At this moment, Chenzhou's servant army and Tanzhou's servant army were strangled together.

The Tanzhou Servant Army has just rotated a batch, while the Chenzhou Servant Army has been recharging its strength since the war began.

The two sides can be said to be at odds with each other!

If there is no external interference, the two sides should be evenly matched.

But Yesong is here.

With one sword strike, he looked a little confused and slashed with the sword.

It seems that I want to test the power.

Then, more than twenty Chenzhou servants in front fell.

Just a random sword strike!

It's like being as relaxed and freehand as a puff of your sleeves.

More than twenty people were gone.

The Tanzhou servant army cheered for joy.

The opponent was dumbfounded.

How to fight this?

Military morale begins to float!

Lan Jian shouted: "Brother, something is not good!"

Suo Yun shouted: "Whoever dares to retreat will be killed!"

A general turned back and said: "We can't stop it!"

Suo Yun chopped the man with a knife and said with a ferocious smile: "Ye Ye is standing here. If anyone dares to retreat, Ye Ye will kill him!"

Lan Jian also shouted: "Are you going to be killed by your own people, or are you going up to gain wealth?"

But the military spirit was still uncontrollably restless.

Just like a child encountering a strong adult, his morale is gone.

At this moment, a figure flew past.

"It's Huang Linxiong who is with you!" Lan Jian said happily.

"You have to block it!" Suo Yun whispered.

He has no way out, he will be hacked to death if he surrenders, or he will be hacked to death if he runs away. Suoyun has the temperament of a gambler in his heart, and under such circumstances, he is willing to gamble with his own life.

If you win the bet, you will be a loyal dog in Lord Jun's eyes and be reused from now on.

If you lose the bet, wouldn't you die?

No matter where you go, you will die, but there is still hope of giving it a try!

Lin Feibao flew past amidst everyone's attention.

A red-eyed Tanzhou servant army howled and rushed towards him.

Ye Songqia waved his sword lightly at this moment.

Boom!

The body of the servant flew out violently, and when it landed, there was no sound at all.

Ye Song stared at Lin Feibao, and without changing his sword, he swept past Lin Feibao with a scream.

stop!

Amidst the sharp whistle of the sword, Lin Feibao tightened his grip on the iron rod and whipped it hard.

Is that okay?

Yang Xuan held back his nervousness and watched.

Suddenly, he regretted it.

I felt that I should invite Ning Yayun, but then I thought that Ning Yayun seemed to prefer the profession of piano player now. She was very dissatisfied with her own cultivation. She wished she could find someone to come and prick her body.

.

Then, An Siye can do it too!

Yang Xuan is struggling here, but he has already encountered it over there.

Peng!

A strong wind burst out from the middle of the fight between the two.

The dozens of sergeants nearby didn't even have time to howl in agony, so they quietly rolled out.

Others fell to the ground.

The dust filled the air and gradually dissipated.

The two people stood five steps away from each other.

Ye Song held a long sword, pointed at the ground, and said with a smile: "What a tyrannical man!"

Lin Feibao held an iron rod in his hand, with a deep sword mark on the iron rod.

He said coldly: "Ru'an's master?"

"I heard that the evil disciple is at Yang Gou's place?"

"Old dog!"

Lin Feibao kicked his feet and arrived in front of Ye Song.

The iron rod slammed down.

Watching Ye Song, who looked about forty years old, swing his sword.

The two of them strangled each other, and wherever they went, everyone evaded in embarrassment.

The masters who followed met the Horned Dragon Guard.

Both sides are also fighting each other.

For a moment, there was the flash of swords and the roar of iron bars.

The strength of those masters varied greatly. Some were able to hold off the Horned Dragon Guard, while others were hit by several sticks until they vomited blood and fled in embarrassment.

"How is it?" Yang Xuan's cultivation level... can only be said to be average, and he can't tell the difference between the two of them now.

I could only look at Tu Shang helplessly.

Tu Shang looked at it and said, "I don't know either."

He is a battle formation marksman, and it is really hard to see through the fight between such masters.

"Can't you see through Tu Gong's cultivation?" He Lianyan asked.

Tu Shang said calmly: "The two people who took action are both higher in cultivation than me."

Boom!

Lin Feibao whipped Ye Song away with a stick. Just when Yang Xuan was happy, Ye Song fell from the air and slashed Lin Feibao back two steps with a sword.

"This is not a serious method of cultivation!" Ye Song fell down and took a breath.

Lin Feibao sneered, "You have reached this level of cultivation, not to mention the top, but it is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary monks. Why do such experts come to Tanzhou to work hard?"

You can't hire such a good person from ordinary people.

Even if you invite him, it would be impossible to expect him to break the formation for you.

Master!

You have to be cool!

Otherwise who respects you?

Ye Song sighed, "I'm getting old, and my disciples are not filial, so I'll come to Tanzhou to hang out. I want to take a chance to go out, what do you think?"

"I have a way here."

"What way?"

"The Netherworld Road to the Underworld! Do you want to go?"

Ye Song glanced around and saw that except for a few of the experts, most of them were retreating steadily.

"No discussion?"

"No negotiation!"

"Your defensive ability surprises me, but if I attack with all my strength..."

"Master!"

I don't know when Ru'an appeared behind me.
To be continued...