When the Mahatma sensed that the situation was not good, he was desperate to find that he, the Ghost King, and his nearly 20,000 elite men and horses had fallen into the siege of ten thousand armies.

In the southeast, northwest, and northwest, there were 20,000 troops who had also walked through the Tianlong Steps to encircle the Mahatma's men and horses.

Moreover, these men and horses who surrounded them did not look like a rabble at all, they were all under the command of masters and strong men, and where a hole was torn open by Mahatma's men, countless people and horses immediately swarmed up to plug the loopholes.

In particular, for the Mahatma, a good hand who has already walked through the eight steps of the Heavenly Dragon, the besieging army has given special care and treatment.

Zhan Mufeng specially dispatched the newly summoned eight thousand elite soldiers and horses who had walked through the Tianlong Step, combined them into a set of formations, and specifically stared at the siege of the Mahatma.

Rao is the Mahatma's cultivation in order to obtain, but with the power of one person, he is also powerless to return to heaven.

"What the hell is going on, Mahatma City Lord, didn't you say that below the entire Heavenly Realm, there are no more than five hundred masters who have walked through the Heavenly Dragon Step?"

The Ghost King's men, after a few charges, have fallen more than halfway.

The desperate Ghost King looked at the Mahatma of Stormwind City, and his eyes were already full of despair and dissatisfaction.

"I don't know, Ghost King! I don't know what's going on! My men have suffered far more casualties than you!"

The Mahatma City Lord was also angry and helpless, "This is the elite that I have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, and they are all the flesh of my heart!"

"It's not going to work like this, we have to find a way!"

The ghost king looked sadly at his henchmen, stubble after stubble fell, and his heart was dripping blood.

"In this way, let's join forces, shrink our forces, and concentrate on one point to attack in the southwest direction of the encirclement, and we will definitely be able to open a breakthrough and rush out!" said Mahatma to suppress the horror in his heart.

"Good!" The Ghost King cheered up, gathered his subordinates, joined forces with the Mahatma, and attacked in the southwest direction.

With this effort, the southwest felt tremendous pressure.

After all, the Mahatma incarnated as Tianlong to take the lead, almost unstoppable, and Zhan Mufeng's elite men and horses were in charge of the southwest direction, and the people who were killed for a while turned on their backs.

Zhan Mufeng, who was constantly summoning hell demons to participate in the battle, suddenly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, the demonic flames flashed, and disappeared on the spot in an instant.

"Destroy the world and destroy the Great Thunder God Arrow, break it for me!"

The Mahatma, who was on the rise of wanton slaughter, suddenly felt a breath of death descending on his back, and immediately a dragon swung its tail, turning over countless times one after another, and it was only then that he could dodge.

"Oh, it's just an ant that has walked through the steps of the Heavenly Dragon, how dare you be so arrogant!"

"What? Not convinced? today

, I'm going to bury all of you here and become the spiritual nourishment of this new world!"

As soon as the words fell, the demonic flames in Zhan Mufeng's eyes flashed, and as soon as his body moved, he pounced.

"Pass my orders! All of them will be dispatched to eliminate all the evil and annihilate all the enemies of the Stormwind City!"

As soon as Zhan Mufeng gave an order, the original 80,000 troops, plus the more than 10,000 elite men and horses that Zhan Mufeng later summoned, all rushed forward with a roar.

For a time, the world opened up by Zhan Mufeng was full of golden iron horses and bloody rain.

The Mahatma watched Zhan Mufeng rush towards him desperately, he was slightly stunned at first, and then, as if he had been greatly humiliated, his anger rose to the sky.

"Damn ants, today, this seat will not cut you off the horse! I swear not to be a man!" The Mahatma raised his head to the sky and roared, and the dragon burst out with a mouthful of flames, and blasted against Zhan Mufeng.

Zhan Mufeng saw that the Mahatma did not dodge or dodge his attack on the Great Thunder God Arrow that destroyed the world, and snorted coldly, thinking that he had a plan.

However, to Zhan Mufeng's surprise, after the Mahatma resisted Zhan Mufeng's earth-destroying Great Thunder God Arrow attack with his physical body, he was not damaged at all.

In this case, Zhan Mufeng is simply unheard of and unseen.

"What's going on!" Zhan Mufeng was taken aback as he looked at the battle armor that exuded golden light all over his body after the Mahatma Tianlong turned into a human.

"This is the Armor of the Gods! The Mahatma has already taken the Armor of the Gods for himself!" At this moment, Hanada Qi's trembling voice sounded, and there was a mixture of surprise, shock, and fear in his voice.

"Oh oh, Dean Hua really still has some knowledge!" Mahatma suddenly looked at Zhan Mufeng with a hideous face, "This seat will not kill you, and I will not be a man!"

Zhan Mufeng snorted coldly, and his figure flew up again, "Then you will die!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhan Mufeng suddenly pulled out the Chixiao Chengying Sword, and the sword technique of the Great Thunder God Sword that destroyed the world and the earth was like a raging storm, bombarding the Mahatma.

The Mahatma was like a real god, ignoring Zhan Mufeng's attacks, his body flew up, and he grabbed Zhan Mufeng directly.

Zhan Mufeng was stunned for a moment, then his figure flew up, and the six-winged blood angel technique was unfolded and disappeared in place.

A hint of hideousness flashed between Mahatma's expressions, and as soon as his body moved, he transformed into a golden dragon and chased after him with great speed.

"Everyone obeys the order, don't follow, and be sure to annihilate all Mahatma's men!"

Hua Tian Qi and the others, who were about to ascend to support Zhan Mufeng, were shocked when they heard Zhan Mufeng's words, and immediately stopped, commanding an army of 100,000 to besiege Mahatma's men.

Chu Fei'er couldn't rest assured, and wanted to fly up to help show her pastoral style, but was stopped by Mrs. Hailan, who had been silent since Chu Fei'er came back.

"Feng'er's cultivation, even if he is defeated, he still has no self-protection

If we rush over, I'm afraid that not only will we not be able to help him, but we will also add a burden to him!"

Chu Fei'er looked at Madam Hailan's sincere eyes, sighed, and stopped.

At this moment, the ghost king, who was already at a disadvantage, vomited blood even more.

"Mahatma, you hateful liar!"

With the gradual fall of his subordinates, the ghost king was surrounded by Hua Tianqi and others, and it didn't take long for him to be beaten and covered in blood.

On the contrary, it was Chu Fei'er and the others who were idle for a while.

"Sister Hailan, do you like Brother Feng too?"

Chu Fei'er thought of Ye Wan'er's matter, and looked at Hailan's lonely eyes that were full of concern for Zhan Mufeng these days, but she couldn't help but speak.

"What if you like it, what if you don't like it?" Mrs. Hailan glanced at the direction of Zhan Mufeng's departure with deep eyes, and smiled bitterly, "Feng'er only has you in his eyes! Whether you are dead or alive, in his heart, there is only your place!"

Chu Fei'er smiled and took Mrs. Hailan's hand, "No, at least, there are also Xiao Man and Sister Su Xue!"

"Who are Xiao Man and Su Xue?" At this moment, Mrs. Hailan, who felt that she might have a chance, suddenly became interested.

"If you really like Feng'er, next time you come back, I'll tell him, I feel that Feng'er still likes you very much, after all, Sister Hailan, you look so beautiful!"

Zhan Mufeng, who was fighting bloodily with Mahatma, still left a divine consciousness to focus on his battle to open up the world.

When Zhan Mufeng heard that the two women who cared about him the most, they were chatting with interest about his story at this moment, and he was almost so helpless that he vomited blood.

Zhan Mufeng has the six-winged blood angel technique in his body, and the Mahatma can directly incarnate into a heavenly dragon, and the speed of both of them is like light, and the kung fu disappears from everyone's sight in a moment.

However, no matter what means Zhan Mufeng used, Mahatma had the armor of the gods on his body, and he almost ignored Zhan Mufeng's attacks.

On the contrary, every time Zhan Mufeng attacked the Mahatma, the distance between the two sides was narrowed by one point, and the danger of Zhan Mufeng increased by one point.

If it weren't for the speed of Zhan Mufeng's six-winged blood angel technique, it is estimated that he would have been cut off by the Mahatma.

However, Rao is like this, in the face of the god armor that cannot be broken by even the invulnerability of swords, even if it is a divine weapon, and even the invincible abyss fire cannot be broken, and the god-level exercises in his hand, Zhan Mufeng, who has only been beaten passively all the way.

Finally, after more than 8,000 battles, the Mahatma succeeded in closing the distance between himself and Zhan Mufeng to a range of 300 steps.

With such a small range, the Mahatma is confident, no matter how fast he is at the Pastoral Style, there is no room to move and dodge.

"Die, damn ants!"

The Mahatma let out a loud cry and unleashed his ultimate special move.