Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With the unwilling howlings of the Xuanshuang Sect army and the demon army rose one after another, the two armies were dispersed!

It seems that the victory of Taiping Road is a foregone conclusion!

"Hmph! Taipingdao, it's really amazing!"

In the distance, a hidden place, Chixiao Demon Lord let out a soft hum between his nose.

The eyes were slightly gloomy!

In just a short time, the defeat was decided, how could he accept it calmly?

"Dharma, do you see?"

Behind the Chixiao Demon Lord, an old demon bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.

That's right, the Chixiao Demon Lord was the commander of the demon clan in this battle.

Therefore, he was called the Demonic Coach by this old demon!

"Send the Yinling Demon Soldiers out for a fight!"

The Chixiao Demon Lord's eyes became deeper and deeper. He waved his hand slightly, as if he had made up some decision.

"Master, are you sure?"

The old demon's voice trembled slightly!

Yin Ling Demon Soldier is one of the foundations of the demon clan!

Once used, no matter what the outcome is, it will definitely be lost!

To be honest, this old demon is really reluctant!

Besides, when I think of the terror of the Yin Spirit Demon Soldier in the rumor, the old demon feels indescribable palpitations...

"It's certain that it's time to get the critical moment. Look at this front-line war. If you don't use the Yin Ling Demon Soldier, you're afraid the result will be worse!"

The Chixiao Demon Lord pointed his finger at the distant battlefield, and his forehead slightly had a sense of solemnity and murderous look in his expression!

"Demonic handsome, if so..."

After thinking about it, the old demon seemed to have thought of something, but when he looked at the murderous gaze of the Chixiao Demon Clan, he swallowed it back without realizing it!

"If so, in this battle, my demons have bet on most of their troops, and they can only win, not lose!"

The words were strong and powerful, and the Chixiao Demon Clan turned around and left with great strides!

From a distance, throw out a magic card with yin energy all over the body!

"promise!"

With many heads on his face, the old demon knew that the Chixiao Demon Lord had decided!

Pick up the magic card and leave!

......

"You take this token and go out the Xuanshuang puppet!"

When Xuan Qingyun threw a token to the old woman beside her, she spoke solemnly!

For Xuan Qingyun, this battle is only allowed to win, not lose!

At present, the victory or defeat is on the verge of the forefront, and she can only use her final trump card!

"promise!"

The old woman's eyes were indifferent, and she looked at Xuan Qingyun's figure, and she felt an indescribable gloom!

However, at this moment, Xuan Qingyun was concerned about the overall situation of the battlefield and did not notice the abnormality of this old woman!

"Taipingdao and the Yellow Turban Strongman are indeed very strong, but the Xuanshuang Puppet of our sect is not a vegetarian!"

With a gentle hum, Xuan Qingyun clenched her fists, as if she was cheering herself up.

"Interesting, the sect leader will actually give you the Xuanshuang puppet!"

At this moment, Wang Qinghua, who had just left, suddenly appeared again!

"Why can't you give it to me? Why, are you jealous?"

As if he had found a counterattack point, Xuan Qingyun sarcastically said to Wang Qinghua on the spot.

"Why can't I give it to you? You are the future sect leader of Xuanshuang Sect!"

After looking at Xuan Qingyun deeply, Wang Qinghua's eyes were dull and he could not see anything unusual.

"Yes, I am the future sect leader of Xuanshuang Sect. You are not afraid. After I ascend to the throne, I will completely expel you from Xuanshuang Sect and kill you?"

Xuan Qingyun's tone was full of evil spirits. As expected, the meaning revealed in her words was exactly what she wanted to do!

"The future sect leader? Is that right? I'm so scared. He's really so majestic!"

Wang Qinghua's tone was full of teasing.

"What's so funny? This saint will become the future sect leader, but you are absolutely impossible. Are you very angry?"

The words are filled with jokes, and Xuan Qingyun looks like a villain is successful at this moment!

"Angry? Why do you want to be angry? Do you think I don't know your identity until now?"

"If it weren't for your identity, would you think you could become the future sect leader?"

With a faint smile, Wang Qinghua's heart-wrenching words instantly changed his expression.

"What did you know?"

Xuan Qingyun approached Wang Qinghua step by step, and her whole body was full of murderous intentions!

It seems that I really want to do it!

"What did you know? You asked interestingly!"

"I will tell you clearly that I already know what should be known and what should not be known!"

"Why, want to keep me?"

Wang Qinghua's eyes were still mocking, and his expression was full of playfulness.

At the same time, Wang Qinghua's own momentum rose rapidly, and he looked no less than Xuan Qingyun at all!

"You're very good!"

After a few words popped out from the gaps of teeth like gritting his teeth, Xuan Qingyun put away her momentum and turned around to watch the battle!

"Of course I'm fine!"

With a free and easy smile, Wang Qinghua left!

It seems that every time Wang Qinghua comes out, his purpose is just to disturb Xuan Qingyun's mood?

No one knows this, probably only Wang Qinghua himself knows it!

......

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Suddenly, something seemed like a flood and a beast appeared in the battle, and frost giants hundreds of feet appeared!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

These frost giants just entered the battlefield and trampled many Yellow Turban troops to death!

Even more terrifying is that the waving of these frost giants can cause hail of high and large sizes to rise up all over the sky!

Almost every time the hail fell, a Yellow Turban soldier was about to die on the spot!

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

In a trance, another wave of spiritual snake spitting out the sound of a letter into the battlefield.

In an instant, a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers died of blood in their seven orifices!

In the darkness, there seemed to be a group of unknown gods of death!

Wherever these gods of death pass, no grass will grow!

A sinister voice was constantly coming out, and the Yellow Turban soldiers fell silently into the endless abyss.

From this moment on, the situation of the battle has changed again!

For a moment, the storm changed, and the Yellow Turban Army seemed to have fallen into a disadvantage!

"Does the Demon Clan have the trump card of Xuanshuang Sect?"

Looking at the sudden change in the battle situation below, the old immortal Nanhua, who was hiding in the depths of the void, suddenly opened his eyes!

"Since that's the case, then you can only be the ones!"

The light flashed in his eyes, and the old immortal Nanhua lightly tapped the whisk in his hand!

A ray of light was cast, and layers of waves flashed in the Flower Butterfly City!
To be continued...