The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

A large number of troops approached the two golden carriages. The carriages were made of black iron and were generally difficult to damage.

"Qing'er, let's go back to the carriage." Although Xia Houjue was worried, he believed that Luo City could handle it, and the people on the tower were nothing but mobs.

"His Royal Highness, you go in first, I want to look at it for a while." Luo Wanqing smiled calmly.

"Then I will accompany you." Xia Houjue did not change his demeanor, but there was a faint anger in his heart. When did he condescend so much that Qing'er rejected him for an enemy? !

The two armies fought, the sound of horseshoes, wailing, and hissing were deafening, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting, straight into the sky.

In the sky, rain arrows flew randomly, several ferocious birds were fighting, humming continuously, and blood spattered, as if the sky was dyed red.

on the city.

Sure enough, it was a black-clothed knight who would make people feel frightened. Qingjun was amazed from the bottom of his heart. What else could surprise him about her?

She indulged him extremely, but never let him participate in the power. He once thought that she was guarding against him, but later found out that she was not.

She even cultivated him without hesitation, gave him the best elixir, the best teaching, and arranged Jiangxue for him. No matter what he asked her for, she would give it without hesitation.

"That's the black cavalry? Elder sister, can you give them to me?" Qing Jun looked at her and asked.

"You like it?" Qiongying asked.

"Yes, I like it." Qing Jun bent her lips, she would always ask him if he liked it, and as long as he said yes, she would say yes.

"Okay." Qiongying said lightly.

"Thank you sister." Qing Jun's smile deepened, she was very mysterious, but he would understand her more and more.

Wu Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at Qing Jun. Everyone in the black rider has been selected and sharpened layer by layer. It took more than two years to train them. Their cultivation base is above the fifth level, invincible, and even stronger than the wolf army. point.

She doesn't care what Qingjun has in mind, and the master doesn't care, but she really doesn't understand why the master treats Qingjun so unusually.

"Sister, I want to go down and practice for a while." Qing Jun said suddenly.

"Don't go."

"Why? I've never actually fought before. I used to fight casually, and Jiangxue didn't dare to fight me." Qingjun said dissatisfiedly, wondering why she was so opposed?

"Don't go." Qiongying said in a deep voice.

Qingjun frowned, stopped talking, and watched the battle situation under the city boredly.

"Wuxin, go down." Qiongying said lightly.

"Yes, Master." Wuxin nodded, twisted a weapon, and flew down.

The black beautiful shadow stepped on the soldiers' heads and headed towards the center of the battlefield. The sword in his hand swung freely, fighting with the enemy's generals.

Nangong Chen was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating, he was about to go down, but was held back by Jing Ao.

"No hurry." Jing Ao smiled, caring would lead to confusion, Wuxin is not a weak woman, her courage is even worse than his own.

"Sister, why did you let Wuxin go down but not me? Wuxin's cultivation base is not very good, even weaker than me." Qingjun asked puzzled.

"You're still young." Qiongying said.

"Eh? I'm not young anymore." Qingjun's head is full of black lines, why does she always say that?

Under the city, the Dongyue Army has an advantage in numbers, and its strength is also very strong.

The black cavalry can fight one hundred against one, and the strength is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary soldiers.

For a while, the two armies were evenly matched.