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The shadow of his sharp claws was all over the sky, and the deputy head firmly believed that even if he was in front of a real martial artist, he was sure to make the other party suffer.

In the thunder, mixed with the shouts of the poisonous dragons and murderers on the city wall, the deputy head felt that this move should be accompanied by an invincible aura of heavenly power. Unfortunately, he swooped in front of the young man, which is above those strange magic lines At this time, it was like bumping into an invisible wall. The law of fire, which he thought he relied on the most, gave out the strongest backlash at this time. He only felt as if he was frozen in mid-air, and the whole world had disappeared, leaving only Endless flames existed, and the flames contained him completely, but it was not the natal flame that he was familiar with at all, it was an extremely strange and extremely violent firework.

What frightened him the most was that a gigantic dragon's head protruded from the depths of the flames, and an earth-shattering roar was engulfing him. He had no time to react, and was hit hard by the dragon's head...

Immediately, all the flames disappeared, the imprisonment on his body also disappeared, and the terrifying dragon also disappeared, and the whole world finally returned to normal.

His whole body was ejected back, and during this process, he could even see the pea-sized raindrops slowly falling in front of him, and the blood mist sprayed out of his mouth dyed the huge silver lightning in the sky red.

Boom—he finally fell to the ground with a bang, and the rhythm of the whole world returned to normal. He could hear the terrified noise of the city wall behind him, and the crackling of raindrops falling on his face and the ground around him.

Amidst the rumbling thunder, he turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the enemy. The young man was still bowing his head and continuing to complete the last few strokes of the magic pattern at an extremely slow speed, just like himself, This attack never existed.

The breath of life was passing away rapidly, and before the deputy head died, he felt the greatest humiliation since becoming a warrior.

"Oh my god, did you see that the deputy captain was instantly killed?"

"Isn't the deputy head in the awakening period?"

"Then... what level should that guy on the other side be?"

"Quick, hurry up and inform the leader of the legion."

"But isn't your lord enjoying the spoils? At this time, he doesn't like being disturbed by others..."

"Go now, you idiot!"

"..."

Feng Qinglang finally stopped writing, exhaled lightly, and the surrounding elements became extremely chaotic again, so intertwined that the vision became blurred for an instant, but soon, the order was re-established, as if there was an invisible hand holding Holding a golden pen, following the order of Feng Qinglang's drawing, re-describing from the first stroke extremely quickly, wherever the pen strikes, the magic patterns flashed with golden light, until the last stroke, golden light flourished, The entire magic pattern was brightened with a golden brilliance, and then dimmed again. Just like everything before, it was a complete illusion. This large magic pattern was finally completed.

He wiped his face, wiped off the rain, put away the magic pattern pen, held the umbrella, and jumped up to the night sky. The deputy head in front finally died in this scene, and he died with regret. It turned out that this enemy, in the end, still didn't look at him.

On the city wall and in the middle of the mountain, the entire poisonous dragon army almost woke up. These people who were usually lawless and thought that the poisonous dragon was the whole world suddenly found that the world was a little bit upside down. After a moment of silence, they realized how to make a new round of noise .

"My god, he flew up, is he really a martial artist? We are finished..."

"Didn't the deputy head say that he is a magic pattern master?"

"So the deputy head died..."

"What does he want? To kill us all?"

"How on earth did we provoke such a vicious god?"

"Could it be that in the massacre case in Wangyue City last month, the sufferer came to the door?"

"A few days ago, the slashing and killing in Huangmei Town said that it was fine to steal the money. Why did you kill them all?"

"..."

In panic, the murderers speculated about the other party's intentions, and even began to review which crime they had offended them.

Feng Qinglang just stood in the night sky, facing the lightning, thunder, and storm, watching them condescendingly.

He stuffed a strawberry fruit into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and calmed the tingling spiritual world. He suddenly felt that the Stigmata Continent was not bad, at least there was no air-forbidden barrier here. The ancient continent, this continent was cursed by the ancient magic lines as a forbidden area, how could he fly into the sky like this and face them comfortably.

"Quick, take out the Thunder Cannon and shoot him down!"

"Yes, hurry up! That's the legendary weapon against true warriors!"

"..."

In the chaos below, several huge cannons were launched from a hidden place at the head of the city. These were obviously products of the ancient magic way. Feng Qinglang had also been obsessed with the ancient magic way for a while, so she couldn't help watching them fill it with great interest. The black ammunition was frantically lit up again.

The big killer they were talking about was launched!

However, the rain was indeed a bit heavy, and most of the sky mine cannons failed to fire, perhaps because the raindrops drenched them, or maybe they were not operated properly.

But the successful cannonballs are really impressive. Firstly, they are very loud, and secondly, they can emit very dazzling flames. However, Feng Qinglang believes that even if they are asked to hit them a hundred times, they may not be able to shoot themselves, because their cannonballs are far from their target. , is too far away.

He held the corners of his mouth, and didn't wait for their second round of launch. The umbrella in his hand started to rotate, and the water droplets splashed from the umbrella did not splash far, and solidified in the air, and gathered the surrounding raindrops. It rolled bigger and bigger, until the water droplet became extremely huge, with a single diameter of five meters high, and when it was bombarded, the color of the water ball completely turned into a deep red flame, and dozens of huge fireballs appeared in the night sky. The shock is extraordinary.

Moreover, as Feng Qinglang's umbrella continued to rotate, there were more and more fireballs, until densely packed all over the entire night sky, even the dense raindrops could not wet them at all.

Under the blazing flames, the murderers couldn't help being terrified, and some even screamed in fear. The enemy turned out to be a magician, maybe even a magician above the real martial arts. If all these fireballs fall down, will we still survive? ?

In fact, they overestimated Feng Qinglang, there were only a few fireballs with real attack power, and the rest were all illusions, which could only scare people and had no actual attack effect.

The fireballs began to slam down, real and fake mixed together. Although there were only a dozen or so, the momentum was absolutely astonishing. Accompanied by screams that gradually increased in decibels, the first fireball rushed over first, and immediately smashed out on the city wall. A gap of more than ten meters was made, and thousands of gravels were splashed.

It happened to be the area where the artillery was most concentrated, which immediately caused a second round of explosions of black powder. Immediately, mud walls and sandstones fell, and the debris of the artillery flew all over the sky. Among them were the severed limbs of the unlucky murderer. Even more panicked, amidst the frantic screams, the wall was in chaos.

Then, the second fireball also hit halfway up the mountain, and a big hole was smashed out of the spire of their headquarters. The poisonous dragon banner they were proud of was cut off in the middle and fell into the deep pit without a trace. The steeple began to burst into flames.

The third and fourth fireballs followed one after another, smashing out a sea of ​​flames. Feng Qinglang would like to thank these ancient black powders, which made the fire intensify and spread more than he imagined. The most coincident thing was that the rain gradually slowed down, making the murderers completely invincible. Without any chance to take advantage of the sky, Feng Qinglang raised her eyes to look at the sky, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, Langyue quietly revealed half of her pretty face, perhaps, the heaven is also using her to eradicate these scourges.

At this time, the fireballs crashed down one by one, and the entire Dulong headquarters was like a purgatory. The poisonous dragon murderers who were bound together for the sake of profit completely lost their hearts, and everyone began to flee crazily down the mountain. Gate, in the crack of the broken city wall, the headquarters of the poisonous dragon gushed out, and fled desperately.

In fact, the damage caused by real flame magic is extremely limited. After all, most fireballs are just illusions, which can only serve as intimidation. caused by the explosion.

When the surviving murderers rushed out of the city, thinking they could escape from birth, real despair was waiting for them. The dragon's defensive magic pattern formation was waiting for them. The magic pattern formation itself only focused on defense, but the focus could change , reflecting the power of your attack on you.

The murderer who was eager to escape used all his strength to rush through this invisible wall, and the outcome can be imagined. The deputy head in front was a lesson from the past. Therefore, Mr. deputy head, who was dying, immediately fell down. Fellows cheering for him.

The rain stopped completely, and Feng Qinglang in the sky naturally put away his umbrella. Looking at the Shura field below, he finally smiled at himself. If it was many years ago, maybe he would rush into the enemy group like a warrior, and end Sinful, but over the years he has developed a habit of using the least amount of effort to achieve the best results.

Just like, the youthful and brave young man back then has grown old, leaving only himself with endless vicissitudes between his brows.

No matter how cruel it is, there will always be an end, just like the Shura world below, which is coming to an end, the crackling sound of burning fire, accompanied by less and less, weaker and weaker wailing, is the mainstream tone here, as if The first soul requiem.

In the deepest part of the basement of the Dulong headquarters castle, the sergeant who came to report to their regiment leader was still wandering anxiously in front of the closed iron door, and slammed on the iron door from time to time, trying to report the relevant emergency loudly, but The people inside turned a deaf ear to it, and from time to time there were cruel screams from men and screams from women, telling the sergeants outside that their regiment leader was in the climax of excitement and had no time to pay attention to him.

Finally, the iron gate opened.

The sergeant's flustered face also showed surprise: "Sir, it's fortunate that you were faster this time, otherwise it would be terrible."

The head of the Poison Dragon is short in stature, naked, and his well-developed muscles show his explosive power. The scars on his face are trembling slightly, which is the trace of the excitement after the sadism that has not yet receded. The world behind the iron gate behind him , It was too horrible to look at, and those poor women were finally relieved.

The sergeant was no stranger to this, and he didn't bother to take a second look. He just looked at the commander respectfully, but he was greeted with a slap, which slapped his face swollen.

The head of the group roared: "If you hadn't knocked on the door so hard and ruined my interest, I would have lasted longer! Bastard, what's the matter, tell me quickly!"

The sergeant covered his face, lowered his head and said, "My lord, there is a killing god outside. The identity is unknown. Some strange patterns are drawn outside our city. The deputy commander wanted to stop him, but...he was killed by the man with one move." It's been a second, that person is still outside, and I don't know what's going on outside now..."

During his detailed report, the head of the group had completely frowned, and he could sense the abnormal elemental fluctuations in the outside world.

The head of the regiment put his coat on casually, pushed the sergeant away, and rushed to the basement with big strides.

In the outside world, the flames were soaring into the sky, layers of scorched corpses, collapsing city walls, and crumbling houses made the leader's face turn pale. He opened his mouth, wanting to let out a soaring roar, but he could only utter a hoarse low cry. His business was completely destroyed tonight. Because of his excessive anger, the scars on his face were like poisonous insects that had come to life, wriggling crazily.

There are still countless big fireballs in the sky that have not yet fallen, and a figure is standing in the center of the fireball. The most hateful thing is that the person didn't take a look at it, just looked up at the bright moon in the sky, like a lonely traveler, just looking at it. Feelings about life experience.

Bastard, you ruined my foundation, and you still pretend to be so calm and breezy!