Everyone was frozen, unable to tell the illusion of reality or fear in front of them.

"I'm pretending to be a ghost here again, so I've been making these smokes. There is a saying in the Central Plains that you use old tricks. I think you've heard of Xiao Tang, woman... cough cough... that's it." Falcon Moore spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground contemptuously.

He didn't want to admit that he was injured in the hands of a woman and almost lost his life. It was such a shame that he couldn't help but want to humiliate the other party severely.

And in the frost, snow, clouds, the iron armor rubbed out, and behind him, there was no answer. The delicate thin lips under the golden eagle mask slowly raised a gentle smile.

Under the armor, "her" lips were as delicate as fine brushwork. The smile was so beautiful that it was fascinating that all the Hegin warriors were amazed.

But Falcon Moore read a scent of bloody, cruelty and shockingly, and the haze in his heart became increasingly intense and uneasy.

"No...no...that's not Xiao Tang, Your Highness, run away quickly, that's..." Dalihan first caught a glimpse of the long sword in his hand that was weirdly red, and he was swallowing and spitting out a strange bloody aura like life. He widened his eyes and couldn't help but scream, but the next moment, he never had the chance to finish the rest.

Because he has separated from his body and head!

The hot blood was instantly scattered in mid-air, pouring Falcon Moore's face.

"Kill." The silver-armored demon god led by the head gently bounced the bloody red sword in his hand, and all the blood was greedily swallowed by the sword under the horrified eyes of everyone. He sighed softly in his graceful thin lips, as if he was looking forward to a feast of killing.

Gululu's rolling head still looked horrified, and his unfinished words announced the beginning of a massacre.

The demon shadows with silver armor appeared from the fog of ice and snow that seemed to spread on the tundra moved. The speed was almost inhumane, cruel and neat. In the thick fog, in an instant, silver light and bright red intertwined, and it was impossible to tell which ones were illusory and those were real.

But every place was constantly bursting with blood, gradually dyeing the thick fog bright red, making the strange and profound fog emitting a strange fragrance look like a huge spider web, sticking to every Hegin soldier.

Excitement, blood and fear intertwined, the Silver Armor Major General led his terrifying Sky Eagle Guard to resurrect from the dust, break the seal from the ice and snow, and whip it here again with thunder.

No one knows what is waiting for him in the terrible fog, whether it is his companion's head, or the bloody sword of death, and whether death will come to him the next moment.

At this moment, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, being exiled on the field of this killing game.

“Ahhhhh——!”

"Give me your life!"

“Woo woo--!”

Some people ran away subconsciously, some raised their swords to fight fear, but they were completely futile, and some even knelt on the ground, with their shit, urine, tears flowing.

This is nothing more than a completely one-sided killing game.

When dominated by unknown fear, unless the dead man is dead, he will only have the instinct to survive. How can he remember that he has a master waiting to protect him?

Several soldiers carrying Falcon Moore fled out, and died suddenly under the bloody red sword.

Naturally, he was thrown to the ground hard, and only a few guards who were as loyal as Dalihan were still trembling while trying to help him up.

Falcon Moore covered his bleeding chest and coughed while looking around in pain: "Go out, break out... and break out... our people... our tribe has brought reinforcements..."

"Yes!" The guards beside him staggered in one direction.

But soon, they found something wrong with the meridians, and the surroundings seemed to be too quiet.

There was still a vague noise of killing and hissing in the distance, but the nearby one was so quiet that it seemed as if the moans of the injured could not be heard.

"No... there is something wrong with this fog... Could it be... it's an illusion?" Falcon Moore couldn't help but doubt it when he remembered that Chu Yu and his group were very good at using poison.

Someone in the guard also found something unusual. One guard pointed at the nearby tremblingly: "Your Highness, you find... the fog... seems to have faded..."

The others followed his words and found that the fog seemed to be blown away by the wind on the grassland, which was really fading.

"Okay... cough cough... While the fog dissipates, we will immediately..." Hayamore squeezed out his throat with difficulty.

The wound on his chest made him feel like he was stabbed with pain every time he breathed.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a guard holding him next to him suddenly slip and fell to the ground with a bang. Then the guard made a very terrifying sound, almost unlike a human could make.

"Ah—ah—ah—ahh—!"

Falcon Moore and his group were so scared that they almost fell down.

"Scream...what...ah...small guy." Hayamore finally stabilized his body. At this moment, he was already very painful and anxious. He was in a state of fear and kicked the guard with angrily.

The guard seemed to be unaware of it, looked down at his hands, and said dumbly: "Blood...blood...so much blood...ahhhh..."

What is rare to see blood on the battlefield?!

Hayao Moore and several other guards were relieved, but saw the guard silly, and rushed over in fear, holding Hayao Moore's thighs trembled: "Your Highness... is dead... is dead... is dead... is dead..."

"You're dead..." Falcon Moore was furious, but when he subconsciously raised his eyes and followed the guard's gaze, he was also froze on the spot in horror.

The fog is already thin.

Under the pale sunshine, what appeared before him was a living sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Shura land, purgatory field,

Ghostly warriors, holding blood-blade swords in both hands, stood quietly among the blood-colored clouds and mist, like a dream, as if a demon reborn from the flesh-and-blood hell, and the battle helmet scales on their bodies kept flowing downwards.

The silver-armored demon in his hand, the extremely strange blood-colored sword in his hand, probably had swallowed too much blood at this moment, and was still ringing, the bloody red light surged and jumped excitedly.

But what is strange is that his body is still clean and not bloody at all. It is just that his mysterious and strange appearance, which is unstained by blood, is even more awe-inspiring and trembling.

"It's really, it's been a long time since I haven't been so full of joy. Thank you for waking me from the Eternal Tundra." The silver-armored demon bent his lips quietly. His soft voice had a strange metal texture, like water dripping on the Cold Sword.

"The Demon God... The Demon God's Whip... The War... The Ghost... Live... Live..." Fear involuntarily enveloped the hearts of the survivors of Hayamore and his group of survivors. The guards were already very stubborn. No matter how stupid people were, how could they admit the wrong God in front of them at this moment?

Some people's legs were trembling and they couldn't move, while others looked at each other and fainted in a panic.

Although Falcon Moore was shocked by the scene in front of him and his heart was shrouded in boundless fear, he knew that the terrifying man in front of him was a living person, not a ghost.

"The Whip of the Demon God, Fighting the Ghost - Qiu Zifei!" Han Moore sat on the ground, looked up at the man holding a bloody red sword in front of him, and widened his silver eyes in embarrassment and confusion.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered his father. Had he faced the same fear?

"Jun Moore, the second son of the Southern King Jun Ning Moli, I will remember that you are the son your father loves the most?" Qin Sheng, no, Qiu Zi lowered her eyes and stared at the seriously injured man in front of her with a smile.

Falcon Moore felt that at that moment, he was like a clown who was so small that he was not worth mentioning in front of this man that he was... ant.

But, obviously, this man is so close to him, but he is a demon who destroyed his father's glory. Now, is he going to destroy him again?

It was anger, fear, and powerlessness that made him tremble unconsciously.

He raised his eyes and stared at the man in front of him, trembling: "Since you are dead... why are you going to live again... Why... Haha..."

"No, as you Hegins wished?" Akiko slowly carried the sword and walked towards him step by step.

"Don't come over!" Hayamore took a few steps back in a panic in fear, but suddenly remembered something and said coldly: "Ahem... If you dare to kill me, my tribe will... avenge me desperately... will go to war with Lu Fang, everyone will die... will die... hahaha... When you first broke up, you had the opportunity to kill me, but you never took action. Isn't it just because you are afraid of this, hahaha!"

The silver armored demon stopped and narrowed his eyes and looked at him dangerously.

Falcon Moore covered his chest and suddenly couldn't help laughing ferociously: "You... do you think you won... I want to see... how many people can you kill me? My father didn't bury you in the snow back then, this time my tribe came to help... I want you to bury the grassland, which can be regarded as a sacrifice to my father!"

"Is that right?" Qiu Zifei suddenly raised the corners of his lips slightly, full of sarcasm and cruelty: "Are you sure that is the tribe who is here to support you?"

Falcon Moore was shocked and looked at him sideways and found that in addition to the large corpse and blood surrounding him, there were a large number of soldiers who looked like Hegins in the distance, which formed a circle of encirclements. They also held many prisoners of his tribes under the Southern King. However, no one spoke, so it was so quiet.

At this time, in the thin and blurred mist, a horse rode out and stepped through a sea of ​​blood. A woman in military uniform sat on it, looking at him coldly with gray and blue eyes: "Fao Moore, you framed the Northern King Jun Qinning and planned to assassinate this princess and the prince, with the intention of usurping the throne of King Hejin. This princess invited our allies in the Central Plains to help, clear the king's side, and eliminate the treacherous and slander. From today on, you will be the sinner of our Hejin Grassland, and your crimes should be punished!"

Falcon Moore was shocked in the local area and looked at her almost incrediblely. After a while, his lips trembling: "It's you... it's you... the conspiracy... it's all conspiracy!"

Then, he suddenly laughed wildly and loudly: "Princess Xuxu, you are actually trying to get a fucked with Hu. You idiot... idiot... Hujin is going to be destroyed in your hands!"

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Chapter completed!