Seeing this scene, the remaining cavalry immediately dispersed. Although the Tianxiong Army was elite, they were not dead soldiers. It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
As soon as the people dispersed, the military formation that was almost unsustainable immediately dispersed, but the connection between the energy and blood in their bodies and the formation flag was not broken yet.
Before they could run very far, one by one fell from their horses and fell to the ground, turning into skinny corpses. Even the three-level village chiefs did not escape this disaster.
"What's going on? Does the formation flag still have this function?"
Zhong Wu twisted his hammers, looked at the cavalrymen who fell to the ground and died, then turned to a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe next to him and said.
At this time, after draining his subordinates, Zhou Lang seemed not to be satisfied yet, and directly attacked the people behind him.
"Something is wrong. Zhou Lang is only a third-level warrior. He swallowed such a huge weapon and did not explode to death. And if you look at the formation flag, if I am not mistaken, the weapon spirit of the formation flag is a demon tiger.
But at this time, the soul of the demon tiger has also merged with Zhou Lang, which is incredible."
The scribe man frowned and felt a little uneasy, so he called out: "Don't worry about what he does, let's take advantage of the moment and work together with all our strength."
After hearing this, the people in charge of Tiansi launched an attack on Zhou Lang without hesitation. As for the life and death of thousands of people, they no longer cared about it at this time.
For a moment, the sword light shot into the sky, the sword energy was arrogant, the fire snake formed by the soul power thought appeared again, and the black iron arrow turned into a meteor and fell.
The attack launched by ten people directly blasted the place where Zhou Lang was into a big crater, and even the soil on the ground was crystallized by the high temperature.
"Jie Jie~ Is this all you can do?"
Suddenly, a tyrannical momentum rolled forward in all directions, directly dispersing the billowing dust surrounding Zhou Lang, revealing the situation inside.
Zhou Lang was wearing a blood-striped armor, and even his face was covered by a visor. No changes could be seen, but the aura radiating out and the black flame covering the blood-striped armor made Lu Xiaofeng and others have a strong feeling.
of uneasiness.
"Whoa!"
His figure suddenly disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared, there was a blood-red heart in his hand.
"Crack!"
As Zhou Lang pinched it with his five fingers, his heart suddenly turned into minced meat and overflowed from his fingers.
"Snapped!"
At the same time, on Jian Tiansi's side, the young man who wielded the spear fell to the ground, a huge hole appeared in his chest, and the blood gushing out formed a puddle on the ground.
When the middle-aged scribe saw this scene, his face changed drastically, and he squeezed out one word from between his teeth, "Run!"
Things are out of control. Although I don't know how Zhou Lang did it, his strength at this time is at least in the fifth realm, and the strongest one on Jiantiansi's side is only in the fourth realm. The difference in strength beyond one realm cannot be achieved by relying on
The number of people can make up for it.
Just now, all of them didn't even see clearly how Zhou Lang took action. One person on their side was killed. If they didn't leave, they might be wiped out. So after the middle-aged scribe spoke, the remaining nine people
Everyone showed their magical powers and fled in all directions.
Just when Jian Tiansi and others were running for their lives, Zhou Lang also made a move.
He drew out the long sword from his waist and swung it towards the sky. The long sword covered in black flames suddenly shot through the air, like a black lightning, piercing through the gourd at Lu Xiaofeng's feet and through his vest.
After receiving this blow, Lu Xiaofeng's face was like gold paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, but strangely the blood was suspended in mid-air.
I saw him squeeze out a Dharma consciousness with both hands, and the suspended blood immediately penetrated into the red gourd below, and the gourd glowed red.
The next moment, Lu Xiaofeng was wrapped in red light and disappeared from the horizon.
After Zhou Lang threw out his long sword, he chased after the next figure without looking at the result. He was obviously very confident in his blow. In this way, he caught up and silenced the fleeing people one by one. In the end, he
Only the most powerful middle-aged scribe remained.
Seeing Zhou Lang catching up quickly, the middle-aged scribe knew that he was doomed today, so he turned around and rushed towards Zhou Lang.
Two cold lights appeared in Zhou Lang's eyes, and he speeded up again, instantly out of sight of the middle-aged scribe. The dynamic vision of the naked eye was limited, so practitioners almost always relied on the six senses to catch the enemy's aura.
The middle-aged scribe stopped and his soul power poured out, forming a flame mask around him. The concept of his cultivation is [Sky Fire Atlas], which can control the power of fire. After practicing it, he can control the sky fire.
Burn everything.
After the flame mask appeared, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose rapidly, the vegetation was quickly ignited and turned into ashes, and the soil under the middle-aged scribe's feet began to crystallize.
As a Soul Cultivator of the Fourth Realm Sun Travel Realm, his perception is even more astonishing, but Zhou Lang's speed was too fast. The middle-aged scribe only "saw" a blurry shadow, and before he could react, the flame mask
Even his own chest had been penetrated.
However, the middle-aged scribe did not sit still and waited for death. He took this opportunity and hugged Zhou Lang's arm tightly with both hands. The next moment, his body turned into a huge fireball and exploded.
"Boom!" With a sound, a fiery red mushroom cloud rose, and everything within a radius of a hundred meters turned into crystallized white ground, leaving a huge deep crater in the center of the explosion.
At the bottom of the pit, Zhou Lang's armor has been melted by the high temperature generated by the explosion. The fiery red molten iron has not yet solidified. It flows down along his skin. You can see that there is a black light film covering the surface of his skin. It is this
A layer of light film insulates the scorching temperature.
Without the armor to cover up, Zhou Lang's appearance was also revealed, with long golden hair, two pointed ears, vulture's facial features, three animal patterns on his face, and four pointed canine teeth emerging from his thin lips.
exposed.
He suddenly raised his head, and the pupils of his eyes turned out to be vertical, glowing coldly. He sneered upward and said, "Have you seen enough?"
"not good!"
The soul of the middle-aged scribe turned pale with fright, turned into a streak of invisible fire, and was about to escape. However, the next moment, he was pulled by an invisible force and flew back.
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the middle-aged scribe also gave up his struggle. He looked at Zhou Lang with hatred on his face, "Traitor, as a Chu native, you actually colluded with the demons and barbarians. I'll wait for you below!"
After saying that, his soul turned directly into a flame and burned up.
After the middle-aged scribe lost his soul, the aura on Zhou Lang's body also weakened rapidly. He fell from the peak of the fifth realm to the middle of the second realm. His whole body seemed to have been hollowed out, and he collapsed on the ground.
"What a shame, it actually caused me to fall directly to a lower level."
Zhou Lang felt the changes in his body and punched the ground suddenly. This was one of the costs of using the demon god transformation.