"Leave?"

Xiao Ran turned around and glanced at the deputy general coldly, the same thing, outside the east half a month ago, he also said it to Xiao Qingling, who had already been crowned the Dragon King.

Therefore, his choice is the same as Xiao Qingling at the beginning, even if he dies in this Beiling Mountain Pass, he will definitely not take half a step back.

"Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, besides, the city lord has just been awarded the title of Dragon King, and he must need someone like you to assist, isn't it a pity that you die here?"

The deputy general is still a little unwilling, Xiao Ran is second only to Xiao Qingling in prestige among the dragon scale iron horse, so for a military army, Xiao Ran is alive and the dragon scale iron horse is there, if Xiao Ran dies here, Xiao Qingling, who has just been crowned the dragon king, will become the biggest joke of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

"It's a pity that I'm dead, but what about my nearly 500 robes? They don't feel a pity?! Pass on my military order, order all dragon scale iron riders, disarmed!!"

Xiao Ran asked with a sneer, and then gave an order that made the deputy general stunned.

Dragon scales to disarm?

This kind of thing has only happened once since the establishment of the Dragon Scale Iron Horse, and even in the desperate situation outside the East Mountain, Xiao Qingling has never let the Dragon Scale Iron Horse unarm.

Unlike other military troops, when the dragon scale iron cavalry was disarmed, it was not a peaceful season when the horse put the Nanshan sword into storage, but the determination to die.

Armor is life for a warrior, and when the dragon scales are removed, they don't even want their lives!

"Yes!"

The lieutenant clenched his fists violently, but there was no fear of imminent death in his eyes, but a strange kind of fanaticism.

The disarming of dragon scales is a kind of glory for the warriors, especially the dragon scale iron horse, a glory that ordinary people and even ordinary soldiers cannot understand.

After the disarming, the dragon scale iron riders have no name, no origin, no distinction between high and low, they only want to die in the earth-shattering roar of the battlefield.

The lieutenant turned around and got into a black BMW, and then shouted loudly amid the neighing of the war horse.

"The general has an order, all dragon scale iron armor will be disarmed immediately!!"

The sound overshadowed the sound of fighting in the valley, and after hearing the lieutenant's order, the eyes of more than three hundred robes burst into the same fanatical color as the lieutenant general just now.

In the stunned eyes of the Shangyun Kingdom warriors and the remaining sect disciples, those warriors who were already scarred actually untied their armor at this time and went into battle shirtless!

"Haha, I can't imagine that Lao Tzu will also have dragon scales to untie his armor this day, happy!

"My generation is fortunate to be able to meet the dragon scales and disarm, although there is no regret in death!"

What is incomprehensible is that the dragon scale iron rider who has untied his armor seems to have reached a new peak at this moment, and the momentum of all the warriors has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The dragon scale knife in his hand slashed across the stunned Shangyun Kingdom warriors in front of him in an instant, and in an instant, a fierce momentum emanated from the hundreds of people who were surrounded.

Not to mention those ordinary martial soldiers, even those disciples of the sect who are in cultivation, all have the idea of retreating under this momentum.

"Fight to the death?"

On the mountain peak on the side, a big flag with a windward sound stood on the top of the mountain, and below the big flag, there were more than a dozen generals in bright armor, surrounding a middle-aged man with a blue face in the middle.

One of the lieutenants looked at the dragon scale iron rider in the col who had been completely disarmed, and sneered.

"Shut up!"

Chen Wanli glanced at the military general beside him with an arrogant face with a gloomy expression, and couldn't help but feel a feeling of tiredness beginning to spread like a plague in his heart.

In the valley in front of me, there were only 800 people!

And the army under them has more than 100,000 people, among whom there are many disciples of the sect who have cultivated to the highest level, and they are still in this mountain col, taking advantage of the time and place.

But even under such circumstances, more than 100,000 people besieged these hundreds of people, and they had been fighting hard for more than half an hour, and the dragon scale iron cavalry had only lost about half.

But more than 6,000 of his soldiers have died, and this terrifying gap makes Chen Wanli's heart a little hairy.

Eight hundred people are so powerful, if it weren't for the poisonous miasma outside the Yunwu Mountain, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers under the emperor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty would all be killed, not to mention a Shangyun country, even if it was ten, it would definitely not be its opponent.

Another thing that made Chen Wanli's heart cold was that in order to use the power of the sect, they did not hesitate to sacrifice those soldiers who fought on the battlefield for the sake of the dynasty.

On the other hand, the Xuanyuan Empire, in order to cut off the sect's control over the world, did not hesitate to turn against the world's Daomen, and this courage alone is not comparable to the straw bag emperor of Shangyun Kingdom.

"Pass the order, all centurions control their subordinate soldiers, and be ready to retreat at any time!"

Looking at the people fighting in the valley, Chen Wanli frowned, and then said an order that stunned the surrounding lieutenant generals.

"Dashuai, seeing that those hundreds of people have already become turtles in the urn, retreat at this time...... Isn't that right?"

Among the dozen or so lieutenant generals, there are always a few who are not afraid of death.

Just when Chen Wanli's words fell, a deputy general standing behind walked up to Chen Wanli with a disdainful face, and said in a strange manner.

He was born in a wealthy family of the imperial dynasty, so naturally he would not put a military general born with mud legs in his eyes, although he was subservient to Chen Wanli at the moment, but he also understood that with a few courages from Chen Wanli, he would not dare to make himself, the number one prince of Shangyun Kingdom, His Royal Highness!

In Shangyun Kingdom, although Chen Wanli is the royal marshal, but the title is under his grandson Changling, if it wasn't for the advice of the old lady at home before he came, he wouldn't have followed Chen Wanli to this place where there is no.

"Where is Yun Miaowei?!"

Who knows, at this moment, Chen Wanli didn't bother to talk nonsense with his second ancestor at all, and directly burst into cheers, and two phantoms appeared on both sides of Chen Wanli.

"Anyone who does not obey the commander's order will be killed!"

He Chen Wanli has no right to kill the heir of a prince of the imperial domain, but Yun Miaowei is different, as the personal guard of His Majesty the Emperor, even if it is Sun Changling's father, he will definitely not be soft.

"You!!"

After all, Sun Changling was just a gentleman, and he was dismissed by Chen Wanli in front of so many powerful people, so he was naturally a little unconvinced.

It's just that before he could get angry, there was a bone-chilling chill around his neck, and a slender short sword had been firmly placed on his neck when his words fell.

"If you don't want to try the sharpness of the Cloud Spirit Sword, you'd better keep your mouth shut!"

After Chen Wanli finished speaking, he turned around and left directly, and there was a general behind him who carried the battle flag and followed behind Chen Wanli.

Thundered!!

At the moment when Chen Wanli turned around, a thunderous sound came from the sky, and the surging breath made the trees on the surrounding mountains lie on the ground one after another.

"Xiao Ran, are you still alive?!"

There was a ghost cry in the sky, and then a golden ray emitted a raging flame, slamming into the battlefield in the mountain col, and seven or eight sect disciples were burned to ashes by the flames in an instant.

After landing, Han Daxiong was holding an unknown broadsword in one hand, and Feng Haobei, who was already dying behind him, with the other, looking at the shirtless warriors with a surprised expression.

"You're finally here!"

Xiao Ran, who was also shirtless, stumbled in front of Han Daxiong, looked at Han Daxiong, who was covered in blood, and Feng Yubei, who was barely panting behind him, and said with a smile.

"Damn, why is it so miserable? Even my clothes have been stripped off!"

Han Daxiong looked at Xiao Ran, who was covered in blood, and did not care about the changes in the battle situation for the first time, but looked at the shirtless iron horses around him with interest, and asked with a ghostly scream.

"Fart, this ...... This is the dragon scale disarming!"

Feng Haobei, who was already dying behind Han Daxiong, was forced to wake up angrily by Han Daxiong's mallet.

Everyone in the world knows the allusion of the dragon's scales and disarming, and I'm afraid even the children in the countryside have heard of it, but when it comes to Han Daxiong's mouth, it completely changes its taste.

Although Han Daxiong was now scarred, his domineering appearance still suppressed the surrounding martial arts and sect disciples, and for a while, the valley with the sound of killing actually quieted down.

"I said, what about the rest!"

Just when Xiao Ran was about to explain to Han Daxiong why he had even stripped off his clothes, Xiong Wushuang, who was holding a blood-drinking knife in both hands, walked up to a few people, slammed the long knife in his hand into the ground, and asked breathlessly.

Judging from this guy's expression, even in the middle of Huading, it was quite difficult for him to hold the blood-drinking knife that had been fused with Feng Haobei's bloodline.

"All the people in the Xuanmen will be handed over to you, and the rest will be left to me!"

A bloody sneer appeared on the corner of Han Daxiong's mouth, and then he glanced at the crowded mountain col.

When his eyes swept over those sect disciples, he unconsciously brought a trace of pity, these sect disciples with eyes above the top must not know that this guy in front of him is a ruthless character who can tear even the thunder of the sky.

"That's it?"

Xiong Wushuang had already captured all the aura of those sect disciples mixed in the crowd almost with a thought, and feeling those weak breaths, Xiong Wushuang suddenly lost any interest.

"Among these hundreds of thousands of troops, there are many masters in the early stage of Daoxuan, and you still need to be more careful!"

If it was Feng Haobei or Han Daxiong who made the move, Xiao Ran would naturally not have to remind him of this move.

But what kind of means Xiong Wushuang used to make a move, he really didn't know, besides, he just saw that this guy was struggling to carry a blood-drinking knife, although he knew how powerful his cultivation could be?

Hearing Xiao Ran's words, Han Daxiong couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Not to mention these scum, even if it was the powerful Evil Venerable at the beginning, it was just a slap in the face to the seemingly simple man in front of him!

"Hold on, we still have to find Childe!"

Looking at Xiong Wushuang, who was about to explode, Han Daxiong quickly diverted the topic, the ghost knows what kind of consequences will happen once this guy goes berserk.

"No vision!"

Xiong Wushuang, who couldn't stand the stimulation of others the most, just glared at Xiao Ran fiercely after hearing about Tang Ming, and said something that made everyone cry and laugh.

But after a while, everyone present, including Xiao Ran, finally knew why that big man had just looked at him with that kind of look.