Wherever the bloody light blade passed, the corpses of the demon soldiers were separated and their limbs were broken.
Zhou Hen cut off the tiger's head, drew out his awl sword and thrust it straight into the tiger demon's heart. He twisted and thrust it, stepped on the tiger demon's shoulder, and charged straight towards the nearest sixth-grade wolf demon.
The sixth-grade wolf demon was so frightened that it shook its body and turned into more than ten translucent wolf cubs, fleeing in all directions.
Zhou Hen's true energy surged, his eyes flashed, and he ran straight towards a little wolf. In a flash, he moved to the side of a little wolf demon. He struck down with his knife, and with a pop, the wolf's head fell to the ground, leaving behind its body.
The rest of the wolves dispersed.
The fourth-level Zhou Hen is like a demon-slaying assassin, charging into the demon army. Regardless of his level, he is vulnerable to a single blow in front of him. He can cut off his head with one sword, pierce his heart with one sword, and there is no third move.
"The scimitar and the awl are those of Madman Zhou! Madman Zhou has returned to Dahe!" A seventh-level monkey demon howled heartbreakingly and ran away with its legs raised.
The high-level monsters fled one after another, and some of the non-level monster soldiers fled with them, some continued to charge bravely, and some stood at a loss, not knowing whether to run or escape.
The cavalry met the demon soldiers, and the martial arts cultivator's long horse-steeds flashed with cold light, piercing through the demon soldiers and generals one after another.
The two puppet cultivators in the team summoned pale skeletons, holding swords and shields, and slashed at the approaching monsters.
Taoist practitioners may recite incantations, cast talismans, or use flying swords.
Wen Xiu recited war poems, and each time he cast a war poem, a rainbow of different colors was left behind, highlighting the grade of the war poem.
Li Qingxian held the thunder talisman between his two fingers. As long as the demon soldiers came close, he would wave his hand and a thunderbolt as thick as his arm would hit them.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, demon soldiers and demon generals fell one after another.
All demons below the eighth level are directly turned into charcoal.
Even a seventh-level demon clan will have black holes as big as fists punched out of their bodies, leaving a lake of flesh and blood.
Lu Biao and others looked at Li Qingxian in disbelief. Does such a powerful thunder talisman cost free? Even the disciples of the Taoist sect do not use it like this.
The spotted horse followed around Li Qingxian. Whenever a demon soldier came close, no matter how high it was, the horse's hooves would step on it and his bones would be shattered.
While Xiong Zhenghao was furiously slashing at the fifth-grade tiger demon who was retreating in the flesh-and-blood model lake, he shouted loudly: "The whole team is going to the south gate, don't be greedy for merit and rush in!"
On the ground, the cavalry team broke through the demon team, went straight forward, joined the corresponding team, and rushed into the south gate.
The remaining thousands of demon soldiers were so frightened by the tiger-blooded Xiong Zhenghao and the ghostly Zhou Hen that they desperately fled to the east and west camps.
The demon clan ran away, Zhou Hen did not chase him, and quietly watched Xiong Zhenghao fight against the tiger demon.
After a while, Xiong Zhenghao, who was covered in blood, struck an ax on the head of his fellow tiger demon, killing the enemy.
"It's so slow." Zhou Hen said.
The two of them dragged the tiger demon's body one behind the other and ran towards Beichen City, leaving two lines of smoke behind them.
Inside the south gate.
The cavalry team reunited and, together with the city sergeants, walked along Beichen Avenue to the North City Wall.
The disgraced Song Baige also rode a horse, rushed to Li Qingxian's side, sat on the horse, swayed left and right, and said with a smile: "Young, isn't this a scholar in the street, ninth grade?"
Li Qingxian took a look at the mandarin duck patch on his body without gold thread. It was dirty, tattered and stained with blood. He smiled and responded: "Young man, isn't this a street rogue among scholars? What kind of dead man is wearing it?
The seventh-grade official uniform that came down?"
Song Baige said blankly: "How did you know?"
"It really belongs to someone else?" Li Qingxian was also confused.
Song Baige said helplessly: "I was promoted to the seventh rank in battle a few days ago. My father temporarily entrusted me with important tasks, but there are no new official uniforms in the city, so I can only use the old ones."
"How is the battle going?" Li Qingxian asked.
Song Baige smiled innocently and said: "Hey, it's just a little wind and a little wave. With dad and Uncle Zhou here, there won't be any problems. I heard that you are miserable even in God?"
Li Qingxian thought to himself that this guy was indeed an outlier among scholars. He had never been a regular person since he was a child. He sighed, raised his left wrist, shook it, and said, "It's quite miserable."
Song Baige suddenly darkened his face and said: "With such a good thing, why don't you say hello to your brother? Qiankun Ring, that's Qiankun Ring! When Uncle Zhou said that, my saliva almost flowed out. Uncle Zhou said you are
I won't believe you even if you beat her to death, tell me, how did you beat Ye Han to Sap?"
"Don't be ridiculous, I, Li Qingxian, is known as the No. 1 Sunshine Boy in North Twelfth Street of Shendu. How can I do that kind of thing?"
Song Baige was dumbfounded and said, "We haven't seen each other for only half a year, and you are even more shameless. Sunshine boy? Let me find a place to vomit."
"Brother Song, how is your health?" Li Qingxian said seriously.
Song Baige frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong. He looked up and saw a row of people on the north wall looking over.
The first person is dressed in green and has a white face. He is high-spirited and tall. His fair face seems to be emitting jade light, and he is extremely handsome. He is holding an ox bone fan in his hand. He is the beautiful Zhou Chunfeng.
Standing next to Zhou Chunfeng was a man slightly shorter than Zhou Chunfeng, slightly older, with slightly white temples, a tall forehead and broad face, elegant appearance, and a faint smile. His appearance was not as handsome as Zhou Chunfeng's, but his temperament was not inferior. It was Song Yunjing.
However, the patch on his chest is Lian Que, the eighth grade.
Song Baige said: "Oh, let me tell you, you have been better at pretending in front of adults since you were a child than I am."
"So I am more of a scholar than you." Li Qingxian said.
"You are so shameless! Ask yourselves, except for memorizing some fortune-telling songs and poems since you were a child, which scriptures have you memorized? I..."
"Your Majesty is looking at you." Li Qingxian said.
"Oh, who am I, Song Baige, afraid of?" Song Baige didn't care.
"Do you have a sister-in-law?"
"I'm only in my early twenties, what kind of sister-in-law do I need? If you have the ability, find a younger brother-in-law."
"You said Sister Youfei, Uncle Zhou has already helped me connect the dots." Li Qingxian said.
Song Baige looked confused, turned to look at Zhou Hen, and said: "Uncle Zhou Hen, did Li Qingxian get kicked in the head by a donkey? Otherwise, how could he be so shameless! He can take care of Fairy Qingcheng? I can't even think about it!"
"He is also so shameless in front of Concubine Jiang You." Zhou Hen said.
Song Baige looked at Li Qingxian doubtfully and asked, "Ask yourselves, are you worthy of Fairy Qingcheng?"
"We are a match made in heaven." Li Qingxian said calmly.
"In terms of shamelessness, I am not as good as you, even worse!" Song Baige sighed, "But do you really know Fairy Qingcheng?"
"I was an official disciple of the Tianxiao sect that she personally accepted. She taught the general outline of Shenxiao, she taught the opening of the altar and the teaching of Dharma, she taught the canonization of inner gods, the visualization of the spiritual platform, and the thunder method.
"Li Qingxian was calm and relaxed.
Song Baige looked at Zhou Hen.
Zhou Hen nodded slightly.
"It shouldn't be..."
Song Baige's eyes were dull and he began to doubt his life.
On the north wall, Song Yunjing and Zhou Chunfeng stand side by side.
Song Yunjing sighed: "Isn't it the same situation when Gang Feng rushed to help Cangmu Fort?"
Zhou Chunfeng smiled, touched his upper lip with his right hand, coughed slightly, and looked down. That year, he was stationed in Cangmubao by the river guard army. He was surrounded by monsters on all sides. When he ran out of ammunition and food, he was reinforced by the army from the south.
Among the reinforcements, Li Gangfeng, who was not supposed to come, but rushed for three days and three nights, was among them.