"This time, Yan Songjie is riddled with karma in the innate realm, not the innate realm is easier to deal with. Zhang Yanle asked the military advisor to make the momentum as loud as possible.

Xuanhuang merit trick can't be counted on, concentrate on cultivating the Heavenly Demon Immortal Technique, and restore internal strength.

The internal strength suddenly and completely recovered to the peak, and Yan Songjie was also inexplicable. For a moment, I thought I had a delusion.

This resentment is monstrous, where did you come from? I didn't do anything bad! I secretly slaughtered sheep and didn't leave a name.

If you don't cry or laugh, it's easier to be a bad person than a good person to cultivate faster. With this kind of thought, it is not only Yan Songjie alone, Lu Bu cultivates the Heavenly Demon Technique, and he is racking his brains to make a bad name.

The notoriety of the second surname as a domestic slave made Lu Bu scolded by countless people. Countless grievances made Lu Bunei's cultivation advance by leaps and bounds to the late stage of the realm.

Zhang Yanru knew that Yan Songjie borrowed millions of Black Mountain Army to resent, and the recovery of full blood was all due to him, would he cry and faint in the toilet!

It takes time to build a thousand stone throwers and hundreds of thousands of arrows, and it will take time to treat Zhang Yan's broken arm. Broken bones are generally cured in 100 days, and Zhang Yan can't wait.

Having just recovered from the shadow of the fiasco in Zhaojia Village, he set off again to Zhaojia Village with an army of 100,000 on the sixteenth day.

The snow was falling, the sky was vast, and at the end of the horizon, yellow obscured the sky and the earth rumbled. The shaking of the landslide and the crack of the earth spread rapidly from far and near.

With the overwhelming momentum, he rushed to Zhaojia Village, arrived outside Zhaojia Village, and began to assemble the stone throwing machine in an orderly manner to find large stones. The trebuchet doesn't have big rocks to make bullets, and it doesn't have any use for fart.

The ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

There was not a single small stone in the square garden outside Zhaojia Village, and he was angry and cried Zhang Yanjun. A thousand stone throwers are not a pile of waste.

There are no stones, and the short section of wood is also completed, and Zhang Yanjun has another plan.

Looking around, there are no small branches except grass outside Zhaojia Village.

actually built this small Zhaojia village into a small castle, which was as indestructible as a rock.

Zhang Yan's army has arrived, the number is ominous, the black pressure is overwhelming, and Zhao Feng on the watchtower has already reported to Yan Songjie.

The yellow is rolling closer and closer, and countless battle flags are fluttering in the wind! Countless swords and guns are standing in a forest! But in the middle of the wild view, the range stretching for miles is filled with yellow as if in an instant.

Look far away and see the enemy's situation.

The snowflakes in the sky had stopped, and the rumbling and approaching tremors of the ground had gradually stopped, and from a distance, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves had stopped advancing, gathering hundreds of paces away, not daring to go further.

Strange thing! Zhang Yan's momentum this time was extremely huge, but he was tense but did not attack from afar. What does Zhang Yan want to do, do you organize a group to travel and enjoy the snow scene? When the ice and snow are more than ten degrees below zero, it is definitely true love to be able to trek through mountains and rivers to come to Zhaojia Village! Oh, it is true hatred.

There are only three thistles on the ground, and there is no gate, which is convenient for tigers and leopards to ride out to fight.

No wonder, they want to smash Zhaojia Village. It's a pity, there are no pebbles, beautiful! Yan Songjie's eyebrows were full of ridicule, and he couldn't imagine that he had hit it by mistake.

The strength of Zhaojiacun has long been different from what it used to be, and it is not a wise move to confront Zhang Yan and freeze Zhang Yan to death, which cannot solve the actual problem. Last time, more than 30,000 sheep were consumed early, and more than 10,000 people opened their mouths, and Yan Songjie went to the Xianbei tribe three times to steal and slaughter the sheep, and he couldn't finish his heart. The Xianbei tribe finally discovered the monster, with two eyes as long as a palm, faceless, and covered in shearskin.

Eat sheep without spitting out bones, leaving only a puddle of blood.

The intense thoughts were constantly revising in my mind, making the thought more and more solid. The changing eyes suddenly stopped, but they were frozen into some kind of determination.

The look in his eyes had already made some kind of judgment, and Yan Songjie's fists were secretly clenched: "Take a thousand tigers and leopards to ride heavy armor and do one ticket to capture the thief and capture the king first!" Target Zhang Yan." ”

"Brother Yuanrang, I'll take the lead to kill the archers, and you take a thousand tigers and leopards to ride heavy armor to kill Zhang Yan.

Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan took 9,000 tigers and leopards to ride light armor and then sweep the battlefield. Yan Songjie clearly understands his own disadvantages and has no long-range attacks.

Looking around at these solemn tigers and leopards riding heavy armor, their expressions were solemn.

The order was passed down, and a thousand tigers and leopards rode heavy armor, and they all became excited: "Use me in the first battle! "This group of tiger and wolf people has long been itchy and holding their breath.

Yan Songjie wore heavy armor of rare earth special steel and all-steel boots. But he sweated in his heart, and the risk of failure was not low, and the volley flew down the castle by a thin steel wire.

The effect is naturally obvious, and now I witnessed Yan Songjie flying in the air, making the tiger and leopard ride boiling, and suddenly shouted in unison: "Innate realm!" Morale is like a rainbow. In his eyes, there was even more blood.

The 100,000 Black Mountain Yellow Turban Thieves also witnessed it with their own eyes, and they screamed, and in an instant, the whole person seemed to be ossified, and his face swelled with unprecedented horror.

His face was full of fear, the enemy was too strong, his heart was beating faster, and his whole body was trembling.

Yan Songjie's two hundred and eighty-eight pound Mo knife clenched his right hand out of thin air, and the Heavenly Demon Immortal Technique in his body was running, and the murderous aura around his body was soaring. Dance a knife flower and secretly cut the thin steel wire.

Looking around, secretly proud, deceiving everyone successfully.

The gate of the village was wide open, and a thousand tigers and leopards rode heavy armored turtles and poured out in the field.

"Dry!" Xiahoudun rode a horse and took a sip of a bowl of potato wine, and threw away the pottery bowl.

"!" A thousand tigers and leopards rode heavy armor and repeated Xiahoudun's action just now.

Fifty degrees of liquor strengthens heroes' courage, increases body temperature and pride, accelerates the operation of internal forces, and has the effect of paralyzing wounds.

"Uh! kill!" Xiahou Dan rushed forward with his spear, and the fierce tiger and leopard riding heavy armor behind him had a sharp increase in battle intent, roaring with a earth-shattering "kill" sound, and slammed out like a landslide.

Within two hundred steps of the effective range of the bow and arrow, Yan Songjie had already entered the range of a strong bow and a hard crossbow.

"Release the arrow!" Zhang Yan became more and more unhappy in her heart, when the enemy met, her eyes were extremely red, and her eyes were angry like a man-eating beast.

He didn't have the slightest politeness to Yan Songjie, it was the time for revenge.

Three thousand crossbowmen, sharp arrows that had already been set up, came out in response. In an instant, three thousand arrows burst out of the air, like a twelve-level typhoon, tearing through the cold air and roaring towards Yan Songjie.

The tiger and leopard riders in the charge were still in a daze, and they were all worried about Yan Songjie.

Yan Songjie turned a blind eye! Mo Dao covered his face, did not flinch, and still advanced rapidly in the face of the rain of arrows. Let the black pressure pressure arrow swept in an instant! clanging, special steel heavy armor, bullets can't penetrate it, let alone a mere bow and arrow.

Seeing Yan Songjie's invulnerability and the arrogance of the world, the tiger and leopard rider suddenly cheered like thunder.

Yan Songjie rushed towards the three thousand archers alone, and the biggest threat must be eliminated first. Layers of sword shadows, like raging waves, attacked one after another, like silver-white angry waves, carrying the power of sweeping everything, and roared.