"kill!"

Under the shocked gaze of Tuoba Qianyu and the ten thousand wolf cavalry, three hundred death row prisoners had raised their ghost heads and rushed towards them.

They didn't know how these 300 people had the courage to face a 10,000 army and dared to draw their swords, but they had to fight.

Because the impact speed presented by the Demon Camp is surprisingly fast.

It was in front of the wolf cavalry in a flash.

The Wolf Cavalry that was standing in front had not even seen how the people in the Demon Camp used their swords, hundreds of heads of the Wolf Cavalry rolled all over the ground.

The sword from the Demon Camp is so fast!

However, this scene only shocked a small number of people.

Most of the wolf cavalrymen could not see this terrible scene.

Accompanied by the rushing and shouting in the sky.

The overwhelming wolf cavalry instantly swallowed up the three hundred death row prisoners from the Demon Camp.

Tuoba Qianyu, who was behind, looked at the demon camp that was flooded by the sea of ​​people and couldn't help but smile proudly.

This group of people who acted recklessly in the northern desert were finally wiped out by themselves.

In the mountains and forests a mile away, Yang Qiu was quietly watching the battle situation on the field.

He thought that the Demon Camp could tamper Beimo for so long, and his ability must be quite good.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

There is no suspense in this battle between three hundred people and ten thousand wolf cavalry.

Therefore, Yang Qiu didn't even plan to show up.

Just waiting for Tuoba Qianyu to wipe out the Demon Camp, he could quickly rush back and report his life.

It's just a long time...

Yang Qiu noticed that the situation on the battlefield seemed a little different from what he imagined.

In the middle of the battlefield, the surrounded circle not only did not shrink, but was constantly expanding.

"kill!"

There are endless shouts of killing in the middle of the battlefield.

But if you are careful, you will find that such sounds are constantly decreasing.

The wolf cavalry rushing in front was already trembling and began to be scared.

The group of people in front of me who claimed to be from the Demon Camp were like real demons.

In front of the group of dead prisoners of the Demon Camp, no one could escape the knife that slashed at his head.

That's a butcher's knife.

Whenever the ghost-headed sword in the demon camp fell, the head of a wolf cavalry would definitely fall.

Moreover, the death row prisoners in the Demon Camp killed people and only killed people's heads, without exception.

Under the constant fighting, the death row prisoners in the Demon Camp not only did not feel tired, but became even more popular.

They have become addicted to the pleasure of the killing that brings them power.

As long as there are more killings, their power will continue to grow.

And this is the only way to break through the shackles to obtain the magical and demon skills, so no one wants to fall behind.

Especially after Chen Jiugong became the deputy battalion commander, their fighting spirit was even more inspiring.

None of them wanted this arrogant fat man to ride on their heads.

When Fatty Chen became the deputy battalion commander, Ao Bei set a rule for them.

Whoever has the hardest fist can replace it and become the new deputy battalion commander.

"Bastard, this is mine, don't rob it!"

"Haha, I'll kill another one!"

"Everyone goes back and let me do it!"

...

In the demon camp, disharmonious voices sounded.

Faced with the wolf cavalry that was dozens of times more than them, all the death row prisoners in the Demon Camp turned into evil wolves surrounded by flocks of sheep.

I was afraid that others would rob me of prey that I had to my mouth.

There was no death row prisoner going up to fight for the people like Huang Chao, Chen Jiugong, and Wang Menghe.

Because they all broke their own shackles and successfully controlled their own magical skills.

Neither strength nor speed can be compared to ordinary death row prisoners.

Gradually, even Tuoba Qianyu discovered that something was wrong.

Seeing the wolf cavalry rapidly decreasing, Tuoba Qianyu finally couldn't help it.

With a sudden force under his feet, the horse under him could not bear the power of Tuoba Qianyu. With a scream, his bones were broken and he fell down with a bang.

As the third prince of the Golden Tent Imperial Court, Tuoba Qianyu has been taught by powerful warriors since childhood. In addition, he can be sent to the border to participate in the war at a young age, so his military power is naturally good.

As the sword on his waist was unsheathed, Tuoba Qianyuling flew over and fell directly from the head of the wolf cavalry, blocking the death row prisoners of the demon camp.

Feeling the momentum of Tuoba Qianyu, Chen Jiugong and Huang Chao both felt Tuoba Qianyu's extraordinaryness.

But before Chen Jiugong and Huang Chao competed for the first time, a shadow had already taken the lead and shook past them.

It is Wang Menghe.

Wang Menghe was full of fighting spirit. He could see that Tuoba Qianyu was a powerful warrior. He was eager to know the gap between him and the warrior.

Before taking revenge, Wang Menghe needs a real warrior to become his whetstone.

Tuoba Qianyu did not talk nonsense and stabbed out with a sword. The slightly trembling sword body shook the air around him, like a tricky snake that left Wang Menghe nowhere to hide.

Wang Menghe made his debut as a killer, and his grasp of skills is extremely comparable to that of people. This seemingly tricky sword is full of flaws for Wang Menghe.

With a random knife, you will break through Tuoba Qianyu's offensive.

But when the Guitou Knife and Tuoba Qianyu's sword came into contact, a powerful force made Wang Menghe unable to make another ounce.

This is by no means the power of skill.

Bang!

Under this force, Wang Menghe was directly shocked three feet away.

If an ordinary person came to take Tuoba Qianyu's sword, he would be a dead person at this moment.

Tuoba Qianyu was a little surprised to see that Wang Menghe had just retreated under his sword and did not suffer any substantial damage.

He knows his strength more than anyone else.

He suddenly realized that the people in front of him were probably not ordinary people, but were also warriors just like him.

However, he did not feel the fluctuations of the qi in Wang Menghe, which made Tuoba Qianyu very puzzled.

"You are definitely not ordinary people who can take the sword of this prince. Who sent you?"

Wang Menghe just stared at Tuoba Qianyu, but ignored Tuoba Qianyu's problem.

Seeing this, Tuoba Qianyu stopped talking nonsense.

"Then let me die!"

Tuoba Qianyu put his sword in his backhand and came with one sword. Everyone felt the powerful power brought by this sword, which seemed to be able to cut gold and stones and sweep across the thousands of troops.

Wang Menghe's expression also became serious at this moment.

The momentum on his body suddenly changed, and strange characters jumped in his eyes like blood-red fireworks.

In a trance, he turned into a demon king who looked down at all living beings.

"Falling in hell without suffering, falling into the abyss without getting tired!"

"Killing Heart Futu, and observing the world with hundreds of hands!"

This is the magical and demonic technique that belongs to Wang Menghe alone.

The Buddha's Guanshi.

Accompanied by the gloomy voice, Wang Menghe suddenly split hundreds of identical figures in front of Tuoba Qianyu, and at the same time raised the ghost head sword and slashed at him.

Tuoba Qianyu was frightened by this strange scene. In a hurry, he quickly gathered his energy to resist.

bite!

With one sword, the ghost-headed sword and the qi collided, and only a spark was sparked, and even a trace could not be left on Tuoba Qianyu.

Seeing this, Tuoba Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...