The former army general, who was already red-eyed, gritted his teeth when he saw the peasant disciple in front of him.

Zimo stood at the forefront of this group of soldiers, there were not many peasant disciples in front of him, and this was not a plain, although he had left the devilish terrain of Bolangsha, there were still mountains undulating, and there might be ambushed peasant disciples anytime and anywhere.

"General Zimo, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and the original time when we fought side by side is really nostalgic." These peasant disciples are not leaderless this time, their leader is Wu Kuang, that is, Mr. Jin.

Wu Kuang's strength is okay, he is a killer at the level of "killing" in the net, and his strength is already at the peak of the seventh layer, which is much worse than the current Zimo, but it is not easy to deal with.

These peasant disciples are only 500 people, and the soldiers of Great Qin are more than 1,000 people, so they must have an advantage in really fighting, but it is also very likely that they will have to face sieges from several sides.

"Mr. Wu Kuang, you and I are our own masters, no need to say more, let's make a move." Zimo didn't want to talk nonsense with them, and just as the words fell, a person in a green robe appeared in front of him, it was Mr. Ji Bu who had just escaped.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Although a group of people from the front army had already walked out of the valley, the valley was precipice, but there were still many people inside, and on the top of the cliff there were peasant disciples again, holding bows and arrows in their hands.

There is still a fire in the valley that has not been burned, and none of these soldiers want to go back, so it can be said that it is really a backfire.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ”

The peasant disciples standing at the top of the valley seemed to be shooting live targets, and their bows and arrows rained down on Daqin's soldiers, and in just a while, Daqin's soldiers fell one or two hundred.

Bang.

Mr. Wu Kuang's sword is called Han Cicada, and it is better than Zimo in terms of strength, but the gap in the great realm is not something that can be made up by a sword.

The blue sword light made Wu Kuang a little dazzled, the two of them were fighting, but Wu Kuang gradually fell behind, although the sword moves were still sharp, but the internal force from Zimo's sword eroded him and it was not easy to defend.

Ji Bu was in a hurry, he wanted to go up to help Wu Kuang, but he hadn't moved yet, and his feet couldn't move.

Ji Bu was in a hurry, his brows were furrowed, and a vine was entangled under his feet, but a stream of ten thousand leaves flying flowers had already rushed over in front of him.

The golden peony in his hand was golden and prosperous, and it was scattered into countless petals in an instant, blocking the flow of thousands of leaves and flying flowers.

After the completion of the seal of Shao Si's order, he did not continue to control the direction to attack Ji Bu, but changed his gestures, and the flow of ten thousand leaves flying flowers that had originally condensed into a strong stream turned into leaves again!

Sou! Sou! Sou!

It was enough to cut the gold and break the jade, just enough to restrain Ji Bu's gold leaves, but with the blessing of his internal strength, these gold leaves did not fall too badly.

When a leaf collided with a golden leaf, the two flew into fierce sparks, and then shattered into four petals in an instant.

That is, the leaves and the gold leaves were broken at the same time, and Mr. Jibu's gold leaves had a total of twenty-four pieces, and what Shao Si Ming lost was only a leaf that was readily available.

But there weren't too many of them, and Mr. Jibu had lost a total of four gold leaves, and twenty of them were still intact.

Ji Bu was stunned for a moment, and after a round of fighting, although he couldn't tell the winner or loser, and no one on either side was injured, the situation was already obvious, if there was another round, Ji Bu might be defeated.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Shao Si Ming's hand did not stop for a moment, the speed of the seal of his hands was extremely fast, and it was the Wanye Flying Flower Flow that wrapped Ji Bu from the ground, this time he was really firmly entangled.

Ji Bu condensed his internal force and suddenly released it in an instant, but it had no effect, although his strength was greater than that of Shao Si Ming, but his internal force was far behind.

At this time, Mr. Ji Bu only needs a seemingly weak leaf to cut his throat, even if he is a little handsome, but Shao Si Ming will not show mercy.

"The old lady is here, who dares to touch him!"

A scythe appeared on the battlefield and cut off the Manyo Flying Flower Flow on Ji Bu's body.

The farmer's iron lady appeared, the rivers and lakes are armored, they have always been known for their hard skills, they are not good at light skills, and their tricks are not strong, but this body of steel and iron bones is the existence of ten thousand enemies on the battlefield.

The top duel has no fundamental impact on the ordinary soldiers before they are determined to win or lose, and those soldiers should fight and how they fight.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Sure enough, it was not surprising that these more than a thousand Great Qin soldiers were surrounded by peasant disciples from all directions, and there were about three or four hundred disciples on each side of the surrounding area, attacking from different angles, which made the already eager soldiers a little red-eyed.

Bang!

Mr. Wu Kuang fell heavily to the ground, Zimo doesn't care what bullshit historical aura you have, the two of them win or lose, and now what they want to do is life and death.

Zimo has always wondered, can't a person who really has a historical aura really die before he completes his historical mission?

Cut, labor and management didn't believe it, Zimo didn't get close to Wu Kuang again, for fear that this guy with a historical halo would carry another explosive or something.

The blue light on his sword body suddenly burst out, and a sword qi as warm as jade appeared, pointing directly at Wu Kuang!

Zimo paused deliberately for a moment, still thinking in his heart, will anyone really come to save him? Why hasn't his brother come yet? Could it be that his ex-wife will come to his rescue?

Well, Mr. Wu Kuang's ex-wife is the master of Tian Mitang, and in this world where you can set a couple by holding hands, they are one of the few legal couples.

Even the most popular "ice cream" couple is not legal, as well as Uncle Gai Nie and Sister Rong, they don't even have a hand, oh, it seems that once, when they were in Jinghu Medical Village.

There is also the boss of Weizhuang and the big sister Chilian, and the interaction between the two is even rarer.

Just when Zimo thought he was going to change history, the defenders of history still came, but not his brother, nor his ex-wife, but Tian Zhong.

"General Zimo, some time ago, you were enemies of the empire together, and now you are going to fight each other with swords, I really don't understand General Zimo's position."

Tian Zhong smiled at the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically.

However, at the next moment, as soon as his words fell, a layer of cold air suddenly condensed on Tian Zhong's hands, and he rushed straight towards Zimo.

Spring cold severed palm!

Zimo glanced at him with a little disdain, such a rough palm technique was also worthy of making a fool of himself in front of him.

The sword qi that was originally pointing at Wu Kuang blasted towards Tian Zhong!

Bang!

Originally, Tian Zhong had some confidence to fight with Zimo, but when he saw Wu Kuang defeated in his hands, he immediately coaxed.