After Wu Ye recovered completely, he shouted, "Let me come." "Flew up from the warhorse, went over everyone's heads, and went straight to Zangming. He saw a Cheng Ze's whole body with a dark light, suppressing Zang Ming to death, as if he wanted to take it for use.

Wu Yeye's body was filled with fire, far more domineering and tough than Cheng Ze's Netherfire Fire. Cheng Ze's ghost fire collided with Wu Ye's karmic fire, and it was immediately extinguished a lot, and it couldn't be matched at all.

It's just that Cheng Ze didn't have time to react at all, Zangming's temptation was too great, it seemed to have a kind of magic, when it was close to it, everything in the outside world ceased to exist, only things and me.

Even Wu Ye's fist smashed his chest, and Cheng Ze still had an unfinished smile on his face.

Cheng Ze's fingertips lightly touched Zangming, and at the moment before he died, he heard a voice from Zangming, which was a distant call from ancient times.

Chaowen said, death at night is enough.

Wu Ye held Zang Ming with both hands, and confronted the strength of the twenty top-grade masters in front of him. The energy is surging, and it will bottom out in an instant.

Rushing into battle, what is important is momentum, Wu Ye did not take any tricks, but after all, the realm is still shallow, with one enemy and twenty, there is a gap in the total amount of energy.

Wu Ye gritted his teeth, and he couldn't stop his tendency to retreat. His feet ploughed two deep furrows in the ground, Wu Ye let out a low roar, and the karmic fire flourished again, forming a figure behind him.

The moment the figure's arms opened, the air in all directions seemed to be suddenly emptied, and the natural energy remaining in the air was continuously replenished into Wu Ye's body, and the pond that was originally nearly exhausted suddenly ushered in a happy rain, and crystal clear water was seen in the pond mud ravine.

Wu Ye grinned and said to himself, "So that's the case." ”

When Wu Ye had just received the precious supplies, Wu Yong and the Xiong Xiong soldiers who were following closely behind had also been killed. They plunged like sharp knives into the chest of the Zheng Zhuang Gong army, and although the back road was cut off by the Zheng soldiers who quickly surrounded them, they still maintained an indomitable charging posture.

When Wu Yong passed by Wu Ye's side, he turned his head and whispered, "Brother, it looks a little miserable." ”

Wu Ye threw out a mouthful of blood, and said sadly: "In the future, I will not stay with Yan Ying, and the skills of falling into the well will be learned very quickly." ”

Wu Yong rose in the air, his palms were full of wind, blessed for nine days, and smashed into the Zhengzhuang Gong Array under the cover of Yunbian Yue. Others can't lock the Wu Yong Qi machine hidden in the cloud side moon at all, so they can't talk about stopping it.

The combined attack of twenty people was completely disrupted by Wu Yong, and Wu Ye, who was able to breathe, quickly regained a little bit of energy, and the majestic cavalry around him continued to rush forward, killing an uninhabited passage in front of Wu Ye, and the end of the passage reached the chariot of Zheng Zhuang Gong.

Zheng Zhuanggong looked at Wu Ye's gritted teeth expression from afar, and panicked in his heart, what was going on? 60,000 troops, how could he be killed by him with a thousand horsemen.

At this moment, Wu Ye walked on this unmanned passage with a strong killing intent, getting closer and closer.

Zheng Zhuanggong hurriedly called the drummer to give the order, and asked the master who was fighting with Gongzi Ji Hu in front to retreat to protect himself.

The masters under his command who were fighting with Ji Hu's remnants heard the sound of the summoned drums, and looked back, only to see a black dragon-like cavalry team galloping back and forth in the Chinese army array, which would soon threaten the safety of Zheng Zhuanggong, and also took into account the good situation he saw, and withdrew from the battlefield and rushed to the direction of the Chinese army.

Although the master left, Gongzi Ji suddenly did not have any joy, because his eyes were full of black pressure Zheng Bing, surging like sea water, making people desperate, the war knife in his hand was no longer so sharp, his wrist had become sour and heavy, and his ears only heard the sound of the mountain roaring and tsunami, and he couldn't tell whether it was the wind or the roar.

Suddenly, Ji suddenly seemed to see a lark flying up from the battlefield and soaring into the sky.

He remembered that when he was a child, in his yard, there seemed to be a lark that often jumped from the branches and disappeared into the sky. When I was young and lonely, my mother left this world forever, and my father rarely came to this yard. No one cared about it for many years, and suddenly one day, many unfamiliar faces rushed to the originally small courtyard, crowded together, and congratulated Ji Hu, who still didn't understand. Later, Ji suddenly learned that his only brother drowned. Although Ji Hu has a very weak impression of this brother who has only met a few times and always has a fierce expression on his face, but for his death,

Or show the sadness it deserves.

Ji Hu didn't understand why these people in front of him were so happy about the death of their relatives, this shouldn't be a happy thing. Everyone scrambled to show a smile at Ji Hu, hoping that the future King Zheng would remember his appearance, they chattered non-stop, Ji Hu didn't understand anything, and didn't want to listen, he raised his head and saw the lark rushing to the sky and never came back.

Ji Hu held on to the arrow that had been shot into the gap in the armor on his chest, and fell off the horse with his head up, as if falling into the bottomless sea, perhaps the elder brother who couldn't remember his appearance drowned, and he felt the same way.

Ji suddenly glanced at the sky for the last time and slowly closed his eyes.

"The traitor Ji is dead!" Zheng Jun shouted loudly.

"Ji Hu is dead!" Thousands of people shouted. A familiar smile appeared on their faces.

Ji Xi, who was standing at the head of the city, sighed softly and said, "It's okay." ”

Bi Kun and Chen Min, two human level masters, jumped down first.

The gate of the capital slowly opened, and the 20,000 elite soldiers of the Tiger Prison Pass inside all came out and rushed towards the two already exhausted armies.

A thousand heroic cavalry were like a swimming dragon, charging back and forth around the Zheng Zhuang Gong chariot, and the Zheng army who wanted to get close to the rescue could not get close at all.

Only more than thirty high-grade masters took advantage of the gap between the majestic cavalry rushing elsewhere and came to the field.

Wu Ye was only ten zhang away from Zheng Zhuanggong, and as he walked slowly all the way, his energy had fully recovered. The raging karmic fire was monstrous, dyeing his sky red.

Wu Yong, who was floating above him, also had to avoid the scorching karmic fire and choose another field.

The wind in Wu Yong's hand has already released eighteen lines, the dust dragon is rolling forward, and countless illusory sword soldiers roll up the weapons of the dead Zheng Bing, intertwined, and it is impossible to distinguish which is true and which is false.

Zheng Zhuang Gong held the armrest of the chariot and looked at the Wu brothers who were like gods descending to earth, and his heart suddenly lost confidence. The strong, the biggest flaw of Zheng Guo's national strength.

Not to mention the heaven-level powerhouses, even the earth-level powerhouses can't find one in the huge Zheng Guo, and only a few human-level powerhouses can support the scene.

Master Cheng Ze, who had just been killed by Wu Ye's punch, was a human-level powerhouse that Zheng Zhuanggong relied on very much, but he was so poor that he was easily solved by Wu Ye, who was also a human-level person. Zheng Zhuanggong swallowed his saliva with difficulty, his Adam's apple was itchy and painful at this moment, and his throat was unable to shout, so he could only resign himself to fate, hoping that the remaining thirty or so masters could make a difference.