Chapter 700

"So it is," Longming said with a smile, "Miss Zixuan and miss Xuejian. Please take charge of the army. I'll help brother Jing!"

With that, long Ming's red light flashed in his hand, and he held the long bloody writing in his hand. The sharp edge of the writing was cold, and the fierce intention of killing spread from the long letter, as if thousands of ghosts were howling.

Zixuan three people can't help but look at Long Ming's long Shuo, with a bit of suspicion in their eyes.

It is by no means ordinary to have such a weapon with killing intention. You should know that the magic sword in Jingtian's hand absorbed infinite evil spirit and was sealed in the lock demon tower for more than 100 years.

In the lock demon tower, the magic sword absorbs the evil spirit in the tower. Once the evil spirit in the magic sword breaks out, the terrible anger can take away people's mind in an instant!

However, in the aspect of anger alone, the magic sword in Jingtian's hand is much inferior to that of the long bloody sword held by Long Ming!

When long Ming saw that the three women of Solanum nigrum looked at the weapons in their hands, he could not help laughing and said: "this cross demon writing is the inheritance of our dragon family. At first, it was only the weapon carried by our ancestors of the dragon family. Later, it was passed down, and after the warm-up of the ancestors of the past dynasties, it has become what it is today."

Zixuan suddenly heard the words, no wonder she felt more evil spirit on the cross demon than the magic sword.

Although the magic sword is a rare weapon in the world, it has been around for only a thousand years. Even though it absorbs the ferocity of the lock demon tower, it can't be compared with the fierce soldiers such as the cross demon script, which have been inherited for thousands of years.

After long Ming finished, he waved the cross demon's name, and the strong wind from the writing blade made a shallow mark on the ground.

"Miss Zixuan, snow girl, please!" Long Ming nods at Zixuan and Tang Xuejian, then no longer hesitates. Holding the cross demon's name in his hand, he rushes toward the zhenhun.

At the moment, the soul of the town is closed. In addition to the soldiers of the two families of Yasha Shura, Jingtian also occupies a corner of the city wall. The magic sword is already covered with blood, and the edge of the sword is dyed red with blood. From time to time, blood drops slide along the blade.

Beside him, there were bodies of soldiers of the Shura nationality lying around, including some dressed up by soldiers of the Shura nationality.

Because of his accomplishments, Jingtian can't ignore the boundary in zhenhun pass, so he can only use the simplest hand to hand combat with the soldiers of the two families of Shura yecha who fight together.

Fortunately, Jingtian does not lack the experience of hand to hand combat. With the sharpness of the magic sword, it still stands on the wall. Although it can not expand the battle results, there is no danger.

"Brother dragon, you go to the left, I'll hold the right side, and take the team behind to the wall!" Jingtian wields his sword to kill two yecha soldiers. When he sees the Dragon Ming who has boarded the city wall, he says in a hurry.

Long Ming didn't hesitate when he heard the speech. The cross demon's name was pointed out. Ten thousand cold light suddenly appeared in the air. Before the soldiers of the Shura clan who were close to Longming had no time to move, they covered their necks and fell to the ground.

Shaking his head, long Ming strode to the place on the left wall where the fighting between the two clans was most fierce.

His strength is not weak, especially after the killing of tulin by Solanum nigrum, there are few people who can block him in the army of Shura!

As a result, Longming was more relaxed than Jingtian. He quickly occupied part of the city wall, and then defended this part of the territory, and then joined the yecha army behind to climb the wall.