Because in the gloomy Northland, red is extremely bright. Red is also like a flame, manic and raging, bursting and ruthless. He hopes that everyone who sees this red flag will be deeply impressed in their hearts and realize what kind of person he is.
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Invasion is like fire!
When the nobles of Cold Wind City decided to fight to the death, Zhou Qingfeng, who was walking on fire, raised his divine power high and suddenly accelerated. His figure pulled out a series of shadows, took the lead, and arbitrarily crashed into the opponent's array.
The shadow behind Old Long Legs looked like a demon, with a perverse and erratic image. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng riding a skeletal war horse and killing him, he just laughed strangely, but the man stepped aside.
The street where the two parties met was crowded with people, and the front and back were tightly blocked. There was obviously nowhere for Old Long Legs to escape, so he happened to change positions with several armed servants nearby under the shadow behind him.
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The trembling servants raised their swords and spears. Their eyesight was dazzled, and before they had time to judge what happened, they were hit by a monster head with dark sharp horns.
bang
Blood, broken flesh, bone stubble, stumps, everything exploded and flew around. The huge impact penetrated the bodies of four or five servants, shattering them into pieces.
Zhou Qingfeng bumped into him with unparalleled momentum.
The laughter of Old Longlegs was even weirder, and he shouted at the same time: "Surround him, surround him, this idiot is here to die. If there are more of us, we will definitely kill him."
At the impact scene where blood and flesh were flying everywhere, the skeletal horses of the two family knights, who were fully expecting the incoming attack, slowed down and stopped. They howled and charged forward, and the light blade drawn by the Qi Slash struck in a flash.
However, after the impact, the speed of the skeletal war horse increased instead of decreasing, and its forward momentum became more domineering. Zhou Qingfeng on the horse roared and rolled away, the ring-shaped air wall expanded to all sides, and the Divine Power lit up with a more dazzling light.
The light condensed and struck like a curved whip blade, stretching out an attack range of two to three meters. Within this range, the attacking family knights were split open by one sword, two swords took away their vitality, and three swords absorbed their souls.
Zhou Qingfeng's hand exploded with sword gleams, and every time it passed, it was a heavy blow. He took advantage of the horse's power, and the horse helped others. He rushed into the enemy's formation without stopping, flying all the way as if he was entering an uninhabited land, and killed him.
There were crowds of people on the street and there were screams of tragedy.
The man and the horse merged into one, and the sword light flickered like a violent fire, making it impossible to look directly at it.
Blood was spilled and the ground was completely red. Mutilated limbs, broken heads, broken weapons and armors, injured horses and wounded soldiers were scattered everywhere. The streets instantly turned into a flesh and blood mill.
War Trample, the more enemies you kill, the more ferocious and powerful you become. Zhou Qingfeng goes straight into the enemy battle group, wreaking havoc and sprinting vertically and horizontally.
Several wizards from the Longlegs family were staying behind, but in the blink of an eye they found themselves facing a powerful enemy. They had no time to retreat, so they could only tear open the scrolls, swamp spider webs, fireballs and stone walls, and release more than a dozen attack and defense spells at once.
The ground suddenly changed, and Jiying leaped into the air with its four hooves. The tattered bone wings on both sides spread out, and it swept across the street like a razor.
This leap not only avoided the sudden appearance of stone walls and spider webs, but also cut off more than a dozen heads on the road in one go.
The noble attendants who tried to besiege from both sides screamed when they were killed, and their blood was like a fountain. The spears in their hands were like pitiful fire sticks, and they could not withstand a round of fighting. The leather armor on their bodies was as thin as paper,
It broke with just one scratch and killed him on the spot.
Swift Shadow fell to the ground and stepped on a piece of mud created by the Mire Technique. The shocked wizards were so frightened that they wanted to cry. When they saw that they had achieved a little success, they cried out: "Trapped, trapped, the knights rushed forward to kill
Got him."
Roar
The head of Jiying's monster suddenly opened, and the fire of the abyss spurted out from its mouth. The hot flames not only burned, but also tortured the soul. The wizards who cast the spell were not happy for a few seconds before they danced and screamed in the flames and were burned.
The skin is charred and the flesh is rotten.
Hahaha, there was only one voice on the scene that could laugh so happily. That was Mei Daisi who followed Zhou Qingfeng and opened the plane tunnel to watch the battle. She saw the blood under the gloomy sky and smelled the fishy smell in the fierce cold wind.
The harvested souls were constantly being sucked into the abyss. Although the quality of these souls was not very high, the scene of killing made the succubus scream wildly, wishing he could join the battlefield in person.
Even if she can't participate in the battle in person, Medeisi will do her best to release her charming voice. This is her instinct, her subconscious. She always disturbs the scene with all kinds of coquettish laughter, causing Zhou Qingfeng's opponents to have hallucinations.
At the same time, the succubus also sent a large number of lava rocks. Stones as big as millstones kept flying out of the plane passage. The high temperature they emitted almost ignited the air, and the blood mist evaporated under the distorted light and shadow, just like a nightmare.
A large amount of lava rocks not only blocked the streets, but also prevented Lao Changji and others from pursuing Zhou Qingfeng. He himself kept changing positions, trying to catch up with the skeletal horse that kept attacking, but the path was blocked by pieces of lava rocks.
Originally, I thought of trapping Zhou Qingfeng with the help of many people, and grinding him to death. But it turned out that this kid was completely killing God when he was blocking the way, and killing Buddha when he was blocking the way. He was rushing all the way without even stopping.
The narrow streets restricted dodge, and the crowded crowd not only did not become an obstacle to Zhou Qingfeng, but instead became his assistance. Under the divine authority, there was no one-man general, and the opponents he killed were so stunned that they fled in all directions.
Because he killed too many enemies, the state of war trampling never disappeared. Zhou Qingfeng was completely killing from one end of the street to the other. The opponents chasing behind him could not match his speed.
Itchy.
The arrogant and unreasonable collisions greatly demoralized the opponents, and the spreading of high-temperature lava rocks was like dividing the territory, making it difficult for the long-legged team to gather together again after being defeated.
Thousands of noble teams were scattered on several streets, and only a part of them could gather to fight against Zhou Qingfeng. Seeing the heads of their own people being killed, the remaining ones simply collapsed and disintegrated under the howling of ghosts and wolves.
Many knight lords were so frightened by the deaths and injuries all over the streets that they no longer had the intention to fight, so they simply turned around and ran away.
The masters did not dare to step forward, and the other slaves had no fighting spirit. They only felt that their own momentum was not good, and they ran around in a daze. Their numerical advantage was in vain.
Running through a long street of hundreds of meters, the sky was filled with cries of killing, and there were deaths and injuries everywhere. The cloak behind Zhou Qingfeng was full of blood, and he was hunting in the wind. The breath of death condensed on him, and even the swift shadow he rode was like steel poured into iron.
Cast, look invincible.
He rushed to the other end of the street, reined in his horse and slowed down slightly. Zhou Qingfeng turned around and stared at his results indifferently. He hit and killed, causing the enemy to lose at least hundreds of people, and hundreds more were scattered. What follows?
The old man, protected by the shadow, walked around the falling lava rocks and caught up with him angrily. The only target in his eyes was Zhou Qingfeng. He had to make a final effort.
Mondino and Justen slowly led the team past Zhou Qingfeng, bowing their heads slightly to show respect and congratulations to their master for his bravery. It was up to them to clean up the remaining enemies.