A Yunqin black-armored observation post was lying on the black-eaves roof, wiping the rainwater flowing on his face, and at the same time wiping the tears on his face.
In an alley behind him, more than a dozen silent Yunqin black-armored sergeants were also singing softly the song that always called on the Yunqin people to pursue the glory of their predecessors.
Among them, there were also several brothers who had been bitten by two-headed dogs. At this time, as further military orders were passed, they all knew what it meant to be bitten by two-headed dogs.
Suddenly, the bodies of these Yunqin soldiers tensed up.
A hoarse bark came from a courtyard not far away.
Except for the observation post on the roof who tightened his body slightly, the other ten Yunqin soldiers gathered tightly together in the next breath, put up their shields, and covered their bodies as much as possible.
He stretched out the weapon from the gap in the shield and assumed a defensive posture of iron bucket.
They are not afraid of death and want to avenge their dead brothers. However, they are afraid that they will become a drag on the entire army, so they must strictly implement military orders.
The dog barked once and then stopped completely.
A stream of shadow flew out of the courtyard, carrying a wind current and passing over the roof of the observation post.
This figure that was so fast that even the observation posts couldn't see it was Tang Chuqing who was personally chasing the two-headed dogs. He was currently holding the bodies of four two-headed dogs in his hands. As he passed by the roof, this Yun
Qin Observation Post couldn't see him clearly, but he could clearly see the tears in the Yun Qin Observation Post's eyes, and the expressions on the faces of the Yun Qin sergeants who were curled up between their shields.
His soul power surged for a moment, and he stopped in front of the curled-up Yunqin soldiers.
"Get rid of these dog corpses." He looked at these Yunqin soldiers and said, "It's best to burn them."
After saying this, his figure turned into a shadow again and disappeared into the night ahead.
These ordinary Yunqin soldiers realized that this was the big shot on their side who was chasing the two-headed dog. When they unconsciously wanted to salute, the other party had already left. They stared blankly at the man who was thrown behind them.
The corpses of the four two-headed dogs in front of them stayed there for a few breaths, and then several of them suddenly swung their knives and slashed at the bodies of the two-headed dogs.
The rest of the people also began to swing their knives, venting all their hatred and grief, and almost chopped these two-headed dogs into pieces.
Some of the hay and boards from the house were moved out.
Even though the alley was very humid and light rain was still falling from the sky, these soldiers still managed to ignite the hay and wooden boards with match ropes, burning the broken flesh and blood into ashes.
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Tang Chuqing walked through the streets.
A black shadow flew in front of him, and he instinctively felt afraid, but soon realized that he could not run away, so he let out a deep roar, turned around and flew towards Tang Chuqing.
This is a two-headed dog from Purgatory Mountain. The black hair on its body almost blends into the night. When it rushes in the dark night, it only looks like two dots of red light in its eyes and white teeth in its mouth. It gives people the impression that it is...
Like four red arrow lights and two snow-white sword lights.
Tang Chuqing's toes touched the ground, and his advancing figure didn't pause at all. The moment the two-headed dog jumped up from the ground and bit into his legs, the toes of the foot he was lifting suddenly changed.
He moved faster and suddenly kicked the two-headed dog on the neck with his toes.
Many shattering sounds suddenly sounded within the body of this two-headed dog, including the sounds of broken flesh and blood, and the sounds of broken bones... The whole body was like a torn sack being lifted up, flying upwards.
Tang Chuqing reached out, grabbed the two-headed dog's neck, and continued to move forward.
A courtyard wall collapsed in front of him, several bamboo fences shattered in front of him, and hundreds of bamboo fragments shot out, like a powerful crossbow, into a thatched hut dozens of meters in front of him.
A hurried black shadow ran out. Under his pursuit, he soon found himself escaping into a dead end.
This black shadow could not climb over the wall of the two-story inn in front of it. He turned his head in despair. Four red lights and two snow-white lights shone in the darkness.
However, Tang Chuqing's figure suddenly stopped at this moment.
He frowned slightly, turned around slowly, and sold his back to the two-headed dog.
A little red light loomed in the darkness.
The seven-headed two-headed dog appeared in the area he had just traveled through, approaching him quickly and silently, seeming to block him in the alley.
Behind the shining red eyes of this seven-headed two-headed dog, a thicker red appears.
It was a young red-robed priest from Purgatory Mountain with a snow-white complexion, but a layer of strange indigo faintly glowing in his skin.
His eyes also quickly flashed with a faint indigo brilliance, as if some strange textures were formed in the pupils, "Sure enough, it is Tang Chuqing who is the instructor of the Yunqin Zhongzhou Army and knows how to defend the city best."
Tang Chuqing looked at him and said calmly: "It is not easy to practice magic transformation."
The voice of the young red-robed priest became a little weird, hoarse but extremely thick: "Is this a pity for me?"
During the conversation between the two, Tang Chuqing had been walking towards the young red-robed priest.
But between these three sentences, Tang Chuqing's body had already crossed a distance of tens of meters and was less than five meters in front of the seven-headed two-headed dog and the young Purgatory Mountain priest.
Several pieces of torn red cloth flew towards him like snow.
The red priest's robe on the young Priest of Purgatory Mountain shattered into a thousand pieces. At this time, his body completed rapid expansion, and the prominent blood veins were like runes on the skin... The magic transformation was completed.
Tang Chuqing's eyes flashed slightly.
An iron-green, blunt-edged sword like a ruler flew out of his sleeve and flew towards the chest of the young Purgatory Mountain priest who had completed the magic transformation and became half a body taller than him.
When he drew his sword, the seven two-headed dogs were already attacking him like crazy. However, at this moment, all seven two-headed dogs were like small sailboats in the ocean, and were directly hit by the pounding waves pouring from his body.
The vitality flew outward.
The young Priest of Purgatory Mountain drew his sword at the same time.
His sword is a long sword like Zhantai Qantang, attached to a chain.
The moment it was thrust out, the long sword and the attached chain all turned red, like molten magma. A hot volcanic breath instantly dried the damp thatch on the houses on both sides of the alley.
It will burn when it is burnt black and even emitting green smoke.
This sword is undoubtedly very powerful.
However, the young Priest of Purgatory Mountain raised his eyebrows at this moment.
Because he found that if his sword still came out according to the situation, when his sword could touch Tang Chuqing's body, his body would have been pierced by Tang Chuqing's sword.
In this world, the cultivation of practitioners depends largely on who lives longer and who practices longer.
This Priest of Purgatory Mountain knew that Tang Chuqing had already experienced the defense battle of Falling Star Mausoleum when he was a child of more than ten years old. He knew that Tang Chuqing was very strong, but at this moment Tang Chuqing seemed to be even stronger than he imagined.
Tang Chuqing's flying sword looks very ordinary, and even looks like a sword embryo. Its flying speed is far faster than most flying swords in the world.
Without any hesitation, the Priest of Purgatory Mountain changed the direction of his sword. The red chain and long sword suddenly spun in front of him, and rolled towards Tang Chuqing's ordinary-looking but very high-level flying sword.
Tang Chuqing did not change the direction of her flying sword. This was an act of courage and based on her strong confidence in her own strength.
Flames and red-hot chains wrapped around his flying sword.
The tip of the flying sword was forcibly restrained on the chest of the Priest of Purgatory Mountain. The tip of the sword almost touched the skin of the Priest of Purgatory Mountain's chest, but it was trembling and unable to move forward.
In front of the scorching flames, Tang Chuqing's face remained very calm.
His body continued to move forward. The moment the flying sword was restrained, he stretched out his hand and punched out. The fist passed through the flames and heat waves, and hit the hilt of his crude iron ruler-like sword hard.
superior.
There was an explosion of "Pop!"
Sparks flew everywhere, and the roofs of the huts on both sides completely burned in the rainy night.
The small sword pierced the chest of the Priest of Purgatory Mountain. Even though the flesh and blood of the Priest of Purgatory Mountain was as hard as steel, it still could not stop the sword from penetrating in. The small sword was attached with a chain, and even the hilt was mostly submerged in this place.
The chest of the priest named Purgatory Mountain.
The feet of this Priest of Purgatory Mountain were on the ground.
Two burnt pits suddenly appeared on the ground.
After his transformation, his huge body flew backwards, and the red-hot chains dragged the flying sword out of his chest.
Tang Chuqing's eyes darkened slightly, and a surge of soul power surged into the space between heaven and earth again, penetrating into her flying sword.
His flying sword flew out of the chain and pierced the wound of the Priest of Purgatory Mountain again.
However, at this moment, the light of his flying sword flashed slightly.
A spider the size of a fist, covered with snow-white down, suddenly appeared on the burning thatched roof nearby.
The tongues of fire rolled around the snow-white spider, but the spider seemed to have no feeling at all. At this moment, a majestic vitality spurted out from the spider's abdomen, and countless strands of white slime seemed to suddenly appear.
The talisman in the air turned into a powerful net, binding his sword and even blocking the infusion of his soul power into the sword.
Taking advantage of this gap, the Priest of Purgatory Mountain continued to fly backwards rapidly and disappeared into the darkness.
Tang Chuqing stretched out her hand and grabbed the flying sword that had been tied up so white that it fell.
The snow-white spider webs broke and fell when his hand touched the hilt of the sword.
"Puff puff!"…
His sword thrust out in his hand, and in an instant, all the necks of the eight-headed two-headed dog that jumped towards him were cut off.
However, before he cut off the neck of one of them, one of the heads had already taken a bite out of the back of his left hand and lifted up a piece of flesh.
The moment he killed the two-headed dog, he had already realized that the strength and speed of this two-headed dog were still higher than those of the other seven two-headed dogs.
This may be the alpha dog among these two-headed dogs.
Faced with the cooperation of a Purgatory Mountain Priest who already possesses the strength of a Saint Master after his demonic transformation, and his monster companions who possess some unique abilities, they also face these seven or eight people who are like great soul master-level practitioners at the same time.
It is inevitable that the leading dog's body will be slightly damaged.
However, at this moment, Tang Chuqing already knew what it meant to be bitten by these two-headed dogs.
All his perceptions were focused on his injured left hand at this time.
The world outside him disappeared in this very short moment... His perception was much stronger than Lin Xi's, so just at this moment, he felt something strange along his arm,
It spread rapidly towards his body, and even his powerful soul power could not contain it at all.
Without any hesitation, he swung his sword and cut off his left arm with one stroke.
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