Mo Wentian carried the Xuanwang blade upside down, and the flying snow war horse was like lightning, and a red light disappeared.

"Kill!"

Ji Li also drew his saber and shouted loudly, and the flying snow war horse also rushed out.

"Kill!"

Nangong Lie and Xin Kai also drew their sabers, and the sound of flying snow guards' hooves was like thunder, like a red cloud rushing towards Xunyu's army.

After some preparations, there are still fifty miles away from Xunyu's army, Mo Wentian's Feixue was fed with pills by himself, and he is a real divine horse, and he threw Ji Li and them away in the blink of an eye, and while marching, Xuanyuan Pupil, Vertical Baichang and others were released from the space treasures, and then there were ghost guards, these people were not known how many times stronger than Feixuewei's combat power, this was the first major battle of the great migration of the country, and the morale must be beaten, otherwise, the road in the future will be more difficult.

There are still 8,000 steps away from Xunyu's army, Mo Wentian's hand flicked, the Xuanwang blade turned into a six-jun bow, as soon as the bowstring sounded, nine arrows flew out, in front of Xunyu's army, there were nine martial kings, Mo Wentian had to strike first.

Yiwang arrow penetrated the void, a fluttering gallop disappeared, running in the front for the Wuwang realm turned over and fell off the horse, at this time, the flying snow war horse has run to seven thousand steps, Xuanyuan Tong also began to pull the bow and shoot arrows, arrows such as flow, directly through the enemy, shoot down a piece, and then to six thousand steps, vertical changes, Xu Wenping, Jiang Zhaolin, Liu Baiyi and others began to shoot arrows, the density of arrows increased, and the Xunyu monks in front began to fall off their horses.

The main task of Mo Wentian and the others was to kill these cultivators. There are no monks in the country, and any monk who rushes into the ranks of mortals is disastrous, which means that a large area, the monks have different spells, and the lethality of the spell is not as simple as a knife.

When they reached four thousand steps, the ghost guards also began to shoot arrows, Mo Wentian and the others collected the bows and arrows, and neatly took out the Xuanwang blade, and the Xuanwang blade was cold and shining, like lightning bolts.

Mo Wentian them, from long-distance archery to close-range slashing, only thirty breaths, their flying snow war horses, and Feixue Weida are different, they are all fed by Mo Wentian with pills from time to time, these flying snow, is no longer a fierce beast, has become a strange beast, and the divine beast is only a thin line, the speed of these war horses, can no longer be described in words.

The large area of the beast god horse caught the monks of Xun Yu off guard, they did not expect that there were so many monks in the Pig Country, in their information, Xun Yu was very weak, and the Xun Yu King sent them, they thought that making a big fuss would be able to catch the Feng King with a raise of their hands, and all these people would be captured and turned into Xun Yu's slaves.

What's more, after the beginning, Mo Wentian took the lead alone, very brave, but at first glance it was the early stage of a martial king, which made them a little surprised, and at the same time laughed, the appearance of a martial king in a country is very powerful, and I can't complain that the country has begun to swell, so it is.

Just one Martial King, just one person to charge ahead, we have thirty Martial Kings here, one person spit and spit will shoot you to death! So they just giggle and laugh and fight shirts and drink tea, but when they are almost 10,000 steps, suddenly there are more people, and these people appear in the flat space, like a trick.

Just when the cultivators of Xunyu were stunned, Mo Wentian's nine Yi King arrows shot the nine Silver Armor Martial Kings in front of Ah Jin, and before they could recover their senses, the arrows were already raining down.

Don't underestimate any enemy who dares to oppose you because he thinks he has the qualifications to oppose you. Playing with small-looking, ant-like enemies will give you a fatal blow.

These cultivated monks no longer have time to regret it, even if they have regret medicine, they don't even have time to eat, and the mistakes of a while make them choose to be doomed. Thirty breaths is completely capable of reacting to a monk, but for a monk who is arrogant and empty-eyed, ten thousand breaths is not enough, and when they are still opening their mouths in shock, Mo Wentian Zongma has already arrived in front of them, his hand is up and down, and his head has fallen to the ground.

After penetrating the monk's ranks, the Flying Snow War Horse let out a long roar, turned around in a graceful maneuver in mid-air during the run, and with the help of the force, turned around and rushed towards the monk's team again. Mo Wentian swung the Xuanwang Blade and killed him from behind the enemy!

Attacking back and forth, the battlefield changed dramatically, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, thirty Martial King Realm Xun Cultivation Monks were quickly killed by Mo Wentian in this way.

"Brother, you have gone too far, I only killed three martial kings, and you finished killing them, it's too uninteresting. ”

Xuanyuan Tong's war horse was afraid of a distance before returning to the head, and when the counter-kill came, he found that there was no martial king realm, even if there were few generals, even if they were all kinds of changes, Xu Wenping, Jiang Zhaolin, Liu Baiyi and others were also riding war horses and turning around, biting the monks of Xunyu to death, not giving them a chance to breathe, the children behind had already been killed, and the monks above the samurai must die quickly It is the most advantageous.

Here, they are the protectors of the ghost guards, and they must protect the safety of the ghost guards, and these children have a bright future and cannot be damaged in this pointless battle.

The seven-star array of Xu Wenping, Jiang Zhaolin, Liu Baiyi and others is constantly rotating like a killing machine, Mo Wentian is like a dragon entering the sea to open the way for them, and ten people killing them is a long river of blood.

In Qinglin Mountain, they have experienced the battle of the monks, a battle of this scale and number of people, it is too small for them, the battle scene of a thousand people, that is child's play, what they need is to clear the obstacles for the children as quickly as possible.

"Whoever makes you stupid, you can't ride a horse, if you ride a monster, you won't run to the ends of the earth. But your wife has been remarried for many years. "Vertical Variety waved the Xuanwang Blade while sneering.

"It's ever-changing, and I can't control your mouth on the battlefield. Mo Wentian shouted loudly while slashing.

Vertical Baiyan immediately stopped talking, and slashed with the Xuanwang Blade. It took another round trip, and it took thirty breaths for the last samurai to fall under their Xuan King's blade, and the ghost guards just happened to kill him.

These ghost clan ghost guards, the oldest is thirteen years old, and the youngest is only seven years old, don't look at their young age, their cultivation is not low, and they also have a lot of combat experience, which has a lot to do with the fact that they watched the overhaul fighters fight in Fushan.

In addition, they fought with some of the semi-monk tribes of the dog Rong, and with the guidance and protection of these battle-rich people such as the Vertical Variety, the progress was very fast.

They also use the Xuanwang blade, the Xuanwang blade is cold and shining, and the immature killing and the bloody battlefield are a little mismatched, but the knife light does make the trance return to reality, and the result of returning to reality is a cold neck - death!

When Ji Li and the others rushed over, the battle was almost over, and Ji Li's war horse was half a divine horse, and it had already opened a considerable distance from Nangong Lie, Xin Kai and others. He just glanced at Mo Wentian and them, but didn't answer, grabbed the horse's belly, and brandished his saber to kill Xunyu's team!

"Children, make a way for your uncle. Mo Wentian commanded on his horse.

"No!"

Chi Muyun, Xu Moting, Lin Tianhou, Yao Zhilin, and Tao Moliao led five teams to ride a divine horse and rush in front of Ji Li. Now it's a battle of mortals, and if they can't participate, these high-ranking monks won't participate. Although there was no explicit rule that the monks of the tribe could not slaughter the other party's mortal warriors, Mo Wentian felt that it was a bit too bullying. So just follow on horseback, on guard against the monks hiding in the ranks of mortals.

Don't say it, there really are, these people are killers, but it's a pity that in front of the killer of God Kill, they can't be called killers, and before they can do it, they will be killed by God one by one.

"It's a killer's instinct. "Xuanyuan Hitomi has some projects. Don't look at him with pupils, but there are still a few who haven't seen the class, and he didn't see it until the heavens killed.

Then Fei Xuewei followed, Ji Li was protected by the children of the ghost guard and had already been killed, Nangong Lie couldn't follow behind, they were sharp knives, breaking the enemy's formation, so they killed from the other direction.

The flying snow war horses were brought quickly, and they were the cutting-edge combat power that Mo Wentian cultivated for the Pig Kingdom, and there was no way to compare with these ordinary warriors.

It didn't take long for Nangong E, Xin Dingmao, and Hong Renqing to lead a large army to cover up, Nangong E was already a fierce general, and he was also a general, so he didn't hesitate to follow Ji Li's road to kill the past, Xin Dingmao and Hong Renqing each led five thousand battle cultivators to run away from the left and right, and surrounded Xunyu's soldiers.

Flowing fire in July, clothing in September. One day is hairy, and the second day is fierce. No clothes and no brown, how can he die? The third day is in the shackles, and the fourth day is the toe. With my wife and son, I am happy in the south of the country, and the fields are happy.

Flowing fire in July, clothing in September. In spring, there is a sun, and there is Naruto Geng. The woman holds the basket, obeys the micro line, and asks for the soft mulberry. The spring is late, and the harvest is Qiqi. The woman's heart is sad, and she and her son return together.

Flowing fire in July, reeds in August. Silkworm moon strip mulberry, take the axe, in order to cut far away, the other female mulberry. Singing in July, and results in August. Zai Xuan Zai Huang, I Zhu Kongyang, for the son.

Show in April, Song in May. It was harvested in August, and it was seeded in October. One day in the raccoon dog, take the fox, for the son Qiu. On the same day, the two days are the same, carrying martial arts, saying private words, and offering to the public.

In May, the cockroach moved the stock, in June the chicken shook the feather, in July in the wild, in August in Yu, in September in the household, and in October the cricket came under my bed. The dome suffocated the smoked rat and stuffed it into the house. My wife and son, said to change the year, enter this room.

In June, eat Yu and Xu, in July Heng Kwai and Shu, in August peel jujubes, and in October get rice. Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and uncle tho in September, pick salaries, and eat my farmer.

Build a field in September, and harvest in October. Millet is heavy, and wheat is wheat. I am a farmer, my crops are the same, and I have entered the palace. Day in Mao, night and so. It is urgent to take the house, and it begins to sow a hundred grains.

On the second day, the ice was chiseled, and the third day was in Lingyin. On the fourth day, its fleas are offered lambs and leeks. Frost in September, cleansing field in October. Friends wine feast, said to kill the lamb. Standing in the court, he is called a gentleman, and his longevity is boundless.

At this time, among the people of the country, one person sang the ballad of the country, and the song sounded, and the frightened people's eyes had warmth, firmness, and miracles, and one person, everyone sang.

In front of them is their brave protector, the heroes of their tribe, and their pride.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.

The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.

The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.

Another beautiful song rang out.