After pushing aside the wooden board in front of him, Liu Xiao's entire body emerged from the free door.
He was actually inside a tent without even a guard. A whole row of wooden boards of the same shape and size were stacked together. They should all be abandoned free doors.
There was the noisy sound of horse hooves outside. Obviously, the sound insulation effect of this tent was not good.
Liu Xiao's whole body became blurred, and a spiritual thread connected with the ripples.
The free door leading to the Tomb of the Dead Xiaoqian gradually lost its luster, and the spiritual energy supporting it was returned to its original owner by Liu Xiao, becoming the same state as other wooden boards.
After doing some simple cleaning, Liu Xiao, in a state of nothingness, came to the corner of the tent and unfolded his eagle vision.
The deep blue sky is like an endless curtain, covering the endless grassland. White clouds are dotted here and there, like the snow-white water splashes of fish in the calm sea.
On the grassland, there are countless tents and Tailong hybrids galloping freely on horseback.
There is no city, no wall, not even a fence. Each tent just uses various strange symbols and patterns to define its belonging.
Such a way of living together is both unexpected and reasonable.
The gray finches came out one after another, got out of the tent, and went straight into the blue sky.
He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know how to get to Qilu City. It could be said that Liu Xiao knew nothing about the Qixiao race and their territory.
After thinking about it, it's not really the case.
At least, he still remembered the feeling of killing these bastards, and the fear of being chased by them when he first arrived in Aden.
Yes, how could I forget, what a refreshing joy it was, and what an unforgettable hatred it was.
Liu Xiao tried his best to suppress his restless desire to kill.
Just bear with it, bear with it, it's not yet time.
I know you are in a hurry, and I know you have been depressed for too long, but please bear with me a little longer.
Damn it, Liu Xiao couldn't even remember when he needed to interact with his subconscious in this way.
The surge of murder and violence was like seeing the toilet when you have a stomachache. You can't restrain that impulse at all.
Unknowingly, an extremely sick smile appeared on Liu Xiao's face.
His hands also began to tremble uncontrollably.
Blood seeped out from all parts of his body and flowed on the grass. A black aura that heralded death spread from his body to the surroundings.
The holy beast Gu'e, the holy beast Xiaoye, and the saint Heizi appeared one after another behind him.
Liu Xiao shook his head slightly, his consciousness trying to control his murderous intention, and observing the grassland occupied by Qixiao through the eyes of more than a dozen gray sparrows.
Death Tomb Xiaoqian, the blood servant controlled by a ray of distraction, suddenly twisted his body strangely and whispered to himself, "Death, death, death..."
Shi Nuo, who was on the same sailing boat, almost peed.
The Yu clan fanned the ring, and Xi Yue looked at Wu Tong with a serious look on her face.
Scenes of human beings being tortured and killed by Qi Xiao flashed through Liu Xiao's mind.
In those frozen pictures, the sky is red and the characters are black and white.
When a gray sparrow flew out of a residential area, he saw a cavalry team in the distance, saw the human heads hanging on their bodies, and the direction behind them.
Liu Xiao, who had his eyes closed, raised his head and exhaled a deep breath.
The pair of eyes that were completely covered in blood suddenly opened, and he spoke with a ferocious smile.
"The area has been changed to a war area"
The surroundings suddenly became bright, and the tent was torn into countless pieces by the huge force. I felt the soft holy light sprinkled on my body. In my ears, the sound of Gangzi shooting out bone spurs was so sweet, and the blood splashing under Erha's claws was so beautiful.
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The screams of the bastards, and the rapid spread of panic to the surroundings, were like the constant secretion of dopamine in the brain, which was unprecedentedly satisfying.
~~~Ah~~~
Liu Xiao inexplicably opened his arms, enjoying the pleasure of killing.
One after another, the lord-level blood corpses disappeared from the place the moment they left the space container and threw themselves into the distance.
Jump onto Gangzi's back.
He galloped away in the direction from which the cavalry came.
A team composed of two holy beasts, one saint, and thirty-nine lord-level ferocious beasts, majestically started from the center where countless knights gathered, and killed them all the way outward.
No knight can stop even a simple attack from these monsters. In their huge one-eyed eyes, there is only endless fear, fleeting claw marks, and their torn apart bodies.
Qixiao also wanted to organize a counterattack, so they formed a group and charged bravely.
But just a wisp of silver light wiped away, and the team that had been fighting high just now were left with stumps on the ground. The long spears, short spears, and arrows in their hands didn't even have a chance to stab the monster.
In Liu Xiao's field of vision, the sky and the earth were filled with blood.
The six flying swords, like life-killing scythes, wander within the realm, ruthlessly harvesting cheap lives.
But this doesn't seem to satisfy his thirst for killing.
For those bastards who were missed by the blood corpses, Liu Xiao would happily light a handful of bone-burning cold flames on them, or wrap these fish that slipped through the net with air and throw them directly into the air.
It's a pity that I can't quietly listen to the howls in the fire, and I can't silently appreciate the blood and flesh flying from the sky.
Finally, a decent cavalryman, holding two black spears in his four hands, led hundreds of tribesmen to form a formation and attack from a distance, with a rainbow-like momentum and murderous intent.
But as soon as Liu Xiao's eyes locked on the general, one of Gangzi's bone spurs exploded in his head, without even giving him a chance to leave his name.
Then, Erha burst out of the diagonal stab and crashed into the array. Liu Xiao, who was far behind, felt that the scene was like bowling. A white ball rolled past, and a bunch of messy things were thrown towards both sides.
Fly out sideways.
It perfectly explains what it means to fight a bloody road.
Look down at the earth with a gray bird from high in the sky.
A tiny pointed cone was rapidly cutting into the depths of the grassland covered by tents. The ground behind the cone was dyed red with green, abandoned corpses everywhere, still burning fire spots, and people who were completely afraid to approach.
The Qixiao tribesmen.
In front of the pointed cone, countless black dots were fleeing in all directions. Some of them converged into a black torrent. This black torrent continued to grow in size and began to speed forward.
The corners of his mouth were raised unconsciously.
In just a few moments of breathing, this military formation composed of tens of thousands of knights was already at the edge of Liu Xiao's psychic realm.
The arrows shot out like a shower, which cannot be said to be completely ineffective. Occasionally, there were still a few that could scratch the skin of the lord's bloody corpse and leave a blood mark, but that was all.
Not even interested in building a wind wall, Liu Xiao watched helplessly as more than thirty bloody corpses crashed into the dark cavalry formation against the rain of arrows, like a rice harvester rushing into the rice field, instantly cutting out
A series of bloody ravines.
He tapped his fingers lightly, and waves of air pressure stepped on the ground like invisible giants. After lifting his feet, they left behind pools of blood, water, flesh, and mud.
The cavalry on both wings began to circle around Gangzi in the rear. Even though they could not see the blurred Liu Xiao, the skull in the rear was obviously a protected combat unit, and judging from its attack method, it did not seem to be the same.
Not good at close combat.
But they were obviously overly optimistic.
When Gangzi's six tentacles with full firepower were aimed at them, it was true that they were still bone spurs, but these nearly invisible lights and shadows could penetrate any object in a straight line.
The knights should have realized long ago that the reason why they, far away on the other side of the grassland, were able to detect an attack without anyone issuing a warning was precisely because of this ultra-long-distance attack that penetrated everything.
However, it is not too late to know now.
Anyway, the result is the same, it's just a little earlier, a little later, and a few more holes in the body.
The forward speed slowed down a bit under Liu Xiao's instructions.
Rather than just rushing around and missing too many knights, it is better to clean up more carefully and ignore those who have escaped. At least let these bastards who dare to fight have a good experience of the despair of absolute combat power.
The stacked corpses made the ground a lot higher.
Liu Xiao, who was still free, controlled the surrounding air and built the remaining body into a pyramid-shaped Jingguan. Death, for him at this time, was no longer killing and catharsis, but an art and a way to please himself.
enjoyment.
At some point, Liu Xiao, who had revealed his figure, was already standing at the top of the Beijing Tower.
Beneath him is a monument of corpses and blood.
The battlefield was completely quiet. There were no knights standing around, only forty-two bloody corpses covered in blood like gods of death were left.
Far away, a larger number of black military formations have been assembled, but they still dare not advance.