Above the raging fire of the handsome flag, a man in black robe stood, unable to see his face clearly. However, everyone knew the man he pointed at with his sword, and even if he couldn't see clearly, he knew that such a battle helmet and armor was the commander-in-chief of this army, Wang Baobao.

Fang Xian gently pushed the sword, and this time he shook more internal force. Wang Baobao could no longer resist, vomited blood and fainted.

"I originally wanted you to retreat more decently." Fang Xian grabbed Wang Baobao and fled outside.

Immediately, the army shouted in despair overwhelmingly.

"The general is dead!"

"The general was captured!"

"There are evil demons in the Ming Cult!!!"

"The evil demons can eat people!! The general was eaten!!"

"I don't want to be eaten...I don't want to die!!!"

In an instant, the defeat was like a mountain of defeat.

Fang Xian looked back from time to time, and only then did he truly understand how essential the metaphor of defeat is.

Just now, the Yuan army was counterattacked by the Ming army and just slowly retreated. Although they were a little weak, they still held on. But when they saw the Shiqi falling down, they seemed to have suddenly turned from an indomitable soldier back to an ordinary person and no longer had the courage to fight.

In order to run faster, they threw away their armor, threw down their weapons, turned around and ran like refugees.

From a high point, they were like a bunch of ants running desperately; and the Ming army pursuing victory was like a flood, swallowing the ant colony while forcing it to run faster and faster.

Refining these complex and magnificent situations in essence - it is no longer appropriate to defeat the enemy

After a period of pursuit, Zhang Wuji knew that his strength was not enough to support the Ming army, and he was moving forward with his morale alone. He used his last breath to roar of the lion again: "Ming army soldiers! Save people first! No need to chase them again!"

The leader ordered it just right, and they didn't have the strength to chase it, but they wanted to chase it.

For a time, the Ming Cult soldiers shouted loudly, which was the most magnificent battle they had won against the court so far.

Because of the miscellaneous soldiers and generals, there is no same slogan. Sometimes it will be like a thousand years, and sometimes it will be like a unified world, which is so complicated.

In this messy roar, Zhang Wuji struggled.

He felt like he had been drained. Not long ago, he took the biggest risk in his life not when he fought with the Yuan army but before.

Those who are poisoned by Shixiang Ruan Jin San have weak muscles and bones all over their body and cannot use internal force. The higher the internal force, the deeper the poisoning.

Even though he was as strong as Zhang Wuji, he still got this path. This is probably the only poison in the world that can control him. When he was imprisoned, he kept trying various methods, but still made no progress. It can be said that at that time, the two men A and B could really kill him.

During the attempt, Zhang Wuji tried to use the Great Transfer of the Universe. The Great Transfer of the Universe is intended to stimulate the potential of the human body, and it is divided into seven layers in total.

Among the previous leaders, the most common ones were to practice to the fifth level. On the day of training, they would get into a devil and die. The former leader, Yang Dingtian, the arrogant young genius, bumped into his wife and Cheng Kun's affair while practicing the fourth level......

It can be said that the more potential you want to stimulate, the greater the risk. According to the theory in fantasy novels, you cannot withstand that powerful power without a powerful **.

But Zhang Wuji has practiced porcelain to the sixth level!

The Nine Yang Divine Art strengthens the body, whoever practices will know!

But he has not made any breakthrough in this seventh level. Every time he thinks of it, he is restless all over and feels that he is about to spit out the fire, so he dare not practice again.

"Ah?" Wang Baobao was shocked, "You want to let me go? Wouldn't you use me to exchange prisoners with the court?"

"Swap a bird, my love slave is not in the hands of the court." Fang Xian just finished speaking, and was shocked again, "Have the court held a silly girl with long braids recently?"

Wang Baobao said: "There are too many women in the cell, how can I know?"

"That's right, it's right, it's not easy to find..." Fang Xian scratched his head and began to ask, "Who asked you to attack the mountain at this time?"

"That person." Wang Baobao answered quickly, his pupils were clear and he was not vague at all.

"Who?"

"That person!"

"I'm asking you the fuck!"

"That's that person!!"

"I'm looking for a trouser." Fang Xian started to tick his trousers and belts, "Isn't it honest?"

Wang Baobao looked tense and quickly explained: "I don't know who he is. Every time he sent troops or major plans in the past, he would secretly give me some advice and protect me from safety... This is how I am. I will send troops without any disadvantages, and I will be granted official position and be promoted..."

Zhu'er looked at him and Zhong looked out his five fingers: "Do you want me to fuck him a few times?"

Wang Baobao Falls Khan: "Girl..."

"No plug." Zhu'er looked elsewhere.

"It's better to have a good plug, girl." Wang Baobao was about to cry.

"It doesn't seem like a lie," Fang Xian asked again, "Do you know that Zhang Wuji was imprisoned at the top of Guangming."

"I know!" Wang Baobao looked sincere again, "The man asked me to reveal the news that Zhang Wuji was imprisoned in the secret passage to Minmin, and then we will attack the mountain when Minmin will save him."

"Oh?!" Fang Xian said in surprise, "So, Zhao Min is also a chess piece?"

Wang Baobao nodded: "Yes, that person said that after Zhao Min goes, he will arouse conflicts in the Ming Cult. We will wait for the garrison to be stationed on the periphery and wait for Zhu Yuanzhang's troops to march when they move."

"No wonder, the two-wing snatched so accurately." Fang Xian held his chin and finally explained the causes and consequences. Wang Baobao seemed to be just a chess, and there were no clues. "How much do you know about that person?"

"Not much." Wang Baobao looked embarrassed. "When I was a young general at first, he saved me once, taught me some things, and often set up a plan for me and set up rebel soldiers. I went to annihilate them... After a long time, my military merits gradually accumulated... and I also habitually listened to the man's orders."

"How is his martial arts?" Fang Xian asked again.

"Unfathomable." Wang Baobao replied.

"What hairstyle does he have?"

“…………………………I haven’t seen it before.”

"Think about it, this is very important..."

“…………………………………………It seems that the wind blew off his turban one time… It was night, and I couldn’t see it clearly, I just felt it was bright.”

"Is it bald?"

"It seems."

"Well... I probably know who it is." Fang Xian sighed, "It's only possible that it's a girl. This guy actually got involved, it's so terrible."

"Who?" Zhu'er asked.

"It's too troublesome to bother with you." Fang Xian learned about this matter why his father was too lazy to bother with his mother, and asked Wang Baobao, "Are you willing to die in my hands or his hands?"

"Ah?" Wang Baobao was stunned again.

"You are the chess he has carefully cultivated. Unfortunately, it has become a abandoned person when he falls into my hands." Fang Xian said very casually, "After you go back, he no longer knows whether you are his person. Maybe you have been tempted by me... He will kill you and find a chess."

"………………………………………” Wang Baobao felt heartbroken, “He helped me for so long……is that simple reason?”

"Based on his nature, this reason is enough, so you should die in my hands." Fang Xian smiled.

"I don't believe it... You let me go, don't break your promise." Wang Baobao was shocked.

"Okay, go." Fang Xian raised his hand and cut off Wang Baobao's big tie.

Wang Baobao ran out like a ghost.

Fang Xian gave a wink, and Zhu'er understood.

As a result, there was another five-finger hole skull in the world.

"Why do you still have to kill him..." Zhu'er asked while wiping her hands.

Fang Xian picked up the beef again and said, "Save him back and tell the man about my appearance and martial arts? That man doesn't want me to know that he is that man; I don't want that man to know that I am me. But I already know that he is that man, and I guess he will soon know that I am me... Can you understand?"

Zhu'er felt dizzy when she heard it...
Chapter completed!