The Imperial Guard is a private army belonging to Yan Jiuyang, and they have no flags and no numbers.

The purpose of their existence is to do some shady things for Yan Jiuyang, and there are a total of 10,000 people. All of them were death row prisoners of Feng Yan Country, and they were ruthless, and the reason why they were not executed was because of Yan Jiuyang's order to let these people join the army and make meritorious contributions.

And this time, they dispatched to carry out Yan Jiuyang's order and annihilate the Blood Tibetan Mastiff Army and the Pingxi Army.

No matter which of the two armies was what Yan Jiuyang wanted to see, he gave the order to kill, but he told Cao Feng that in addition, he must bring Xiao Yuan back safely.

Let's not talk about whether Xiao Yuan has a strong force behind him, with his own talent, a genius who combines multiple professions and one body is definitely a good training object, if he is allowed to grow up, Feng Yan will have an extra strong backer.

On the other hand, it is also for his daughter Yanxi.

Therefore, Yan Jiuyang didn't want Xiao Yuan to die like this.

But before setting out on the expedition, Yan Tong bribed Cao Feng with a lot of gold and silver treasures, telling him to kill Xiao Yuan no matter what method he used, so Cao Feng would say such things just now.

"The subordinates understand!" Cao Feng's general nodded and said, although he knew the inside story of the darkness and decay, he did not make a noise, but chose to obey.

"Kill, no matter who is ahead, there is no mercy!" Looking at the Pingxi Army getting closer and closer in front of him, the general directly gave an order.

In the face of the Pingxi Army, which had only a few hundred people left, they didn't need any formation to besiege at all, even if they rode the Blood Tibetan Mastiff, they didn't believe that the Pingxi Army could control the Blood Tibetan Mastiff.

Suddenly, the whole world resounded with an earth-shattering shouting of killing.

At the same time, 10,000 people drew their swords from their waists, rode fierce horses, and charged forward.

In the face of the 10,000 people who are like a torrent, Xiao Yuan's 500 people are like a lonely boat in the torrent, which will capsize at any time, even if there are 5,000 blood Tibetan mastiffs by their side, but there is no fear in their eyes, and some are just high fighting intentions.

"Brothers, kill me!" Looking at the other party who had already launched a charge, Xiao Yuan had fully understood that even if the other party was really from Feng Yan Kingdom, he was also an enemy, because the other party wanted to destroy himself and others.

Xiao Yuan roared, holding the Qinghong Sword, riding the golden cicada, and rushed to the forefront of the army.

And the remaining 4,500 blood Tibetan mastiffs also ran wildly to the left and right of Xiao Yuan and the others, and the wrestlers of the Southern Barbarian Clan and the archers of the Saddle Clan hid in the galloping Blood Tibetan Mastiff and ran with them. Chu Li and the others also rode the blood Tibetan mastiff one by one, following Xiao Yuan's left and right, not afraid of life and death.

Ten zhang, five zhang, one zhang

Looking at the enemy army that was already close at hand, Xiao Yuan showed a cruel smile on his face, his divine eyes rotated, and the powerful telekinesis suddenly spread, forming countless invisible telekinetic needles, which blasted out in the form of a torrential rain.

This is a soul skill that can only be possessed by at least a fifth-level puppet master, even if it is a martial arts sect, it may not be able to crack it, how can these ordinary soldiers or soldiers who only have samurai and martial artists be able to crack it?

In an instant, I saw the rain of mental power needles bombarding the bodies of the soldiers at the front, and immediately shot these soldiers into a sieve, and the blood and flesh were sprinkled all over the ground, and Cao Feng, who was rushing to the forefront, sensed the crisis at the critical moment, and the majestic spiritual power of his body was running, forming a thick layer of defense, which dodged Xiao Yuan's attack.

However, Rao was like this, Cao Feng was also shocked in his heart, if he hadn't felt something strange just now, maybe he would have been shot into a sieve like those soldiers.

He was very angry when he escaped the catastrophe, and his powerful aura exploded, and the strength of the half-step Martial Sect was undoubtedly displayed.

And in the blink of an eye, several soldiers were shot into pulp, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard were all shocked

Although the telekinetic needle rain had penetrated through the bodies of several soldiers, it did not stop, and the residual momentum continued to explode out, but the power was less than half, bombarding the bodies of some soldiers, exploding, and shaking those soldiers out, and even some could only be inserted into the soldiers' epidermis, making them look like needle eyes all over their bodies, and blood flowed.

At this time, the blood Tibetan mastiffs on both sides had rushed into the enemy army, and the huge body was rampage, crushing everything, many enemy troops were knocked away together with the fierce horses under them, and the wrestlers of the Southern Barbarian Tribes and the archers of the Saddle Clan also immediately opened fire, and the miserable screams sounded again and again.

Xiao Yuan also killed the enemy army, waved the Qinghong sword, and cut off the heads of two enemies at will.

Pan Huang held a giant axe and clinged to Xiao Yuan's left and right, like a protective god, a strong soldier stared at Xiao Yuan's back, and when Xiao Yuan made a move, he quickly attacked Xiao Yuan, and Pan Huang's giant axe directly split him in half.

The blood kept spraying, and the wrestlers of the Southern Barbarian tribe were like a sharp giant axe, and no one could resist wherever they went, leaving only blood and flesh all over the ground.

They are killing machines, a group of people born for war

Chu Li and the others also quickly moved closer to Xiao Yuan, the aura of the peak of the Martial King was completely emanated, the long war knife in his hand was constantly waved, and the sharp sword qi was chopped out, reaping one life after another.

The strength of the Blood Mastiff was also fully displayed at this moment, although their bodies were large, they were extremely powerful, and they were extremely agile, and their sharp claws could easily tear soldiers apart.

On the contrary, these soldiers would have to have at least two or even three people to fight a blood mastiff.

Although the other party had 10,000 people, it seemed that they couldn't withstand Xiao Yuan's 500 people at all, and in just half a cup of tea, 10,000 people were killed by 2,000 people, and Xiao Yuan and the others only sacrificed 100 people.

And Xiao Yuan and the others are fighting more and more fiercely, as if they are completely tireless, and the fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger.

The remaining 8,000 people completely seemed to have been discouraged, and began to retreat one after another, wanting to surround Xiao Yuan and the others, but how could they do as they wanted?

Seeing that Xiao Yuan's hundreds of people actually had such a powerful combat power, Cao Feng's eyes showed a look of horror.

"The Huangquan battalion is going to fight!" Cao Feng knew that if he continued like this, his side would definitely be defeated, and he didn't want to capsize in the gutter, so he immediately gave an order.

The Huangquan battalion has only a thousand people, but everyone is the strength of a martial artist, and even some are already martial spirits.

And when Cao Feng roared, countless figures flashed out from the rear of the Imperial Guard, exuding a powerful aura, and everyone had a cruel and bloodthirsty smile on their faces, to a certain extent, these death row prisoners were definitely more cruel and terrifying than the Blood Tibetan Mastiff Army, especially this Huangquan Battalion.