The war horses were slowly moving forward, and the fireballs in their hands ejected out one by one. When they fell into the crowd, they suddenly burst out with light, and then turned into a ring of fire and rushed out. Charred corpses ejected from the ring of fire. The cold air that had originally rushed in solidified in space.

The flames in my heart turned into poisonous fire silkworms and eroded my inner reason. I recalled the corpses, what glory and justice all lost their restraints, and there was only a sensation of slaughter.

Three firelights burst out one after another in space, and three more firelights appeared around the palms, and there were finally riots in the crowd...

"Stand up the shield!"

Viscount Lindon, who led the demon clan, roared wildly, but the soldiers' team had not yet formed a formation, but the three groups of fire had already shot out from their hands again.

The fireballs shot around the crowd, and the formation that had just condensed was directly scattered by the storm of flames. Charred corpses rushed out with the impact.

Every moment the fireball bursts out in the war, and the power that bursts out is unimaginable. With the explosion of each fireball, the flames that stir up will attack the first one, even a dozen, or even more soldiers. When the strange magic flames are contaminated on the body, they can produce unimaginable power.

Xia Zuo released nine fireballs in a row, and had seriously injured and killed hundreds of well-equipped demon soldiers. His figure stood behind Xia Zuo. No one could have imagined that the originally cruel and cruel demon clan would have such a powerless and weak moment!

And just as everyone's eyes widened, another firelight appeared in his hands. Seeing hundreds of companions dying in his hands at this moment, all the demons were instinctively weak and weak, and then there was a despair and fear from the heart.

Dragon Slayer!

At this moment, they had no doubt about this title, but they wanted to know the answer. The price they had to pay was their lives.

The fire exploded in the crowd, and again shot out countless gravels and flames came out. Even the figures in the attack circle were also affected by the fire of these gravels...

"We surrender..."

Just when facing these fireballs containing powerful power, the cruel and cruel demons finally realized the facts. They were cruel and bloodthirsty and easy to kill, but no matter what, they were still individuals after all. When facing death and unknown power, they would also make compromises.

But what they couldn't understand was that since they had such power, why did they choose to use the weapons in their hands to fight?

This is something that the demons cannot understand, but at this moment, this knight from the Xinxi Continent has left a profound influence in their hearts.

This was the first time Xia Zuo heard them surrender since he fought with the demons. To be honest, he wanted them to admit defeat and surrender, so he showed mercy when facing the barbarian Baron. However, the barbarian baron's ferocity was much beyond Xia Zuo's expectations. Xia Zuo could only insert the cross sword into his chest in the end.

But when he entered the castle and encountered countless corpses, Xia Zuo recognized a fact...

Xia Zuo was silent, but with his silence, the fireball in his hand was constantly flashing and jumping. Finally, he sighed lightly, and the flames in his hand gradually dimmed until they disappeared and disappeared...

"This demon army is obviously for us. I'm afraid that we have found a lot of our secrets; and there is no place to place prisoners of war now. If they just let them go..." After seeing Xia Zuo's actions, Thorne couldn't help explaining to Xia Zuo, fearing that Xia Zuo would act irresistible, so he accepted their surrender, so he let them go for no reason. "Their strength is not simple. If we launch another surprise attack, we..."

Xia Zuo raised his hand and stopped his words. His eyes were just staring at the demons, "Take the weapons!"

As soon as this sentence was released, it showed that they had accepted their surrender. A riot occurred in the crowd behind them. The hatred between them could not be resolved in one or two sentences. If they accepted their surrender in this way, they would naturally be unwilling to do so. However, when they saw the figure sitting alone on the war horse, such a riot subsided again.

Still too young!

Thorne sighed in his heart. Over the past period of time, all the knights who followed Xia Zuo's patrol had fully recognized Xia Zuo's leader's existence, but at some times, this leader still seemed a little immature in his work...

The demons looked at each other, and couldn't help but have some suspicion. They looked at Viscount Lindon one after another. Lindon showed hesitation. Now they were holding weapons in their hands. If they fought like this, they would have a chance to fight to the decisive battle. If the weapons were handed over and the other party would go back on their word, they would have no chance at that time.

But the flames released by the other party made him afraid, but he didn't know that it was. Xia Zuo's physical mental power had been consumed, and he could not send a few fireballs if he went down.

Xia Zuo's face was cold, and his eyes were just staring at the demon viscount coldly. Finally, the viscount's face was gloomy and he cursed in a low voice, "Disarm!"

After hearing what he said, soldiers immediately walked out of the battle, put the spear and shield in their hands in front, and then returned to the team...

It took half an hour to disarm the weapons. Hundreds of demons were piled up on the Gobi Desert, and a mountain of weapons was built to twitch them. The space seemed very quiet, or it could be called depression. The demons stared at Xia Zuo's face, and their bodies were tightly tense.

Xia Zuo took a deep breath, his tone still remained low, "I want to ask you one thing: If we surrender to you, will you accept our disarm?"

Everyone widened their eyes, and even the five knights looked at Xia Zuo in disbelief. At this moment, this originally young and stubborn knight was so strange that they didn't know him at all.

"Damn bastard, kill!" An angry roar suddenly erupted from the crowd. The figure that was originally frozen and standing there suddenly appeared extremely ferocious, and figures rushed towards the pile of weapons.

Xia Zuo slowly closed his eyes, and the scorching flame in the space around his body was burning wildly, but at this moment his body was so cold that the muscles under his skin could no longer be suppressed. Xia Zuo stretched out his hand and pointed at the figure rushing up, with crazy and angry screams. He was mixed above the space, and countless figures flew past Xia Zuo at extremely fast speed and rushed straight into the crowd...

Killing is staged in silence. This is a war without Shazo, and it is also a battle without suspense. When the crazy soldiers pounce on the unarmed figures... this is the thing the demons like to do the most. The only difference is that they have changed from slaughter to slaughtered!

Xia Zuo's figure stood behind the team, looking at the figures that were slaughtered one by one, the darkness gradually enveloped the world in front of him. Xia Zuo's figure wanted to take a step, but had lost his direction. He became the type of person he disdained the most. Because of his anger and hatred, he abandoned his previous justice and pursuit, because he knew that when facing this group of people, he could only protect more people who needed protection when he became more cruel and fierce than them.

He thought so in his heart, but at this moment he only felt so tired and so cowardly. Even now he just wanted to control his mount and quickly leave this muddy world full of conspiracy and turbidity.

However, his figure did not move, sitting on the war horse from beginning to end, looking down at the battle, watching the bodies fall, and the hatred that appeared before his death...

The jazz sword in the Viscount's hand kept slashing, and the blood burned wildly, and a stream of power scattered from it to the body. With the help of this force, a terrible scarlet halo appeared on the skin, accompanied by the flow of light.

A stream of cold and violent scenes surged into his consciousness. He roared wildly from his mouth. He wanted to pounce directly on the crowd. However, when facing figures that were not afraid of life and death, his steps could only keep retreating. The jazz sword in his hand kept slashing, and corpses fell in front of him.

Suddenly, a dazzling stream of light slid across the space, and a terrible long axe swung towards him. His figure stopped slightly, and his steps did not retreat and dodge. Facing the long axe that was slashing over, the jazz sword in his hand slashed straight out.

The light burst out in the sky, and the Viscount's figure stagnated, but the long axe was directly retreated by Jazz Sword Town with one blow. The Viscount's figure was about to approach, but the spear had pierced directly into his face, and the Viscount's figure jumped away.

Another ray of light rushed up from the other side of the sky. Before the icy blue light flashed on the body had approached, the Viscount sensed a coldness that began to erode. However, under the influence of this cold breath, the blood in the body became more and more boiling, and a scarlet light seemed to be about to break through the body and erupted from under the skin.

In the roar, two weapons collided together. Calyde let out a low voice, feeling a cold will that began to impact the consciousness of his body, and the whole figure was forced back.

At the same time, the cold force, accompanied by the attack, invaded the Viscount's body, and the bloodline power flowed wildly on the body, directly driving the cold force. Before the attack could be suppressed, the surging crowd had already rushed over again.

His figure kept retreating, and in this process, the number of people around him was decreasing. He retreated from the front to the end until there was no one around him, and his body was already covered in scars, but the pain in his body was far more than his heart. Anger and resentment were almost burning away his heart. Looking at the figure standing behind the crowd, he could not suppress his anger. "Bad, I have the kind of accepting me..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light emerged from the empty space, and then slashed on the back of his neck with a knife. However, a large amount of blood gushed out of the rupture blood vessels and torn muscles.

The viscount roared, and the jazz sword in his hand was about to slash, but one figure after another had already rushed towards him. The weapons in his hand were inserted into his body one by one. The woman who pulled out the scimitar made up for their attack, which was to hold the scimitar and insert it into the back of his heart...

With the last figure falling in the Gobi Desert, the entire battle will eventually end like this. The dusk carried a scarlet light and gradually faded away. Corpse piled up in the Gobi Desert, blood penetrated through the stones and penetrated into the Gobi Desert, but the space became quiet, without the cheers of the winners, without the sorrowing moans, and crying, the world was silent like this!...)

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