There is no need to turn around, the eight people behind him are vividly displayed in their divine consciousness, everyone is sweating, and the loss of internal force is very serious, if it is not for taking turns to rest, I am afraid that they have already been scattered by these ordinary Tartar cavalry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead kept rolling down, which was a reflection of excessive consumption, and Wei Yixiao and the others had almost reached the limit of their bodies.

Zhang Wuji stared at Hadan Baatle in front of him, and said: "Brothers, the general of the Tartars is going to attack in person, the Tartars are going to start the siege, and the final decisive battle is coming. ”

Wei Yixiao looked forward and said with a wry smile: "Sect Master, my subordinates are running out of oil and the lamp is running out, I'm afraid they won't be able to survive the last." ”

Ouyang Zhi also said: "The subordinates are almost the same. ”

Wang Ji didn't speak, and leaned closer to Ouyang Zhi, even if he wanted to die, he had to be closer to his son.

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Don't worry, brothers, you won't die, form a circle and prepare for defense." Wei Yixiao, Ouyang Yan, Wang Ji, and Ouyang Shengwen entered the formation to rest, and seized the time to breathe their bodies, Ouyang Derong guarded the east, Ouyang Shengwei guarded the south, and Ouyang Dehua guarded the west. Narrow it down, prepare. ”

Although everyone didn't understand why the sect leader gave such an order, they all walked around, and a circle of one zhang square quickly formed.

"Don't ask for merit, but ask for no fault, as long as you survive a quarter of an hour, victory is ours." Zhang Wuji said solemnly, these are all good hands behind him that are difficult to find with lanterns, how can they fall easily.

The eyes of Ouyang Derong and the others were staring at the Tartar cavalry that was slowly approaching, these cavalry came from all directions, surrounded to death, and everyone's face was desperate to die, even worse than those Tartars who were charging with arrows just now.

Zhang Wuji stared at Hadan Battell, who was slowly finished, his chest and abdomen bulged, and wave after wave of qi surged towards his throat, and when he arrived, he disappeared, and then another wave of qi surged all the way up from the dantian.

The war horse under Hadan Battle's crotch began to run with small steps, and more and more Tartars gathered behind him, close to each other, looking at Hadan Battle's back full of despair, which was a sign of generous death.

As the distance got closer, Hadan Baatle finally saw the demon's appearance clearly, he didn't look like a demon at all, but a tall scholar. watched him fight from the sun to the sunset, and there was no trace of blood on his body, clean and clean, like a fairy.

No, he's a demon, just a human skin, and Hadanbatel shouted loudly, "Kill, kill, kill,......"

"Kill ,......"

Under his leadership, the final arrow suddenly accelerated, and the faces of the players showed an unnatural flush.

Zhang Wuji stared at Hadan Battell, who was getting closer and closer, and found that his face revealed an expression of going home, looking at death as if he were at home?

Twenty zhang, ten zhang, five zhang, Zhang Wuji's upper body bowed forward abruptly, and the whole head poked forward, just like a ferocious carnivore hunting.

"Kill ,......" I saw a violent tremor in my throat, and an angry roar roared out from my angry open mouth, and the dragon groaned, and a familiar sound attack appeared in front of Wei Yixiao again.

Waves visible to the naked eye surged forward, and Hadanbatel bore the brunt of it, and at that moment, he felt the tremor of his soul, and then his brain buzzed, and he lost all senses, and his face still retained the face of seeing death as if he were at home, but there were blood stains oozing from the five holes.

The running war horse fell to the ground in an instant, and under the inertia, it slid forward more than a foot. His eyes, nostrils, and ears were covered in blood, just like his master.

Under the hellish expressions of Ouyang Zhi and the others, the arrows led by Hadan Batel fell by a third in an instant, and there were more than two hundred people, and the formation they arranged was too dense.

A roar, more than 200 people were killed, what kind of kung fu is this, they don't know sonic kung fu, the most famous is the lion roar of Shaolin, but can the power be so great?

They also heard the roar, but for them, it was just a little higher, and it didn't cause any damage, which also showed that Zhang Wuji's sound attack was not only powerful but also subtle control, which was even more difficult, and he had already cultivated to a half-step innate, and he naturally had a deeper understanding of this.

Everyone looked at Zhang Wuji's back with a hint of fear, which was the nature of animals. The Tartar cavalry, who were slowly approaching from all directions, saw this scene and were stunned, and suddenly shouted, and as soon as they pulled the reins, they were about to run out, but they were so close that there was no room to turn back.

The people in front wanted to run, but the people behind didn't know, and they continued to rush forward, and in just a moment, the Tartars were completely confused.

The battlefield suddenly resounded with all kinds of earth-shattering invations and prayers. Ouyang Zhi was not surprised at all by the Tartars' reaction, because even they felt that the scene just now was too extraordinary.

Zhang Wuji slowly breathed his true qi and internal strength, and the Tartar ten zhang away in front looked at this demonic figure, was frightened, hesitated, and did not dare to run away, not knowing how to deal with the situation in front of him

The general is dead, at first shock and grief, now only fear and fear remain.

"Tell them, King of the Bats, dismount and surrender, squat on the ground, put your head in your hands, and kill everyone who sits on a horse or stands." Zhang Wuji said to Wei Yixiao that among the people around him now, all he knew was Wei Yixiao, and he would say two Tatar words.

Wei Yi was stunned for a moment, his body flashed, he came to the side of a wandering war horse, jumped on the horse, and shouted as he walked: "Dismount and surrender, squat on the ground, and hold your head in your hands, otherwise you will be killed." ”

Wei Yixiao rode a horse and stepped on small broken steps, kept talking, and kept walking.

Many helpless Tartar cavalrymen turned over and dismounted and squatted on the ground without thinking about it, and squatted down on the ground with hulala, and almost all the Tartars around the nine people squatted down, but the Tartars in the rear did not dismount, but shouted and cursed at these dismounted Tartars.

"It seems that it won't take more than a quarter of an hour, you look at these surrendered Tartars, if there are dishonest ones, just kill them." Zhang Wuji kicked his feet on the ground, and two pits of a depth of two feet appeared on the soles of his feet, and his body flew towards those shouting tartars like sharp arrows, with a steel gun in his left hand and a mace in his right hand, he ruthlessly crushed it with endless power and strength.