The sky is filled with the shadow of his sharp claws, and the deputy captain is convinced that even if he is in front of a true martial artist, he is sure to cause the opponent to suffer a big loss.

Amidst the thunder, mixed with the shouts of a group of poisonous dragon murderers on the city wall, the deputy captain felt that this move would have an invincible aura of divine power. Unfortunately, he dived in front of the young man, which was above those strange magic patterns.

At this time, it was like hitting an invisible wall. The fire law that he thought he relied on the most was sending out the strongest backlash at this moment. He only felt as if it was frozen in mid-air, and the entire world had disappeared, leaving only

Endless flames existed, and the flames completely contained him, but it was not the familiar flame at all. It was an extremely unfamiliar and extremely violent firework.

What frightened him the most was that a huge dragon head poked out from the depths of the flames, and with a roar that shook the world, it was swallowing him up. He had no time to react and was hit hard by the dragon head...

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

His whole body was ejected back. In the process, he could even see the raindrops as big as peas falling slowly in front of him, and the blood mist sprayed from his mouth dyed the huge silver lightning in the sky red.

Boom - He finally fell to the ground with a crash, and the rhythm of the whole world returned to normal. He could clearly hear the uproar of fear on the city wall behind him, and the sound of raindrops falling on his face and the crackling of the land 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 lowering his head and continuing, completing 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 quickly, and before the deputy captain died, he felt the greatest humiliation since becoming a warrior.

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

"Isn't the deputy captain in the awakening stage?"

"Then...then what level should the guy across from you be?"

"Quick, go and inform the legion commander."

"But isn't your lord enjoying the spoils of war? At this time, he doesn't like others to disturb him..."

"Go quickly, you idiot!"

"..."

Feng Qinglang finally stopped writing and exhaled softly. The elements around him once again became extremely chaotic, so intertwined that his vision became blurry for an instant. But soon, order was re-established, as if there was an invisible hand holding it.

Holding a golden pen, he followed the order of Feng Qinglang's description again, starting from the first stroke very quickly. Wherever the pen touched, the magic lines flashed with golden light, until the last stroke, the golden light flourished.

The entire magic pattern diagram shone with a golden brilliance, and then dimmed again. Just like everything before, it was a complete illusion. This large-scale magic pattern diagram was finally completed.

He wiped his face to wipe away the rain, put away the magic pen, held the umbrella, and just floated up into the night sky. In this scene, the deputy commander in front finally died, and he died with his eyes open.

I found that this enemy still didn't even look at him until the end.

On the city wall and in the middle of the mountain, the entire Poison Dragon Legion had almost woken up. These people who were usually lawless and thought that the Poison Dragon was the whole world, suddenly found that the world was a little overturned. After a moment of silence, they knew how to make a new round of noise.

.

"My God, he's flying. Is he actually a real martial artist? We're finished..."

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

"So the deputy leader died..."

"What does he want to do? Kill us all?"

"How on earth did we get into trouble with such a vicious god?"

"Is it because of the massacre in Wangyue City last month that the perpetrator came to visit?"

"A few days ago, when they were beheading people in Huangmei Town, they said they would just take the money and forget it. Why did they kill everyone?"

"..."

In panic, the criminals began to speculate on their opponent's intentions, and even began to reflect on which of their crimes had offended them.

Feng Qinglang was just standing in the night sky, facing the lightning, thunder, wind and rain, looking down at them.

He stuffed a strawberry fruit into his mouth and chewed it slowly, soothing the stinging mental world. He suddenly felt that the Stigma Continent was not bad. At least there was no forbidden air barrier here. If it were in his hometown,

The ancient continent was cursed by ancient magic patterns as a forbidden area. How could he fly into the sky and face them comfortably?

"Quick, take out the thunder cannon and shoot him down!"

"Yes, hurry up! That is the legendary killer weapon against true warriors!"

"..."

In the commotion below, several huge artillery pieces were launched from a hidden place at the top of the city. These were obviously products of the Ancient Demonic Way. Feng Qinglang had also been obsessed with the Ancient Demonic Way for a while, and he couldn't help but watch them fill them with interest.

The black ammunition was fired hurriedly.

The big killer weapon they talked about was launched with a bang!

However, the rain was indeed a bit heavy, and most of the thunder cannons failed to fire successfully. Perhaps the raindrops soaked them, or perhaps they were operated improperly.

But the successful cannonballs are indeed very powerful. First of all, they are very loud, and secondly, they can emit very dazzling fire. But Feng Qinglang believes that even if they are shot a hundred times, they may not be able to hit him, because their cannonballs are far away from their target.

, it’s really too far.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and no longer waited for their second launch. The umbrella in his hand began to rotate. The water droplets splashed from the umbrella did not splash far, but solidified in the air, and condensed the surrounding raindrops.

It rolled bigger and bigger until the water droplet became extremely huge, with a single diameter of five meters high. With a bang, the color of the water ball completely turned into the deep red of the flames, and dozens of huge fireballs appeared in the night sky.

The shock is extraordinary.

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

Under the blazing flames, the murderers couldn't help but lose their minds in horror. Some even screamed in fear. The enemy turned out to be a magician, maybe even a magician above Zhenwu. If all these fireballs came down, would we still be alive?

?

In fact, they overestimated Feng Qinglang. There were only a few fireballs with real offensive power. The rest were all formed by illusions, which could only scare people but had no actual attack effect.

The fireballs began to crash down, real and fake mixed together. Although there were only a dozen or so, the sound was absolutely amazing. Accompanied by the 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 opened, causing thousands of rubbles to fly.

It happened to be the area with the most dense artillery, which immediately caused a second round of black powder explosions. Immediately, mud walls and sand and stones fell down, and debris of the artillery flew in the sky, including the severed limbs of the unlucky murderers. The splash of blood was heart-wrenching.

They were even more panic-stricken, and amid the frenzied screams, the wall was in chaos.

Then, the second fireball also hit the top of the mountain, and a big hole was suddenly smashed into the spire of their headquarters. The poisonous dragon flag that they were proud of was cut off at the waist and fell into the deep pit without leaving a trace. At the same time, the entire

The spire began to burst into flames.

The third and fourth fireballs came one after another, creating a sea of ​​​​fire. Feng Qinglang was especially grateful to these ancient black gunpowders, which caused the fire to intensify and spread more than he imagined. The best thing was that the rain gradually slowed down, making the murderers unable to do anything at all.

Without any chance to rely on the weather, Feng Qinglang looked up at the sky, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the bright moon quietly revealed half of its pretty face. Perhaps, God was also using itself to eradicate these disasters.

At this time, the fireballs crashed down one by one, and the entire Poison Dragon headquarters was like a purgatory. The Poison Dragon murderers who were originally bound together for profit were completely disheartened, and everyone began to flee crazily down the mountain.

Through the door, in the cracks in the broken city wall, poisonous dragon headquarters poured out and fled out desperately.

In fact, the damage caused by real fire magic is extremely limited. After all, most fireballs are just illusions and can only intimidate. Most of the casualties are caused by the murderers trampling each other in a hurry to escape, and the chain caused by too much black powder being moved in front.

caused by explosion.

When the surviving murderers rushed out of the city, thinking they could escape, real despair was waiting for them. The Dragon Clan's defensive magic pattern array was waiting for them. The power of this magic pattern array only focused on defense, but its focus could change quickly.

, reflecting the power of your attack back on you.

The thugs who were eager to escape used all their strength to rush through the invisible wall. The outcome was predictable. The deputy commander in front of him was a lesson learned from the past. Therefore, Mr. Deputy Commander, who was still looking forward to death, immediately fell around many people who had been there not long ago.

Friends 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 to himself. If many years ago, maybe he would be like a warrior, rushing into the enemy group and ending the fight.

It's a sin, but after many years, he has developed a habit of spending the minimum effort to achieve the best results.

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

No matter how cruel it is, it will always come to an end. Just like the Shura world below, it is coming to an end. The crackling sound of fire, accompanied by the increasingly fewer and weaker wails, is the mainstream tone here, like a

A requiem for an evil spirit.

In the deepest basement of the Poison Dragon Headquarters Castle, the sergeant who came to report to their regiment leader was still lingering anxiously in front of the closed iron door. From time to time, he slapped the iron door hard, trying to loudly report the relevant emergency situation, but

The people inside turned a deaf ear, and the cruel roars of men and the pitiful screams of women were heard from time to time, telling the sergeants outside that their regiment leader was at the climax of excitement and had no time to pay attention to him.

Finally, the iron door opened.

Surprise also appeared on the sergeant's panicked face: "Master, fortunately you were faster this time, otherwise it would have been terrible."

The leader 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 are traces of the excitement after the torture that has not yet subsided. The world behind him is inside the iron gate.

, it was so miserable that those poor women were finally freed.

The sergeant was no stranger to this and didn't bother to take another look. He just looked at their leader respectfully, but what he received was a slap that swollen his face.

The group leader roared: "If you hadn't slammed the door and spoiled my fun, I would have lasted longer! Bastard, if you have anything to do, please tell me!"

The sergeant covered his face and lowered his head and said: "Sir, there is a murderous god outside. His identity is unknown. He painted some strange patterns outside our city. The deputy commander wanted to stop him, but... he was killed by that person with just one move.

Give it a second, that person is still outside, and I don’t know what’s going on outside now…”

During his detailed report, the group leader had completely frowned. He could sense abnormal elemental fluctuations in the world outside.

The regiment leader casually threw his coat over his body, pushed the sergeant away, and strode out of the basement.

The outside world was filled with flames, stacks of charred corpses, collapsed city walls, and crumbling houses. The captain's face suddenly turned pale. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream to the sky, but he heard that he could only make a hoarse low cry. He had been there for many years.

His business was destroyed tonight. Due to his excessive anger, the scars on his face were like poisonous insects that came alive, squirming crazily.

There are still countless 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 man did not even look down. He just looked up at the bright moon in the sky, like a lonely traveler.

Feelings of life.
Chapter completed!