Chapter 429 The Final Battle: Ice Sword and Snow Knife

The tactics between the demons are very clear. Under the command of stiffness, they quickly dispersed the army of the royal city to fight against the small defensive array of the god of the Yinsong Temple.

Chu He and Xiao Xiao Lao are running between their overly dispersed companions. Not only is the physical consumption obvious, but the power of the defense array is also greatly reduced.

Ouyang Xiao Leng was secretly worried about whether he should unblock the power of his gods and demons. Before the old enemy Qingyun appeared, they had fallen into such an embarrassing situation. In fact, from the moment the demon appeared, he knew that their weapons could not effectively deal with this group of monsters at all, because the explosive device still could not cause damage to them. But once the battle starts, he can't regret or redeploy.

Just watching his men fall one after another, his mood became heavier and heavier. When these soldiers leave their hometown and hand over their lives to him, he has the responsibility to ensure that they survive to the greatest extent. Even if they die in battle, they must maintain the minimum dignity. But looking around, the tragedy of their death made him unable to bear to look directly at it.

On the top of the head, the dark clouds created by Qianqi's water control technology are gradually being exhausted, and the intensity of the rain is also beginning to weaken. Before long, the remaining rainfall will be used up. Everyone knows that with direct sunlight, the power of the demon will increase exponentially.

In the face of the demon, he realized that the method is to use demon power to drive the two swords to attack the same part of the demon in turn, which can temporarily incapacitate it. However, this method is limited by its own demonic power, and ordinary soldiers can't use it at all.

When he was at a loss, he was inevitably confused, and because of the estimation of the safety of Xia Qiu, he was surrounded by dozens of demons with her and Qianqi, including the general of demons. Obviously, they have a clear battle plan and want to capture or kill Ouyang Xiao Leng at every opportunity.

"They are coming for you!" Qianqi turned his back to Ouyang Xiao Leng and said.

"I didn't think so just now..." Ouyang Xiao Leng thought it would be good to do this. They alone scattered most of their combat effectiveness.

Jing Yan signaled other demons to stop attacking, and then said to Ouyang Xiao Leng, "Give up resistance, which can also reduce the casualties of your men!"

"So this guy can talk!" Qianqi felt strange. The previous magic soldiers were like fighting machines, and the demons seemed to be more intelligent.

Even in the face of countless strong enemies, Ouyang Xiaolen still didn't even raise his eyebrows and asked coldly, "Do you want to catch me for credit?"

"It's naturally useful to catch you!" Stiffness responded.

Looking at the monster's face carefully like this always reminds Xia Qiu of the black crane in the realm of soul separation, the same cracked skin, with the same heat.

"Then try to see if you can capture me!" Ouyang Xiao Leng pointed Ye Shenbing to Jing Yan and asked, "Do you still remember Kui?"

"Kui..."

When Jing Yan first heard the name, he only felt that his body trembled naturally, but the memory about Kui was finally stripped from his body like all the memories from the red-eared demon. Now he no longer has the soul of the past, so he will not have the feelings of the past.

From its empty eyes, Ouyang Xiao Leng did not feel any memory of the name, so he had to give up and continue to try.

The demon saw that although he was at a disadvantage, he had no intention of being captured at all, so he gave orders to other demons. After a short relaxation, a more fierce battle began.

"Qianqi, you cooperate with Xia Qiu. She is responsible for the attack, and you are responsible for defending!" Ouyang Xiao Lengbian struggled to resist the continuous attack of demons, and said to Qianqi and Xia Qiu.

"Good!" Qianqi used the art of water control to constantly form a water warrior to resist the attack of the evil demon for Xia Qiu, so as to create an opportunity for her to attack.

Xia Qiu calmed herself down again and looked for the best fit with the plum blade sword. Coupled with the help of Qianqi, the knife skill was much smoother than just now.

She also noticed that a continuous attack on the same demon could make the other party lose the ability to move in a short time, so she concentrated all her strength on it after selecting a target.

Although they have done their best, this method of temporarily restricting each other's actions has no fundamental effect, and they have become more and more passive. Under the powerful attack of the demon, they unconsciously retreated in one direction.

"Look at your feet!" Jing Yan suddenly reminded, "You stand on the mountain made up of the bodies of your companions."

Just now, everyone devoted themselves to the battle and did not pay attention to the situation under their feet and surroundings. It was not until this moment that they found that they had stepped on the bodies of the dead Wangcheng soldiers.

When the stiff feet stepped on those corpses, they began to melt and gradually turned into a vague object.

"No!"

Ouyang's cold vision and heart were double stimulated, and he shouted and rushed to the stiffness, which happened to be the other party's conspiracy. He was isolated from Xia Qiu and Qianqi by Jing Yan and other demons.

Are we going to fail several times? He asked himself in his heart. Qingyun still hasn't appeared. He doesn't want to accept such a result, but what can he do? In the face of such a powerful enemy, his men seemed to have sacrificed their lives in vain.

On the top of the head, the dark clouds formed by Qianqi completely dispersed, and the sun shone directly down, as if it had taken away their last hope. The last shackles he tied for himself collapsed in an instant, and the power of the gods and demons in his body began to wander uncontrollably, and the posture of the gods and demons also appeared.

At the moment when he was about to pass away the last trace of consciousness, Ling Yu's voice suddenly sounded, as if it were redemption from a distant world, which made him suddenly wake up.

"How did you become so weak without me?"

But in front of him is not a spiritual feather, but a huge bird like a flame.

"The rosefinch, it's the rosefinch!"

"Look! The legendary mythical beast, the son of the god Qiansu, really exists!"

"I'm not dead, am I?"

The warriors of the royal city, who were still fighting hard with the demons, were suddenly attracted by the fiery red bird and couldn't help sighing.

The rosefinch hanging in mid-air waved the nine phoenix tails to the demons in front of Ouyang Xiao Leng. Its power made Ji Yan and other demons retreat repeatedly.

Then another pure white monster appeared in the air. It looked so strange that everyone looked at each other and couldn't call its name.

"Little pear white!" Xia Qiu recognized it all of a sudden. How could she forget it? In the realm of soul separation, it is both her partner and her mount.

Xiao Libai had seen Xia Qiu for a long time, and he snored from his stomach happily. There are two huge pockets on it, which looks very heavy.

The rosefinch turned into a spiritual feather in red. Although it has not been separated for a long time, now he looks much more mature, and he has a little more perseverance and courage between his eyebrows.

He said to Xia Qiu, "Sister Xia, quickly share the ice sword and the snow knife with Xiao Libai to the soldiers of Wangcheng. They will help us win this war!"

"Good!"

Xia Qiuying flew to Xiao Libai's back. She gave these weapons cast from the thousand-year-old snow of Yunwu Mountain to the Wangcheng soldiers one by one, and she, Ouyang Xiao Leng, Qianqi and others also got their own weapons.

She left a snow knife for herself. The weapon was not heavy in her hand, but with a gentle wave, a chill came from the knife. While using it to fight, the places on the body that have been burned by demons are also recovering quickly.

The appearance of Lingyu was an accident for Qingyun. From the rare panic, it can be seen that they did not expect that the teenager would come back here, and it seemed that he had also received the guidance of the gods. The lord of the three worlds, who has always not intervened in the battle of the demon world, seems to be deliberately breaking the rules he has made.

Xia Qiu decided to try the weapon brought by Ling Yu. She turned down from the little pear white back and fell to the ground. After falling to the ground, she stabbed the snow knife in her hand towards the demon in front of her.

The demon habitually reached out to block the weapon she stabbed. As soon as his arm touched the body of the snow knife, he began to freeze and lost the ability to move.

Xia Qiu waved his frozen arm, and after a crisp sound, his arm fell down.

The demon who lost an arm could not fully understand the sudden reversal. He looked down at the place where his arm was broken doubtfully.

And Xia Qiu took this opportunity to get up and cut off its head.

On the battlefield, cheers came from different directions almost at the same time. The soldiers of the royal city who were at a loss suddenly had hope. They regrouped and threw themselves into the battle with the demons.

This group of monsters is finally no longer able to conquer.

The soldiers of the royal city were not stingy. They exerted all their remaining strength, put down the demons in front of them one by one, and let their bodies broken by ice swords and snow knives pay tribute to their companions.

"It seems that you have no hope of squantling me!" Ouyang Xiao Leng said directly to Jing Yan.

He waved the ice sword in his hand and wanted to launch a continuous attack.

The stiff hands and feet were cut off by Ouyang Xiao Leng. Where it fell, there were the bodies of many Wangcheng soldiers.

It raised its head and said to Ouyang Xiao Leng, "Do you think the war will be over if you beat us? No, it's just the beginning."

Ouyang Xiao Leng didn't understand the meaning of his words. After he defeated the demon general with a sword, he looked around. There are less than a thousand soldiers under his command who can fight. Although he had predicted such a result long before the beginning of the war, when he really faced it, it still made him feel unprecedented desolate.

The sound of fighting and sword collision around him is far away from him, and everything has become a black and white mime. He is looking for the initiator who personally launched the war, the figure of the demon who has put the demon world on the verge of loss again and again. There is still an account between him and him to be liquidated.