"All!" The empress's minister's body was covered with electric current bursting, reaching directly above the army of cold beasts.

Her loud shout was extremely penetrating, and she turned around suddenly, pointing at the charred giant arrow: "Wind!"

"Xilulu~"

"Sigh the Lvlu!" Countless Fengshi horses stepped on their horses' hooves and neighed loudly.

The demon skill is blowing!

A small wind blowing is nothing to the arrow of Ember.

But what about a thousand small winds?

These cold beast legions that broke out from the base camp are not miscellaneous troops.

500 cold people, 1,000 Fenghenjia, plus 500 electric stars!

What is this concept?

One person rides on both sides, and everyone has a small electric star to protect the body!

Generally speaking, one cold race person can control three cold beasts of the same level as him.

If the cold race controls cold beasts that are one level higher than their own, it is best to use the 1+1 mode.

The Emperor of Beishan who had previously stationed in the high mountain ranch is the best example.

As the sixth-level emperor minister, he controlled 1 seventh-level demon saint, plus 1 sixth-level demon emperor lily of the valley flower bell.

In other words, the Cold Legion lineups arranged on the open grasslands have already fully equipped the troops!

It can be seen that the cold army hated Yang Qingqing, the human race who suddenly appeared and rushed into the camp!

Not only were two emperor ministers chasing them, but there were also elite teams following them to avoid all the possibility of the other party escaping.

Facts have proved that the judgment of the Cold Clan Corps is correct.

Yang Qingqing, a powerful human race, really has a helper, and he was so explosive as soon as he appeared!

"Huh~"

"Huh!!!" Thousands of irritable little winds have undergone a qualitative change, turning into a terrifying storm.

The momentum of the Ember Arrow suddenly dropped, and the endless flames it swept away suddenly.

In addition, the arrows of catastrophe covered with gray fire were also stained with red flames.

"Hmph." Seeing the speed of arrows in the sky slowed down, the Empress's minister immediately snorted coldly.

She poked her big hand and stroked the bird's head under her knees: "Breaking it!"

"Cry~~~"

The big roc flapped its wings and hovered above the back of the Thousand-Man Cavalry Regiment, and a body of electric current spread again.

Demonic Technique · Thunderbirds Attack!

In an instant, thousands of thunderbirds emerged and plunged into the fierce storm.

Thunder borrows the wind?

In special circumstances, it is indeed feasible.

The densely packed thunder and lightning birds, driven by the strong wind, rushed in shock and bombarded the fire arrows all over the sky.

"Bang!"

"Boom"

Thousands of catastrophe arrows were bombarded by thousands of birds, and were overturned in the terrifying storm.

And the huge charred ember arrow was even more focused on by the Thunderbird.

"But that's it." The Nanshan Empress's face was cold and her posture was proud.

What's wrong with the holy soldiers?

So what about 2 holy soldiers?

This emperor brought hundreds of soldiers and thousands of cold beasts, and the arrogant demon saint Lei Yunpeng under him.

Do you still want to rush forward?

"hiss"

"Roar!!!" The cold people roared one after another, with a huge momentum!

For a moment, the female imperial minister's attitude became even more arrogant, and even glanced at the male imperial minister from afar.

The male emperor in Xishan looked a little ugly, and I have to admit that I was indeed shocked.

There is no way, these thousands of arrows are coming in full force, and anyone who sees them will be secretly palpitations.

It is understandable that the male emperor minister wants to avoid his edge.

But at this moment, the two holy soldiers returned in shame, and only the cold army thundered and thundered, and then recalled the scene where he had just fled in a hurry.

The face of the male emperor only felt a burning pain.

Of course, the soldiers under their command dare not say anything.

But the cold and playful eyes of the Empress's minister made the male Emperor's minister's mentality explode!

And more than a thousand meters away, Du Yu held the bloody man in his arms, his face very gloomy.

He communicated in his mind: "Come back first, regroup, and fight!"

"Na~" Bai Yujing fell quietly, standing behind Du Yu, looking at the woman's bloody face on the owner's shoulder.

Unable to help, Bai Yujing's eyes showed a hint of heartache.

She lowered the deer's head, poked out the tip of her pink tongue, and gently licked the woman's face.

It’s rare that Bai Yujing doesn’t mind being dirty.

Yang Qingqing's eyes were soft, she raised her palm and gently stroked the snow-white deer head.

Then, the woman's palm froze. What did she see?

His eyes flew across the side of Bai Yujing, and he saw a figure running wildly in the distance!

"Cold clan." Yang Qingqing said in a deep voice.

"That is my slave, the emperor minister of Beishan, I call him the slave." Du Yu knew what Yang Qingqing was talking about.

He picked up the woman's graceful body and raised his hand toward him.

Bai Yujing understood it and quickly knelt down.

Not everyone can ride the dust spirit deer that is 3 meters high, and the threshold is very high.

Du Yu put Master Qing on Bai Yujing's back and followed the situation to sort out her dirty, bloody skirt.

It is hard to imagine that in front of the two armies, during the decisive battle, he would do such a move.

"Cinnabara?" Yang Qingqing lowered her head and watched her disciple carefully tidy up her skirt.

As a master, she should have reminded her disciple to focus on the battlefield and not be distracted.

But Du Yu showed an indescribable confidence in every move.

Even the two holy soldiers suffered consecutive setbacks.

But Du Yu was not discouraged or panic, as if nothing had happened.

Du Yu whispered: "Since you can't attack, then collapse from the inside of the enemy!"

As he said that, Du Yu turned over to the deer and sat in front of Qingshi: "Kill the imperial slave, control the speed, and don't really catch up."

"Na~" Bai Yujing stood up and walked forward. After Ren Qingshi took back the Forbidden City, he immediately rushed out.

"Swoosh!"

Du Yu pulled the bow and arrow, and a red fire arrow stabbed the desperate figure far away from the side.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"North Mountain?"

"North?!" Above the Cold Beast Army, two imperial ministers riding the Demon Saint Dapeng thought they were confused.

How could the Emperor of Beishan who was stationed in the ranch appear here?

But it was him, that's right.

The appearance of the Emperor Chen of Beishan is the label of the mountain ranch. No cold-sected person dares to use such a skin.

In the rain, fire arrows flowed rapidly and shot towards the Imperial Slave.

There were also the two shameful holy soldiers who had killed in the direction of the imperial slave.

The Empress's face suddenly became stiff.

"Crack!" Suddenly, a thunder and lightning exploded in the sky.
To be continued...