When the claws fell, the pressure it brought was stronger than that of the fox demon and the bull demon.
With just one claw, the demon king actually scratched through the light shield, and the strong wind carried the yellow sand and immediately moved towards the pass.
There was a sudden panic on the city wall, and Fu Zefeng was ordering the new recruits to calm down and raise their troops to fight.
But the next moment, he saw a figure rising suddenly, and saw Song Mu immediately heading towards the hawk demon, with a long sword in his hand.
Just for an instant, a violent light suddenly flashed in the sky.
The light was so dazzling that even Fu Zefeng narrowed his eyes unconsciously, but the next moment, he heard a shrill cry of an eagle in the sky, and then a body of several feet fell.
The surrounding soldiers fled one after another, and the harpy demon's body crashed onto the city wall, and then slid out of the pass, leaving only a scarlet bloodstain on the city wall.
Fu Zefeng was particularly moved at this moment and couldn't believe the situation before him.
With just one blow, the opponent actually killed the demon king.
At this moment, he looked at Song Mu who was slowly falling, and for a moment he didn't know what to think. The surging strength was unfathomable.
At this moment, Song Mu had already landed in front of the other party and said to Fu Zefeng.
"The situation in this sandstorm is very unusual. Just take these."
Saying this, Song Mu stuffed a stack of papers directly into Fu Zefeng's hands. Fu Zefeng looked at this situation and was about to ask Song Mu to resolve the deadlock between the other two Shangguan.
But he saw Song Mu's figure suddenly rise.
"Senior, what are you..."
"I'm going to explore it. This pass won't be broken open by the demon clan for a while."
After leaving these words, Song Mu's figure immediately disappeared into the sandstorm, leaving only Fu Zefeng holding a stack of writing paper in his hand.
But at this time, Ren Yanlong, who was fighting fiercely with the fox demon above the pass, shouted to everyone.
"Immediately mobilize everyone in the city to go to the pass to defend the city! There is a big monster in this sandstorm!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone on the city wall froze. Everyone saw panic in each other's eyes, but they also understood what was happening now.
Soon the officer rushed into the city, knocked on every door, threw down his weapon, and continued to deliver military orders to the front.
In an instant, all the hundreds of families knew the meaning, leaving only the young ones, while the rest picked up their weapons and headed towards the city wall.
Among them was an old man wearing old armor, with a shining steel sword in his hand.
Most of the pass here are military households, and even three generations of ancestors and grandchildren have guarded the pass here.
Even in those caravans, all the northwest men also took out their swords from the goods, loosened their face towels, called their friends, and went to the city wall.
For a time, soldiers in the city rushed into the city wall, but the city wall was also anxious at this moment. The light curtain was already crumbling. Under the pass, the corpses of monsters were spread out one foot high, and the fishy smell was soaring into the sky.
A monster rushed up the city wall at a pass, and the next moment it swept away several soldiers. When screams came, a man rushed forward.
"Swing the sword with me, hold your breath and concentrate!"
Fu Zefeng's face looked fierce at this moment, and the sword in his hand was shining. As he stepped forward, the scholar behind him was writing a text, and the light on his armor flashed.
Several old soldiers also raised their swords and went together, but they saw Fu Zefeng coming forward and suddenly threw out a piece of paper.
The paper suddenly shone, and the poems on it turned into light and merged into the bodies of several people. At this moment, they all jumped up and waved their swords!
The blade rises, murderous intent is revealed!
Several rays of sword light rushed out, and the monster beasts that rushed to the top of the city did not even move and were immediately broken into several large pieces of meat.
Several veterans of the army exclaimed again and again when they saw this.
"Never has a knife been so fast!"
"Kill him instantly with one strike. When did this demon general from the demon country become so fragile?!"
Several veterans raised their eyebrows and looked at the sword in their hands in confusion, and then they all looked at Fu Zefeng next to them.
At this moment, Fu Zefeng looked at the situation in front of him with stunned eyes, but suddenly realized something and quickly took out another piece of paper.
Looking closely, there was actually a poem written on the paper three fingers wide.
Joining the army with a sword on his waist and a handkerchief on his head, he leans alone in the garrison and gazes at it. The climate of the Central Plains is like a fox living in a rabbit's den, and the twilight smoke lingers. He writes in his arms and waits for the day, and he is young in Longxi. He sighs at the time and the electricity, and it is easy to develop fat, so it is better to change the tune of Yi Ting.
The world is changing, and the world is full of chaos. There are many disturbances. The wars are fierce, and there is no time to rest. Who can drive them away? The mountains and rivers in the eyes, the career in the heart, a long roar. In peacetime, the relationship is close, and the cultural dynasty will be stable for a hundred years.
Just by glancing at it, Fu Zefeng felt that this poem was of great literary talent, and the spirit of war was rising in it. It was not only a battle poem, but also a sword poem to assist battle!
But Fu Zefeng had never heard of this poem in the military.
Fu Zefeng took out a few more pieces of paper, and the same words were written on them. At this moment, he also looked surprised and raised his head slightly.
"That adult, who is...?"
In the sandstorm at this moment, Song Mu flew high in the sky, as if he was in a deserted place, releasing power at will along the way, killing countless monsters in an instant.
But Song Mu's figure went straight towards the depths of the sandstorm.
Just before, when Song Mu used his telekinesis to explore the situation in the sandstorm, he discovered that there was a powerful aura in it.
The monster's strength has reached the level of the Demon King, and among them, there seem to be many Demon Lords and Demon Kings.
These guys were hidden in the thick sandstorm and moved forward. Even when they encountered the human race, they could only mobilize one or two demon kings to take action. If Song Mu hadn't had deep telepathy, it might have been difficult to detect such a situation.
This time the sandstorm broke out, accompanied by such large-scale monster beasts and powerful monsters, Song Mu knew that this was no longer just a sandstorm.
Hidden in this vast sandstorm is a demon army.
This is an attack on the surface, and the purpose may be to clear the barrier behind it.
Song Mu's heart sank when he thought of this. In this case, why no news was transmitted at the front pass, it may be related to this, or even why the news from the superior fortress could not be transmitted. I am afraid that this is already a monster war.
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And under the intensity of this attack, the barrier behind him cannot be held up no matter what. If he just holds on, he may be completely crushed by this demon clan in an instant.
Even though he knew that the monster was fierce, Song Mu had to move forward. At least at this juncture, Song Mu could not watch Fu Zefeng die. Even the soldiers and common people of the human race could not die in such a tragic way.
So Song Mu prepared to fight through the sandstorm alone and catch the thieves first to capture the king.
Without the Demon Saint, Song Mu could advance and retreat calmly among the demon clan.
Song Mu traveled quickly in the sandstorm, and his eyes quickly scanned every place in the sandstorm.
Soon Song Mu paused, and the next moment he showed his attack, and a wave of Hanlin's power headed towards the ground.
In a sand dune, a scorpion immediately rushed out, spitting out an attack at the same time, striking Song Mu's attack.
It was a demon king, but it still had some shortcomings when facing Song Mu's attack.
He was about to raise his head to show off his power to Song Mu Baoxiao, when a sword light flashed suddenly, and in an instant he saw a long sword directly thrust into the opponent's head, and the words on it were still rotating slowly.
The text flashed suddenly, and the monster suddenly exploded. Song Mu had already moved forward again, swallowing the sea sharply in front of him.
In this way, Song Mu went back and forth several times in this sandstorm, easily killing several demon kings, and finally caused a shock in the sandstorm.
The next moment, vast power finally spread out from the sandstorm, a long roar came out, and a huge lizard appeared.
The pressure rising above it is the Demon King hidden in this sandstorm.
"Where did the literati come from?!"
The lizard looked towards Song Mu. It was filled with demonic aura. At this moment, its body was flashing and rushing towards Song Mu.
When Song Mu saw the other party's actions, he snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to hold Tun Hai, his eyes were like lightning.
"If you enter the territory of our Wen Dynasty, you will be killed by my sword today!"
As soon as the words fell, a majestic pressure emanated from Song Mu's body, and the aura of a great scholar was overwhelming.
In the flying sand, roars and flashes of light resounded at the same time, causing countless rumblings and vibrations.