The bloody warriors, as the leader let out their final shouts, faced the fierce demon group, they rushed to all directions without fear.

Even if you take three or four steps, you will be torn apart by the oncoming monster's sharp claws and teeth, but you will continue to do it one after another. Everyone holds the sword in their hands, and everyone's feet are full of strength, just like the blood-stained waterfall, facing the countercurrent, bravely moving forward.

Even though you know that you hit the stone with your eggs, you will draw your sword when you encounter a strong enemy!

Longma didn't even dare to look back.

He was afraid that when he turned around, he would be disturbed by the fierce scene of death behind him, but the power coming from behind was pushing him, killing him step by step towards the monster.

Although my body is already very weak, I am getting stronger and stronger step by step.

The three wastes in his hand were waved and chopped down.

Just like cutting melons and vegetables, the god of the dog roared and roared, like a loyal dog crying blood. In front of the blood-soaked warrior, there was almost no enemy in the eyes of this warrior soaked in blood.

He was getting closer and closer to the big monster.

The big demon's pale face became increasingly ugly. It didn't know much about these two-legged people, and since he became the king of demons, he didn't spend much effort to understand them.

Why do people spend time understanding steamed buns?

This is probably the mentality of the monster.

But now the scene in front of him has made him understand the word "man" more, and the figure in front of him is like a ghost and god.

The bloody moves forward, leaving behind blood stains of residual limbs every step, and his body is covered with thick blood, and he looks more like a supernatural warrior than a monster.

The expression on his face, the cold light in his one-eyed eyes, and the knife in his hand seemed to interpret the meaning of being born into humanity.

But that kind of gaze...

The Demon King doesn't like it!

When will it be the turn of humans to take charge of the light that should only appear in the eyes of the strong?

joke!

"Bang"

The demon king became more and more impatient, just because he was strong outside and was fighting on the inside. This human was just trying to breathe a sigh of relief.

The moment the dragon horse continued to move forward, it waved its smoke rod, and the smoke gathered like a fist, hitting it from both sides of the world, gathering the dragon horse and the surrounding monsters together.

With a sharp sound, the flesh and blood turned into mud and powder. With this full force, the dragon horse flew backwards and fell to the ground. The long sword in his hand came out and stabbed a foot of blood-stained earth beside him.

The light protected by the dog god on his body was also shattered.

The dragon horse was lying on the battlefield of the blood-killing land. He didn't hold the sword, but just looked up at the sky. The clouds were flying, as if they were like giant beasts in myths, trying to break out of the sky from the clouds.

Just the next moment, Longma's eyes were blocked. The monsters, monsters rushing from all directions, blocked their dirty claws and their ugly teeth and cheeks in front of Longma's eyes.

Those dark things seemed to block the entire sky and cut off the last ray of light in the warrior's eyes.

well.

after all...

Still one step away.

At this moment, the dragon horse seemed to have hallucinations.

Maybe he was too tired to kill, and he saw the flames in a trance.

The golden flame burst out under the clouds and turned into a stream of fire falling from the sky, sprinkling into this airspace like a rain. In the golden stream of fire, there was a figure as strong as a god, jumping down from the white clouds.

Very similar...

It looks very much like Susano, who used divine power to kill the monster snake in the legend of Takahara.

hehe.

I am indeed going to die.

Ryuma closed his eyes and thought to himself that as a brave warrior, he actually dreamed at the end of his life.

If the monk and Quanzang knew about this, they would be laughed to death. But who is the one who stipulated that the warriors could not dream?
Chapter completed!