"It's you?" Fengxian beauty frowned, actually she guessed that the demon king of southern border would come to fight, but she didn't expect that she would come here to support her instead of going directly to Yue Yang.

"I didn't miss any exciting battles, did I?" The Demon King of Southern Border, Rou Ning, waved lightly, and her jade fingers rotated lightly on the pipa.

Ding ding dong dong sounds of nature.

It rang again.

It's so wonderful, like spring water dripping in the heart, making people intoxicated.

Zhong Lei Ting's eyes widened slowly, this pipa music is really a deadly move!

This round of sound waves was obviously aimed at him. With his skill, he was naturally able to defend against it, but his personal guards vomited blood and fell to the ground amidst the ecstasy of the music. If the southern border demon king Yukong was allowed to come here just now and kill nearly a hundred people, he would have been secretly angry. If it wasn't for a well-planned plan, he wouldn't be allowed to intervene now, otherwise he would have gone crazy. Now, the Demon King of Southern Border used sound waves to provoke him again. He had at least ten personal guards, and his internal organs exploded to death tragically.

The worst thing is that these dead personal guards, even in death, still maintain a strange joy and intoxication on their faces, unaware that their internal organs are bursting.

The leader of the Benwolf mercenary group clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "It sounds good, the music is so beautiful, the way of killing people is so elegant, it's so surprising."

The Demon King of Southern Border smiled: "There are more surprises in the future!"

Before Zhong Lei Ting could speak, her hands danced violently.

Like a storm.

The original beautiful and moving music of the pipa changed to sonorous, passionate and high-pitched, like thousands of troops and horses galloping on the battlefield.

Even those who are most insensitive to music can seem to be able to see the iron-like cavalry galloping neatly on the ground and sweeping towards the enemy under the command of the commander. boiling. Look, the battle flag is fluttering in front of the iron army, leading the soldiers to charge forward. Listen, the drums are beating, the horseshoes are thundering, shaking the ground, changing the color of the world... Facing the rain of thousands of arrows, Holding the erected spears, those warriors who would die through their hearts in the next second galloped fearlessly.

Even when killed, the body overturns.

Even if their bodies were trampled into flesh by the hooves of the horses, they galloped without hesitation... The whole audience was enveloped in the world of murderous music by the Demon King of Southern Border. Some of the arrows seemed to be pierced by spears, and some seemed to turn over and fall off the horse, causing their companions to trample into flesh. Their way of death is the same as that of the warriors in the music world. Their souls are roaring silently. They start with the weakest and fall to the ground one by one, dying.

The stronger ones are struggling to hold on, but with the changes in the music world, they have long been too intoxicated.

If, at this time, the commander of Zhonglei Ting can stand up and shout.

Break out of this music world.

They might survive.

It's a pity that the current Zhong Leiting is also immersed in the world of music. Even if he plugs his ears with his fingers, he can't stop the resonance of his soul. Not only the roar of thunder, but also the Benlang mercenary group from the heavens, the head of the celestial rank and the deputy head of the celestial rank, all inevitably fell into the mirage of music.

The person who got rid of it the fastest was the man in the top hat from the clown troupe.

He didn't open his mouth to interfere with the performance of the Demon King of Southern Border.

One is that he loves music, and he can't bear to break this kind of natural music that makes his soul tremble; the other is that the soldiers of the Thunder Legion were originally used as sacrifices in the plan, and they would kill them with the hands of the other party, and they would not let Thunder I feel disgusted, although he doesn't care about Zhong Lei Ting's opinion, but after all, there is still a place that relies heavily on Zhong Lei Ting in terms of sacrificing the ancient seal array and exploring the gods; The Thunder of Punishment, he had no doubt that the moment he destroyed the performance of the Demon King of Southern Border, the terrifying Thunder of Heaven's Punishment would hit his head.

Why did I have to bear this thunder of heaven's punishment for the Benlang mercenary group?

The Benlang mercenary group was originally used as a scapegoat!

The man in the high hat didn't speak, but kept silent, and stepped back a little, trying to face the punishment from the sky at the safest distance... He skillfully transferred the killing intent of the punishment from the sky to the head of the wolf mercenary.

With no one disturbing, the performance of the Demon King of Southern Border.

continue.

Her hands no longer dance sharply, but play slowly.

The rhythm slowed down, like the brief tranquility after a storm... After listening to this playing, people seemed to see that the sky was stained red with blood, the storm was over, and the bloodthirsty soldiers fell to the ground in a mess. Corpses were scattered all over the mountains and plains, and the battlefield was extremely bleak.

The remaining soldiers slowly crawled out of the pile of corpses.

They did not cheer, but sat numbly on the high pile of corpses, their eyes dull.

The sky began to have small raindrops, falling down, bitingly cold, gusts of bloody night wind, dripping onto the battlefield, joining the twisted blood streams, converging into pools of blood.

Nothing is moving but the hunting flag.

Darkness fell.

Overcast clouds, no moon, the sky is as gray as the heart.

The bleak and sad wind blows across the battlefield, the light rain in the sky gradually turns into crushed snow, the cold wind keeps blowing, as if it can blow to distant homes.

Countless white-haired parents, countless wives looking forward to leaning on the door, shed tears silently. They will never be able to look forward to their loved ones again. He picked up the small bowl in his hand and asked his mother for more food, but he didn’t know that what he ate just now was the last food in the family... The faces of the elderly parents were full of sorrow, and the daughter-in-law, who forced a smile, comforted the old man. , She dared to sob secretly when no one knew about it!

The heavy snow began to cover the bloody battlefield... A few veterans who died were walking with deep feet and shallow feet.

From time to time, someone fell down.

sleep forever.

In the last returning team, there was only one person left, a lonely figure, drifting away in the wind and snow.

At dawn, when the sun rises in the east, people can see that the last shadow has not walked out of the vast snowfield. He has already turned into an ice sculpture, just eyes, looking at the direction of his hometown reluctantly... Behind that ice sculpture, the deceased A long series of bloody footprints on the snow. Gusts of cold wind blew past, and there was no life between the sky and the earth.

"Huhu!" When the lizard commander Zhonglei Ting woke up from the music, he found that his body was frozen stiff, his face was even covered with frost, and what he exhaled from his mouth was white mist.

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen to his subordinates even if he, whose strength was as high as the ninth level of innate, couldn't resist this musical illusion.

When he turned his head, what caught his eyes was a vast expanse of white ice sculptures.

The entire Thunder Legion, nearly ten thousand elite.

All condensed into ice sculptures.

Except for a very small number of innately strong people who barely survived, the rest were wiped out!

"No, ah no!"

Zhong Lei Ting groaned in pain, holding his heart tightly.

For the first time in his life, he felt distressed!

feel despair!

This blow from the enemy is no less than hearing the news of the death of the Hell King.

Although the commander-in-chief Zhonglei Ting has raised his vigilance and even blocked his ears, he never expected that the musical sound illusion of the Demon King of Southern Border would still resonate with his soul and trigger the energy reaction of his body, making him In the mirage of music, I can't help but indulge. What made Zhonglei Ting most desperate was that because the former Southern Border Demon King had sent out two waves of music attacks, he seriously underestimated her true strength. He believed that he could resist her music attacks. Who knows, when she really As soon as his unique move was used, the entire Thunder Legion was wiped out!