The eyes of the more than a hundred men behind him immediately became ferocious, and a series of blood-curdling sounds came from their throats.

Full of killing intent!

"Hmph, you are pretending to be a ghost, let us in the Holy Prison test the strength of you one hundred and eight swordsmen."

Next to him, Elder Johnson of the Holy Prison snorted and spoke.

To make a gesture, you need to lead the men behind you forward.

"Johnson, wait."

6 Tianlong waved his hand slightly to stop him.

"There's no point in killing a chicken with a butcher's knife. To deal with these shabby swordsmen, just leave it to us, Zhan Long."

"Besides, this is our first battle against the Rakshasa Kingdom, so the scene needs to be more exciting. My brothers are better at creating atmosphere."

6 Tianlong squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Want the scene to be hotter? Good!"

Johnson was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood what Lu Tianlong meant.

In the first battle, you need to show your authority and momentum.

While dealing a blow to the enemy, it can also boost your own confidence.

How can we create momentum and prestige? That is to directly crush the opponent with destructive means and a brutal way.

Now the strength of these 108 swordsmen is unknown. Johnson and the masters from the Holy Prison may be able to kill them.

However, ordinary super ancient tribes have rarely fought in recent years, and the same is true for the Holy Prison.

Therefore, in this first battle, they are definitely not as good as the Dragon Warriors who are almost never idle.

"Little demon, find out the details."

Seeing that everyone else had no objections, Lu Tianlong spoke calmly.

"Okay."

The little demon smiled strangely, swayed, and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

It turned into a ball of light black mist and dissipated directly in the strong wind.

The swordsmen opposite were all stunned, wondering why this woman suddenly disappeared.

But the next second, a cry of surprise suddenly came from among the swordsmen.

"No, she's here..."

"puff!"

A swordsman suddenly opened his mouth and felt a few clouds of smoke rolling in along with the strong wind and yellow sand, and instantly condensed into the figure of the little demon.

Before he finished shouting, he felt a heat on his neck, his entire throat was cut open, and blood spurted out instantly.

"Damn it!"

The swordsman gritted his teeth, cursed angrily, and then struck directly at the little demon behind him.

The little demon swayed and was almost hit by his sharp knife.

"Boss, they are pretty strong, especially the knives in their hands are a bit weird, but they can be crushed!"

The little demon appeared in another location and said quickly to Lu Tianlong.

Can be crushed!

"Very good, Zhan Long is going to fight. Don't give me face. Use your strongest combat power to bury these one hundred and eight swordsmen in the yellow sand!"

6 Tianlong raised his hand slightly and directly gave the battle order.

"roar!"

The Holy Prison roared beside him, and together with the Arhat next to him, the two rushed to the vanguard and rushed towards each other like two hills.

"Brothers, the old rule is, whoever kills less will have to accompany the Arhat into the woods."

Wen Tianhao and others next to them were not to be outdone. While shouting, they turned into afterimages and rushed towards the opposite side.

"Kill them and defend the Rakshasa Kingdom to the death!"

"Get into formation!"

The more than a hundred swordsmen on the opposite side also shouted angrily in unison, and under the leadership of that swordsman, the figures swayed rapidly.
Chapter completed!