Chapter 639

Pingcheng, once peaceful and comfortable, has become a Shura hell today.

Corpses and bloodstains can be seen everywhere on the ground. The higher demons kill every human in front of them, and the lower demons return to the battlefield. Their nimble figures are nimble in the battlefield, biting every people who are trying to resist.

The young children opened their frightened eyes and clumsily grabbed the claws with their young teeth. They didn't know what happened. The only thing they knew was that they wanted to fight and attack all the demon families in front of them by all possible means.

A ferocious low demon race rushed to the child's side, grabbed the child's calf, tore and shook his head crazily, and a large amount of blood flowed from the child's thin leg. The sharp pain made his tears fall down his eyes, but he was unwilling to loosen his teeth.

The demon family killed his parents. He wanted revenge. He didn't let go

"Beast! Die for me! " The white haired old man picked up the stones around him and smashed them on the head of the demon clan!

The old man hurriedly stopped the shivering child when his brain was splashed.

A shadow fell over the head of the old and the young.

The high demon clan steps on it, and the blood explodes at its feet. At its feet, there is still the child's leg, which has been bitten by blood and flesh

The bloody scene happened in every corner of Pingcheng. The wolf smoke army fought against the attack of the demon clan. The injured people were dragged into the houses beside them. The smell of blood filled their breath. More people climbed up the roof of the building beside them and jumped down from above. With the power of falling from the sky, they inserted their farm tools into the body of the demon clan.

Ten people can't change to a higher demon clan.

A hundred people can't change to a lower demon clan.

However

When this number reaches thousands of people, Rao is the thick skin and flesh of the high demon clan, which is already scarred.

These demon clans never imagined that the people who saw them would only shiver would one day fight with them to the end.

There is chaos on the battlefield and death everywhere, which makes this place a hell.

The monsoon smoke gasped heavily, and the hand holding the evil sword was trembling. The soybeans she took out from the farmhouse beside her had been turned into rattan people and joined the battle, but there were too many high demon families

It's really too much

In this war, although the number of demon clans could not be as large as in Imperial College, the number of higher demon clans far exceeded that one time.

The fighting power of a high demon clan is hundreds of low demon clans at the top. In such a battle, even the generals who have experienced hundreds of battles will die.

The monsoon smoke clenched its teeth, chopped off a demon's head with a sword, and stretched out his hand to pull the child who was knocked down by the demon from the ground.

Her eyes swept across the battlefield.

The wolf smoke army has been seriously wounded and killed. There are only a handful of people who can continue to support the battle. Now they can still stand there and fight for a whole faith.

[what a pity ]

the voice with smile resounds from the soul of season wind and smoke.

There was a slight gust of monsoon smoke.

[do you need it? I can lend you my strength. ]

that is the figure of the demon God.

[save these poor lives and kill all the vicious demon families. I can help you. ]

full of demagogues in the heart of the monsoon smoke.