Zhaojia Village is indeed facing an unprecedented crisis, and 500 Yellow Turban troops are attacking Zhaojia Village.

The drought in Hebei has made the Yellow Turban Army expand and grow for no reason, if you can eat enough, who is willing to join the Yellow Turban thieves to rebel. The huge increase in numbers has made the Yellow Turban Army short of food, and it is even more difficult to find food that does not produce in winter.

The Yellow Turban Army's grain search team happened to get lost and walked outside Zhaojia Village, and saw hundreds of old hens walking in the village, which could not drool, and chicken was more attractive than food.

This group of hungry yellow turban thieves stared at the hungry and thirsty food

The old hen quickly rushed to the village gate.

Fortunately, Zhao Ting listened to Yan Songjie's words and arranged for villagers to patrol with spears and gongs every day.

Seeing this group of untidy clothes and yellow scarves on their heads, holding all kinds of weapons, they slaughtered towards Zhaojia Village with great momentum.

The patrol members hurriedly rang the gong to call the police!

Holding a short iron axe in one hand, weighing 60 catties, riding a miscellaneous horse, the rough man like a wild bull shouted: "Open the gate of the village quickly! ”

Chu Dachang, the big leader of the grain search team, is arrogant and domineering, and in the middle of the Xuanjing Realm, he is also a short lieutenant general compared to ordinary people.

"Yellow Turban Thief! Always rely on the strength of the crowd. Zhao Yu stood at the door of the stockade and watched, and the yellow turban thieves were eager to try, and they couldn't bear to hurt the villagers. When he took out Yan Songjie's killer move, Zhao Yu took out a super grenade out of thin air, pulled out the safety bolt, and threw it at the Yellow Turban Army.

Kill people with super grenades! "Boom!" there was a muffled sound on the ground, and the ground shook.

The Yellow Turban Army attacking outside the village was so frightened that their souls flew away, and they were instantly hit into the abyss of fear by the sudden appearance of a super grenade, "Heavenly Punishment!" Lying on the ground in panic, the picture seemed to freeze for a moment.

More than a dozen yellow turban thieves were injured, but none of them were killed, and the scene was terrible.

The camera turned, Xiahou took a big knife and led the horse to lead his own soldiers straight to the Yellow Turban Army to kill, and the sound of horseshoe hooves became heavy.

The villagers of the Zhao family and the Yellow Turban Army could feel the ground under their feet shaking faintly, and the sound of heavy horses' hooves stomping on the ground.

Both sides panicked, thinking that the other side had help. "Kill!" didn't have many words, just listened to Xiahoudun's thunderous roar.

"Kill!" the soldiers also followed Xiahoudun's thunderous roar.

Facing Xiahoudun who suddenly killed him from behind, he saw Chu Dachang's mind in confusion: "Army!" Under the shock, he couldn't think much about it, and faced Xiahoudun with a one-handed short iron axe.

Several small leaders among the Yellow Turban Thieves also faced Xiahoudun's own soldiers.

In the loud sound of the convergence of weapons, sparks splashed everywhere! Xiahoudun's sixty-pound heavy knife in his hand couldn't help but swing, and it was evenly matched!

Xiahou Dan's own soldiers didn't get any cheap, and they were all cultivated in the middle of the Yellow Realm.

Chu Dachang laughed: "With your kind of martial arts, you also want to intervene, the small ones are around the fight, don't let one go." ”

As for the white-clothed scholar dressed up as Yan Songjie, he was ignored by Chu Dachang.

Xiahoudun's face turned cold: "Songjie go quickly! The circle horse galloped diagonally, and when he met a tough enemy, he shouted Yan Songjie to flee for his life.

Where will Chu Dachang look like Songjie and get away: "Catch this scholar quickly." ”

"Your sister! Xiahou is not ashamed to be a veritable general!" Yan Songjie waved his hand, and the two hundred and eighty-eight pound Mo Dao clenched his right hand out of thin air, and the Heavenly Demon Immortal Technique in his body was running wildly, and the murderous aura around his body was soaring.

Under the BMW, he couldn't help but sink, and at this time, Yan Songjie shouted like a thunderous shout: "Yan Liang is here! Who dares to be presumptuous in Zhaojia Village." The roar rushed into the sky, and the two hundred and eighty-eight pounds of Mo knife in his hand carried the power of the raging waves, and swept towards the yellow turban thief who rushed towards him like lightning.

Qiang~~ With a roaring sound, the Mo knife slashed through the sky, and a bloody human head flew into the air.

Turning around Mo Dao, he slashed four Yellow Turban Soldiers in the waist again, and crashed into the Yellow Turban Army like a broken bamboo.

Chu Dachang, who was holding a one-handed short axe, was dizzying, and he was stunned! The weak scholar turned into a killing god, and several Yellow Turban brothers were beheaded by someone who came, and he was furious and carried all the internal force towards Yan Songjie, and slashed it with an axe.

"Dare to resist, it's so bold!" Yan Songjie snorted coldly, a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the Mo knife in his hand slapped upwards against the short axe.

Qiang ~~ With the sound of a weapon meeting and roaring, Chu Dachang held a huge force in the short axe and flew into the air, a thousand meters high.

Holding a one-handed short axe, Chu Dachang, the tiger's mouth burst instantly, and blood flowed wildly.

The zigzag shape of the Mo knife crossed the air, and in an instant, Chu Dachang and his horse were cut into two sections, smooth, neat and neat, and Chu Dachang flew into the air with half of his body, carrying a piece of blood mist.

The headless lower body, with blood gushing from the fracture, swayed and fell from the half-horse.

When his head hit the ground, the lower half of his body fell to the ground.

Five hundred yellow turban thieves, seeing the big boss Chu Dachang being killed in one second, they were all shocked by Yan Songjie's superb martial arts.

The prancing horse stepped on Chu Dachang's corpse, and the horse's hooves flew over, interspersed like a whirlwind among the Yellow Turban Army. Killing like entering a no-man's land, the Mo knife swirled and flickered like lightning, only to hear the sound of "poof" constantly, and the bloody human head kept flying into the air.

By the time the charge reached the end, there were 500 Yellow Turban soldiers left.

Blood and broken waists were flying in mid-air, and everywhere Mo Blade passed, there was already a river of blood.

"Hell Demon God! Swords and guns were easily cut off. Frightened, the remaining Yellow Turban thieves scurried around like frightened lambs.

The blood-stained Mo knife was horizontal in front of him, and the body of the iron tower stood majestically, and the murderous aura of hunting burst out.

"Kneel on the ground, surrender and don't kill!" When Yan Songjie said these words, there seemed to be a little arrogance between his eyebrows, and there was undoubted majesty in his tone.

The sound of the weapon landing, the remaining more than ten yellow turban thieves who were injured by the grenade all knelt on the ground and surrendered, when had they ever seen such a killing god, and they would kill nearly five hundred people single-handedly.

It's all cut in half, and none of them are all hands and feet.

"Uncle Zhao! Send someone to tie them up. Yan Songjie inserted the Mo knife into the soil, turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the gate of the village with murderous vigour.

Yan Songjie is already covered in blood, a celebrity. The corners of Zhao Ting's mouth squeezed out a smile, forced a smile, and nodded again and again: "Okay! good!".

"Yan Songjie! You know martial arts. Xiahoudun led his own soldiers to be stunned, and saw that Yan Songjie killed more than 400 people in an instant.

As if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world, Yan Songjie made a sixty-pound iron axe fly up thousands of meters in the air with a single blow, killing the opponent and the self-equal general in seconds, is this the person who needs my protection? Who protects whom.

"A little bit of it, the later stage of the realm is complete. Yan Songjie is not concealing his own realm cultivation, but he is concealing the fact that he has attained the merits of the Heavenly Demon Immortal of the Upper Dantian, the Xuanhuang of the Middle Dantian, the Dual Exercises, the Double Dantian, and the Later Stage of the Dual Realm.

"A little bit, only the late stage of the realm is consummated!" Xiahou suddenly shuddered: "I'll go! Isn't it three points more powerful than the mid-realm Wen Chou!"

The inner world is like the sky falling apart, the sea is churning, it is roaring, it is roaring. Yan Songjie is really good at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.