The hanging rope is like a giant dragon lying across the mountain stream, exuding a copper-green light, this iron rope is the thickness of a person, and the residents of other villages and cities can pass through it unharmed on weekdays.

Now, under the urging of Cui Zhiyun, the general guarding the pass, this hanging rope has become a soul-snatching rope, and two thousand Xiqi soldiers have fallen in this pass in a blink of an eye.

It's a pity, most of them have become cannon fodder under the catastrophe, and they don't even have the qualifications to be on the list.

The mountain stream is blowing in the wind, which makes people shudder.

At this moment, a mountain bird flew by, as if weightless, and fell towards the mountain stream.

Muzha frowned: "It's been three days!"

"In this Xiqi army, isn't there a general who is proficient in formation?"

The adjutant general whispered: "Prime Minister Jiang Cheng has trained a large army, and now he is fighting with the big merchant soldiers on the battlefield, the formation of our army is still proficient in the recent past, but the general who commands the big formation has not yet." ”

Mu Zha said: "Without the general in command, the power of this big array will lose its soul, look at the general on the opposite side, if there are 10,000 more troops on the other side, we can only go home!"

Everyone else around them bowed their heads in shame.

This feeling of being crushed by the enemy's generals in terms of ability is even more uncomfortable than dying on the battlefield, but Xiqi's heritage is like this, how can it be compared with the big business?

If it weren't for the general trend of heaven and earth on Xiqi's side, it is estimated that in a few years, Xiqi would be removed from this world.

Mu Zha shook his head and sighed, carrying Wu Hook on his back, holding a mixed iron rod in his hand, patted it on the head of the fox, and stepped forward in the void.

In the end, he still has to break the formation, but he can't care about it so much, there is a master behind him pushing the disciples to go to the battlefield one by one, and Nezha's hatred in his heart is driving him forward.

Once upon a time, he, an outstanding disciple of three generations, felt that it was a humiliation for others to make a move when he was in the competition, but now as the main general in the army, he has to bully the small to break the barrier.

"It's indeed a shame, but driven by the general trend of heaven and earth, what can I do in vain?"

Muzha stood above the mountain stream.

shouted: "Listen to the general on the other side, if you surrender now, I will spare you from death, and recommend to Prime Minister Jiang Cheng that you will be named a general, with your talent, you will definitely be able to leave a prestigious name on the battlefield, and you will be prosperous and rich in the future, and your son will be able to seal his wife." ”

"If not, I'm afraid I'll have one more revenant soul under this mixed iron rod!"

Cui Zhiyun stepped on the battlements through the suspension rope, and sneered: "Are you joking? You want me to surrender? You yellow-haired boy is really ridiculous, do you know how many arrogant people like you have seen me in tens of thousands of years of war?"

"Look for death!" Mu Zha raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily.

The black mixed iron rod in his hand slammed out a stick shadow thousands of zhang long, and smashed on the city pass with a 'boom', splashing a spark like a gossip symbol, and the formation flashed a few times before returning to normal.

"You impatient old ghost, tens of thousands of years later, you still look like an immortal and immortal, do you really think that I don't dare to kill you if I cherish your talent?"

Let's talk about it.

The iron rod in his hand was as fast as a phantom, and dozens of sticks were smashed down without stopping.

The void shook like a piece of paper.

The eagle saw that the space of the pass was distorted, but the strange thing was that the Xiongguan formed by these two mountain cliffs was only a boulder rolling down, and there was not much substantial damage!

Whenever he hit out with a powerful stick, a suction force came from under the suspended rope, and ten percent of the power reached the opposite pass, leaving only three percent.

However, Muzha did not stop there.

Sitting cross-legged on the sinister sword, the mixed iron rod shrunk and placed in the palm of his hand, and the palm of his hand was held up, facing the eagle to see the sorrow.

I saw that in the palm of his hand, a large stick shadow hit out like raindrops, even if it was weakened, Cui Zhiyun had a feeling that he couldn't resist.

"Wind!"

The black wind blew on Mu Zha's body, and he didn't move, only the corners of his clothes fluttered slightly.

In the palm of the hand, the dense stick shadow, like a peacock opening the screen, continued to hit the male pass.

"Ray!"

"Rain!"

"Change formation!"

"Sancai!"

On the top of Mu Zha's head, the sun, moon and stars appeared one after another, burning with fire and smashing down, Mu Zha just raised his head slightly, took off the Wu Hook sword from his back, and slashed the sun, moon and star with three strokes.

Wu Hook placed on the knee of the cross-seater, pinched the trick with one hand, and rolled in the palm of the other hand with an inch-long mixed iron rod, each time it was a fan-shaped dense stick shadow, hitting Xiongguan.

Cui Zhiyun's face was solemn, when encountering such an opponent with strong combat talent, unless he formed a complete formation, it would be really difficult to deal with.

The invincible formation just now, which pressed the opposite Xiqi army and couldn't raise its head, was like scratching an itch on Mu Zha's body.

Black Water, Blue Wind, Golden Thunder, Giant Wood, etc., roared around Mu Zha, but they quickly shattered, and they couldn't do him any harm at all.

Mu Zha said: "Master said, there are two kinds of stick methods: 'Fan Stick' and 'Zen Stick', the stick method of ordinary fighting, just empty brute force, but the Zen stick practice to a high level, but it can exert a stronger power than supernatural powers and Taoism. ”

"Well, let's settle the matter with a stick!"

Mu Zha sat on the sinister side, the treasure was solemn, and his body was immeasurably shining and said: "Qiankun stick method!"

In the palm of his hand, the light blooms, like holding a round of sun!

The small mixed iron rod suddenly became a stick about 3,000 zhang long, the thickness of a water tank, and on this black stick, thousands of Muzha figures appeared, including when he was meditating, when he was practicing swords, and when he was drunk under the moon......

The stick seemed to carry a world, and it fell down towards the eagle.

Cui Zhiyun was shocked: "Not good!"

Simply and decisively waved the flag in his hand, and thousands of well-trained heavenly soldiers immediately stopped running from the shadows that could not be seen clearly.

Saw.

Cui Zhiyun waved the pennant again.

These thousands of soldiers also changed to a flying flag, and the wind and clouds were surging overhead, and the phantom of a giant bird appeared, soared into the air, and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye, heading towards Dingjun City.

Cui Zhiyun waved his hand to put away the suspension rope at the moment when the mixed iron rod fell, and just dodged away, with a 'boom', the eagle saw that the city gate tower was smashed open.

Rubble splattered everywhere.

"I have never suffered such a defeat on the battlefield before, but this time I was defeated and fled in front of the general. ”

Turning his head and looking at it unwillingly.

He took out a small flag and waved it twice, thunder and lightning grew in the air, and a pair of silver wings grew behind him, cutting a wonderful arc, and fled in the blink of an eye.

Mu Zha held the mixed iron rod, stood on the Xiongguan, looked at the electric light in the clouds, and said secretly: "It's a pity, this person is a general." But if you escape this time, will you be able to escape next time?"

Mu Zha's eyes looked at Dingjun City, as if he saw Qin Feng drinking tea and chatting.

And Qin Feng also put down the teacup and stood up at this time, hundreds of miles away, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his eyes.

Sometimes, when the saint makes a move, he throws the magic weapon out of his hand, and a family and a city thousands of miles away can disappear from the world.

With the profundity of the comprehension of the unity of heaven and man, masters fight each other, and even only need to sit in the cave and pinch their fingers to calculate, or compete for supernatural powers, magic weapons, concentration, luck, and so on across thousands of miles.

If two saints take weapons and you slash me and I slash you, how unlike?

However, Qin Feng is only slightly sensing at present, and he has not yet reached the level of that kind of air combat.

When the eagle saw that the pass was broken, the Xiqi soldiers looked at the figure standing on the Xiongguan with awe, what kind of combat power is this?

It's amazing!

Of course, like the Wuding River and the Black Mountain Pass, it is easy to break the pass, but it is impossible to destroy this pass, and the two sides of the mountain stream are still intact.

......

When Muzha breaks the level.

It was late at night, under the full moon, in a quaint mansion, the moonlight shone on the ground through the carved wooden windows.

Then.

Li Jing suddenly sat up with a sweaty face, gasping for breath, as if he had dreamed of something terrible.

"Muzha, Jinzha!"

"It's not good, Dingjun City! they're in danger!"

If a cultivator has any dream, there is a chance that it will become a reality, especially if it is a blood relative, once something happens, it will be very clear, comparable to a powerful calculation.

Li Jing ordered all the soldiers and horses to take advantage of the night, and he was about to go to Dingjun City, he didn't care about any rebellion, if he really had the ambition to the court, with his ability, he would not still be a general soldier of Zhenguan.

The four hooves of the mount under him smoked, holding Li Jing into the air.