Devil's Concubine

Chapter 261: Xiaobie wins the wedding (1)
On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Molong Kingdom in black armor and the soldiers of the Qi Kingdom in black armor fought frantically. Under the city wall of Shacheng, a sky ladder was set up, and the soldiers of the Qi Kingdom, like ants, followed each other.

The big knife rises, the big knife falls.

Every time a knife falls, a human life must be harvested.

The blood stained the sky and the eyes of the soldiers of the two countries.

"kill!"

"kill!"

There were bursts of violent roars, and the sound was like thunder, resounding through the world.

Flying stones and flying arrows fell from the city wall like rain, and wave after wave of soldiers from the Qi State died silently.

Among the thousands of troops, the pale yellow figure was unstoppable, and under the white big handprints, the soldiers of the Molong Kingdom were like ants, unstoppable.

On the city wall of Shacheng, standing behind Mo Ranchen, Mo Fei's face suddenly changed, and he asked for his order: "Your Highness, let the subordinates go down and kill him?"

Mo Ranchen shook his head: "It's a bluff, don't worry about him."

Mo Fei didn't understand what those words meant, but when he looked again, he saw Zhou Xuanchen, who was like a wolf like a tiger, folded in mid-air and turned into a wisp of pale yellow smoke, rushing out of the army and heading towards the forest behind. Among them, the electric shot went away, but it turned out to be fleeing for his life.

Mo Fei let out an "ah" and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

But Mo Ranchen laughed, and Qi Yifeng also laughed. There seemed to be some kind of special tacit understanding between them, and they knew it would be such a result.

After a smile, Mo Ranchen and Qi Yifeng looked at each other, and there was lightning and thunder in their eyes.

"Arc formation, kill!" Qi Yifeng raised and lowered his hands, ordering crisply.

"Imperial Dragon Formation, change!" Mo Ranchen also ordered.

As the army charged, the sound of hooves and crowing of horses mixed together to form a song of blood.

"The four major guards in the east, west, north, south, charge in the opposite direction!"

"Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh Battalions, front and rear cover!"

Mo Ranchen and Qi Yifeng were both furious and refused to give in!
"The army will attack across the board and slaughter the city!" Qi Yifeng ordered.

Not talking about siege, but massacre, its ambition to win can be seen.

Mo Ranchen's gentle and gentle face, because of these words, became a bit more hazy and stern, and he ordered loudly: "Counterattack across the board, not one person will be left behind!"

When the two each gave an order, the millions of troops like a surging tide immediately fell into a state of madness, and each of them desperately wanted to chop off the other's head.

Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.

However, no one took a step back, even if they died, they would have to pull one down to rest their backs.

This battle was even more tragic than the battle between Chu and Qin, and the number of casualties was much higher.

And when the army of the Molong Kingdom and the army of the Qi Kingdom were confronting each other, in the woods on the mountain behind Shacheng, a cyan figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, stopping Zhou Xuanchen who was fleeing.

Zhou Xuanchen's face suddenly changed when he saw the figure in Tsing Yi, his pupils widened.

The figure in Tsing Yi looked at Zhou Xuanchen, and said with a smile: "Young master once ordered that people in the temple are not allowed to participate in secular wars, Bingshan, have you thought about how you want to die?"

Zhou Xuanchen, also known as Bingshan, let out a smirk: "You are just a servant in green clothes, yet you dare to speak out loudly. Even if Mr. Wushuang came here in person, you might not be able to take my life?"

The figure in Tsing Yi still smiled: "It seems that the young master has not been in the mortal world for many years, and people in the world have forgotten the power of the young master. But, to kill you, why do you need the young master to do it yourself, I am enough!"

As the voice fell, the cyan figure flashed, flipped up a palm, and slapped it down towards the top of the ice mountain. The ice mountain moved like lightning, and the giant palm greeted it.

The palms of the two hit each other in mid-air, and there was a crisp cracking sound. Bingshan thought he heard it wrong, how could there be such a strange sound.

Then, there was a sharp pain in his elbow, before he realized what was going on, the palm of the figure in Tsing Yi landed on the top of his head straight.

The lotus flower on the top of the ice mountain, with this palm, bloomed and fell to the extreme.

Bingshan couldn't believe that he would die so fast, so fast that before he could react, he made a few grunting sounds deep in his throat, seemingly resentful and unwilling, but he could no longer utter a complete sentence, He fell to the ground with a bang, dying with regret.

The figure in Tsing Yi sneered: "Young Master's prestige, how can you and other ordinary people understand it?"

As if he just killed a chicken, the figure in blue wiped the blood on his palm slowly on Bingshan's clothes. He raised his head and looked into the distance, where the army of the Molong Kingdom and the army of the Qi Kingdom were fighting. With a sigh, the figure in Tsing Yi said helplessly: "Fight and kill, seek fame and fortune, but don't know fame and fortune, if life doesn't bring death, why bother."

The figure flashed again, turning into a wisp of faint blue smoke, heading towards the battlefield and shooting away.

At this time, the war between the two countries has reached the verge of dire straits, and the soldiers of the Molong Kingdom and the soldiers of the Qi Kingdom are fighting together, inseparable.

Or chop with a knife, or stab with a spear, or hit with a fist, or bite with your teeth...

The entire battlefield is like a place where human life is harvested at the end of hell.

With a sound of "huh", the crimson figure flashed past, and Mo Ranchen flew up, rushing to the depths of the battlefield.

With a body like a delicate dragon, with breath piercing the sky, and ink staining the dust, he finally made a move with anger.

At the same time, Qi Yifeng also jumped up, like a great roc spreading its wings, flying high, landing, and standing in front of Mo Ranchen tens of feet away.

"Brother Mo, soldiers against soldiers and generals, why bother to bully the weak, you dare to fight me." Qi Yifeng laughed and said, extremely arrogant.

Mo Ranchen smiled lightly: "But it's disrespectful!"

"Come on!" Qi Yifeng shouted sharply, and punched Mo Ranchen with his fist.

Mo Ranchen didn't dodge or dodge, and punched him.

Boom...boom...

The sound of thunder resounded from the place where the two fists were punching. The two of them did not move at all. Under their feet, there were two deep footprints, several feet deep.

(End of this chapter)