Among the fire tigers, Lu Liulan was unusually flamboyant, he danced a serrated spear with both hands, with one enemy and two, under his ferocity, he and Guo Shixiong were both under tremendous pressure.

Guo Shixiong raised the machete, just like a black bear in the world, each of his knives was full of a strong sense of strength, and every knife was using all his strength to resist the oppression of Lu Liulan.

The two Fire Tiger Captains of the Qi Convergence Realm joined forces with the surrounding Fire Tigers to fight against Lu Liulan of the Spirit Channeling Realm.

Helplessly, he had a long whip wrapped around his right arm, and when he needed to attack, the long whip was like a poisonous snake, and it instantly catapulted towards Lu Liulan.

In just a split second, the two sides probed each other's strength.

"Smack!"

Guo Shiba jumped out of Lu Liulan's gun circle, regardless of the sweat on his face, he turned his head slightly to look helpless, and scolded with a smile: "Old Wu, this damn thing, who would have thought that we would have such a day." ”

Helplessly, he jumped to the other side, and sneered: "Yes, it's time to return to Cangnan, Lao Tzu has to brag to those battalion commanders and captains, I have no choice, I am also a person who has fought against the imperial capital." ”

"Blind! Lao Tzu is saying that the strong man of the Spirit Channeling Realm is not the ruler of any empire, ******, if Boss Bai is here, it is not a matter of a few breaths to chop up those 4,000 people. ”

"Smack!"

Lu Liulan slammed his serrated spear to the ground, ignoring the chatter of the two men, and slowly removed his gray visor.

He had no choice but to close his mouth with Guo Shiba, his face was a little solemn, they were worried that it was a trap, so they didn't take the opportunity to move forward.

Under the moonlight, a handsome young man stood proudly, above his lips, with a faint beard, the whole person was about thirty years old, it was the vigor of both youth and the steady age of a middle-aged man.

Lu Liulan has a face like a knife and an axe, like a statue standing still, and the corners of his mean mouth have an indifferent smile at the moment.

With long black hair, behind his head, he was casually tied in a ponytail, and the whole person looked uninhibited.

Guo Shiba looked at Lu Liulan, and then looked at the helplessness of being short and fat, and suddenly snickered, "Lao Wu, you are far from this kid in appearance." ”

Helplessly, he said angrily: "Guo Shiba, you kid can't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth, Lao Tzu is fat, Lao Tzu is short, Lao Tzu is not educated, do it, don't everyone let go of their bodies on the battlefield and cut each other, these things have an egg." ”

Guo Shiba said disdainfully: "You know an egg, people call this a real person to show his face, which makes you ashamed of yourself." ”

"Ahh

Helplessly spitting, he wrapped the long whip around his waist again, and turned to stare at the center of the two.

Lu Liulan's face was solemn, and he seemed to be condensing something.

"Drink!"

Lu Liulan roared, and then held the sawtooth spear with both hands, and countless breaths, in the high-speed flight, actually produced a white mist, attached to the big gun, a small vaporized sika deer, quietly staying above Lu Liulan's head.

It's a fucking deer.

Guo Shiba and Helpless He looked at each other and smiled bitterly at each other, and the two of them immediately clenched their blades and prepared to fight.

At this moment, when Lu Liulan was about to kill, there was an indescribable aura blooming behind him.

He seemed to feel something, and turned back in disbelief, only to see that under the moonlit night, in mid-air, white ripples were gently expanding, gently devouring the gray-armored cavalry in front of him.

More of the grey-armored cavalry seemed to feel the meaning of this breath, and the horses instinctively neighed and retreated, no matter how much their master flapped or retracted the reins.

"Plop!"

Someone fell from his horse in a panic, and there was a group of thousands of gray-armored cavalry gathered here, and there was some commotion.

Lu Liulan's face was gloomy, and he shouted: "Zuo Yin! ”

Unfortunately, it was too late.

It is Zuo Yin's "sad white hair".

High hall mirror, sad white hair.

Morning green silk, twilight white snow.

With Zuo Yin as the center of the ball, a white ball was instantly generated, the surface of this white ball was extremely smooth, and there was even a faint white light, wrapping the surroundings, and more than ten gray armor riders were wrapped inside.

In the center of the battlefield, such a white ball appeared, which looked extremely weird, but the aura emitted by this ball made the people around him shiver.

What the is this?

"Click"

White dots of light are scattered.

"Click-"

More and more points of light scattered in a flutter, revealing the scene inside the white ball.

In just an instant, the twelve gray riders had all turned into white statues.

Right next to the statue, there was just a person who was a little distance away from his comrades-in-arms, but fortunately he was not wrapped in a ball, he couldn't believe that his comrades-in-arms who got along day and night were so lightly transformed into this appearance.

He reached out and tried to touch the white statue, but the moment the tips of his fingers touched, the statue cracked and turned into white dust.

Fear, like an abyss, covers these riders.

What, what kind of weird move is this?

Speaking of which, this trick "Sad White Hair", Zuo Yin does not have a complete grasp of the ground, and he can't use it too many times, otherwise it will damage the body, but these things, the riders of the gray armor don't know, they only saw a young man with a cruel smile on his face, who was slowly getting up from the ground.

As he stood up, an invisible sense of oppression hit everyone in front of him.

Grey Rider, someone backs up.

Demons, absolutely demons, this boy is a demon, these riders of red armor, are also demons.

They seemed to be able to see that under the darkness of the night, in the firelight, there was a blood-red demon, awakening.

Fighting spirit, loss!

Zuo Yin raised his long knife, and around him, there were light chips shattered into dust, and there were also frightened gray armor riders.

The boy half-crouched down and began to charge.

Take the lead in the charge.

Behind him, the gray-armored cavalry who were still blocking the fire tiger were all trampled by the impact in a panic.

The formation was chaotic.

Wang Feiyu held the tiger flag and roared forward.

The crimson river began to surge.

Lu Liulan looked at these changes behind him, his expression was a little gloomy, an army, once it loses its fighting spirit, it is no different from a lamb to be slaughtered.

The young man's style just now was very strange, in fact, although the lethality seemed to be great, but Lu Liulan could see the loss of the young man, and he bet that the young man would definitely not use this trick a few times.

As long as he returns to the ranks, the army that has just been intimidated will inevitably return to battle!

Lu Liulan turned his head, looked at Guo Shiba and helplessly, and said coldly: "Please, go to Huangquan!" ”

The serrated gun, the hideous attack!

The golden aura, accompanied by the dancing of the sawtooth spear, exploded at this moment.

The fire tigers around were directly blasted away.

Guo Shiba hurriedly jumped away, and he rolled over, dodging the splashing golden breath, but just as he was about to get up, a small sika deer stood quietly in the air in front of the tip of his nose.

It looks so cute.

However, cold sweat seeped out of Guo Shiba's back.

"Brush!"

A long whip stabbed at the sika deer nimbly, but unfortunately, when the whip head touched, the sika deer turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared into the air.

Pitfall!

Guo Shiba and Wu He were both shocked.

The gray armored figure came to Guo Shiba, who was still sitting on the ground, and overbearingly covered the moonlight.

Lu Liulan looked at Guo Shiba condescendingly, his eyes were like looking at a dead person, cold and abnormal.

In the most indifferent of voices, he said, "Go, die." ”

The serrated spear was raised in the air.

Ready to go.

"Whew!"

A wolf-tooth arrow, carrying an ethereal aura, pierced the night sky and shot fiercely.

Lu Liulan snorted coldly, reversed his right hand, and hit the wolf's tooth arrow with one shot.

It was just that between the lightning and flint, he clearly saw that on the shaft of the wolf's tooth arrow, there was a delicate word "wind".

Wind.

up.

In the dark night, there seems to be a little more unclear meaning, which makes people restless.

There was an arrogant man, standing on the roof, ignoring the flames around him, and shouted loudly: "The army of the Cangnan Wind Department is coming, and you will not surrender!" ”

With the man's shout, at the gate of the north gate, more than two hundred silver-armored riders suddenly appeared.

Zuo Yin has been delaying for so long, Wind Falcon, coming! (To be continued.) )