The sergeants of the imperial army are also a little more sober, but as long as those eyes shine on their faces and bodies, their combat effectiveness will continue to be affected, and some negative emotions will always appear in their minds, disturbing their minds, making them afraid, fearful, and even have no courage to resist the oncoming swords and arrows.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

There were four hoarse howls in front of Yang Shu, and the four generals of the imperial court army who injured him and Zhao Wuji were soul guests of the Soul Pill Realm after all, and their strength was high, and after a short period of hindrance, they knew that Yang Shu's move was not trivial, and they all shouted to release their soul power to resist, and they wanted to kill Yang Shu at the same time.

But it was too late.

Poplar's Dusk Dragon Banner can't kill them directly, but someone can.

In the moment of soberness, they watched in amazement as a black dragon leaped out from behind the poplar tree, and in the blink of an eye, it came to their eyes. The black dragon didn't wave its claws, didn't open its mouth, just looked at them coldly, and then passed through their bodies one by one.

They knew that this black dragon was extremely dangerous and powerful, but they couldn't do anything about it. One moment they were still in the horror created by the Dusk Dragon Banner, and the next moment they had just had the idea of killing the poplar together, but immediately a thick aura of vicissitudes enveloped them. Let them think of the past, let them think of the pathos like the abyss. However, even the memories of this moment suddenly went blank in my mind, because those fleeting memories had disappeared.

If you lose your money, you can earn it back. If you lose the treasure, you can get it back. If you lose your feelings, you can still be nostalgic. But without memories and the past, they can't do anything.

They are indifferent.

Even though it's just a breath away.

Enough is enough.

The black dragon finally stayed behind the last general, turning into a thick mist.

The fog rolls in, then dissipates.

The next moment, out of the fog came a black-armored man, who held a black sword in his hand.

People come, swords come, and death is extinct.

"Dragon Sword - Flood Slash!"

Chop the past, cut off all your memories, so that you have no memories, no past!

How can a person who has no past have the present? How can he live in this world!

Since it's impossible, then you die!

This is the domineering of the Divine Dragon King's sword technique!

"Okay!" Ke Zheng shouted on horseback: "General Zhao is brave and unparalleled! General Zhao is the number one swordsman in the world! Brothers, follow General Zhao to kill out!"

Zhao Wuji kicked a corpse away from his feet, sword in both hands, and stared at the enemies who were watching him with sincere fear. Whoever he looks at, he instinctively retreats.

He is a person, and this sword in his hand already represents death.

"Kill! Kill them in the past! Their people are almost dead, no matter how powerful they are, it won't take long!" Seeing that their morale suddenly dropped, the generals of the imperial army waved their horsewhips and shouted frantically.

50,000 people encircled and suppressed 5,000 people, which was originally the best opportunity for meritorious service, and I don't know how many generals rushed to take this errand in front of the champion Hou. But at this moment, they have paid such a terrible price. If they win, forget it, if they lose, they won't take the initiative to meet the champion Hou I'm afraid they will be embarrassed.

Under the spur of the general's anger, even if the imperial army was afraid of Zhao Wuji and Yang Shu, they had to continue to attack and use the tactics of crowds to consume the opponent.

"If you are not afraid of death, come! Kill one more and have one more back! Since you choose to die, then your parents, wives and children will live on the streets!"

The poplar slammed the twilight dragon flag in mid-air, and the sound of soul power filled the sky. At this moment, the sound of soul power he released was mixed with a deep dragon might, not in the ears of the enemy, but directly in the bottom of the enemy's heart!

This kind of soul power sound alone can deter those with low realms!

Although Poplar's "Twilight Fall" had not yet reached a very powerful point due to the realm, and its influence had a certain regional range, no matter which area he affected, Zhao Wuji would immediately enter which area. Those enemies who were shrouded in twilight and restless and weakened in combat power could withstand Zhao Wuji's killing. Zhao Wuji is like a murderous black dragon, walking under his gaze, wherever he goes, there is death!

In an instant, with just Yang Shu and Zhao Wuji, thousands of soldiers of the imperial army were killed!

The number of kills did not seem to change the overall situation, but this momentum brought great encouragement to the Yan army, and therefore brought deep pressure to the imperial army.

The archers of the imperial army could not catch Zhao Wuji's figure, so they all took the poplar tree as a target. They knew that without the cooperation of Yang Shu, Zhao Wuji would not be able to enter a no-man's land among thousands of troops and horses with one person and one sword. They fired thousands of arrows in unison, creating a rain of swords and striking at the poplars.

Poplar stepped on two sword shuttles, but one was idle. It was this sword shuttle, under the control of Yang Shu's spiritual power, that formed an invulnerable protective layer around him. The wind cannot enter, the rain cannot enter, and the arrows cannot enter. At least the arrows shot by ordinary soldiers can't go in!

Seeing the bravery of Yang Shu and Zhao Wuji, Ke Zheng almost burst into tears. At this moment, he had no regard for his own life and death, and he did not care at all about the body that was being injured, as if it was not his own.

"Kill, brothers, kill, kill these!"

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Although the crowd tactics of the imperial army caused great losses to their own side, they were indeed very effective. Yang Shu and Zhao Wuji's Divine Dragon King Soul Technique is infinitely powerful, but after all, it requires soul power and physical strength to maintain. As wave after wave of charges grew, their momentum gradually weakened.

Long Wei appeared at the beginning of the year, causing great pressure on the imperial army. But after being shrouded in the battlefield for a long time, the soldiers gradually adapted. If this continues, although more people will die under Zhao Wuji's sword, they will also be consumed in the end.

At this moment, an extremely majestic voice suddenly sounded on the battlefield!

This kind of sound also contains a deep dragon power!

The voices rose and fell, each more majestic than the other, and countless explosions suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

On the south side of the battlefield, Yang Fan stepped on the Yin Yin Ferryboat, and the waves of the Black Sea rolled around him, as if he was riding the wind and waves on the sea, as if another sharp blade had pierced the heart of the behemoth of the imperial army.

The voice came out of his mouth!!

It's the Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon!

The Yan army saw Yang Fan, and saw that more enemies had fallen because of Yang Fan's arrival, and their mood was lifted again. Ke Zheng seized the opportunity to command the battle, and unexpectedly made a gap in the south of the encirclement!