Chapter 112: Demonic Magic
The moment when the red-turbaned warrior was stunned.

Bang!
Zhou Hu seized the opportunity. He endured the pain, quickly gathered strength in his right fist, and delivered a powerful uppercut that hit the red-turbaned warrior's jaw hard.

The punch was so powerful that the red-turbaned warrior was knocked into the air, then flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground in the distance, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"The head of the family and the mistress are here! Brothers, follow me and kill them!!!"

Zhou Hu struggled to get up from the ground, his face was covered with sweat and blood, but his eyes were shining with determination. He picked up the weapon that had fallen to the side, spat out a mouthful of blood, and shouted loudly with all his strength.

This loud shout, like a horn on the battlefield, instantly ignited the fighting spirit of the guards.

"kill!!"

The guards responded one after another, cheering themselves up, waving their weapons and engaging in a more intense battle with the Red Scarf Army. Their shouts echoed in every corner of the battlefield.

Seeing this, Mo Yanqiu moved and jumped high. Her dragon scale armor covered her entire body in mid-air, like a god of war descending.

boom!
There was a loud bang, the ground sank, and the surrounding dust and gravel were blown away, forming a huge shock wave.

All the non-entry warriors within dozens of meters were shaken up, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, the red-turbaned farmers in the sky fell like dumplings, and the red-turbaned farmers' formation was instantly in chaos.

Such a shocking scene dealt a great blow to the morale of the Red Scarf farmers. They originally thought it was just an ordinary battle to massacre the rural spirits, but they did not expect to encounter such a powerful opponent.

At the same time, Zhou Qingshan also pulled his "Feihong Treading Snow Bow" to its full extent. An arrow shot out with the sound of breaking through the air, together with Mo Yanqiu, and directly hit the red-turbaned warrior. The arrow was so fast and powerful that the red-turbaned warrior who was hit did not even have a chance to react, and was directly nailed to the ground, motionless.

"How is it possible?!! How can such a powerful person exist in a rural spiritual realm?!"

An expression of disbelief and horror appeared on the face of the red-turbaned warrior. Looking at his companion nailed to the ground, he knew in his heart that if this arrow had been aimed at him, he would also have died.

The nearby red-turbaned warriors looked at each other, hesitation and fear in their eyes, and the bloodthirsty desire in their eyes faded, and they sobered up. Their fighting will was collapsing bit by bit, their hands and feet began to feel cold, and the thought of retreating surged in their hearts.

Mo Yanqiu was wearing a black armor with dragon scales, charging forward, waving the spear in his hand like a violent storm, taking away several lives with every swing.

Even if three or five warriors joined forces, they could only barely fend off one or two attacks, not to mention that they had to be constantly alert to Zhou Qingshan's cold and accurate arrows. With the joint efforts of the two, hundreds of the Red Scarf group died in a short period of time, including four or five inbound warriors.

There is already a trend of defeat.

The eyes of the red-turbaned farmers were no longer filled with the enthusiasm for fighting, but with fear of death and cowardice towards unknown strong men.

The red-turbaned warrior who was chasing the Thunder Knight saw this and became very anxious. He shouted loudly, "General Zuo!"

A red-turbaned warrior in armor and an old man holding a staff stood out from behind the crowd. His eyes were full of determination and coldness, and he shouted an order:

"Anyone who retreats in battle will be killed immediately!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and chopped off the head of a warrior who wanted to escape from the fight as a warning to others.

This action immediately frightened the other Red Scarf warriors and farmers. They stopped and stood where they were, holding bamboo spears and trembling as they watched the black-armored warriors wreaking havoc in all directions.

Another red-turbaned warrior who was attacking Zhou Shiqi's barracks heard the shout and immediately gave up the fight with Zhou Shiqi. He then quickly moved towards where Mo Yanqiu was, preparing to join forces to get rid of this dark soldier who was invincible on the battlefield.

Under the threat of death and the command of the warriors, the Red Scarves began to surge again.

This armored warrior, the strongest among the Red Turbans, also held a heavy spear and roared as he rushed towards Mo Yanqiu.

However, when the two forces clashed on the battlefield, after only one round, the armored warrior felt the terrifying force coming from the weapon. His arm trembled slightly under the heavy blow, his knuckles were painful, and even the spear shaft almost slipped out of his hand.

Although the armored warrior was brave, he seemed powerless in front of Mo Yanqiu. Every attack of his was easily blocked by Mo Yanqiu, and Mo Yanqiu's counterattack forced him to go all out and retreat step by step.

If the other two red-turbaned warriors had not come to his rescue in time, he might have been defeated long ago.

But at this time Gao Feixue and Zhou Hu also gathered beside Mo Yanqiu to share the pressure, and the Thunder Knight was also rushing into the crowd around him.

"Ghost Flame Fireball!!"

At the back of the group of red scarves, the old man holding the staff was shocked to see Mo Yanqiu so brave, and he muttered something. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he began to use his secret method.

An unsettling wave began to spread in the air around him. The corpses on the ground began to change under his spell, and black smoke continued to emerge. The black smoke condensed in the air and transformed into skulls. These skulls, with ghostly howls and ferocious faces, pounced on Mo Yanqiu.

The skull seemed to have no substance and went straight through the bodies of several red-scarf farmers in front. All of a sudden, those red-scarf farmers who were pierced seemed to have their vitality sucked away, and their bodies withered instantly and turned into mummies.

The skull absorbed their vitality, becoming more solid and powerful, with a dark green evil light flashing in its eyes.

fire!
Mo Yanqiu didn't panic at all when facing these skulls rushing towards her. Red blood and strength burst out, and she swung the spear in her hand even more violently. Every shot was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, smashing several approaching skulls into pieces, which fell to the ground and emitted a sizzling green smoke.

However, apart from appearing to shrink a little, these skull heads seemed to have no effect at all. After being shattered, they quickly re-condensed in the black smoke and continued to attack.

"Witchcraft?!"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Qingshan quickly took out the evil-repelling mark left by Sun Wandong from the Yunding chessboard world.

He placed the mark on his weapon, and the "Feihong Treading Snow Bow" emitted a holy white light. He then pulled the bowstring again and aimed at the old man who was casting evil spells at the back.

The old man was obviously not an easy man to deal with. His strength should not be underestimated. He had been alert to Zhou Qingshan's actions. Seeing Zhou Qingshan's arrow coming, he quickly activated his evil magic, and a skull head condensed in mid-air, trying to intercept the shining arrow.

Bang!
The arrow streaked through the sky like a meteor and pierced through the skull. The spiritual power contained in it exploded at the moment of penetration, blowing the skull head into pieces, turning it into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating in the air, never to be restored again.

But the power of the arrow was greatly weakened, and the old man managed to dodge it.

As the skull shattered, the old man's face turned pale as if he had been hit hard. It was obvious that this high-level evil technique had consumed a lot of his energy. He looked at Zhou Qingshan through the chaotic crowd, his heart filled with horror:

"How can the lord of this rural land have the power of spiritual weapons?!"

The old man knew that the situation was extremely unfavorable to him, so he immediately activated his special magic. The remaining skeleton heads let out shrill screams in the air and turned to pounce on Zhou Qingshan, trying to use the advantage in numbers to eliminate Zhou Qingshan, the biggest threat, first.

"Master, be careful!" Gao Feixue chopped off a red-turbaned warrior and exclaimed when he saw this scene.

Zhou Hu also noticed the crisis here. He forcibly pushed away the two Red Scarf Warriors who were entangled with him and struggled to get closer to Zhou Qingshan.

Zhou Qingshan sat on the black dragon horse, facing the skull head rushing towards him, his expression unchanged. He took off the magic gourd hanging from his waist.

The gourd seemed to come alive in Zhou Qingshan's hand, generating a strong suction force that instantly sucked the surrounding skulls into it.

Every time a skull was sucked in, a faint golden light would flicker on the surface of the gourd, as if it was devouring and purifying these evil creatures.

When the old man saw this scene, he was horrified that the skull head's innate magical power would be swallowed by the gourd in Zhou Qingshan's hand.

"No, that's impossible!"

The old man screamed, his face full of reluctance and panic. He tried his best to recall the remaining skulls, but they were sucked in one by one like dust under the suction of the magic gourd and disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Qingshan put away the magic gourd, and with his eyes fixed on the old man's position. He knew that this old man was the leader of the Red Scarf Group and the key to their continued fighting. As long as he was eliminated, the Red Scarf Group's offensive would collapse.

An arrow was nocked and the Feihong Taxue bow was fully drawn again. Silver-white light ignited on Zhou Qingshan and Mo Yanqiu's bodies at the same time. A layer of dazzling white light condensed on the arrow. He aimed at the old man's position, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

The old man felt the murderous intent on Zhou Qingshan's arrow, and an unprecedented fear surged in his heart. He began to flee in panic, trying to avoid this fatal attack.

However, because the evil magic he cast was broken by Zhou Qingshan's magic gourd, the ensuing backlash slowed down his movements by half a beat, and he was unable to effectively avoid Zhou Qingshan's arrows.

call out!
Finally, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the arrow pierced the old man's head and nailed his body to the ground, and the dust settled.

"Zuo Shuai is dead!!"

I don't know who shouted first, but the warriors and farmers of the Red Scarf group witnessed this scene and became greatly disturbed. Their morale collapsed in an instant and their will to fight was completely destroyed.

Faced with the unstoppable Zhenyue Spear of Mo Yanqiu who activated the 'power of the mind', the warriors of the Red Scarf group found it even more difficult to resist. After only ten rounds, two warriors were killed on the spot, and another warrior was captured alive with his legs broken.

Mo Yanqiu rushed into the crowd recklessly, and relying on the vision marks provided by Zhou Qingshan, he killed or injured the warriors wearing leather armor.

The defeat of the Red Turbans was irreversible.

(End of this chapter)