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Isn't this the power of North Liao, Eagle Claw door? Looking at the fire, it was either the Sect Leader or an Elder. What was going on? Was his judgement wrong? He hastily ordered the archers to prepare themselves, and the riders immediately went forward to surround him. He leaped up, and a ray of light shot out from the sword in his hand.

Ding! Ding! Ding! After a dozen blows, the two of them were unable to determine the victor. The old man's eyes shot out a ray of cold light. His two claws suddenly released a puff of green smoke, and once again, pounced in front of State Stabilizing General like an eagle. State Stabilizing General's face turned ugly once again.

Black Blood Claw.

This was one of the top martial arts of the Eagle Claw Sect. Only a top class master would be able to practice it. From the looks of it, this man had definitely mastered it. His own hand was only a bit of a top tier backer, so he was afraid he wasn't this person's match. State Stabilizing General was anxious. However, he quickly calmed down and was unable to solve the problem.

The State Stabilizing General had no time to pay attention to the other battles, while the encirclement of archers and cavalry was in a daze. They had beaten the crap out of Haiti, causing it to roll and tumble. There was simply no room for them to interfere at all.

Wei Tian had been saved by a high-ranking officer.

The crown prince was still hiding in the carriage and did not come out. His two guards were barely supporting the other party, but from the looks of it, he did not look too optimistic. His side had been too careless. Even though the long army had gone through the valley, he still didn't know how to be on guard. It was really unlucky to have been taken advantage of just like that.

Originally, he had sent scouts to scout the area within a radius of 10 miles, but those scouts were all in charge of the territory, so the State Stabilizing General wanted to use this opportunity to temper his son. Now that he couldn't even wake up from his injuries, the State Stabilizing General was slightly angry in his heart. Moreover, amongst the huge army of one hundred thousand, who would dare to compete with Sun Tiger?

However, today, a group of audacious Sun Tiger cultivators had come to compete. He wanted to let them know what kind of person was strong!

The two guards of the crown prince were thrown to the ground by his fists. If State Stabilizing General saw them, he would definitely recognize that it was the sixty-four iron fist techniques of the Iron Fist Family of North Liao, which created a great reputation in the North Liao. People called it the Iron Fist Family, which meant that the Iron Fist Family, and the Eagle Claw Sect were two of the top two martial arts families with extremely high North Liao. Who would have thought that they would actually spend such a large amount of resources?

Wei Tian sat on the horse with great difficulty. The blood on his chest was already covered, but there was still a large amount of blood seeping out. At that time, there was no hemostatic medicine, and in the barracks, the situation was urgent, so they could only make do with it. Mighty Heavenly was someone that the State Stabilizing General valued the most, and he would usually take care of some of the world's most important matters. He also recognized the iron fist and the eagle claw. His expression turned even more unsightly. There was no war between the two armies. Their side had already lost their forces. His attack was disadvantageous!

After the man with the iron fist had knocked down the two guards, the surrounding soldiers were all dumbfounded. What should they do? The person inside is the crown prince? However, they knew more about the grudge between Wu Wang, State Stabilizing General and the crown prince. He didn't know what to do.

"Shoot!"

Someone shouted. And so, ten thousand arrows were fired at the same time!

Mr. Ironfist suddenly saw a black cloud flying over from the sky. The black cloud didn't go anywhere and just flew above his head, instantly enveloping his entire body. Mister Tie Fist suddenly stopped in his tracks. He shouted and used some unknown movement with his hands to create an air wall in front of him. Those who shot accurately hit the air wall, but those who shot inaccurately hit the crown prince's carriage.

Those who weren't able to make the shot turned ashen. What if the Crown Prince's carriage got shot through by his own arrow? Would he still need to live after injuring the crown prince? The carriage instantly shot north like a hedgehog, and the man in black also instantly became the ocean of arrows, while he himself was trapped inside.

There was a burst of silence, and the surrounding tens of thousands of soldiers were dumbfounded. Isn't this a dragon? The Crown Prince didn't die under the hands of others, but he died under the hands of one of his own men. If word of this got out, it would make the Crown Prince laugh.

The only ones left on the battlefield were State Stabilizing General and one of the Eagle Claw Sect's black clothed men. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Mr. Ironfist threw his head back and laughed out loud. He swung his fists in the air, and the arrows surrounding him all fell to the ground, broken. Mr. Ironfist punched out, producing a sound as if the air was being torn apart. Everyone was dumbfounded once again. What's wrong with this person? Did he think that he wasn't satisfied with the punch and wanted to vent his anger by using the carriage?

A brother at the side immediately scolded, "Idiot. He wants to cut off the crown prince's head! "

"Ah, then what should we do?"

"It's a pleasure!" You can beat it! Hurry up and lie on the ground and pretend to be dead! " As a result, the neighboring fellows successively died in agony.

Mr. Ironfist's iron fist landed on the carriage as if it was his wish. Unfortunately, the carriage made a series of crackling sounds and the arrows that were shot at the carriage fell to the ground one after another like rain. However, Mr. Ironfist was dumbfounded. His punch was actually blocked, giving him the feeling that it was hitting a metal plate. He focused his eyes and sure enough, a layer of metal fell with a crackling sound. This carriage was actually made from fine iron.

One of the brothers who had pretended to die was lying on the ground, his eyes were observing the battlefield. Seeing this situation, he immediately got up, pushed and kicked his surroundings, "Quickly get up, the crown prince is f * cking making iron carriages. Playing with us. I said how to use eight horses. And here I thought he was putting on airs? So that's how it was. Quick, aim and shoot again! " This person's arrow had already locked onto Mr. Ironfist.

Like a long line of arrows, he shot towards Mr. Iron Fist. Mr. Iron Fist was originally facing the carriage, but his back was facing them. This was the opportunity this brother had drawn with this arrow. The moment the arrow was shot, his face turned red. He began fantasizing about how the arrow would pierce his heart and how the man in black would fall to the ground.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Another three arrows flew out. It was also aimed straight at the back of Mr. Ironfist's heart.

Three in the front, three in the back, four in the form of three long dragons, came running to the back of Iron Fist. Four in the front, three in the back, four in the form of three long dragons, came running to the back of Iron Fist. Mr. Ironfist didn't seem to notice the arrow at all.

He was still trying to open the iron carriage.

The moment the arrows from the four of them were shot out, the archers woke up from their stupor. All of them nocked their bows and nocked their arrows, shooting out bloody iron fists. This time, the number of arrows turned into a black cloud once again. It suppressed the iron fists with a heavy black pressure.

Everyone looked at their arrows in a daze, as if they were holding a crop of chicken. Closer. Closer …

Bang!

Everyone fell down once again, but it still didn't hit. Iron Fist executed the same move once more. With a twist, all of the arrows that filled the sky fell to the ground in defeat.

Iron Fist gasped for breath as he realized that something was going to happen if he dragged this on. After taking in a deep breath, his stomach felt like it was being deflated. In front of everyone's eyes, the vinegar-like fist had suddenly become unreal, and it struck towards the carriage at an extremely slow speed.

Everyone looked at the unreal fist approaching the carriage and held their breath.

"Stop —"

A phoenix cry resounded in the sky. No one could be seen. A long whip flew across the air and attacked the iron fist like a raging dragon. The power of Ironfist suddenly accelerated, but the feeling it gave others was not as strong as before. That was because he had retracted part of his inner force.

The fist that retracted some of its Qi slowly turned. It was no longer attacking the carriage but at the whip that appeared in the air. Only now did everyone clearly see what was behind the whip. After taking a clear look, everyone was stunned once more.

F * ck!

It was actually a woman with a face covered in white sand. Her figure gracefully floated in the air. Ling Bo was just like a fairy as she arrived, saving the Crown Prince from hanging upside down.

All the soldiers shouted in their hearts, "Why is it not me in the carriage!?"