Zhao Yang slowly turned his spear with his right hand, and the spear light he was sucking and spitting dissipated.

The spear head turned back, crossed the heads of the Sun-Chasing Guards and pointed behind them.

The golden armored demon clan in the air opposite waved his hand and the demon clan pressed forward in the entire line.

It's not that easy to retreat!

"boom--"

The demon army moved violently.

In the sky, countless auras collided, causing the river and clouds to turmoil.

Zhao Yang pointed the spear head behind him, and in the distance, someone raised his arm there.

"day by day--"

Zhao Yang shouted.

"Fighting Cavalry!"

Guan Quan, a few miles away, waving his arms and drinking.

Zhao Yang slashed the spear in his hand, pointing the tip of the spear to the demon clan in golden armor in the air opposite.

"Strike--"

Guan Quan moved with a destruction, and five hundred warriors riding the iron barbarian beasts came behind, forming a triangular battle formation.

After the Iron Barbarian Beast, four thousand warriors riding the Wind Beast formed a square formation and slowly accelerated.

Qi-refining riding beasts stepped on the waves and shot out like sharp arrows carrying blood-red qi and blood.

They waited for a day and a night, and they watched their comrades fight in front of them.

Every moment and every second is a torment.

What they thought most was that they rushed over like this moment.

If you don’t look back, you just want to rush over. You don’t care whether you are alive or dead, you just rush over.

The battle cavalry rushed to the formation and killed the generals in front of the formation?

Those around who were concerned about the battlefield looked at the dense military formations of the demon clan and their hearts sank.

This war cavalry could not even rush to the demon clan army formation, and could not even slow down the demon clan pace, and it would be death.

It seems that Zhao Yang is still a little younger and cannot be cruel enough to use the lives of more than 10,000 soldiers to protect himself.

Perhaps, after this battle, he will understand that one general's success is not just a joke.

Let him make a fuss. The lives of 20,000 soldiers create an iron-blooded war god, which is also worth it.

It seemed that a tacit understanding had been reached, and there was no stop in the void.

The combat cavalry was getting faster and faster, and within a few breaths, they had already rushed to the front of the military formation.

In front, the foundation-building demons had already risen all their spiritual power, preparing to shoot a volley to destroy all the war cavalry.

"Frozen!"

At this moment, Zhao Yang shouted loudly, his whole body was filled with frost power, and a huge icy aura spread out.

As the cold power of Zhao Yang exploded, more than a hundred black iron guards around him also emitted ice cold, and then the frost magic was stimulated.

In addition, nearly four thousand soldiers waved their hands and issued frost magic in the same direction.

The military soldiers who did not issue magic took out a series of frost talismans, and after being stimulated, they threw them over.

There is only one direction, where Zhao Yang’s spear head points.

The instantaneous excitement of thousands of frost-like talismans suddenly made the spiritual energy of the entire dozens of miles of heaven and earth empty.

The magic strikes the direction, reaching the clouds, and down to the bottom of the river, turning into a glacier.

Whether it is the demon clan battle formation or the foundation-building demon clan ahead, they are instantly imprisoned and turned into ice sculptures.

This is the power of the collective.

"kill!"

At the moment when the world was lost, Guan Quan shouted loudly, and the war cavalry ran wildly, a short spear flew out of his hand, and shot directly at the golden armored demon clan that was also frozen in the air.

"kill!"

Five hundred short spears flew over together.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The battle cavalry kept stopping, and the huge iron beasts smashed the ice sculptures in front of them, scattering blood-colored ice cubes all over the ground.

"kill!"

Four thousand short spears flew out, and the target was the same golden figure.

With five hundred iron barbarian beasts as the vanguard, four thousand light horses were behind, stepping on the frozen river surface, pulling out a blood-red avenue.

At the end of the road, there was a golden dragon fish that broke the armor in mid-air and turned into ten feet of feet.

"kill!"

Zhao Yang roared wildly, and his blood and blood rose into the sky.

More than ten thousand soldiers behind him shouted, and their qi and blood were connected together, turning into a hundred-foot battle spear.

"The power of all hosts!"

"Qi and blood transform!"

Above the clouds, several surprise shouts.

"Protect the prince of Yulong!"

The demon clan also exclaimed.

"Kill the enemy--"

Zhao Yang tried his best to cheer up. The gun flew up in the sky and floated above the head of the war cavalry in front. As the war cavalry charged, he collided with the golden dragon fish.

"hold head high--"

The dragon fish roared and wanted to run away, but was locked by the battle gun and could not escape anyway.

"Buzz--"

The fish and dragon opened their mouths, and a golden demon pill flashed with a light green pattern, hitting the oncoming battle gun.

"Bang!"

The demon pill turned into pieces, and the battle spear was beaten. Guan Quan and other war cavalry below shouted loudly and continued to rush forward.

"Click--"

In the void, countless lights lit up.

A series of black auras hit the battle gun, and many auras faced the fish and dragon.

"snort!"

A low hum in the air, a golden sword light tore through the sky, cutting off all the black spiritual lights.

Without obstacles, the gun hit the forehead of the fish and dragon and disappeared.

"Bang!"

A golden blood burst out, and a golden soul flashed in a flash.

"The prince was killed!"

"Human race, you're in trouble!"

The demon clan army collapsed.

Countless demons fled in scattered places.

On the list of the demon clan's killings, Zhao Yang's name soared rapidly until he was about twenty, but the name was bloody.

"Kill the enemy--"

Zhao Yang waved his spear in his hand and rushed out.

"Kill the enemy!"

The Sun-Zhu Guards' formation rose again and slowly pressed forward.

There is no need to take action, the demon clan has been defeated.

The water waves rolled back, and thousands of demons were wailing, squeezed, and torn into pieces.

"Woo--"

In the river, a grand horn sounded.
To be continued...