Chapter 164

"Don't bother you, Zhao Daoyou. Dare to go out with us!"

Old Zhuang also interposed at this time, looking solemn.

Zhao Hu smiled: "I just don't think this place can do anything. Since you two are so eager to die, I will help you."

Then he saw a light on his body surface and rushed out into the distance.

On the front battlefield.

The two sides have been feuding for a long time, and they have fought countless wars. Now there is no nonsense at first sight, even if they fight together.

The long guns hit each other with blood and flesh.

Countless bodies suddenly appeared on the withered and yellow plain, but more were the two sergeants fighting in blood.

"Kill!"

A soldier of the state of Jiang was red eyed, holding the long gun in his hand, and stabbed at an enemy in front of him. The man didn't respond well. He was stabbed by the long gun and sprayed blood on the sergeant's face.

However, before the sergeant of the state of Jiang could pull out the long gun, the pupils in his eyes were quickly lax.

A long gun was shot obliquely from his lower abdomen, and scarlet and hot blood was dripping on the tip of the gun.

Similar scenes continue to be staged in this chaotic battlefield. The bloody gas mixed with the smell of gunsmoke floats everywhere. The wind is mixed with the sound of killing and howling.

Jiang Huang did not charge directly. Tens of thousands of troops still followed him, standing outside the battlefield and watching quietly.

"It's almost time for you to worship. Please help our country Jiang."

"Your Majesty is serious."

"Don't worry, we will make those Qi Fengguo guys come and go!"

Seven men rode on both sides of emperor Jiang, talking and laughing, full of confidence.

The task given to them by Emperor Jiang is to establish sufficient advantages for the army, which is really simple for them, and there will not even be any danger.

Several shouts came out, and the men immediately rushed out with their horses, with awe inspiring killing intention.

The Qi of monks is far more than that of ordinary people. In this huge battlefield, when these monks appear, several spiritual forces rush into the sky and occupy an area respectively.

The one-sided massacre has begun!

These friars are all in the second territory. They can only turn their hands against ordinary people, even trained troops.

Various auras kept flying. With the scream of Qi Fengguo's sergeant, the balance of the war gradually tilted.

Almost all the sergeants in Jiang state instinctively stay away from those areas to avoid being affected.

"Boom!"

"Turn over the mountain and print!"

A monk's eyes were wide open and his hands suddenly pressed forward. The earthy yellow power covered it and kept winding around, emitting a strong, thick and heavy air.

With the palm of his hand pressed down, a very light virtual shadow suddenly appeared in the void in front. After staying in the air for a moment, he immediately fell down with great speed, pressing out a big pit seven or eight meters long on the ground.

A group of sergeants lay in the pit, their mouths and noses were full of blood. Although they were not dead, they also lost their combat effectiveness.

"Hey, hey, this powerful large-scale killing move is really easy to use. Combined with the spirit stone given by your majesty, it seems that there is no difficulty in this task, ha ha ha!"

The friar laughed, took out a spirit stone from his sleeve and held it in his hand. The wisps of spirit spirit were continuously transmitted from the spirit stone to his body to make up for the lost spirit spirit.

The rest of them were almost the same. While recovering their accomplishments with the spirit stone, they fought fiercely, and the spirit power crisscrossed the battlefield.

The big man surnamed Wu was also among them. A long knife flashing black light kept chopping and chopping. The aura on the blade spread and nearly doubled. Every time it was cut, it would bring a lot of spiritual power and vigorous wind, which was extremely fierce.

After these friars began to exert their strength, but with just one cup of tea, the army of Jiang Kingdom gained some upper hand, and the attack became more and more fierce.

However, deserters began to appear in the Qi Fengguo army.

This time, Qi Fengguo's high-level couldn't help it. In the distant army, several figures rushed out quickly.

The man who rushed in front was shrouded in a water blue light curtain. His steps were illusory and his speed was extremely fast, twice as fast as the others.

"Coming!"

As soon as Jiang Huang's pupils contracted, he quickly turned his head and asked, "what's the matter with Yang Xianshi?"

"Your Majesty, master Yang Xian has already entered the battlefield."

"That's good."

Jiang Huangchang breathed a sigh of relief. The reason why he didn't let Yang Xuan join him was to cover up his whereabouts so that he could be surprised and gain the upper hand.

As soon as the man shrouded in the water blue light curtain fled into the battlefield, he stared at the brave man surnamed Wu.

Seeing that his own people had been slaughtered all the time, a look of anger suddenly appeared on his face: "stop! Don't come and die!"

I saw him yell, his hands standing on his chest, constantly pinching gestures, and then a scold. His big mouth opened and spewed out a white mist, making a big man surnamed Wu rush.

The white fog was extremely cold. There were some ice dregs in the air and kept falling to the ground.

The big man surnamed Wu also felt it. His cold hair blew up all over his body and quickly hid aside.

At the same time, among the countless red eyed sergeants, a teenager is quickly interspersed among them.

The boy was only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was thin and inconsistent with the battlefield. However, he had never fought with anyone, but kept rushing towards the big man surnamed Wu.

The boy is Yang Xuan.

As early as when Jiang Huang sent these friars out, he entered the battlefield from another direction, but he always kept a low profile, never killed these friars, but kept avoiding, so no one noticed him.

His speed was too fast. It could be said that he roared past. Before the sergeant on the road reacted, he had disappeared into their sight.

The man shrouded in the water blue light curtain didn't hit, and the whole man jumped up, chanting words in his mouth, ready to pursue again.

Just then, Yang Xuan arrived.

He glanced at the man coldly, took out the immortal sword from behind with one hand, and the hidden momentum was no longer covered and rose into the sky at this time.

The cultivation of the third realm is the top in this competition.

The huge spiritual power rippled around. Yang Xuan's face was frozen and his hands held a sword. The whole person jumped up.

His divine sense was spread out at this time to prevent accidents. The green awn on the immortal sword was very dazzling. At the tip of the sword, a little green fluorescence was dazzling, and spread out a thin green thread several meters long, like a sword.

"I'm sorry, Taoist friend."

Yang Xuan shouted, and the immortal sword cleaved head-on at the man.