The dawn of the demon world is as short as if it had been cut in half with a knife. Just after the hour of the rooster, a patch of crab shell green appeared on the horizon, but the sky above the royal city was shrouded in thick dark clouds, as if not even the sun was willing to fall on this land that was about to be ravaged by war.
In the "Danque Terrace" in the northwest corner of the city, the lights were so bright that they almost overshadowed the rising sun on the horizon. Chu Xuan sat cross-legged on the terrace, with a three-foot square jade table in front of him, not a tea set, nor a wine set, but a huge sand table. The sand table depicted the streets and alleys of the royal city, the culverts, the military routes, the watchtowers, and even the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley, which had been finely carved out with black crystal sand.
Su Mei 'er changed into a corset battle robe, her purple hair tied up high, and a silk bell hung around her waist, but the tongue of the bell was wrapped in black cloth to prevent it from making the slightest sound. She stood on the high platform, looking down at the royal city, and her gaze fell on the open square outside the south gate - where the "Red Flame Camp" of the Demon Flame was marching in formation, with red armor like fire and fluttering banners like a fire dragon, strutting into the already laid pocket.
"The snakehead is already in sight." "Chu Xiaoxuan, the rest depends on how fast your knife is." She said softly, her mouth curved in a cold, elegant arc.
She raised her hand, and a little purple magic fire shone on the tip of her finger. The fire, in the morning light, was like a blooming mandala. The fire rose into the air and exploded with a roar, turning into countless tiny specks of light that floated over the royal city - it was a signal telling all the lurkers: the prey is in the net, the net is drawn.
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In the dark channel, footsteps grew nearer and nearer, dense and heavy, like a giant hammer hitting the ground. Chu Xuan raised his eyes, his pupils slightly constricted - at the very front, a big man in red armor strode like a dragon and a tiger, his chest burning with the flame emblem. It was Chi Xiao, the number one warrior under Mo Yan's command. Behind him were two hundred guards of the Flame Demon, each holding a heavy axe, with a surge of demonic energy like a group of wild beasts out of their cages.
"Sealed!" " Chu Xuan hummed, the Lock Spirit array shone brightly, and a hundred meters before and after the dark channel were instantly enveloped by red light, blocking out all sounds. Chi Xiao paused his steps, raised his head sharply, and saw a fierce light surge in his eyes: "Ambush! Change formation!"
It's too late. On both sides of the canal wall, countless black spears were suddenly thrust out, their tips quenched with dark blue magic poison, specifically to break the protective magic energy. The Flame Demon Guards were caught off guard and instantly pierced through dozens of people, their blood spurting and staining the water in the channel red. Red clouds roar, the heavy axe swept through, will be over the spear is cut off, but listen "howls" surprises a lot - dark shadow who fell from the roof drainage, black was, in short blade as a viper, picking the joints, throat laid hands on him.
"Juntang, press!" At Chu Xuan's command, the elite troops of the military hall, who were lurking, pounced out from the shadows like a group of tigers descending from the mountain. The flashes of swords and spears instantly mingled with the guards of the Flame Demon. The space in the canal was narrow, and the heavy axe could not be used. The Flame Demon Guards were forced to abandon the axe and switch to the sword, but they collided with the military hall's most proficient close combat. For a moment, screams, roars, and the clashing of weapons mixed into a symphony of death.
Chu Xuan was not idle. With a flash of his body, he headed straight for Chixiao. The flames of ice and fire condensed in the palm of his hand and transformed into a slender fire sword. The blade was ice-blue and the edge was crimson, alternating between hot and cold, even the air was distorted. Seeing this, Chixiao sneered, his fists collided with each other, and crimson magic patterns appeared on the surface of his fists, like burning lava: "Little one, look for death!"
"It's you who's looking for death." Chu Xuan chuckled, and the fire sword pierced through the darkness, piercing Chi Xiao's throat. Chixiao roared, his fists burst out, and his demonic energy turned into a huge crimson flame fist, colliding fiercely with the fire sword.
"Boom!"
The loud noise shook the walls of the underground channel, causing stones to fall, and the interplay of ice and fire and red flames turned into a violent energy storm that overturned several nearby Flame Guards. Chu Xuan took advantage of the situation to retreat, tiptoe a little, and his figure, like a ghost, moved to the side and back of Chi Xiao, with the fire sword slaying sideways and straight at his waist. Chixiao reacted very quickly, spun around with his elbow like a hammer, and struck Chu Xuan's temple with a life-and-death strike.
Chu Xuan's eyes were slightly cold. The fire sword suddenly withdrew, and the ice and fire flames in his palm turned into a tiny ice shield to block the elbow strike. At the same time, with a flip of his left hand, a wisp of black demonic energy emerged - the soul-devouring magic Skill, simulating the Yin attribute of the soul-wailing grass, instantly wrapped around Chixiao's arm like countless tiny poison needles, piercing the skin.
"Soul Devouring?" Chixiao's face changed drastically. He felt a numbness in his arm and a wisp of demonic energy was forcibly drawn out of his body, as if he had been bitten by an invisible giant mouth. He roared and frantically circulated the magic energy, trying to shatter that strange black gas, but heard Chu Xuan chuckle: "Don't waste it, it tastes good."
Before he could finish his words, Chu Xuan's figure approached again, and the fire sword, like a venomous snake spitting out a letter, pierced straight into Chi Xiao's heart. Chixiao roared and punched, but felt his arms numb more and more, and his demonic energy draining faster and faster, like a gate that had been opened and could no longer be closed.
"Chixiao, I'll take your magic energy." Chu Xuan whispered, the fire sword thrust sharply into the other's chest, and the flames of ice and fire burst out instantly, freezing the heart into an ice mass and burning it to ashes in the next instant.
Chixiao opened his eyes wide, seemingly unable to believe that he would be defeated by a junior at the Foundation Establishment stage. He opened his mouth but made no sound, and slowly fell down like a collapsing mountain.
Chu Xuan retracted his sword, and the dark demonic energy in his palm surged up, devouring all the demonic energy that had dissipated from the crimson sky and transforming it into the purest soul power that flowed into his dantian. The bottleneck of the foundation stage loosened again, like a second crack in an ice layer.
"Next one." He said softly, turned and looked at the still-fighting Fire Demon Guard, his eyes interwoven with golden light and darkness, as if dawn and night were making peace in his pupils.
Outside the Lock Spirit Array, Su Meier stood on the high wall, looking towards the dark channel, and suddenly curled her lips: "It begins."