Exorcism

It was on this battlefield where the frost had just fallen, during a jump to the highest point, that Mu Xingqiu decided to give the little Qilin he was sitting on a name. . .

"Flea!" he shouted, the two words appeared vividly in his mind, and he completely ignored the dissimilarity and ridiculousness in them, "Faster!"

The little Qilin who was born and raised in Laozu Peak had never seen or heard of such a thing as "flea", so it liked its name very much. Where the four hooves landed, a steel thorn emerged from the ground, which was fleeting, but shone brightly under the sunlight.

This was the first time that its hooves shone, and it was also a gold spell, just like the five elements spells that the knight on its back was good at.

The adult Qilin on both sides roared like wolves and bears, proud of their only son.

The Qilin named Flea ran faster, and the battlefield covered with white frost seemed to be in danger of being crushed by it at any time.

The mountain-shaking bull on the opposite side was also speeding up. It was bigger than the three unicorns put together. Its head was drooping, revealing its thick shoulders like a camel hump. Between its two bamboo-shoot-like curved horns was a bulging horny forehead. It swept like a dark gray hammer, leaving deep pits wherever its hooves landed. The vibrations on the ground reached Duanliu City, sixty miles away.

The battle in the sky was still going on, and the soldiers on both sides were still running. The main generals of both sides were going to have a duel. This was an old-fashioned way of fighting, which rarely happened in battles where Taoists had an absolute advantage.

Both sides had high hopes for this. Pan Jufu claimed that everyone was important, but he was most sincere when he said these words to Mu Xingqiu and the group of Taoists. Killing the demon general would make the whole battle much easier, which was something that ordinary soldiers could not replace no matter how brave they were.

"Charge!" The old general could no longer swing his spear, so he held up his short sword in his right hand and urged Mao Qilin to run faster.

The flea had grown up and was eager to get rid of his parents' doting and care, so he suddenly accelerated again in the last section of the distance, surpassing his parents by a body length. He suddenly jumped up, higher than any time before, leaned slightly to the left, turned his head, and used his forehead covered with thick scales to fight against the forehead of the Zhenshan Bull, which was like a big shield.

The female Qilin cried out in worry, but it was too late to catch up.

Mu Xingqiu used this jump to get off the flea's back, holding the spear with both hands, and stabbed the demon general on the bull's back fiercely.

This spear is called "Bi Gu", which is the best talisman weapon in the city defense mansion. There are at least seventeen talismans painted from the handle to the spear head.

The demon general was wearing human armor. There were seven or eight long or short horizontal lines painted on the armor with blood stains,

like a memorial, but also like some kind of sorcery. His head was completely hidden behind the heavy helmet, revealing only a big mouth. The mouth was so big that it seemed to be able to split the head in two. The upper and lower rows of sharp teeth sprayed a large amount of saliva with the roar.

An indescribable loud noise came from the middle of the battlefield, and it was crisp in the dullness. As if the thunder in the distance had not yet ended, another thunderclap suddenly sounded overhead. The flea collided with the mountain-shaking bull. The two beasts, one large and one small, were evenly matched in the first battle. The flea was slightly weaker and was pushed out a foot. Its parents arrived and pushed the mountain-shaking bull's forehead from the left and right. They pushed the other side back another foot.

On the back of the bull, the demon general raised the axe in his hand and blocked Mu Xingqiu's bone-like spear.

The tip of the spear passed over the axe. It made a sound more piercing than the birdsong in the air.

Daliang Shen Xiuming first felt his feet shake, and then his ears seemed to be pierced by a needle. He saw several Taoists in the sky besieging Yinyu, and saw Mu Xingqiu holding a spear and falling on the back of the bull to fight with the demon general. He felt his heart trembling, and he no longer regretted not insisting on practicing.

But he was not timid. He rushed to the front of the thirty-six disciples of Zhiyong Institute with a spear in his hand, shouting, and was the first to rush to the vicinity of the mountain-shaking bull.

If they were ordinary soldiers, they would stab the Zhenshan Bull with their guns. As personal soldiers, they had to continue to jump forward to fight against the small group of demon soldiers running over from the opposite side, so that Mu Xingqiu could concentrate on killing the enemy.

Mu Xingqiu was indeed very focused. He had already figured out the strength of the demon general and knew that the other party was only a medium-sized demon of about two feet.

The demon general had also stood on the back of the bull, holding the giant axe in both hands, and kept roaring at the human.

"Useless coward, why did Qi Wushang choose you as a general?" Mu Xingqiu asked. The other party's most obvious emotion was bravery. He wanted to add more fuel to the fire and turn bravery into recklessness.

The demon general was hit. In many years of war, the demon race had formed a strong resistance to the five elements magic, but was completely defenseless against the long-lost mind illusion.

The demon general took off his helmet, revealing an ugly face that was twisted and distorted. "Your life is mine, and I will eat every piece of meat on your body." He raised the giant axe and charged.

Every five breaths, the Zhenshan Bull would separate from the three unicorns and collide again. Mu Xingqiu was waiting for this opportunity.

The bull's back was raised up, and then fell heavily. The demon general, who wanted to split the enemy in half, shook with it, and at this moment, he revealed a flaw.

The long spear took advantage of the gap and pierced the demon general's chest. The giant axe fell on the bull's back, cutting off a few long hairs and rolling to the ground. Blood flowed out of the big mouth like a dam about to collapse.

The main forces of both sides happened to run over and saw this scene. The morale of the Xuanfu Army was greatly boosted, and they shouted loudly, while the demon soldiers on the opposite side roared loudly.

But the demon soldiers did not panic, let alone retreat. Mu Xingqiu immediately realized that this demon general was not the real commander, he was just an appendage on the bull's back.

The Bone-Bearing Spear is a high-level talisman weapon, and the power of the blessing will not disappear if it is stained with demon blood. Mu Xingqiu aimed at the bulge in the middle of Zhenshan Niu's shoulders and stabbed it hard - it was ineffective, only a few hairs fell off, and the spear slipped to the side. , this is a rock-solid demon bull. It does not have unique magic skills, but its defense is so strong that even Taoist priests cannot penetrate it.

Mu Xingqiu did not continue to try, because he felt the emotions of Zhenshan Niu. It was simple and crude, meaningless killing, and he could never be the commander of the demon army. Ke Zhenshanniu's gaze yesterday when he stared at Mu Xingqiu from the demon army camp clearly contained rich emotions. Mu Xingqiu was puzzled by this, but had no time to think carefully.

Soldiers from both sides have already clashed. In this short period, the battle is the most intense. When blood and flesh fly everywhere and screams drown the battlefield, the cowardly ones will be soft-hearted, the reckless ones will be killed, and the calm ones will protect themselves. The battle will be It will calm down. The foundation for victory or defeat is thus laid.

The Xuanfu Army does not have the numerical advantage, and the longer the battle drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for them. Mu Xingqiu must find the real demon army commander as soon as possible and kill him.

Pan Jufu noticed the Taoist priest's hesitation and shouted loudly: "Mu Xingqiu, what are you waiting for?"

Mu Xingqiu was waiting for the real target. Looking around, he saw that the demon soldiers each had their own subordinates. They were all small bosses, not commanders by any means.

"It's not him!" Mu Xingqiu replied, and his sword flew up.

Silver Feather is walking in the air. Approaching the nine Taoist priests step by step, his wings blocked one spell after another. Under his pressure, Pangshan Taoist priests were gradually shrinking the front line. The remaining dozens of flying demons were freed and attacked the Xuanfu army from high places on the ground. The soldiers attack.

Zhao Dayi from Yelin Town shouted: "Mu Xingqiu ascended to heaven, what should we do?"

"Crow's mouth, that's called flying, not ascending to the sky." The spear in Shen Xiuming's hand stabbed the nearest demon soldier. "Kill! Mu Feihuang, don't run out!"

The battle on the ground entered a stalemate.

Yang Qingyin saw Mu Xingqiu flying up and said angrily: "You haven't killed the big bull on the ground, so why are you flying up?"

Yin Yu walked within a hundred steps. A person with super strong defense will always have slightly weaker attack power. He has no lethality from a few miles away, but now he can attack. Yin Yu opened his mouth and let out a scream, completely different from his handsome appearance. The voice was sharp and piercing, like a question to the gods from a concubine who wasted her youth in the deep palace but never received the favor of the king.

A powerful sound wave carrying demon fire came through the air, and Yang Qingyin was the first to bear the brunt. He hurriedly turned around and almost dodged the blow with his head down. A Taoist priest behind her who was in charge of defense was not so lucky. He was hit in the shoulder by the sound wave and his body was shaken. He had to retreat to the back to adjust his breath and heal his injuries.

The damage caused by black magic is very terrible, and even a short delay may cost the Taoist priest his life.

"This is what I want to do." Mu Xingqiu replied to Yang Qingyin, speeding up and getting closer and closer to Yinyu.

The commander of the demon army is either Zhenshan Niu or Yin Yu.

Yin Yu lowered his head and looked at the bold attacker. Taoist priests were better at long-range spells, so they always kept a distance. It was usually the demons who tried to charge. Yin Yu was a little surprised by this unique Taoist priest, but this did not affect his murderous intention at all.

There was another sharp scream, and the demonic fire sound wave hit the target that had already flown within fifty steps.

Mu Xingqiu was also waiting for this moment. Suddenly, the human sword flew away, allowing the magic to pass through the middle. Mu Xingqiu was getting closer to Yin Yu, and he whipped out his long whip.

Yin Yu habitually folded one of his wings back to resist the blow, but he didn't expect that this was not a commonly used spell by Taoist priests.

The tip of the whip passed through the white feathers and wrapped several times around the middle of Silver Feather's left wing.

This was his tactic, forcing Yin Yu to reveal his weaknesses, but he underestimated the enemy's strength.

The electric magic whip that can be retracted and retracted at will is three feet long and stretched straight in the air. However, Yin Yu's left wing was not pulled apart, but slowly descended, revealing the handsome face behind it. His lips were slightly opened, and he was about to make a demonic sound again. Fire sound waves.

Although Yang Qingyin was dissatisfied with Mu Xingqiu's participation in the battle, she was the first to understand his intentions and flew close to Yin Yu, hitting her face with a ball of fire.

Yin Yu immediately raised his wings to block the blow, causing Mu Xingqiu to tilt forward.

"Try harder." Yang Qingyin said loudly, launching a fireball towards Yinyu's legs, but it was blocked by the other wing.

Xiao Qingtao and other Taoist priests also flew over, surrounding Yinyu, looking for every little loophole to attack Yinyu, and had to block the little demon flying over to support him.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

Mu Xingqiu used all his strength, magic, spells, and boxing skills, but he just couldn't make Yin Yu spread his wings. This was probably a Sizhang demon whose strength was close to that of Taoist Dinxia. .a.m

He was already convinced that Yin Yu was the real commander of this demon army. Through the long whip, Mu Xingqiu could even feel the opponent's ever-changing thoughts. Only generals in charge of the overall situation need to think so much.

As long as Silver Feather is still there, the demon soldiers will not collapse.

Yinyu also knew the importance of these Taoist priests. If they were killed, the Xuanfu Army would be just a bunch of lambs to be slaughtered.

The stalemate ended quickly, and Silver Feather suddenly spun rapidly in place, its wings moving accordingly, revealing its head and spitting out demonic fire sound waves in all directions.

Originally it was Mu Xingqiu who was dragging his wings, but now it was Yin Yu who was dragging the Taoist priest around in circles. Mu Xingqiu had to either let go and let go of the whip, or speed up and follow, otherwise he would be hit by the magic.

Yang Qingyin and other Taoist priests were forced to dodge in all directions. The demonic fire sound waves were too numerous and too fast. Shen Hao and others who were responsible for the defense could only block part of them.

Afterwards, everyone said that this moment was the most critical moment of the entire battle.

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