As soon as Yang Guang, who was sleepy, went to bed, a guard hurriedly came to report.

"Holy Lord, there are quite a few flying beasts behind us. ”

When Yang Guang heard this, the sleepiness that had just been transformed from joy was suddenly dispersed, and he sat up from the bed with a swish, and said, "Hurry up and activate the Dragon Court, give Wei Wen a communication signal, and let them come over to escort them!"

In the shaking of the start of the Dragon Court spaceship, Yang Guang put on the golden battle armor that he had not seen for a long time, and there were still many glories of the past on the battle armor, which he had exchanged for with blood, and the heaviness of the armor took him back to his eventful years.

The head of internal affairs said with a sense of flattery: "The saint's demeanor has not diminished back then!"

Yang Guang didn't have the slightest smile on his face, and said: "Old brother, when I was still the king of Jin, you were waiting in my mansion, my strength is not as good as before, after the battle in Yangzhou, although I have been diligent a lot, but I have enjoyed too much over the years, it seems that I have to please my brother tonight." ”

The head of internal affairs was still a flattering old slave a moment ago, after stopping Yang Guang's words, the original rickety figure slowly stood up straight, he bowed to Yang Guang, and said: "Yangzhou was the old slave's dereliction of duty, and since then the old slave has been reminding himself that there can be no more such mistakes. ”

Yang Guang patted the head of internal affairs on the shoulder and said, "Set up the Lingwu Palace, I want to see the appearance of that young man!"

The morning light gradually brightened, and the golden light on the phoenix spirit beast and the disciples of the Tang Sect showed a moving light under the illumination of the morning light. Wu Ming raised the Sun Wheel Great Sword, and the bright divine light emanating from the eyes of the Cloud Crane under his crotch.

"Xiao Yong, I'll open the way, you take your brothers to rush up for me, stop this broken boat for me as soon as possible, and don't let him enter Taiyuan!"

Xiao Yong clenched his fists and said, "Don't worry, Son of God!"

Wu Ming patted the cloud crane and said, "You have to fight for the master of Jimen~"

The Turning Cloud Crane let out a chirp, the chirp was very transparent, and for the disciples of the Tang Sect, it was actually a little inspiring.

The Cloud Crane flapped its wings and flew, approaching the huge hull of the Dragon Court Spaceship at a very fast speed, and in its agile posture, countless arrow feathers swept past it, but it could not retain its light steps.

Suddenly, an arrow feather covered like a curtain, and the golden light floated around Wu Ming like mist, he held the big sword with both hands and waved, sweeping thousands of troops with one move, the sword qi was like a storm, and the golden sword light carried Xiao Se's killing intent, and the arrow feathers blocking the way were completely shot down.

The Cloud Crane suddenly accelerated, its wings clinging to its body, its body like a shuttle, like a water bird rushing into the water to fish, fast, accurate, and with a loud sound, it cleanly passed through the gap where Wu Ming tore the big sword, and came to a distance from the Dragon Court spaceship.

Wu Ming jumped forward, and the golden light body turned into several afterimages, only to see countless arrow feathers shooting through the afterimages, but they did not fall on Wu Ming, he came to the deck of the hull unscathed.

The moment his feet landed, Wu Ming took his left foot as the axis, the sword rotated with him, and the golden sword light was like silk, and under the swirling of Wu Ming's big sword, a golden sword storm was blown.

The sword light swept across the faces of those who were caught off guard, breaking open the chests of dozens of archers, who let out screams in the blood, and finally collapsed in a pool of blood.

The cloud-turning crane flapped its wings, and a ball of energy was born without wind, like a rolling snowball, crashing into the place where Wu Ming was standing just now, Wu Ming didn't look back, he lunged and sank his waist, and his footsteps jumped to the sky, and there was no gap with the arrival of the strength to make a connection.

Before the soldiers had time to sigh at this tacit cooperation, they had already ushered in the raging of energy, which devoured the bodies of dozens of people, and there seemed to be countless arms in the air mass, using extremely violent force to twist all the people who entered it into various inhuman angles, and those painful faces undoubtedly interpreted the terrifying art of killing.

War is cruel, no one will pity the enemy's death on the battlefield, and the fight for life and death is still being ruthlessly staged. Wu Ming, who soared into the air, his sword appeared like a sea of stars, and between the surging sword lights, countless sword intents sprung up in the air like mushrooms after a rain.

The great sword of the sun wheel fell, and countless sword lights leaked straight out like a river bursting its banks, and in the sound of a swishing sound breaking through the air, the large arrows shot by the crossbow machine on the deck of the ship were swallowed by the sword light, and the arrows the size of beams and pillars seemed to dissolve in the golden light, becoming countless fine and slight flutters.

The fluttering of those sawdust was as transparent as the wind, undulating and invisible like a wave, and in the golden light of one person, one sword, the young man was as warm as jade, but the sword intent was like Yama hell.

Jian Feng pointed directly at the crossbow machine, and his eyes fell on the soldiers on the crossbow machine, only to see Wu Ming's body like a swallow soaring by, and the sword light skipped the crossbow machine, as if the Oiran slender hand stroked the young man who had tasted the wind and rain for the first time, and he was paralyzed with a bang, and the soldiers on the crossbow machine looked dejected, as if they were bowing their heads and ashamed of their own thousands of miles, and they did not sigh, because they no longer had the breath of life.

The collapse of the crossbow machine was like the infection of an epidemic, in the blink of an eye, the soldiers on the twenty crossbow machines were still holding their breath, trying to adjust the direction of the arrows and crossbows, Wu Ming's body was like a swimming dragon, and with the blessing of the Yuan Spirit Enchantment, a golden afterimage was connected between the twenty crossbow machines.

Gold is the sword light, gold is the sword intent, gold is in the eyes of the soldiers on the crossbow machine, that is their memory of life, they don't have time to sigh, the boom sounds, the ballista machine is paralyzed and collapsed, the heads of the soldiers fall to the side, their eyes are full of unwillingness, so after a sword, the things in the world have nothing to do with them.

Wu Ming jumped into the air again, somersault and fell, and layers of golden light swayed between the curls of his body, the golden light was like the scorching sun at noon, with a scorching killing intent, with the advancing figure, accompanied by Wu Ming's push-out, like the ocean under the wind, boiling regardless of it.

The Holy Rank Martial Technique, 'Incineration', was used, and the wave of arrogant sword intent mercilessly slapped towards the spear guards who rushed in line.

"Shoot!" Captain Wu shouted.

More than fifty pikemen shouted in unison, and all of them shot out the spears in their hands, and one after another spears with green light were in the air, as if a forest was pressed down.

Trees naturally will not be the opponent of the heat wave, the roar with the sharp collision of the car, the sword light and the spear fight in the air, less than a breath of time, it was swallowed by the sword intent, sinking in the scorching heat!

The figure burst forward like a strong bow and a great sword swept in, and more than fifty spears fell in a pool of blood, their eyes wide open, staring at the future they could not see with empty colors.

Xiao Yong and more than 70 other Tang Sect disciples watched Wu Ming's posture of attacking the enemy formation, their eyes were full of obsession, they never dreamed that killing people could be such an art! As if looking at the wonderful shadow puppet show of light and shadow, they actually forgot to act.

Wu Ming shouted angrily: "Xiao Yong, what are you doing!"