When the northern monsters and the Zhou people's Wang Division's strong army were exhausted, Guo Yang's cavalry suddenly charged, and more than 3,000 horses, like three sharp knives, quietly inserted and cut through.

Ah Jiu, Ah Mu and Ah Tu led the team, taking the lead and being invincible.

They are the tips of three knives.

The cavalry of the steppe people brandished flower bones in their hands and bombarded the shields and heads of those men, and along the way, like watermelons bursting, not even a single wail came out.

The scimitar on horseback quickly cut through the flesh and bones of those humans and beasts, making a "ho-ho-ho" sound, which made the roots of the teeth itch.

Whether it is the Zhou people, the king or the monsters of the north, kill together.

Guo Yang's order is cold and resolute, which has nothing to do with the so-called national hatred and family feud, nor does it have anything to do with the different paths of man and beast.

If they want to have a clean grassland, they must destroy the former enemy, the current enemy and the future enemy together, otherwise, Guo Yang will regret it.

He hated the Zhou people for destroying his kingdom, displacing millions of merchants and living like wild dogs, under the obscenity of knives and whips, and living without dignity.

But he hates those beasts on the northern snow field even more, cruel and bloodthirsty, inhumane, once they defeat the Zhou people and occupy the entire farming tribe, it will be a hell on earth.

Just, kill them all.

The northern monster is pouring out this time, and once it is destroyed, it will be a disaster forever.

Although there are still several strong teams in the Zhou people's Wang Division, after this battle, they will definitely be greatly damaged, and they will never be able to harass the grassland for more than ten years.

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Watching his three cavalry tigers enter the herd of sheep, cutting melons and chopping vegetables to slaughter those Zhou soldiers and northern monsters, Guo Yang nodded slightly, rode a black horse, and walked slowly, straight to the golden-faced man under the black dragon.

This is a fierce rival, Guo Yang wants to meet this miscellaneous in person.

Anu, Mr. Wild Fox, and Green Fox followed.

Under the Black Dragon's banner, the golden-faced man quickly recovered from his initial shock, confusion, and rage.

He turned around slowly and looked coldly at Guo Yang who was walking towards him.

It was an ordinary-looking young man, with a slightly dark skin, dressed in a white linen robe, and his long hair was casually combed together with a cloth and hung softly behind his shoulders.

Guo Yang sat on the back of a horse, loose and sloppy, looking a little lazy.

The golden-faced man's pupils shrank slightly, his hands clenched in his sleeves half-clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white.

Seeing that victory was in sight, the great achievement was about to be completed, and after defeating the elite of the Zhou people's Wang Division, he would drive straight into the Central Plains and re-enter the Central Plains.

Unexpectedly, a small mongrel appeared out of nowhere, and it ruined his big thing.

If you don't break the corpse of the person in front of you into thousands of pieces, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in his heart!

"Xia people?" When they were twenty or thirty zhang apart, Guo Yang half-squinted, looked at the golden-faced man, and asked indifferently.

"Since you know a certain family, why do you hurt me?" The golden-faced man looked at Guo Yang coldly, and a powerful aura burst out.

"The remnant soul of the Xia King?" Guo Yang ignored the breath and continued to ask.

"The descendants of the black dragon, it doesn't matter whether they are crippled or not, they are all their descendants. Who are you? The golden-faced man said coldly.

He was a little jealous of the loose young man in front of him, and as for why this was so, he couldn't tell, in short, he felt a hint of danger.

"Me? An unknown junior, how can he be worried, but to say it is insulting to the ears of the former king. Guo Yang smiled, revealing two rows of neat and clean teeth.

"Look at your makeup, you should be a descendant of a merchant. Zhou Gou is your businessman's enemy, why do you help them? The golden-faced man's eyes flashed slightly, staring at Guo Yang and asked.

"I didn't help anyone, you look carefully, people on both sides of Lao Tzu are killed." Guo Yang said with a smile.

"Why are you like that?" The golden-faced man asked in a cold voice.

"I'm in a good mood. Zhou Gou is known as the invincible army of the twelve kings, and as a result, let a group of your brutes be beaten into pigs' heads, this useless waste, it is better to let them die early. As for you, you are a group of beasts, Lao Tzu is in a good mood today, and he is slaughtering and playing by the way. Guo Yangchao said indifferently, like a gangster.

The golden-faced man's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were like electricity, approaching Guo Yang.

Guo Yang's face did not change, he talked and laughed, and turned his head to Anu, Mr. Wild Fox and Qinghu and said: "Look, the king who is out of breath is actually similar to a wild dog, he bares his teeth at every turn, which is embarrassing!" ”

After finishing speaking, he shook his head and sighed, as if he was lamenting the impermanence of the world, and his words were mean, making it clear that he wanted to anger this golden-faced man.

"Little brute, look for death!" Sure enough, the golden-faced man was furious and suddenly struck.

With a flip of his hands in his sleeves, a huge palm print suddenly appeared, with a fishy and unpleasant smell that rushed straight to Guo Yang.

Guo Yang had long been wary of the golden-faced man rioting and hurting people, and the breath around him was ready to go, when he was pretending to talk nonsense, his left hand pinched the trick in his sleeve, and his right hand was sealed, and in a flash of thought, a huge fist shadow smashed out.

A palm and a fist collided instantly.

There was a loud bang, and the palm print and fist shadow cracked into pieces, turning into a cloud of light and mist and dissipating with the wind.

Guo Yang and the golden-faced man's faces changed slightly at the same time, Guo Yang's face was pale, and the golden-faced man's face was even more yellow.

"Little bastard!" The golden-faced man gritted his teeth and said.

"Thief mother!" Guo Yang grinned and said.

Again, the two shot at the same time.

This time, the golden-faced man's palm print was as black as ink, the size of more than a zhang, and the sound of the sharp breaking of the air was amazing.

Everywhere the wind passed, the land became black, the air was cold to the bone, and there was a faint terrifying roar, which was soul-stirring.

Guo Yang jumped out of the horse, and stepped up, a huge fist shadow shining blue and white, like a headless demon king, spinning wildly, wrapping Guo Yang tightly in it.

The golden-faced man saw Guo Yang fit and hit his huge palm print, a sneer appeared on his face, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, the spiritual power in his body poured out.

In the blink of an eye, the black palm print suddenly increased by more than two times, enveloping Guo Yang and the blue and white fist shadow.

Not far away, Anu was stunned.

With Guo Yang's usual cautious and cunning nature, why did he use such a lose-lose style of play from the beginning?

Mr. Wild Fox showed a faint hint of approval, and smiled.

Guo Yang's fist shadow collided with the huge palm print, making an earth-shattering loud sound, black gas filled, rolling, and wrapped in a wisp of blue and white gas, suddenly tearing the air within the surrounding seven or eight zhang range, making a piercing sharp whistling sound.

"Little crumb, you will die!" The golden-faced man smirked, blindly injecting spiritual power into the palm print.

The black qi gradually became thicker, with teeth and claws, like a black monster with a hideous face, like a snake and a dragon, rolling wildly, completely drowning Guo Yang and the blue and white qi that wrapped his body.

"Young Master!" Anu took a step abruptly and was about to help, but was stopped by Mr. Wild Fox.

"Wait." Mr. Wild Fox said indifferently.

Qinghu looked at it carefully, his face was full of worry, and he put his hand in his arms, as if he wanted to take out some magic weapon.

"Up, shred these dog mongrels!" The king before the golden-faced man was gone, and he was like a beast full of anger, with a hideous face.

The group of huge monsters behind him let out a long howl, bared their teeth and pounced, heading straight for Mr. Wild Fox, Anu and Green Fox.

With a swipe, Anu swung out with a knife, and the monster that pounced on him had a cold throat, which had been cut, sprayed with blood foam, and staggered forward.

Mr. Wild Fox flicked his fingers and shot dozens of white points of light.

Those small points of light flickered in the air, flickering and flickering, like dozens of bewitching eyes, and instantly disappeared into the eyebrows of the group of monsters that first pounced.

Those monsters were shot in the center of the eyebrows by the small light point popped up by Mr. Wild Fox, and their expressions changed greatly, and the ugly faces with blue faces and fangs actually showed a trance, dancing with their hands, turning around timidly and tremblingly, and actually slamming their hands at the same kind that swarmed behind, killing more than a dozen in the blink of an eye.

"Demon remnants!" The golden-faced man turned his head suddenly, stared at Mr. Wild Fox, and then slowly moved his gaze to the childish face of the green fox.

The green fox sat on the back of the horse, his face full of concern, looking at the blue and white light that was struggling to support in the crazy tumbling black gas, and he didn't see the abnormal look of the golden-faced man.

"Okay, okay, save me from looking for it again, and you all die together!" The golden-faced man raised his head to the sky and let out a long strange roar, the breath on his body soared, and a phantom of a dragon and snake appeared in the center of his eyebrows, which was strange and terrifying.

The golden-faced man turned his hand and took out the crystal clear ball, injected a stream of spiritual power, and immediately released bursts of soft golden light, enveloping Mr. Wild Fox and the others.

The golden light seemed to have a strange power, making everything around it slow and sluggish, as if time had been stretched.

Especially Guo Yang, who was trapped in the tumbling black air, his movements were extremely slow, and his gestures were like slow motion, which was originally a violent punch, but it became slow and swaying, which was quite weird.

Slowing everything down and making people drowsy, this artifact made Mr. Wild Fox look ugly.

Guo Yang, who was in the tumbling black qi, suddenly moved in his heart, and the strange mana of this soft golden light gave him a rather familiar feeling, as if he had seen the same magic weapon in the distant past, or in the future.

The magic weapon is also crystal clear, close to transparent, making everything sluggish and drowsy.

Before Guo Yang pounced on the black qi, he had already taken out the demon clan's secret treasure blood jade bone fragment, and his calculation was to forcibly summon the soul beast little gray ape in the black qi tumbling.

That guy has been asleep since the last time he killed Hazhnau. This golden-faced man's cultivation is obviously higher than his own, and according to Mr. Wild Fox, he should break through the bottleneck and build a foundation at an advanced level.

In terms of cultivating the true exercises alone, Guo Yang was not sure of winning, so he simply risked his life and wanted to summon a soul beast to deal with the golden-faced man.

Unexpectedly, the little gray ape did not change at all, which made Guo Yang begin to regret it greatly.

"Little color ape, play dead at the critical moment!" Guo Yang cursed secretly in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

Seeing that everyone was controlled by the soft golden light scattered by the ball, Guo Yang urged the power of the spirit and demon in his body with all his strength, raised his head to the sky and roared, and several gray lights flashed in his eyebrows.

A fierce breath erupted.

The soft golden light is like a spring breeze, which makes the bones soft.

The breath that erupted on Guo Yang's body was like a slaughter in autumn and winter, which made people feel chilled.

The two meet, silently, and dissipate at the same time.

Black gas, golden light, no trace, as if everything is nothing.

Mr. Wild Fox, Guo Yang, Anu and Qinghu returned to normal.

The golden-faced man's face froze, his magic weapon was inexplicably broken, and he couldn't help but glance down at the ball in his hand.

At this moment, Guo Yang's palm was slightly cold, and a sharp and strange roar suddenly came out, piercing the eardrums, but it was the little gray ape who finally woke up.