Chapter 142: The Death of Meng Huo and Wang Lang [Please collect it]

Please tell me about Wang Yuanji's attributes

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The dark clouds are pressing down, the sky is dark, the shouts are shaking and screaming......

"Shoot the arrow!" A archer shouted on the arrow tower in a camp fence, and countless arrows shot out from the village. Outside the village, the soldiers rushing forward fell down.

Another fence was blown to pieces by a fierce attack by a general. The general shouted and rushed in first. The countless soldiers behind him were like a torrent that broke through the dike, and found the vent of choice and rushed in. Suddenly, the final protection that the soldiers originally relied on turned into nothingness.

"Kill!" However, a leopard-skinned general with a spear led troops from a distance, but Zhu Rong's brother brought the cave master. The cave master saw the enemy general Zhang Kuang and killed hundreds of people in succession, but his eyes were bloodshot and roared, and he stabbed him with a spear. The two of them drowned together, and the murderous aura suddenly danced like a dragon, and the soldiers on both sides were not allowed to approach him.

There are more than one such situation, and the other is the Mulu King, who is fighting with Cao Xing, and Wu Tugu is also fighting with Tsukii to the point of going crazy. Zhu Rong is also inseparable from the battle with Wang Yuanji; however, the deepest battle circle in the camp is suppressed one-sidedly.

Meng Huo held two thorn hammers and suddenly fought with Wang Lang and Yinmoro ghosts. The flying dragon soared into the sky, the dancing phoenix flew into the clouds, the golden roared, and the iron roared, but it was dazzling for a moment that it was difficult to tell who won and who lost. However, if there were military generals standing by, you could see that although Meng Huo was brave, he was defensive but not attacked.

Meng Huo is a world-class general, and his strength is thirty-foot-class general, and he is hard to win. However, he is a real second-rate peak, and he is enough to stand out for all the heroes. However, his opponent is not an ordinary character. Wang Lang is not inferior to him. If the two fight hard, it is difficult to tell if they don’t make it into three hundred rounds. Now there is another ghost general Yinmoro ghost next to him who is just a little inferior to him. After being besieged by two people, Meng Huo is suppressed even though he is extremely useless to match. Although he roars and roars are shocking, he still has no power to counterattack.

"Menghuo, as long as you are willing to contribute to Lord Lu Zhi, you will continue to be your Nanman King, why should you be so stubborn?" Wang Lang stabbed his sword and persuaded surrender. It was better to distract Menghuo from his attention than to persuade him to surrender.

"Hahaha! Your Wang Lang is a famous scholar in the Central Plains, but he doesn't want to say such a joke. Do you think I am stupid? I have millions of barbarian tribes and countless soldiers. If I voted for Lu Zhi, can I continue to be the King of the Southern Barbarians? I am afraid that I will seize my military power and leave a vacant position to me, otherwise why would I attack me?"

"Hmph! I don't know how to lift up, Lord Wang Lang, let's work together to kill this beast." Yinmoro Ghost snorted coldly, and his huge force penetrated into the spear, but he killed Meng Huo again. Wang Lang heard that, he also used all his strength to fight.

For a moment, the three-person battle circle was intriguing, the Jin soldiers handed over, sparks bloomed, and the blunt weapon hitting sounds buzzing. The soldiers fighting on both sides who stood near each other felt dazzled, their ears roared and deaf, and for a moment they were dizzy and had difficulty standing.

"Kill!" Yinmoro ghost shot like a dragon going out to sea, with its energy tangled and intertwined, and its sound was like a roar. The spear wrapped with ten thousand pounds of force and stabbed Meng Huo hard. Meng Huo's face changed wildly, but he quickly raised his double hammers to resist. However, at this time, he had just fought hard with Wang Lang, but the old power had just left, and the new power had not yet emerged, and he could resist Wang Lang's hard attack. He felt a huge force hit the double hammers, and two

The two huge thorn hammers were unable to hold their hands tightly, and the two huge thorny hammers suddenly ran out of their hands, but they quickly hit Meng Huo's heart. Meng Huo's feet suddenly slighted, and his body, which was not weaker than the bear, flew out several meters like clouds and mist, hitting heavily on the sand. However, with a "puff", he could no longer bear the blood that was about to swell through the chest, and suddenly a bright red blood arrow shot out to the sky. Obviously, he was seriously injured.

However, Meng Huo was obviously not so delicate when he was able to firmly sit in the position of the Southern Barbarian King. Although his chest had collapsed by his own thorn hammer, he still shouted loudly and turned over, which was second to the two of them drowned. The pumpkin hammer in his hand was up and down, left and right, attacking and defending, as if he was alive, but it was even more powerful than before.

"Hmph! The trapped beasts are still fighting!" Wang Lang sneered, but he also fought to the point of great peace. His long sword in his palm danced like a drunken son. He suddenly spitted his letter like a poisonous snake, and drove straight into the void. Sometimes he was like a dragon circling the world, waving his tail up and down in a moment. However, he sent this gentleman's soldier to the extreme, and his every move was extremely elegant. The dew was like spring plums, and the floating snow was like winter snow, showing his outstanding heroic posture.

Although Meng Huo was brave for a moment, he was just a spurt, but soon he slowly began to fall into a disadvantage until he finally felt that the infinite power was slowly disappearing. Meng Huo knew that he had been injured before and was starting to attack, and his strength was gone. If he continued to fight like this, it would be a matter of time before. Thinking of this, Meng Huo couldn't help but gritted his teeth. Seeing Wang Lang's sword stomping like a poisonous snake, he did not resist at all, and let the long sword pierce into his right chest. He groaned, but grinned at Wang Lang, but the thorn hammer in his hand was still hitting Wang Lang like a mountain pressing down on him.

Wang Lang was stunned by Meng Huo's actions, and was startled by Meng Huo's hideous smile. He couldn't react for a moment, and then he looked up and looked at the thorny hammer gradually enlarged in his eyes. He felt his head suddenly hurt, but his consciousness was dead. He could not die anymore.

The Yinmoro ghost had already shot Meng Huo with one force. Although he saw Meng Huo's thoughts, he could not stop the attack and went to rescue for a while. He could only watch Wang Lang being smashed into meat paste by Meng Huo but was powerless. He was shocked and had to attack and shoot with all his strength.

He heard a squirting body, but before Meng Huo could react, he stabbed Meng Huo's waist and eyes with a shot. Although the waist and eyes did not affect their lives, they were at the point of exerting force. He was injured at this time, Meng Huo's face was in a wild manner. He didn't dare to fight any more. He threw down his weapon and turned around and wanted to escape. However, he had run away from the unharmed Yinmoro ghost. He could not run for a few meters. He felt that his heart was together, and a long spear had broken out of his heart. His brain sank, but he no longer had consciousness.

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