The momentum of the army can be broken far beyond the situation of the army!

Whether it is the Overlord or the King of Zhao of the Western Palace, their military situation is limited to eight thousand Xuanjia. If the children lose it, their combat power will be greatly damaged.

Therefore, the death of the domineering emperor.

It is not necessary to break the army!

With a hundred thousand troops outside, he took advantage of the situation, but once the army rushed into the city, even if hundreds of cavalry behind him were seriously injured and dying, he could still pay a certain price to change the situation!

Besides...

"With this punch, no wonder you can make it to the mountains and rivers. What a pity..."

The dragon horse neighed and knelt down but couldn't get up. Yan Dongjun removed all his fists and flew into the air. His spear trembled, and he rolled in with the army. He stabbed out with another shot.

"How many more punches can you punch like this fierce and domineering punch?"

boom!

A hideous laugh echoed inside and outside the city wall.

"It's not good..."

Looking at the fierce and terrifying fist and gun lights, Jiang Wu's expression was tense and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Because the chaotic troops outside the city are approaching.

Tens of thousands of chaotic soldiers rushed over, and the darkness was like a tide. The distance between the distance was already making him unable to breathe.

"grass!"

In just a moment of panic, Jiang Wu pulled off his shirt fiercely, rushed towards the divine arm crossbow, roared fiercely, aimed at the rebels outside the city, and roared:

"Beasts, come on! I won't lose if I kill one, kill two and earn one!"

Boom!

The divine arm crossbow roared like a dragon, roaring and bursting out dozens of arrows with cold light, but at the same time, a loud bang broke out in the city.

Bang!

The guns and fistulas intersect, and ripples arise again.

Yan Dongjun fell into the ground like a meteorite and broke the street. Behind him was a man and a horse was overturned. More than two hundred spirits were coughing up blood and fell off the horse, almost everyone was injured.

Yan Laoliu's face was pale and he was seriously injured and almost died:

"Lord, no, no more fight..."

After dozens of collisions, he did not see the slightest change or weakness of the decapitation knife, but they were almost unbearable.

"I don't believe it!"

He stomped the ground and rose up. Yan Dongjun's hair was spreading, like an angry lion roaring, and his life was full of blood. His spear was red, like a long rainbow piercing:

"Your power is not exhausted!"

call!

Above the sky, golden light is like a waterfall, and blood is bright.

"The momentum of Pojun is indeed extraordinary. Unfortunately, it is not someone who entrusted it."

Yang Yu's ape stretched his arms, opened and closed his five fingers, and absorbed the turbulent wind at his fingertips, and pressed another punch:

"You ask me, how many more punches can I punch?"

boom!

The boxing posture reappears.

Violent, but orderly.

The ups and downs of the boxing posture are like the alternation of yin and yang, the sun and the moon patrol the sky, magnificent, but large but not dispersed. Because it is natural, there are no flaws.

After more than a dozen full-strength collisions, his punch seemed to be much more violent than before!

"die!"

Yan Dongjun's eyes were red, and a byte was spit out. His expression suddenly changed. His light swept over and saw that behind him, two hundred dead spirits were killed.

And Yan Laoliu, who was full of bitterness, was no one, only the dragon horses were terrified and neighed. The remaining elites were all in panic and disintegrated!

"You dare..."

Yan Dongjun's expression changed rapidly, and the bright and colorful boxing marks like golden sun also fell.

Without any collision worth mentioning, the army was dispersed, and the gun light collapsed at once, and a large area of ​​streamer light landed on the ground along with Yan Dongjun.

Dong!

It's like a meteor falling to the ground.

When the tall gate of Yanzhou City reached the bottom, the sound of shouting and killing was as loud as the sky, but they were all overwhelmed by the sound of heavy hammers and drums.

In the midst of the horrifying eyes, the red and golden fist marks hang down, suppressing the surging dust and in full view of everyone.

He hammered Yan Dongjun's head into his chest:
Chapter completed!