"Then, then..." Mu Cang stammered with large beads of sweat on his forehead, with a look of panic on his face, "Withdraw, withdraw..."
"Nonsense! I've already won the battle, so why retreat?!" Flame Heart Lion roared and knocked Mu Cang off his horse with a wave of his hand.
Wei Yang said angrily: "This journey has been very strange, Flame Heart Lion, don't be too conceited!"
"Hmph! You guys who are as cowardly as rats, get out of here. After I take Jincheng, I will go back and receive the merit myself!" The Flame Heart Lion ignored the objections of Wei Yang and others and waved his hand, "I want to perform meritorious service for Your Majesty.
Yes, just follow me!"
Among the twelve demon gods, all except Mu Cang and Wei Yang followed.
As we approached the city gate, suddenly there was a huge fire all around. From the city tower to the surrounding mountains, a whole circle was formed. The bright torches were so bright that people couldn't even open their eyes!
A flurry of bows and arrows stretched out from the torches, aiming at the 100,000 elite soldiers and twelve demon gods below from all directions.
The cold light of the bow and arrow appears even sharper in the firelight!
The Flame Heart Lion looked ferocious as he raised his head and looked at the black figure slowly appearing on the tower, like a red-haired girl descending from a god.
"Huang Beiyue!"
"What's going on when you see the surprised look on my face?" Huang Beiyue said lazily, putting a hand on the tower.
"Shouldn't you be at Ximen!?"
"Hey, isn't this the west gate?" Huang Beiyue pretended to be innocent and blinked, "Sorry, my sense of direction is not very good~"
There was a burst of laughter on the tower, and the Flame Heart Lion immediately turned pale, knowing that he had been fooled this time!
But how could Dreamweaver go wrong?
Suddenly remembering Mu Cang's reaction just now, the Flame Heart Lion immediately looked at the little girl standing at the open city gate, roared angrily, and suddenly an arm expanded several times and hit the little girl in a circle!
There was a roar, and a huge crater was suddenly smashed into the ground. Smoke and dust rolled past, but the little girl was nowhere to be seen.
"Hahaha - what an idiot!" A silver bell-like laughter came from the tower, and the little girl unexpectedly appeared next to Huang Beiyue, wearing a goose-yellow skirt and covering her small mouth.
Giggling non-stop.
When did you go up?
The people behind them widened their eyes. Is that little girl also an unfathomable master?
Only Mu Cang could see the origin of the little girl at a glance and did not dare to stay any longer. He got up from the ground and hurriedly used the Dreamweaver to escape.
Huang Beiyue stood majestically on the city tower, holding a sword in his hand, pointing at the people below and saying: "No one among your hundred thousand troops can escape today, let's fire arrows!"
The bow string was tightened, swishing, and arrows were shot from all directions like locusts. There was a sudden scream. Ordinary soldiers had no time to escape, and they fell to the ground after being struck by arrows.
The twelve demon gods are all very strong. Although they can avoid the dense arrows, the Henala warriors trained by Huang Beiyue are not vegetarians. If they kill more than a dozen people, plus a few Xiaohu, it is simply...
Massacre | Killing and melee!
"Huang Beiyue!" There was a roar in mid-air, and the snake tail under Weiyang's skirt swung, and she was on the tower in an instant, waving the sword with both hands, and two icy cold spurts came down.
Hongzhu narrowed his eyes, how could his master take action against such an opponent? With a flash of silver light, he charged forward.
Seeing this overwhelming situation, Huang Beiyue got on the Ice Spirit Magic Bird and looked into the distance.
