Li Le didn't know where the other party was hiding at this time, and naturally he couldn't see Xiao Lili's expression, but thinking about it, if he suddenly scolded his mother at a time, the other party's face was definitely not very good-looking. It is said that the good music skills are dueling, but the masters are competing with each other?

So Xiao Lili's voice never came again......

When they were competing for sound skills, they had already been killed in the Taihedian Square.

The Demon Sect Holy Warrior killed a wave of timid cannon fodder Jianghu people, and with the help of Xiao Lili's sound waves, he had completely stabilized the morale of the army, and then prepared to retreat to Zhao Donglou's side to guard. It seems that holy warriors like them are rushing to kill with this group of Jianghu people at this time, and they feel a little out of status.

But I didn't want to, at this moment, under the leadership of the superintendent Ma Zongbao, thousands of Xuanyi tigers rushed straight like tigers into a flock of sheep.

The weapons of the Tiger Division are different from the standard dog-legged scimitars of other divisions of Xuanyi, and their weapons are tailored to fit their own strength, so there are all kinds of knives, guns, swords, halberds, abductors and meteors.

But the most rare thing is that different weapons cooperate very tacitly. Like a machine, it was divided into ten teams of hundreds of people, like a meat grinder, and began to slaughter these Jianghu people one-sidedly.

In an instant, nearly 2,000 people were killed.

Ma Zongbao had already seen that the people who came to supervise the battle were not idle, they were organized and disciplined, and their killing methods were almost similar to those of the Xuanyi people. Feeling that these people were likely to be variables, he took the lead, waving the double hooks in his hands, jumping high like a thousand horses, breaking away from the main formation, and rushing straight towards the Demon Sect Holy Warriors who were already preparing to retreat.

However, his speed was still a little slower, and when he was about to fall, the paladin in the crowd had already retreated, and he was almost ten feet away.

Ma Zongbao was still in mid-air at this time, and seeing that he couldn't keep up with the group of people, he danced his double hooks in the air, and when he fell, the double hooks swept like the moon, bringing up bursts of blood, and a large area was vacated.

It was just a short vacancy, and in an instant, a sea of people came to fill the gap.

At this time, Ma Zongbao was like a lonely ship in the sea, no, to be precise, it should be a reef standing horizontally, and the big waves hit, but it was not swallowed by the tide.

The double hooks flew like the wind, and the speed of lightning and thunder continued to advance forward, and even the figure with him appeared with a burst of afterimages, slashing like the wind, picking hooks like electricity, and the barbs on the hook could always bring up a puddle of blood when they retreated.

But in an instant, the crowd that had just rushed up appeared blank again. The people of the rivers and lakes died again.

Ma Zongbao ignored this, stepped on the corpse, and his lean body walked forward again, chasing after the Demon Sect Holy Warrior.

Along the way, the "Yin and Yang Double Hooks" were chopped or hooked, taken or dangled, or stabbed or teased, and countless corpses fell at his feet.

"Ding" sound.

A strange sword that snaked like a snake blocked his double hook.

"Are you looking for me?"

The leader of the holy warriors with a high nose and deep eyes and copper-skinned skin in front of him said.

Ma Zongbao looked at his strange weapon, and then at his appearance, and wondered in his heart: "Demon Sect?"

Take a quick step back in order to accumulate power, and then, without saying a word, the double hook once again runs like a fly, flying like a whirlwind, and there is no nonsense.

The energy on the double hook is emanated, and the strange snake sword is like fire. When the flashes are added, the scurrying sparks emit a "ding" golden sound that makes people's ears can't stop.

Their fight was too fast, and they rolled and flew back, flashing and moving, and many people around them were not in a hurry to dodge, so that they were inexplicably implicated to death.

"Wow!"

Blood spurts.

The curved blade on the handle of Ma Zongbao's hook slashed through the neck of the holy warrior leader with a bright moonlight, and the corpse slowly fell to the ground after a short period of suffocation.

The leader of the holy warriors died, and Ma Zongbao had a brief break around him.

After just a moment of stunned, the surrounding group of holy warriors with strange swords took advantage of this opportunity to pounce on Ma Zongbao one after another, and they were surrounded by a heavy siege, and the momentum of the lore had been achieved!

The corners of Ma Zongbao's mouth hooked up a smile, as if he didn't care about life and death. The wind in his left hand turned into a single hook, and the dozen or so serpentine swords that attacked him were opened in a spiral, and immediately after, another hook rose again with his rotating body, sweeping like the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of the dozen or so people had been separated.

However, there were too many enemies, and countless paladins were coming at him on the vast battlefield.

The figure flew around, and after killing a few people again, a strange snake sword stabbed straight into the back of his head in a sudden way!

Ma Zongbao reacted instinctively, tilted his head slightly in a moment, and the snake sword cut off half of his ears.

Then, with a slight blink of his eyes, he slashed straight up with a single hook, and the paladin who had cut off half of his ear in mid-air was cut off by his waist.

At that moment, another snake sword struck at his chest in this void.

Ma Zongbao leaned slightly, letting his heart hurt, and the twisted arc of the snake sword passed directly through his chest.

Enduring the great pain, he lifted it lightly, and this holy martial artist who hurt him was cut in two diagonally starting from his chest under the sharp energy.

"Hurt!"

Ma Zongbao, who had a snake sword in his chest, sighed secretly, the other Jianghu people in the place where they were fighting had already hid far away, surrounded by Demon Sect holy warriors, there were hundreds of people.

There are too many people, and when they are in the enemy formation, Ma Zongbao, who is at the top of the ranks, can only support himself.

A strange flywheel was pointed at his head when he couldn't care at all, and if he was struck, half of his head would be gone.

Just when Ma Zongbao was about to die, an iron thistle terrestris broke the wind and knocked the flywheel away.

"Ma, Lao Tzu saved you, hurry up and give up the position of governor!" The voice of Wang Zhengchun, the head colonel of the Lost Tiger, rang in his ears.

When these words fell, Wang Zhengchun laughed, turned around and stood beside Ma Zongbao, and continued to tear and kill.

At the same time, the Tigers had already cleared the Jianghu people who were blocking the road in this half an instant, and surrounded the Demon Sect Holy Warriors in a group of tears.

"The center is blooming!"

Wang Zhengchun and Ma Zongbao were back to back, and the tiny iron thistle terrestris bloomed on three sides and shot at the holy warrior.

The outer tiger people also shot at this time, short swords, long swords, meteor hammers, and the combination of many weapons became extremely rhythmic at this moment, and it was also a killing machine with gears biting.

"Puff" sounded, and I don't know how many holy warriors died in the center, under Wang Zhengchun's thistle.

There is always a time when the tribulus terrestris is finished, thirty corpses, plus more than a hundred seriously injured holy warriors crawling on the ground and unable to get up, Wang Zhengchun smiled proudly, pulled out a straight knife from his waist, and continued to tear and kill.

"Hahaha, blind man, I want to see your mind. Lao Tzu is your father, and you will have the qualifications to sit in the position of the governor one day, this is the inheritance that Lao Tzu gave you!"

"Fuck you!"

……

Just when the Lost Tiger Division marched away in ten groups of queues, almost sideways and slashed, engaged the holy warriors, and killed nearly 4,000 Jianghu people.

On the Pavilion.

Sun Xiaohong looked at this scene incredulously, her face was already stiff, her pupils contracted, and she muttered in disbelief: "Hundred Battles, Hundred Battles ......"

Then he lowered his head in frustration and anger, and said secretly: "Damage the tiger, and eat like a tiger." No wonder I didn't know that Brother An was full of confidence in this division, and the echelon of three vertical and ten horizontal was swept through like a comb, and it was even more powerful, where in this world could there be people who could stop the Tiger Division. Alas, in front of the Hundred Battles, it is like a child's wooden knife toy, which can be ......torn apart at will."

With a long sigh of relief, Sun Xiaohong turned his eyes to look at Li Le, and when he was about to say something, he saw that he was holding Yong'an, who was almost stunned, in his arms, and said softly, such as "Okay, okay, Yong'an is obedient, it's okay, tonight's business is over'Xiao Sanlang' and serve 'Xiao Yong'an' well, okay?"

"Hey, there's no shape, it's a war. ”

"Bang!", Yong'an's cherry red lips kissed Li Le's mouth with one hand still drawing.

This scene made Sun Xiaohong almost crazy, and suddenly turned what he was about to say into vinegar, and said hatefully: "Brother Zhi'an, although the Tiger Division is strong in combat, there is always a place that can't be called, I don't return at night and Xuanyi are allies, and I, as the leader of the alliance, naturally have to take care of one or two more." Goodbye, Grand Governor!"

While speaking, with tears in his eyes, he wanted to turn his head down the Ling Jue Pavilion.

"Li Zhi'an, after tonight, my Sun Xiaohong will never see you again. What is the third lady of the Li family, I am not rare. The gold building and silver mountain you promised me, the first martial arts in the world, and the first literary talent, I don't want it, my Sun Xiaohong is not a woman who lets you tease at will. ”

"I thought you were just a merryman, I was always special in your heart, whether it was Mei Xiangzhu, Zhu Yongan, or any other woman, I would treat them as your playmates on a whim. Now, I understand that in your eyes, I am no different from other women...... Li Zhi'an, after fighting this battle for you, you and I don't owe each other! Cause and effect are over......

Sun Xiaohong's mental activity Li Le will know where he will know, seeing that her tone is different, and she is about to fight, Li Le grabbed her hand and asked wonderingly, "What's wrong with you?"

Sun Xiaohong waved his short stick and pointed at Li Le's veins like lightning.

Li Le let go and immediately let go of her hand.

"What's wrong? Brother Zhi'an...... What a big joke the Grand Governor said, the leader of this alliance doesn't want to be a fool now, goodbye, or never, Grand Governor Xuanyi ......"

As he spoke, he turned down the Ling Jue Pavilion and went straight to the battlefield.

Li Le, who was full of question marks in his head, sighed secretly, a woman's mind is really complicated, she was fine just now, why did she suddenly turn her face?

This scene was watched by Emperor Xinwu, and he laughed and said: "Zhi'an, your kung fu at controlling women is not as good as mine, in vain I also learned so many so-called 'pickle girl' skills from you, but now it seems that you are not enough, you can't even handle a woman in the rivers and lakes, I am very disappointed in you......"