so scared that a huge dragon head poked out from the depths of the flames, and a roar that shook the sky and the earth was swallowing him. He had no time to react at all, and was hit hard by the dragon head...

Suddenly, all the flames disappeared, the imprisonment on his body disappeared, the terrifying dragon disappeared, and the whole world finally returned to normal.

He was ejected back. During this process, he could even see the raindrops as big as beans slowly falling in front of him. The blood mist sprayed out of his mouth dyed the huge silver lightning red in the sky.

Boom - He finally fell to the ground with a bang, and the rhythm of the whole world returned to normal. He heard the anger of fear and noise in the city wall behind him, and the crackling sound of rain falling on his face and the land beside him.

Amid the rumbling thunder, he turned his head hard and looked in the direction of the enemy. The young man was still bowing his head and continuing, completing the last few strokes of the magic pattern at an extremely slow speed, just like himself, this attack never existed.

The breath of life was passing by rapidly. Before his death, the deputy commander felt the greatest humiliation since he became a warrior.

"Oh my God, you saw that the deputy commander was killed instantly?"

"Isn't the deputy commander from the awakening period?"

"Then...what is the level of that guy across the street?"

"Hurry, go and notify the Legion Commander."

"But isn't the adults enjoying the spoils? At this time, he doesn't like others to disturb..."

"Go quickly, you fool!"

“…”

Feng Qinglang finally stopped the pen and let out a light breath. The elements around him became extremely disordered again, and the interlaced made his vision blurry for a moment. But soon, the order was re-established, just like an invisible hand holding a golden pen, re-described it in the order described by Feng Qinglang very quickly. Wherever the pen tip went, the magic pattern flashed through golden light, until the last stroke, and the golden light shone brightly. The entire magic pattern picture shone through a golden light, and then it was dim again. Just like everything before, it was completely an illusion that this large magic pattern picture was finally completed.

He wiped his face, wiped the rain, put away the magic pen, held the umbrella, and jumped up like this until the night sky. The deputy commander in front finally died in this scene. He died with his eyes open. The enemy still didn't look at him at the end.

On the city wall and in the mountains, almost all the people from the entire Poison Dragon Legion woke up. These people who were usually lawless and thought Poison Dragon were the whole world. Suddenly, they found that the world was a little subverted. After a moment of silence, they knew how to make a new round of noise.

"My God, he flew up. Is he really a martial arts? We're done..."

"Didn't the deputy commander say he is a magic pattern master?"

"So the deputy commander died..."

"What does he want to do? Kill us all?"

"How did we get into such a fierce god?"

"Did the miserable man came to the door for the massacre case of the Wangyue City last month?"

"It's still a few days ago when Huangmei Town chopped and slashed, and they said that they just robbed the money, so why did they kill everyone?"

“…”

The murderers were terrified and guessed the other party’s intentions, and even began to examine which crime they committed against others.

Feng Qinglang was in the night sky, facing the lightning and thunder, storm and rain, looking down at them from a high point.

He stuffed a strawberry fruit into his mouth and chewed it slowly, calming the slightly tingling spiritual world. He suddenly felt that the Holy Scar Continent was not bad, at least there was no banned air barrier here. If it were in the ancient continent in his hometown, this continent was cursed by the ancient magic pattern as a banned air area, how could he fly to the sky and face them comfortably?

"Hurry, take out the thunder cannon and shoot him down!"

"Yes, hurry up! That is the legendary killing weapon against the Zhenwu warrior!"

“…”

Below was in a mess, several huge cannons were launched in the hidden place on the city wall. This was obviously the product of the ancient magic path. Feng Qinglang had also been obsessed with the ancient magic path for a while, and couldn't help but watch them filled with black ammunition with interest, and then lit the fire in a hurry.

The killing weapon they mentioned was fired with a bang!

However, the rain is indeed a bit heavy, and most thunder cannons have not been successfully launched. Perhaps it was because the raindrops drenched them, or perhaps it was because of improper operation.

But the successful shells were indeed amazing. First of all, the sound was loud, and secondly, they could spray out dazzling flames. But Feng Qinglang believed that even if they were asked to hit a hundred times, they might not be able to shoot themselves, because their shells were too far away from their target.

He held the corner of his mouth and stopped waiting for their second round to launch. The umbrella in his hand began to rotate. The water droplets splashed out from the umbrella did not splash far away. They solidified in the air and condensed the surrounding raindrops, rolling bigger and bigger, until the water droplets became extremely large, and a single diameter was five meters high. With a bang, the color of the water ball completely turned into a deep red of flames. Dozens of huge fireballs appeared in the night sky, with extraordinary shock.

Moreover, as Feng Qinglang's umbrella continued to rotate, there were more and more fireballs until they were densely packed throughout the night sky, and the dense raindrops could not wet them at all.

Under the raging flames, the murderers couldn't help but lose their souls in the terror. Some even screamed in fear. The enemy turned out to be a magician, or even a magician above Zhenwu. If all these fireballs were smashed, would we still survive?

In fact, they overestimated Feng Qinglang. There were only a few fireballs that really had attack power, and the rest were all formed by illusions, which could only scare people and had no actual attack effect.

The fireball began to fall down with a bang, and the true and false were mixed together. Although it was only a dozen, the momentum was absolutely amazing. With the gradual increase of decibels, the first fireball rushed to the first time and immediately smashed a gap of more than ten meters on the city wall, splashing out thousands of gravel.

It happened to be the most dense area of ​​artillery, which immediately caused the second round of black gunpowder explosion. Suddenly, mud walls and sand stones fell, and the debris of the artillery flew all over the sky, including the broken limbs of the unlucky murderer. The splashed blood made people feel even more panicked. The walls were in chaos amid the frenzied screams.

Then, the second fireball also hit the mountain, and a big hole was suddenly smashed into the spire of their headquarters. The poison dragon flag they were proud of was cut off in half and fell into a deep pit without any trace. At the same time, the entire spire began to ignite a raging fire.

Third, the fourth fireball followed one after another, smashing a sea of ​​fire. Feng Qinglang would like to thank these ancient black gunpowders for making the fire worse than he imagined. The most coincidental thing was that the rain gradually slowed down, which made the murderers have no chance to use the sky. Feng Qinglang looked up at the sky, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and Lang Yue quietly showed half of her pretty face. Perhaps, the heaven was also using himself to eradicate these disasters.

At this time, fireballs smashed down one by one, and the entire Poison Dragon Headquarters seemed like purgatory. The Poison Dragon Headquarters who were bound together for the sake of profit completely dissipated. Everyone began to flee down the mountain frantically. At the knocked city gate, the Poison Dragon Headquarters surged out from the cracks of the broken city walls, and fled out desperately.

In fact, the damage caused by real flame magic is extremely limited. After all, most fireballs are just illusions and can only serve as intimidation. Most casualties are caused by the murderers rushing to escape, and chain explosions caused by excessive black gunpowder being brought out in front.

When the surviving murderers rushed out of the city and thought they could escape from the birth time, the real despair was waiting for them, and the dragon clan's defensive magic pattern array was waiting for them. The power of this magic pattern array itself only focuses on defense, but the focus can shift and rebound the power of your attack on you.

The murderer who was eager to escape used all his strength to rush through this invisible wall. The ending can be imagined. The deputy commander in front was a lesson for the past. So, the deputy commander of the deputy commander died with his eyes closed, and many of the accomplices who cheered him not long ago fell around him.

The rain stopped completely, Feng Qinglang in the sky naturally put away the umbrella and looked at the Shura field below. He finally smiled with a self-deprecating smile. If it had been many years ago, he might have rushed into the enemy group like a warrior and ended his sins, but many years later, he had developed a habit and put the least effort into completing the best results.

Just as the young and brave boy back then had grown old, leaving only himself who could not tell the vicissitudes of life through his eyebrows.

No matter how cruel it is, there is always an ending moment. Just as the Shura world below is approaching its end, the crackling sound of fire, accompanied by the increasingly fewer and weaker wails, is the mainstream tone here, like a fierce soul-suppressing song.

In the deepest part of the basement of the castle of the Poison Dragon Headquarters, the sergeant who came to report to their regiment commander was still wandering anxiously in front of the closed iron gate, and from time to time, slapped the iron gate hard, trying to report the relevant emergency situation loudly, but the people inside turned a deaf ear, and from time to time the man's cruel roar and the woman's shrill scream came from time to time, telling the sergeant outside that their regiment commander was at an excited climax and had no time to pay attention to him.

Finally, the iron door opened.

The soldier's panicked face also showed surprise: "Captain, fortunately you're faster this time, otherwise it would be bad."

The poisonous dragon leader was short and naked. His developed muscles showed his explosive power. The scars on his face were slightly trembling. It was a trace of the excitement after the abuse. The world inside the iron gate behind him was terrible, and the poor women were finally relieved.

The soldiers were no longer unfamiliar with this and were too lazy to take a look. They just looked at their regiment commander respectfully, but they slapped him, slapped his face and swollen.

The commander roared: "If you weren't the guy who slapped the door and swept my fun, I would have lasted even longer! Bastard, if you have something to do, hurry up!"

The soldier covered his face and lowered his head and said, "Sir, there is a killing god outside. He has unknown identity. He has painted some strange patterns outside our city. The deputy commander wanted to stop him, but... he was instantly killed by that person in one move. The man was still outside, and he doesn't know what's going on outside now..."

While he reported in detail, the team leader had completely frowned. He could sense the abnormal elemental fluctuations outside the world.

The regiment commander put his coat on his body at will, pushed the sergeant away with one hand, and rushed out of the basement.

The outside world, with the fires soaring into the sky, the stacked charred corpses, the collapsed city walls, and the shaky houses, the commander's face turned pale. He opened his mouth and wanted to make a roar into the sky, but he heard that he could only make a hoarse low sound. His years of operation were actually destroyed tonight. Due to excessive anger, the scars on his face were like a living poisonous insect, squirming wildly.

There are still countless large fireballs in the sky before they fall, and a figure is standing in the center of the fireball. The most hateful thing is that the man didn't look at it at all, and just looked up at the bright moon in the sky, like a lonely traveler, feeling his life experience.

Bastard, you ruined my foundation and pretended to be so calm!
Chapter completed!