With a flash of golden light, Wu Ming's figure disappeared in place, and Wei Wentong quickly leaned into his arms when he saw this, and struggled to crush an iron bead on the lanyard on his chest.

The golden light reappeared, Wu Ming appeared in front of Wei Wentong with a big sword in both hands, the big sword fell straight down, and when the sword blade and Wei Wentong's forehead were close at hand, Wei Wentong's chest radiated a dazzling white light.

Wu Ming was startled, and immediately unfolded the Yuan Ling Enchantment, and at this time, a reminder came from the sea of knowledge, and in that white light, the Queen of God felt the power equal to her.

The big sword did not stagnate in the slightest, he still slashed down as always, and the earth torn by the golden light, the huge strength turned into a crack of one zhang and more than one type, and it was deeply imprinted on the ground.

Wu Ming's eyes were like lightning, quickly sweeping around, and he tried hard to find it, because it had not been able to fall on Wei Wentong just now.

The sword that fell in the air was not unhappy, nor was it not unfierce, but at that moment, at the moment when the sword light passed through Wei Wentong's body, Wei Wentong's body became illusory.

That illusion is not an afterimage, because in the time enchantment, no one's speed can not be perceived, Wu Ming has such a self, so it is inevitable that there will be some surprises in his heart, and the accident met the reminder of the queen mother, and the accident turned into surprise.

Wu Ming's mind moved, and he asked, "Mother, where is that guy?"

The Queen of God replied, "He broke through the space and fled!"

Wu Ming was puzzled, so he asked: "His strength is only one of the Martial Sects, how can such a combat power break through the space in front of us and escape." ”

The Queen of God said, "It should be a force comparable to my realm to help him." ”

Wu Ming couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he was run away by Wei Wentong like this, and he really had some regrets in his heart.

At this time, Xiao Yong in the air returned to the ground with the phoenix spirit beast, he pointed to the Praetorian Guards who came to the rescue not far away, and said loudly: "Divine son, look at it!"

Wu Ming turned around and happened to see a cloud of white light appear in the Praetorian Guard, and the white light dissipated at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind Wei Wentong, whose armor was damaged in many parts of his body.

Wei Wentong breathed heavily, with the waves of escape on his face, he tried to calm down for a while, and then said to the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard who cheered beside him: "Brothers, we haven't lost yet!"

The sentence 'We haven't lost yet!' is not a self-consolation, at this time the forbidden army still has more than 4,000 troops, and the Li family's camp at this time has less than 800 soldiers, such a disparity, the decision of the Li family soldiers did not dare to leave the camp, because as long as they left, in the face of the Janissary counterattack, it must be the end of the entire army.

Under such a situation, the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard had to face only Wu Ming and seventy-six Tang Sect disciples riding phoenix spirit beasts. In the face of such a battle situation, Wei Wentong believed that under his command, the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard would definitely retreat calmly.

Wei Wentong, who had regained his confidence, said loudly: "Brothers, we will definitely be able to make a comeback! We haven't lost yet!"

Wu Ming's vitality moved, and he interrupted Wei Wentong's agitation with a sound that shook his eardrums, and he said loudly: "You still have to be shameless with the surname Wei, this battle is like this, all the fifty elite dragoons are burping, and most of the eight thousand elite Praetorian Guards are dead, such a record goes back, do you think Yang Guang will pick your skin?!"

Wu Ming's mouth was as famous as the big sword in his hand, Wei Wentong naturally didn't want him to continue, so he shouted: "Crossbow battalion, throw!"

More than a thousand crossbowmen shot in unison, and the yellow arrow feathers pressed towards Wu Ming like a mountain rock.

The disciples of the Tang Sect attacked with arrow feathers, they immediately strangled the reins, and the phoenix spirit beast flapped its wings and flew up, before the arrow feathers that were like a shower came, they had already soared in the sky on a strange beast, as if they were among the gods, looking down at the wind and rain in the world.

Wu Ming didn't mean to move, in the face of the wind and rain, he chose to stand like a rock. The most important thing for a man is to be hard, if there is no hardness, no matter how many fancy there are, it is meaningless!

The black big sword swirled in Wu Ming's hand, and the golden light drew countless circles around him with the rotation of the sword body, as if it was a circular sky, and under the 'Heavenly Circle' move, the sword qi formed a shield like a golden bell around him.

The arrow feathers that were shot in the sonorous sound were constantly cut down by the sword light, and a dense round of attacks seemed to sink into the sea, without causing a trace of waves.

The Praetorian Guards advanced with the arrow feathers and began to close the distance between them and Wu Ming, Wu Ming shouted angrily, and the gas that exploded with golden light expanded into a semicircle with Wu Ming's foothold as the center.

The Yuan Ling Enchantment expanded with the golden light, and those arrow feathers that shot into the gold seemed to enter the viscosity in an instant, as if the tough guy had more emotional concern and lost the sharpness of moving forward.

The swishing sound of the arrow feather breaking through the air disappeared, and Wu Ming shouted angrily again: "Lao Tzu is not powerful, you really treat the macho man as a little brother!"

The golden light exploded, and the golden semicircle collapsed into countless fragments in an instant, and those arrows and feathers in the golden light seemed to be grasped by countless hands, and Qi Qi adjusted the direction of the arrows incredibly, and there was a buzz, as if the sound of the bowstring being flicked,

In the low sound, the dense arrow feathers turned back and shot, and the sound of swishing breaking the air continued to sound again!

Seeing this, Wei Wentong shouted: "Defense!"

The Praetorian Guard soldier swung his equipment so quickly that even the crossbowmen had to stop firing, and he crouched down and ducked into the dancing shadows of the pikemen.

Just when the arrow feathers stopped, Xiao Yong led the phoenix spirit beast group to swoop down, and the Tang Sect disciple on the back of the beast took out the Five Dragons Crossbow Machine, and with the power of the dive, shot a powerful attack.

Under a round of arrow rain, nearly a hundred soldiers of the Praetorian Guard fell into their own blood, their bodies were pierced by arrow feathers, and when the arrow feathers were still trembling, the phoenix spirit beast rushed to the sky again.

At this time, Wu Ming held the sword in both hands, and the lunge suddenly came, and the fiery sword light was like a sea of magma, the ocean was full of murderous intent, but it seemed to be full of divine aura under the golden halo.

With a wave of the big sword, the sword light poured out, and the scorching breath surged towards the Praetorian Guards, Wei Wentong shouted, and the spearmen used their spear skills to 'burst out', and they used the jungle-like shadow of the spear to forge an embankment.

The embankment blocked the scorching torrent of sword light, but it also sacrificed the lives of nearly 100 people, and the faces of the soldiers of the spear battalion showed the joy of the rest of their lives.

The crossbow battalion and the longbowmen fired a volley, and countless arrows pierced the place where Wu Ming had just stopped, but unfortunately Wu Ming had already risen into the air, flipped in the air, and landed steadily on the cloud-turning crane that flew in tacit understanding.

The Cloud Crane accelerated and dived, and when he was close to the spear camp, Wu Ming's big sword swung several times, and the sword light broke through the air, like a curved scimitar, cutting dozens of spears and scraping the bodies of dozens of soldiers.

The Cloud Crane rose into the sky again, avoiding the attack of arrow feathers, and while Wu Ming was a sword, he directly collected the lives of more than a dozen crossbow soldiers.

Wu Ming calmly retreated, rode on the back of the beast to the sky, and said loudly to Wei Wentong below: "There is a kind of dying struggle called helplessness! I advise you to give up!"