The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Before the energy storm subsided, Lingze shouted loudly, drew his spear, and rushed towards Liu Rangchen like black lightning.

He wielded the spear, and every swing carried the power to tear apart space. Wherever it passed, the air was ignited, forming vortices of fire.

Liu Rangchen's eyes were cold. His figure flashed, leaving behind several afterimages, and he cleverly avoided Lingze's fierce attack.

Then he waved the silver sword, and the tip of the sword drew mysterious arcs in the air. Each arc released a blue crescent-shaped sword energy. The sword energy crisscrossed like a huge spiritual power net, covering Lingze.

These sword energies contain Liu Rangchen's ultimate understanding of swordsmanship. Not only are they extremely sharp, they also have a freezing effect, which can slow down the enemy's movements.

Lingze felt the threat of the sword energy. He held the spear across his body and muttered something. The purple-black mist separated from his body and turned into countless tiny black needles. The black needles were wrapped in flames and rushed towards the sword energy like a group of angry wasps.

The black needles and sword energy collided with each other, making crackling sounds, as if it was a fierce duel between hidden weapons.

Immediately afterwards, Lingze stepped on the ground with both feet, and a powerful dark force surged up from the ground and poured into his body along his legs.

He raised his spear high, and the flames on the spear gathered into a huge skull. The skull opened its bloody mouth and let out a terrifying roar.

Lingze swung his spear down suddenly, and a huge black wave rushed towards Liu Rangchen. This wave contained the power of darkness, and everything it encountered along the way was sucked into it and turned into powder in an instant.

Liu Rangchen's face was solemn. He knew very well the power of this attack, and his hands quickly changed hand seals in front of his chest.

In an instant, a blue ocean phantom appeared behind him, with surging waves in the ocean and a huge blue water dragon slowly rising.

The water dragon roared towards the sky, and then flew towards the black Zanpa. The water dragon and Zanpa met in the air, and the water dragon opened its huge mouth and sprayed a powerful stream of water. The water dragon and Zanpa were in a stalemate.

For a moment, a strange scene appeared in the sky. Half of it was dark flames, and the other half was the breath of a blue water dragon. The two were confronting each other and neither was willing to give in.

Cang Yuan's other children are also like dragons and phoenixes, and all of them are extraordinary.

Cang Ce, the eldest son of Cang Yuan, holds a long sword that emits a blazing red light. The sword is called "Lie Yan Po Feng Zhan" and is made by fusion of ancient Yan Yang Crystal and deep sea black iron. A ray of true sun fire is sealed in the blade. Once it is ignited, the flames will be raging.

He jumped on his horse, and the horse's body was instantly wrapped in flames. It rushed into the enemy camp like a burning meteor, waving its long sword. Every slash would cause a fire explosion. The enemy screamed and struggled in the flames, and instantly turned into ashes.

Cang Yuan's second son, Cang'an, is good at wind magic. He wears a light blue robe with delicate wind patterns embroidered on it.

He stood at the edge of the battlefield, formed seals with his hands, and chanted a spell. In an instant, a strong wind blew, dark clouds covered the sky, and countless tornadoes raged on the battlefield.

These tornadoes are like huge green dragons, sucking the enemies inside. Under the high-speed rotation, the enemies' bodies are torn into pieces.

Cang Ling, the third daughter of Cang Yuan, holds a long emerald green whip in her hand. The whip is called "Spirit Snake Whip". The whip is woven from the tendons of spirit snakes and thousand-year-old vines. It is extremely flexible and contains powerful wood spiritual power.

The long whip in her hand was like a vivid snake, making crisp sounds as it danced.

Wherever the whip went, countless vines instantly grew out of the ground. These vines were like green tentacles, tightly wrapping around the enemy's feet, making them unable to move.

Then she swung the whip, and the tip of the whip cut across the enemy's throat like a sharp blade, reaping lives one by one.

As time passed mercilessly, the land was soaked in blood, broken limbs were everywhere on the ground, and the blood gathered into a river.

On the battlefield, shouts and screams were intertwined, and the roar of spells and the collision of weapons were endless.

The soldiers fought bravely on the bumpy ground. Some of them got up immediately after falling and continued fighting, while others were hit by the enemy's weapons and fell in a pool of blood, unable to get up forever.

But neither Cangyuan nor the Shura clan had the slightest intention of retreating. They all knew that this battle was related to the honor and survival of their respective clans. Only by fighting to the last moment could the future fate of the demon world be decided.

Su Yang's eyes widened as he stared at the hellish scene before him, raging rage burning wildly in his chest.

Without saying a word, he suddenly picked up a long knife from the ground. The long knife flashed coldly under the light, as if it was also excited about the upcoming killing.

At this moment, Su Yang was like a mad little lion, rushing towards the enemy regardless of everything.

Suddenly, the third sister Cang Ling flashed in front of him like a flash of lightning and stopped him.

The third sister's eyes were full of anxiety and worry. She shouted loudly: "Brother, you are still young. This battlefield is not the place for you. You don't need to go to the battlefield right now. Go back and hide!"

Veins popped up on Su Yang's neck, his face flushed red, and he shouted at his third sister:

"Third sister, I am also my father's son. These guys are so bad. I must teach them a lesson!"

Cang Ling wanted to persuade them a few more times, but the tense situation on the battlefield was like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, and she could not afford to waste even a moment.

She just gritted her teeth, turned around and rushed towards the group of enemy soldiers who were eyeing her greedily like wolves like a whirlwind.

This battle was simply a world-destroying nightmare. The shouts and screams were intertwined and deafening.

Su Yang was small in stature, and standing there he was not even as tall as the long sword in his hand.

As soon as he rushed to the edge of the battlefield, a burly Shura soldier pounced towards him, holding the big knife in his hand high, and slashed towards Su Yang with a whistling sound.

Su Yang's heart skipped a beat and he quickly gripped the long sword with both hands, using all his strength to swing it upwards, barely blocking it.

Fortunately, although this guy doesn't have much combat experience and seems a bit green, he can still deal with ordinary demon soldiers.

He seized the opportunity and exerted force suddenly, knocking the demon soldier's sword away. Then he turned around and stabbed the sword into the demon soldier's body, killing him.

But before he could catch his breath, enemies rushed up one after another. Being besieged by hundreds of people, Su Yang gradually felt overwhelmed.

Several times, just as he had managed to fend off the attack from the left, the machete from the right would be swung towards his neck with a breath of death.

Su Yang dodged left and right, and the machete brushed past his neck several times. He was in danger. If he hadn't been agile, he would have been chopped into a pile of meat by now.

In a panic, a kick suddenly came from somewhere and hit Su Yang hard in the stomach.

Su Yang flew out like a kite with a broken string, then fell heavily to the ground with a thump, raising a cloud of dust.

Before he could struggle to get up, he saw a spear falling from the sky like a black lightning, piercing straight into his heart...