"This army is not inferior to the Xuan Armored Cavalry of the past. Unfortunately, you are not Zhang Xuanba, nor Hanshan four hundred years ago, but just a Taoist soldier with incomplete spiritual wisdom..."

Gently wiping the trident, Fan Ruyi's expression did not change at all. She glanced at Wang Muzhi in the distance, and then didn't care.

His eyes fell on the dusty ruins.

Fengtian Palace is worthy of the prototype of the magic weapon. Such a violent collision only knocked down the bricks and tiles outside, and the inside was unharmed.

"Fan Ruyi..."

In the smoke and dust, Emperor Qianheng was extremely embarrassed. His sleeves were as white as a tide, but he could not even catch the opportunity to emit the "heart nail".

"Ethnic bag, heart-storing nail... This is naturally a good magic weapon. Not to mention me, Zhang Xuanba may not be able to resist..."

Fanru stood still.

The dense crowds behind him were already rushing up like a tide, not only ordinary soldiers, but also six gates, Jinyiwei, and even masters in the Shence Army.

"It's too much!"

Finally, Emperor Qianheng was furious and could no longer hold back. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the cloth pocket on his waist had already been thrown into the air.

Buzz!

With a buzzing sound, Fan Ruyi's expression changed slightly. At this moment, he felt a crisis for more than ten miles apart, and even suddenly, he felt like his hands and feet were exhausted and his whole body was numb.

But he was prepared for it, and with one step, he had already sank into the earth.

boom!

The next moment, the storm exploded like a group of thunder.

This scene is so terrifying.

Tens of miles away, Wang Muzhi felt his clothes dancing wildly and felt great suction. He looked at him and saw storms everywhere, sand and stones flying everywhere.

In just two moments, everyone who rushed towards Fengtian Palace like a tide disappeared without a trace.

Only Emperor Qianheng was running away at a very fast speed.

"Fan Ruyi, Xu Wenji, Wang Muzhi..."

In the storm, Emperor Qianheng's face turned pale, but he couldn't help but feel a trace of depressedness that had never been seen before.

With the three great magic weapons in hand, if he step into the Martial Saint, then Fan Ru will never be able to escape the power of this magic weapon.

But he is not the Martial Saint, Hanshan, nor is he a complete Martial Saint, but Wang Muzhi only watches on the wall and will not help him.

At this moment, he was extremely shocked and angry.

Thirty years since he ascended the throne, he has never had such a embarrassing time. The honor of a country, surrounded by ministers, was chased and killed in such a embarrassing situation on his own territory.

"His Majesty!"

Behind him was the old minister's scream.

After raising scholars for four hundred years in the Ming Dynasty, he was loyal to him. However, even Liu Jing only resisted for a moment and turned into a walking corpse.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves rolling like thunder came from his ears, and at the same time, the biting chill behind him also disappeared.

He suddenly turned around and saw that there was dust on the other end of the wasteland, and a black line rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, with flags waving.

That is the Ming dragon flag,

It is also the Xuanjia Military Flag!

"Not Zhang Xuanba's Xuan Armored Essence Knight..."

Fan Ruyi stopped.

Looking at the white-haired black armored army, whose army was far less powerful than before, and all the old and weak, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly:

"Zhang Xuanba didn't want to take you out of seclusion even if he died. Why bother?"

"Xiong'an Armor!"

"charge!"

Thousands of white-haired old soldiers shook soldiers and danced flags on the wasteland, and charged forward with a vast army that surpassed the magical strategy.

If there are no generals, they are all soldiers and they will charge.

...

"Xuanjia..."

Emperor Qianheng's expression was in a moment of trance, and then he ran away amid the shouts of many old ministers.

Gradually, there was no sound of horse hooves behind me, no sound of shouting for killing, and no longer the chill that was like a ray of light on my back.

"call!"

A breath of turbid air was exhaled, his face pale. At this moment, his clothes were broken, his crown and boots were lost, and he was in a very embarrassing state.

But he didn't have time to feel sad, so he put up a veterinary bag and a nail in his heart, hid his breath, and clenched somewhere in the bushes.

Trepid ~

Suddenly, he heard the sound of an eagle cry.

If you look out carefully, you will see a huge goshawk cutting through the sky, leaving deep marks, and it is extremely fast.
Chapter completed!