So the sky battlefield was divided into three levels.

The first floor is at the highest point, and the Cangluan Green Phoenix Dragon hangs alone on the throne like a dragon emperor, proudly facing the challenge of the supreme airspace and destroying them one by one.

The second floor is in mid-air, and are the Lichuan flying dragons that are allowed to cross the height by the Cangluan Qinglong. They occupy high places under the protection of the Cangluan Qinghuang Long and can freely strike high-point attacks on the low-altitude divine birds and the city-state giant ridges.

The third floor is at a low altitude, and is a dragon beast, a flying practitioner fighting with the army of divine birds. It is located on the buildings of the Jueling City-state, and it cannot touch the clouds or the ground.

As for the fight in the ground, it is even more tragic and there is no chance of winning or losing in a short period of time.

Zhu Minglang passed through the low-altitude fighting field, but there were a few ignorant Jueling City-state practitioners. When they saw Zhu Minglang flying back to the city, they naturally were unwilling to let go.

Blood splattered on the spot, and several city-state practitioners fell in pools of blood. They had not completely died, but the blood flowed continuously.

Before one of the soldiers could transform into a giant ridge general, he was killed. He tilted his head and looked at his companion, who was also stunned.

"I told you... He is the master of the blue dragon."

Soon, the few people died.

Although life and death on the battlefield are difficult to control by yourself, you can still avoid it if you seek death like this.

...

Zhu Minglang flew towards the back city, where many statues like towers stood.

There were a few figures on those statues. Zhu Minglang used his spiritual consciousness to detect them and found that these people's cultivation was not low. Obviously, there were still many powerful people in Jueling City State that had not surfaced.

They were crowded with figures, but they didn't take action against Zhu Minglang. They should have had other instructions.

Zhu Minglang ignored them. Even if he had three dragon kings in such a large-scale battle, Zhu Minglang could only protect a limited number of people as much as possible.

On a very tall statue, a man in a black cloak stood there, and he was laughing like a crow's cry.

His arms are hook claws.

There were no pupils in his eyes, and there were twisted scars around him, as if his eyes were cut.

But he seemed to be able to see anything, and he just "started" at the surprise attack team with a strange and terrifying expression.

At this time, the surprise attack team was surrounded by the Demon Crow soldiers. There were more than 4,000 of these Demon Crow soldiers, as if they had been waiting for their arrival here. Although the surprise attack team had already circled a lot, they were still caught by these people.

"The so-called great power is composed of you ordinary people, with low cultivation, humble magical powers, and unrespectful dragon beasts. It is really boring to let me deal with you. I should have dug down the beautiful eyes of Lichuan's commander at the city wall!" Peng Huxie, one of the four heroes, smiled.

He clearly had no eyes, but was looking at everyone.

He sniffed heavily, and finally his "eyes" were fixed on some female practitioners including Nan Lingsha and Zi Miaozhu.

"The perfect body fragrance must be a peerless beauty, right?" Peng Hu said these disgusting words while the hook claw hand was digging the person in front of him.

It was a dragon shepherd from Zi Zonglin. His purple dragon was broken at the foot of the statue, and he himself was captured by the four heroes Peng Hu, and his abdomen was broken open in full view of everyone.

Slow death will inevitably endure great pain. Peng Hu seems to be a person who enjoys torture and killing, and more like a cruel tiger and leopard playing with a lamb and a young rabbit.

The demon crow soldiers were besieging the surprise attack team, while Peng Hu was mentally tortured everyone, and from time to time, he took strange actions to kill some powerful people in the team.

Wang Beiyou of Zi Zonglin wanted to capture the thief several times to capture the king first, but those demon crow soldiers were not ordinary people. He and his purple dragon could not get rid of these demons.

"Nanxiong, that woman belongs to Nanshi." Du Yang's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Is Li Chuan Nan family? Nan Lingsha, who designed to kill our special envoy and then let your fourth son die tragically?" Nanxiong Peng Hu curled the corners of his mouth and said in surprise.

"Hmph, it's this bitch. She played with Li Yunzi and killed all the secret whistles originally set up in the Zulong City State. Otherwise, Li Chuan would be our belongings. With the help of the West Cliff and the Misty of Nothingness, the dogs in Jiting would not even step into here to compete with us!" Du Yang said in anger.

Du Yang is the owner of the sect palace.

After Pu Shiming and Zhu Xuehen destroyed the Sect Palace, he fled back to Jueling City.

The establishment of the four heroes of the Zong Palace was actually an imitation of Jueling City-state.

The Jueling City-state had two swords, four heroes, eight elders, and sixteen warlords. Zonggong also followed them at that time, but the eight elders and four heroes of Zonggong could not be compared with the Jueling City-state, especially after being graceful.

"Since that's the case, her beautiful eyes belong to me, and the rest are yours." Nanxiong Peng Hu laughed.

Hearing this sentence, Du Yang also laughed.

Although the lack of eyes does destroy this beautiful face, fortunately, the rest of her is also attractive enough.

Rumor is that Nan Lingsha and Li Yunzi are twin sisters?

If you catch her, wouldn't it be...

The smile on Du Yang's face gradually became louder, and his mind was filled with thoughts.

After grace, Du Yang is no longer the same as before!

"Before this, your two will be my life." Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind without warning.

The owner of this voice was very close to them, and what was terrifying was that neither of them noticed it.

Du Yang turned his head and saw a sword-stepped with a little leisurely expression, but his eyes emitting a vigilant and sharp light, as if killing them was easy!

"Although there are many people on this continent who can take my life, you are far from being considered." Nanxiong Peng Hu showed a somewhat interested expression.

Judging from the breath, the other party is a strong man who is not inferior to himself.

"Who are you?" Du Yang stared at Zhu Minglang with his eyes tightly.

"Is your son named Du Cheng?" Zhu Minglang asked.

Du Yang did not answer.

"You are wrongly blamed Nan Lingsha. Your son Du Cheng was killed by me. Do you know this dress?" Zhu Minglang said, and deliberately lit up his Phantom Clothes.

Du Yang's whole face changed suddenly, and his anger was like a ball of flame, igniting on the skin on his face, burning red!

Phantom Clothes.

This robe was taken off by Zhu Minglang from Du Cheng, the fourth young master of the Sect Palace.
Chapter completed!