Chapter 1192

Lu Wenhuan looked up at the sky and saw that Chu Xuan stepped on the void and knelt down again and again. After three bucks and nine bows, he just got up.

"The gate is open Lu Wenhuan looked at the vast number of tartar cavalry outside Chang'an city. They were already mighty in the smoke and dust. They came with their swords in their hands. Their faces were murderous and their eyes were icy. They gave a big drink to the adjutant behind them.

Wan Jun's eyes, in the eyes of the assistant general's astonishment, LV Wenhuan once again yelled: "open the city gate! I went out of the city to destroy the enemy. "

In fact, LV Wenhuan can fly out of the city completely, but he wants the soldiers to build up a kind of heart to kill the enemy, and he will not be afraid of the enemy, so he will do more than that.

With a creak, the gate of the city opened, and Lu Wenhuan took the lead, followed by tens of thousands of soldiers.

Standing outside the gate of the city, Lu Wenhuan drew his knife and pointed to the tartar army that was coming. He yelled: "follow my commander to kill and capture the enemy chieftain alive."

The soldiers wanted to fight, but when they saw the tartar army like a moving steel fortress, they were afraid and held back.

Lu Wenhuan was angry and didn't say much. He slapped his right hand on the horse, and his body soared into the sky like a sharp arrow, plundering towards the tartar army.

Seeing this, chuxuan was satisfied. With a wave of his sleeve robe, a streamer of light shot to LV Wenhuan. He said, "the true spirit flying sword will be taught to you today."

Starting with Zhenling flying sword, Chu Xuan's mind moved slightly and wiped off his own brand. Lu Wenhuan bit his finger tip in his mouth, and then dropped a drop of real blood. Zhenling flying sword recognized the master.

In the hands of magic soldiers, Lu Wenhuan was bold and courageous. Under the gaze of the two armies, he flew quickly.

Just one person, dare to rush to kill the army, is really an unparalleled maniac.

The soldiers of the Tang army were cold and ashamed, and the Tartars were excited and roared!

The Tartars were all fighting with anger. He was too arrogant. Even if he was a peerless expert, he dared to run into the army alone, there was only one result. He was torn to pieces by thousands of people, and there was no place to die.

With the flying sword in his hand, Lu Wenhuan's heart was hot and his face was frozen. His eyes were cold and he swept the Tartars.

At least 300000 troops were in front of him. They were so powerful that they still could not frighten him!

He had been promoted by Chu Xuan to the late stage of the four pole realm, and there were flying swords in his hand. The army was like a tide in front of him. No matter how many people there were, at the moment, in his eyes, he was just a grass root ant!

To return all the past grievances, we must call on the army of 300000 Tartars to leave a body, which will flow with blood!

"Die!"

Lu Wenhuan's heart was filled with fierce fighting spirit, and his powerful momentum rose abruptly.

The vast spiritual power in the body burst out without reservation, rippling around the body. Little ripples, layers of light waves.

The aura in the air vibrates endlessly, like tide aura, and converges endlessly towards the true spirit flying sword.

Chant!

A shocking sound of sword sound, turned into the sound of dragon, resounding through the world!

The true spirit flying sword is bred by the dragon power and dragon breath sent out by chuxuan. It has already been contaminated with a sound of dragon power!

The spirit is like a tide. It is devoured by the real spirit flying sword. The endless sword Qi bursts out, and the shadow of Dao Dao sword occupies the world.

Lu Wenhuan's heart was moved, and the Dharma in his hand was repeatedly pinched. The endless sword Qi in the void condensed into a golden dragon.

The sword spirit sits on the hilt of the sword and spits out a breath of dragon breath, blessing and sword Qi.

In the void, a sword of hundreds of Zhang long is gathered together. With the blessing of dragon breath, the sword is more powerful!

The empty sword of the wall was not completely formed. However, the huge pressure and momentum turned into waves, which washed the tartar army's blood.