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Kilometers away, the iron is galloping.

Zhao Han stood not far in front of the bull-headed ghost god with a smile on his face.

Just now, that Emperor Wenchang had once again turned into starlight and dissipated, and was pierced by a shot of plum wine by the side of the bull-headed ghost god.

It's a shame.

An ordinary human actually killed Emperor Wenqu again under the nose of his ghost god, where did this put his face?

Well, this human being may not be ordinary.

Or a human who is favored by the Minotaur and can fight him.

But this is not the reason why he dares to kill in front of the bull-headed ghost god!

Panting, the bull-headed ghost god glared at Zhao Han and said, "Boy, you don't give me face too much"

Some were angry, but only some, and the minotaur didn't seem to have emotions such as rage.

Should it be said that it is an old monster that has lived for thousands of years?

encountered too many things, and it was difficult for an unexpected situation to stir the string in his heart.

The sky was full of dark clouds, and there was no thunder here.

Facing the question of the bull-headed ghost god, Zhao Han blinked, and said with a playful smile on his face: "What is face?" Is it okay to eat? ”

Minotaur: "......"

"Boy, you can do it!"

Seeing that the iron cavalry in the distance had already rushed over, the bull-headed ghost nodded to Zhao Han.

The wind blew and brought up pieces of loess smoke and dust, and the hand of the bull-headed ghost god holding the halberd tightened and tightened.

This is the famous "God Butcher Iron Horse".

Or five hundred rides.

The bull-headed ghosts and gods, who have been in the world for hundreds of years as old farmers, know the combat effectiveness of these iron-blooded cavalry in their hearts, and have fantasized countless times about what means to use to face them when they clash head-on, find a way to kill, how much combat power can be maintained, how many cavalry can be killed, and how many cavalry will be killed.

Five horses, bull-headed ghosts and gods are confident that they can win completely.

Ten horsemen, perhaps evenly matched, can make him jealous.

If he encounters fifty cavalry, these cavalry with tacit cooperation and the blessing of strange artifacts are not enemies that he can fight head-on.

As for hundreds......

Maybe take all the demons and yin soldiers here, and maybe have the strength to fight?

The minotaur was deeply puzzled by this.

Because I understand, I am more and more afraid.

The Minotaur knew that the number of these cavalry was not as simple as one plus one equaling two.

Not addition... It's multiplication!

The more cavalry gathers together, the more magnificent the power will erupt, and every time the number of cavalry reaches a certain level, these Yanyun Iron Cavalry will have some strange formations and formations to form a qualitative change!

Just like the old ancestor of Chen Diamond back then.

That amazing genius in the cultivation world who can win a Huashan with a game of chess.

Chen Shu is the most promising genius in the human cultivation world to take over the position of Dragon and Tiger Emperor!

In the first half of his life, he made friends with monks all over the world, and accumulated his foundation and fellow practitioners.

It's almost a model in the spiritual world.

Sects were founded, and there were thousands of disciples.

But Chen Luan, who was so shining, finally died under the hooves of these iron horsemen in front of him......

Not only can't you fight, but you can't escape.

The bull-headed ghost said to himself that he was also a master of the old generation, but now facing the battle of five hundred iron horsemen, he still had a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Stay any longer.... will die.

It's a perennial combat instinct.

The Minotaur has relied on this beast-like instinct countless times to escape for his life on the battlefield.

Can ...... today?

Eighteen powerful Star Monarchs, hundreds of Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, as well as the thousands of ghost pawns he brought from the underworld and the demons brought by those Blood Underworld.

Is there really no chance of winning?

The bull-headed ghost squinted, thinking in his heart.

The odds are there, and they're not low.

But where did his death instinct come from?

A pair of bull's eyes looked around, and finally landed on the smiling gun-wielding figure in front of him.

"It's you!"

The bull's eyes widened, and the bull-headed ghost knew where the sense of crisis came from.

As long as the war starts, the carefree prince in front of him will definitely list him as the target of the first sequence.

Even if the main enemy is the Emperor Wenchang, but in the case that the Emperor Wenchang can't be killed, he, an old cow with powerful destructive power, will definitely be the first activation target of the other party.

"What is me?" Zhao Han asked.

"You're good and strong"

The Minotaur shook his head and said.

He can't say that he feels that Zhao Han has listed him as the first target, right?

Not only would that be useless, but it would also weaken your morale.

"Oh, you said this" Zhao Han nodded thoughtfully, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm so weak, not only can I not feel my qi, but my body hasn't even been developed... Well, it's really weak, don't you worry."

As he spoke, Zhao Han's hand trembled with plum wine, as if to express his dissatisfaction.

Zhao Han is very weak, yes.

But as the owner of a famous gun, he said that he was weak when facing the enemy, which made this gun soul who drank countless blood feel awkward.

You're weak, but you're still very strong when you command me!

With a magic spear in hand, who wouldn't dare to fight?

This is the pride of this newborn gun soul, and it is also writing an epitaph for the countless youkai who died under the spear.

If you are weak, how will the demons who died in your snatch talk to themselves?

Feeling the trembling of the magic spear in his hand, Zhao Han raised his eyebrows.

"Obedient, don't make trouble"

The next moment, the buzzing body of the spear stopped trembling.

However, the cherry red at the tip of the gun has become three points more gorgeous.

Bloodthirsty.

Eager to fight.

Blood-drinking robbery.

That's all the Magic Gun Mettle annotation.

It will not retaliate against its master, because it is only a branch of a green plum tree, and it is in Zhao Han's hands that it glows with a different brilliance.

The magic spear can kill the master.

But it also depends on who the owner is.

If Zhao Han dies in battle, the soul of this magic spear surrounded by millions of fierce souls may be uncontrollable, and it will become a generation of fierce creatures on the list of divine soldiers, and it will be silent for a long time.

And the other half of the soul of the famous spear placed in the Yanyun Ancestral Hall will carry its share across the world.

But beside Zhao Han, this demonic spear soul will always be tamed like a kitten.

There is no other reason.

It's just because those million unjust souls were killed by it and Zhao Han together!

The magic of plum wine was also shaped in Zhao Han's hands.

If it is said that the gun soul is demonic and wanton, then Zhao Han, the gun owner, is one of the most terrifying demons in the world......

When the war ended, Zhao Han's fourth brother, Zhao Jundu, saw the demonic nature in plum wine and wanted to take it home to purify it.

Zhao Jundu brought the plum wine back.

However, what he brought back was a righteous and righteous gun, and the god was the same as the gun.

The remaining demonic nature of plum wine was all gathered by Zhao Han in this half of the gun soul!

Should it be purified?

Reluctant.

Because the gun soul did nothing wrong, even if there is more murder and resentment, it should be attributed to him, the owner of the gun.

Plum wine is a soul, and after all, it is just a weapon.

The theory of defending the main and countering is even more of a floating cloud.

This is Zhao Han's opinion.

As for what others think......

Is that heavy?

Holding the gun soul in his hand, feeling the power that came from the same source, Zhao Han smiled endlessly.

"You're going to get me in trouble."

A whisper added three points to the emerald green above the gun soul.

The conversation between one man and one gun soul has since stopped.

Because the Iron Rider has arrived.

Not only the iron horsemen, but also those who went to carry out the "evacuation" mission of the Star Pavilion Qi Practitioners.

There were only seventy-four Qi practitioners who returned.

Four people died.

Two of them were forced by the bull-headed ghost god to blow themselves up, and the other two were attacked by the demons in the city and died.

Yanyun Iron Riding was unscathed.

Although more than a dozen of them were badly wounded, and one of them had a thigh bitten off by a terrible monster, these cavalrymen trained from iron and blood were still able to fight!

Yan Yun Tieqi led the team by a female lieutenant who was called a leaf by Wang Meng.

Turned over and dismounted, all the way to Zhao Han's side.

After knocking on his chest with one hand and saluting, Ye Zi said in a low voice: "General, all the fifty-two monsters in the city have been cleaned up!" ”

There is a bit of charm in the heroic spirit, especially the action of knocking on the chest, which is really eye-catching.

A small action, I don't know how much, made the cavalry on the Lin horse roll their throats and swallow a big gulp of saliva.

"I see"

Zhao Han nodded and didn't look at her.

Seeing Zhao Han's attitude, a look of disappointment flashed in Ye Zi's eyes.

She likes Zhao Han.

Loved it for twenty years!

Zhao Han used a gun, and she also learned to rob.

Zhao Han likes to wear white clothes, so her armor is silvery-white.

Her father is Yanyun Iron Cavalry, in order to be closer to Zhao Han, she resolutely chose to join Yanyun's army despite her father's opposition and the ugly faces of her two elder brothers.

Just to be closer to her childhood hero......

Train every day and kill the enemy first.

Climb!

Almost everyone in Yan Yun's army knew that she liked her own generals, and both officers and soldiers knew her thoughts.

But every time she stepped forward, she got such a cold attitude.

A little disappointed, but also used to it.

As long as you can always look at the general's back.

Just like it is now.

The gun fell behind Zhao Han, and Ye Zi stood quietly like this.

And in front of her.

It's a reassuring back.

Not broad, but heavy as a mountain.

Ye Zi once asked his father when he was a child, is there anything that General Zhao can't do?

At that time, his father, who was the captain of Yanyun, pondered for a long time, and finally gave the answer that she remembered for the rest of her life.

My father said, "There should be something that a general can't do, but as long as he says it, he can do it."

It's really a very reassuring answer, just like the man in front of you.

It's really exciting.

Thinking of this, Ye Zi's face turned a little red.

The legs of the war horse under him also began to rub together.

A cold wind blew, and even though it was still raining heavily, the leaves still felt cold and wet under their lower bodies......