Yu Bu gritted his teeth and led his troops to approach the city three miles in front of the city. Another short spear exploded in the air. The hazy water mirror of galena-colored mercury seemed to be full and full of food and drink. He burped and dissipated like a curling blue smoke, revealing the calm young master of Confucian robe behind the water mirror.

The short spear thrown from a closer distance is still faster than the speed of the upward movement. The three-edged blood groove on the short spear pulled out a shrill roar in the air. The young man from the Confucian robe finally did not look down on others anymore, but used a breath of energy in his chest to defend against the enemy, and raised a finger with great face.

The index finger suddenly turned into a green jade color, and the fingertips against the tip of the short spear facing him. In an instant, the short spear was like a ignited firecracker burst into powder inch.

The spear like a locust stopped, and there was no scratch on the jade-colored fingertips.

Yu Bu, who was about to fight desperately, bit his tongue in fear. Is this a saint of the flesh?

Is there any more to fight?

The wind whistled under the beast's hooves, blew up a few black silks in Chang Xi's temples. He slowly closed his eyes and vaguely remembered that the last time he was facing a similar situation, he was still killing the rain at Guanyin Mountain when he was just starting out. It turned out that so long had passed without realizing it.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly he was wondering whether Cheng Yao was doing well now.

Yu Bu, who lost more than half of his men's men's clothes before he met this Confucian robe, was already anxious and attacked his heart. The magical powers at the bottom of the box were attached to the knife, which was as powerful as splitting mountains and cracking the earth. No matter what kind of body you become a saint or a mysterious person, you should eat grandpa's knife first and then discuss other things!

There was no amazing momentum. The man in the Confucian robe with slightly closed eyes held the false sword in his hand, took a step forward gently, and held the hilt-shaped hand and handed it forward gently.

The hustle and bustle in front of the city gate stopped for a moment, and then it soared into the blue sky.

I have a long song full of sword energy.

The three hundred people thrown into the sky turned into blood rain and poured on the earth, and the yellow sand stained blood and muddy.

The huge battlefield, no matter how enemies and we are, were shocked, so we couldn't speak.

Jiang Meisheng was instantly beaten to hell from heaven. The five generals who suffered a lot under the sword of the black armored woman saw that the people he had worked hard for many years turned into flesh and blood all over the ground. He immediately lost his mind and was picked up by the terrifying black sword of high grade in the hands of the black armored woman. His heart was pierced by the sharp sword in the blink of an eye. His body, which was not human-shaped, fell into the air.

A black-armored woman with a colder heart than King Yama walked towards the corpse, cut open Jiang Meisheng's chest with a sword, blocked the filthy flesh and blood, and sneered: "Why are you worthy of a heart with the same color as us?"

Cao Zhi wore a tulle that was as good as nothing and fought with the man wearing a heavy butcher armor several times. Cao Zhi was proud of her two unique techniques of "stripping silk" and "stripping cocoons". From her lifetime to death, she had been wandering under the man's body, somehow she could "stripping silk" the restless blood in the other person's body like a training exercise. After evacuating the blood, she would "stripping cocoons" her whole body and slowly enjoy it.

In order to practice such evil techniques that violate the laws of nature, countless miserable women and men in Langya County were stripped of their cocoons and made them into ornaments in her backyard.

Cao Zhi glanced at the "Dragon Vessel", where there was a man she wanted to torture with the cruelest silk-pulling technique in her life before entering her mouth.

The blood in the corpse around the gauze woman was "screwed" and floated densely beside her like a red rope. The woman flicked her fingers and the red rope jumped up like a poisonous snake.

A soldier who was alone in Yanzi Camp responded a little slower. He was bypassed by a red rope and penetrated his fragile neck that happened to be exposed. The red rope skillfully peeled off his body, and immediately blood burst out from the Futu Armor. The life that was still alive for a breath was gone. The Futu Armor, who had lost the support of the physical skeleton, knelt down heavily, but he would rather die than die!

The soldiers of Yanzi Battalion quickly joined forces to deal with the evil red rope, and at the same time destroyed the coordinated formation of the evil woman and the enemy, and the head of the battalion dealt with her personally.

The feminine spiritual power in Cao Zhi's palm danced the red rope to cover the burly man in front of him who dared to compete with her alone. The burly man was shocked by the feminine but powerful red rope. His cultivation was several steps away from the exposed woman, but how could the iron body forged by the harshest tempering and horizontal refining method that had ever been experienced so easily?

The burly man shrouded in the shadow of the heavy armor in Futu was really a terrible person. No matter how Cao Zhi, who was almost the same as the naked one, could not extract the blood and energy of the man. She couldn't help but look strange. Is this guy a man?

Yan Kun, who was born as a Xiunu, only to serve the Lord, sneered constantly after the armor and was shameless and shameless. Do you really think he is invincible?

The man who personally came out of the county governor on the "Dragon Vessel" was finally impatient. He threw his right hand and a golden rainbow crossed the battlefield and headed straight for the man in the Confucian robe.

The golden Changhong was shot with a sharp spear. Before the gun arrived, she was determined to go first. A strand of hair on the forehead of the Confucian man was squeezing off with a sharp spear. He turned his body to give way to Changhong.

Xue Tu smiled sneeringly. How could he not know that the man who guarded the city alone was the mastermind behind the Cave You tribe? Although several subordinates of this man had some abilities that could attract him, as long as this guy in the back of the Nascent Soul realm chose to bow his head, the overall situation was decided.

He didn't mind showing his true strength in the second half of the God Transformation Realm.

The golden rainbow passed by the man in Confucian robe. Just when everyone thought that the golden rainbow would break into the city, the rainbow stopped beside the man in Confucian robe without warning. A powerful blue jade hand grabbed the gun without moving.

The man in the Confucian robe did not even take a step back, and it was as solid as a god.

The golden spear with a high grade was bent and kneaded randomly in Chang Xi's hands, and finally melted into a pool of golden soup, flowing on the ground from the gaps of his fingers. Chang Xi looked up and smiled. The sound was not loud, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears on the battlefield.

"Mr., if you have no other means, please leave your storage bags for the three thousand troops, and then go back wherever you come from."

Chang Xi said seriously harmlessly: "I am here with an olive branch, and I would like to ask the county magistrate not to let the olive branch slide out of my hands."

Xue Tu finally laughed furiously, and stepped on the dragon carriage with one foot. The dull sound of the earth shook the noise of the battlefield for a while. The body-refining monk who resisted the eighteen bars exploded into blood mist. The burly man with bright armor did not control the air but was down to earth. One and a half steps, rumbling like thunder rolling on the ground. The yellow sand road twenty miles in front of the city gate was shaken out of countless cracks by the brute force under the feet of Xue Tu. He was single-handedly comparable to the power of heaven!

Chang Xi's Confucian robe without dust was automatically windless, and the sea of ​​blood boiled in his chest, echoing a dragon roar that was even more thrilling than the thunder of blood slaughtering his feet. The shadow of the ink-difference golden dragon entrenched high behind him, and the Vajra's Nirvana body was revived for a long time.
Chapter completed!