People are like tigers, horses are like dragons, and 1,600 flying snow guards, with Nangong Lie as arrows, formed a wedge-shaped attack formation, and quickly broke the formation of the dog Rong team. Feixuewei's soldiers were all refined by Mo Wentian with pills, and now they are half monks, plus Feixue's war horse was brought to be the martial palace monk red-clothed guard riding a war horse, and Mo Wentian got it, and it was a surprise, Feixuewei was like boiling water and splashing snow, and he went back to the city at the west gate.

At this time, Ji Qianlin led the former horse lance cavalry to kill out from the west gate, and the battle formation of the dog Rong people had just been dispersed by Feixue Wei, Ji Qianlin picked up a big bargain and quickly entered the city from the east gate.

"Hahaha, it's still our children who are brave, this spirit, this momentum. Nangong Haha laughed.

"That's Feixuewei was personally trained by the national teacher, you have been teaching for almost twenty years, and this group of children is not a gentleman's child, and they are not even qualified to enter the main war department. Hong Renqing said on the side.

"That's also our seed, your kid didn't go in, it can be seen that when you sowed the seeds, you didn't choose the seeds, and casually threw a seed on the wasteland, and it didn't grow well. Nangong E said with a big grin.

"You, my child is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and good kung fu, but he got lost during the selection of Feixuewei, otherwise it would not be your child's turn to be the leader of Feixuewei. Hong Renqing said angrily with a red face.

"What the Snowguards need is absolute obedience, and they must be condensed into a rope, this is a group, after all, the number of Snowguards is too small, and there is no need for a maverick. Mo Wentian said lightly.

Hong Renqing was stunned for a moment, let him be a think-tank figure of Zhou Guo, he didn't understand why his son was defeated for three years, it turned out that it was not ability, but too arrogant, too unique, seven dissatisfied with eight dissatisfied every day, and his self-esteem was too high.

The scattered people who followed on the side also sighed in their hearts, his son also lost the election, he guessed that this was the case, and now it has finally been confirmed, he is not a monk, but after his son arrived in Mocheng Baili, he began to go around, he knew that there was something strange, but he didn't dare to say.

Xie Guoshi pointed out. Hong Renqing bowed and saluted.

"That's it, those children who lost the election are actually good seedlings, let them manage the people, temper them for twenty or thirty years, they will not be worse than you, and to manage the place, you need mavericks. Mo Wentian said lightly.

Even if they are extremely witty, but compared with Mo Wentian, the gap comes out.

Due to the initiative of the Zhou State, the position of the Dog Rong people was disrupted, and the people who were driven to flee in all directions, and the strategy of driving the people to attack the city failed, and the angry Dog Rong people scattered their horses and killed the people of the secret country and the communist country who fled in all directions. Suddenly, there were corpses all over the field.

"The state of Zhou should protect these people. She said suddenly.

Mo Wentian's identity is more transcendent, Mo Wentian did not restrict his movements, only restricted him from entering the harem, they came to protect the princess, did not enter the harem, had nothing to do, and watched the battle on the city wall.

"This is the Zhou State, not the Secret State and the Republic State, they should protect their people, our people, who have traveled thousands of miles and crossed the entire Dog Rong, and none of their people have been harmed. Put away your sympathy, we will have 50,000 war troops, dealing with millions of canurong people, who has helped us in the surrounding Shang Emperor's kingdom? Except for you who have a thousand people, the Rui State has tried every means to shirk it, and the secret state and the communist state do not recognize the existence of the Zhou State at all, not only do not let our envoys enter the city, but also want to search and kill our envoys. Seeing the brutal sympathy of the battlefield overflowing?

If we had just stepped into the area actually controlled by the Shang Emperor, and the four countries sent troops to deter, the Inurong people would have retreated without a fight, and we would have allowed the Inurong people to be arrogant here, and still have so many people killed, our war department has lost more than 5,000 people, these people are all innocent, and they are all formed by the inaction of these countries.

We crossed the dog Rong, fought all the way, and had to protect the people, we were exhausted when we arrived here, and we wanted to let friendly countries help, but we were ostracized, a year ago, the eldest son Ji Tai and the second son Ji Yong arrived in Zhouyuan and sent letters to various countries, not to say that these countries were in a hurry and did not have time to prepare. Mo Wentian said coldly.

She was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

After the raid of Zhou City, he closed the city gate and did not further attack the war department of the dog Rong, and the main war department of the dog Rong people scattered in all directions, venting their anger on the people who drove them, and chased them everywhere on horseback.

"These fools are not small. Open the main gate Nangong Lie, lead Feixue Wei, let's take a look. ”

"No!"

The main gate opened, and Mo Wentian charged forward with the Xuanwang Blade, and directly killed the big tent of the dog Rong people.

"Where to go!" A general-level hermit monk chased after him from behind, the monk's pace was faster than the horse, and Mo Wen didn't even look at it and shot an arrow backwards, hitting the center of the person's eyebrows.

Mo Wentian didn't stop, the Xuanwang blade waved, and with a bang, the big tent was split, and the leaders inside were taken aback.

"Kill them all!

"No!"

Nangong Lie and the others roared by, and the heads of those leaders moved, attacking several big tents, and without killing a single big leader, the people of the dog Rong had already come back to their senses and began to gather.

"Let's go!"

"No!"

Nangong Lie took the lead and ran back in front, and Mo Wentian broke off in the back and galloped towards the city gate.

"Let's go first?, it's not that easy!" Forty or fifty monks ran the exercises to catch up.

"Hey, how can you monks attack the Mortal Spirit Warriors!" Mo Wentian asked loudly.

"We have this capital, you have the ability to send monks to deal with us, hahaha, pedantic Central Plains monks, the special ones still pay attention to this on the battlefield, is this a battlefield, a place of life and death, as long as you can kill people, you can use anything! You have you can use it too!" Shah rode a horse and laughed: "Kill them, skillfully take the flying snow war horse, kill a person, and my Shah Department will give 10,000 supernatural beings!"

"For that rider, do you have the final say?"

"Lao Tzu is the king of Da Rong, Shah, and naturally Lao Tzu has the final say. You despicable Central Plains people, as long as you can kill the gate, the mountain god and the water god will not blame you! We dogs don't have that rule, as long as we can kill people. ”

"Okay, in that case, let's each rely on our own strength, I am the great master of the Zhou Kingdom, in charge of the entire Zhou Kingdom, accept your conditions, let's not care about the monks and ordinary soldiers, just cut and kill, Feixue Wei turns, and the ghost guard attacks!"

Mo Wentian shouted, the flying snow war horse turned around in the air, a cold light flashed from the Xuanwang blade, and the thirty monks who chased after him on horseback all rolled off their horses.

From the impact on the Dog Rong Zhai Gate to the victory turn, Mo Wentian only killed one military general because of this regulation, but this regulation on the battlefield is not dead, as long as the two sides agree, they can fight each other in all directions. Since the big dog Rong King agreed, then Mo Wentian was polite.

"The head of the family, it's suffocating us, wow quack, hurry up, or we'll let the head of the house be killed!" Akagiyun rode the flying snow war horse to the front, since two years ago, all the ghost guards entered the ranks of monks, and after being able to exhale vitality, they are monks, and when they can release their internal qi and external qi, they are real monks.

After Chimuyun and the others became monks, they rarely went to war, after all, their eldest was eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest was eight or nine years old, and their cultivation was in the realm of bronze armor warriors, and they belonged to warriors among the monks, Mo Wentian didn't let them fight, these children were all treasures, with high talent, and tenacity, and it would be a pity if they were damaged when their cultivation just started.

Chi Mu Yun, Xu Moting, Lin Tianhou, Yao Zhilin, Tao Moliao five people, Chi Mu Yun is the presidential leader, charging ahead. Xu Moting, Lin Tianhou, Yao Zhilin, and Tao Moliao were the deputy commanders, and each led a wedge-shaped team of 200 people to rush out of the city gate. Before the Blizzard could charge, the Ghost Guards rushed past them like lightning, Tiehua bows full, arrows raining down.

These arrows are not ordinary bows and arrows, all of them are blessed with wind riding charms and breath-breaking charms, they are monks, the two sides are not on the same level at all, an arrow shoots over, just like wearing a sugar gourd, string a string at once, before the two sides have touched, the dog Rong people fell a piece.

"Adults, help!" Shah shouted in panic, he was originally a daz, he didn't expect Mo Wentian to be so high, he killed thirty monks with one move, and he was already rushing towards him with a knife.

Mo Wentian's flying snow war horse is the real divine horse, fed with pills, it has already stimulated the blood veins in its body, and its four hooves are like the wind like a ghost.

"Boy, stop!"

A martial king hermit cultivator carried the dust, the white beard fluttered, and the fairy wind Dao bones rushed to rescue Shahe, he was not slow, his posture was calm, and the dust was gently shaken, and he rolled towards the blade of Mo Wen Tianxuan King. Whisk dust is a strange blade, and it is also a kind of magic weapon, which is generally made with the tail of a beast and then refined, and marked with a talisman. Those who use dust as blades are generally not ordinary monks, and there are many immortal families who belong to cultivating immortals.

The corners of Mo Wentian's mouth provoked a strange arc, this casual cultivation is not, it is just to hit the wall, a witch cultivator, a casual cultivator who is less than half a bottle of wandering, hit the wall here with him. Mo Wentian's hand shook, and the second slash of King Xuan's eight slashes - chasing the wind and slashing! The wind was pervasive and transformed with the object, and naturally bypassed the dust and slashed towards the monk who hit the wall.

There is a price to pay for everything, hitting the wall is also like blinking an eye, if it is not serious, it will break the head and bleed, and if it is serious, it will be fatal, this monk of the fairy wind dao bone completely interprets this, Mo Wentian's war horse did not stop at all, and he was cut into two pieces. Now Mo Wentian, the Martial King is invincible. Not to mention a casual cultivator who wanders around with less than half a bottle, even a monk carefully supported by a big family, and he is not his opponent. Shah didn't run a few steps, he was beheaded by Mo Wentian, and then the Xuanwang blade was raised high, and he struggled to slash towards the camp of Shahe's department, and the vitality of the riot gathered in the air, this is the wind chasing slash issued with all his strength, a knife cut out, the will to drive, under the smelting of yin and yang, the vitality condensed into a knife, and shot out, the life of the tens of millions of yuan gas knife harvester Shah tribe, this knife is not to mention ordinary people, even the monks below the military general can't resist it, this knife Mo Wentian almost used up all the yin and yang qi he stored.

The shadow of the sword is pervasive, turning into a ray of light and shadow, as if it is real and illusory, where it passes, blood flows like a river, the monk is angry, and the mountains and rivers change, which is not an exaggeration but a modesty.

This knife went down, harvested the lives of ordinary Shah soldiers, and killed the generals of Shah with one sword.

After doing this, Mo Wentian carried the Xuanwang Blade and rode towards Mitubu.