At night.

The stars flickered, the bright stars and the brazier in the enemy camp were reflected together, the city of Jingzhou was accompanied by the surrender of the wolf warrior horse, Nangong Can's thousands of troops were controlled, and only Yu Wenmo and Lu Qingyang were left around Mo Wentian.

Chu Yanlong's figure floated down from the void, holding a dragon scale dagger that emitted cold light in his hand and frantically attacking Mo Wentian, a soft sword and dragon scale dagger clattering under the night sky.

A neighing sound of a war horse sounded, Chu Feifan's horse halberd quickly rushed towards Mo Wentian, Yuwenmo and Lu Qingyang returned to the horse to find that Chu Feifan was attacking and killing, and they all raised their guns and urged the horse to step into the air.

"It's just wishful thinking that you want to stop the widow from moving forward!"

Chu Feifan's cold voice sounded, and the Divine Dragon Battle Heavenly Halberd in his hand waved up to meet Yu Wenmo and Lu Qingyang, and the two of them came from the left and right, and the spears in their hands pierced through the air one after another.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Dozens of blades collided one after another, and the silver-white light under the night was vertical and horizontal, Chu Feifan's figure was close to the horse's back, and the people and horses were united to dodge the power of Yu Wenmo and Lu Qingyang's tricky attacks, and quickly rushed forward.

A long neighing sound of a horse resounded above the top of the clouds, Chu Feifan tightened the reins in his hand, and the horse's hooves rose high in the wind under his crotch, as if he wanted to smash the night sky.

The three of them returned to their horses at the same time, only to hear the sound of the horse's hooves whipping the earth, Chu Feifan clenched the halberd in his hand with anger on his face, and the huge force in his body penetrated through his arms, and he quickly slapped the horse and killed the two people who were rushing towards him.

Yu Wenmo and Lu Qingyang are also inferior to the martial arts realm, Chu Feifan is one against two, he knows in his heart that if he wants to cut the two of them off the horse, he must not fight for a long time, otherwise the advantage he has will disappear in an instant.

With that in mind.

Chu Feifan's eyes stayed on Lu Qingyang's figure, the long halberd in his hand pierced out of the air, and a flying dragon was released in the sky, Lu Qingyang stared at the oncoming halberd, as powerful as a dragon, as fierce as a tiger, and a huge true qi fluctuation lingered on the tip of the halberd.

"Bang!"

"Buzz!"

The huge force of attack attacked, Lu Qingyang didn't dare to be careless, the silver light cold spear in his hand met it, the powerful collision force stirred, and the air scattered huge ripples and fluctuation power, Lu Qingyang only felt that his arm was numb, his bones seemed to be shattered, and the blood from the exploding tiger's mouth dripped down the spear.

His arm holding the gun trembled, and if he hadn't been quick to hold the reins tightly, he would have flown out upside down and fallen to the ground.

A one-trick enemy?

Although Lu Qingyang was hit hard, he was not completely abolished, at this time he looked at the blood gurgling tiger's mouth, and the trembling arms, and the red anger in his eyes.

Chu Feifanzhi was killing Mo Wentian, how could he let the two of them bind themselves here, rode his horse and quickly rushed towards the attack, dodging the oncoming silver light, and the halberd in his hand pierced Lu Qingyang again.

Yu Wenmo didn't expect that his airtight spear was easily dodged by Chu Feifan, he returned to his horse and looked in the direction of Lu Qingyang, and the sound of blades colliding filled the void.

Yuwen Mo saw that Lu Qingyang was retreating under Chu Feifan's attack, and quickly rushed forward to the two of them, but when he was just close to the two of them wanting to join the battle, the halberd in Chu Feifan's hand had already penetrated Lu Qingyang's figure.

On horseback, Lu Qingyang's figure sat as straight as a sword, the spear in his hand fell to the ground, and the blood flying in his mouth slid down the iron armor on his figure.

The war horse roared and neighed, and Chu Feifan's halberd was pulled out of Lu Qingyang's body, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his halberd to greet Yuwen Mo.

Meanwhile.

Long Yan and Sima Yan rode their horses to Chu Feifan's side, looked at Yu Wenmo in front of them with their eyes, and their voices were indifferent: "Your Majesty, this thief can be handed over to me and the other two!" ”

"Well, the two generals must be careful!"

Chu Feifan said as he rode his horse forward and galloped forward, and Yuwen Mo tried to stop him, but found that the blades in the hands of Long Yan and Sima Yan behind him had already attacked and killed him.

Mo Wentian and Chu Yanlong are fighting fiercely together, one is strong, the other is weird, and he has achieved light work, hundreds of rounds, the two of them can be regarded as between the two of them, and their figures have the scars left by each other.

Chu Yanlong's figure flying backwards flew out, his eyes stayed on Chu Feifan, who came on horseback, and a trembling voice sounded: "Your Majesty, Mo Wentian handed over to his subordinates, and this place will definitely become his burial place tonight." ”

"Yanlong, the world of widows, women, no matter who gets involved, there is only one end, that is, death!"

"Mo Wentian keeps wanting to take Xi'er away, he really wants to get involved in the world of widows, he has already been sentenced to death, and the widows are here to take his life tonight!"

Smell.

Chu Yanlong's figure quickly retreated to the side, handing over Mo Wentian's life to Chu Feifan, only to see his horse galloping wildly, and the journey of the divine dragon entrenched on the halberd on his back looked extremely powerful and incomparable in the night light.

"The new emperor of Zichu, you'd better let the old man go, otherwise the army of the Xuanchi Kingdom will soon wipe out the Zichu Kingdom, don't forget that your Zichu is only a small country of the ninth grade, how can you withstand the soldiers of the eight-rank Xuanchi Kingdom?"

"Mo Wentian, are you threatening the widow? What about the Eight Rank Empire, the sky is high and the earth is far away, if he dares to send troops to Zichu, what if the widow will destroy him Xuanchi Country? ”

Chu Feifanyun was light and light, looking calm and unbreakable, the angry killing intent in his eyes remained eternal, and he didn't take Mo Wentian's threat to heart at all.

"Don't say that the Xuanchi Kingdom is still thousands of miles away, even if it is true that Xuanchi waves his army to attack Zichu, what is the widow afraid of?"

Since Chu Feifan came to the War Continent, he has been in war for several months, which has made him deeply understand a truth, when he is strong, he will have the opportunity to win the world, and when he is strong, he will retreat, and he will only be destroyed.

"Chu Feifan, sooner or later you will have to pay the price for your ignorance and arrogance, even if you are buried here tonight, you will be dragged to hell together!"

Mo Wentian's expression was hideous and terrifying, his eyes flashed with a strong killing intent, and he roared loudly with all his might.

"Haha, Mo asked Tianru the name of the Divine Monarch, I really don't know how to get it, there are tens of thousands of soldiers behind the widow, what kind of wind and waves can you stir up alone?"

"Hurry up and get off the horse and die, the widow can still leave you with a whole corpse!"

Mo Wentian heard Chu Feifan's joking voice, his figure trembled, and he quickly attacked and killed with the soft sword in his hand.

Chu Feifan stared at the oncoming long sword, only to see the sword light released by Mo Wentian suddenly turn around, stabbing him under his neck with lightning speed.

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