"Uh. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The ignorance of the brown armor soldier made Wang Yifan a little helpless. But on second thought: the scale of the battle here is not big or small, and there should be an officer in command anyway. Then he said: "In this way, you give this jade slip to your general, and he must know." ”

When the soldier heard this, he hesitated slightly, withdrew the spear in his hand, and said, "Then you wait here." With that, he gave up his position to the soldier behind him, turned around and ran towards the hillside.

After waiting for a while, I suddenly saw a tall and thin man jumping out of the woods on the slope of the mountain, half-naked, with some stone chips remaining on his emaciated body, rushing wildly, and most of the trees along the way were brought down by him.

Wang Yifan fixed his eyes and saw that this human body surface element power had obviously not been collected for a long time, judging from the residual breath on his skin, he was at least a master of the sixth order of internal strength. Most of them are the people in charge of this place.

The tall and thin man kept going all the way. Compared with the brown armor of the soldiers, Wang Yifan's dress was too easy to recognize, so he came straight to him, bowed and saluted: "Humble Dragon Master, I have seen Mr., please forgive me, the general is fighting against the thief army, and he has no time to separate, so he has come to greet him." ”

Wang Yifan was stunned when he heard this, he came at an inopportune time, so don't bring any trouble to the battle situation. couldn't help but worry: "General Long is too worried, I don't know what the current battle situation is?" ”

Master Long smiled confidently, and replied with his chin: "Sir, rest assured, with the general's ability, it is only a matter of time before the defense line is breached." ”

Wang Yifan nodded slightly, and his heart was a little relieved: It's a little interesting, this sixth-order internal strength martial arts cultivator is actually not the master of the first army, and it is estimated that this master will be much better than himself.

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The Eighth Army of Shiyuan City, as the pillar of the country, has been passed down since the founding of the country.

Ten thousand years ago, Qin Xiao united with the other seven tribes to fight against the beast tide, and the elite warriors of the eight tribes were the predecessors of the Eighth Army of Origin City today.

The eight armies are divided into black, white, blue, brown, red, blue, yellow, and green, and they are ranked in no particular order. Black, blue, blue, and white are in charge of city defense patrols, while red, brown, yellow, and green are in charge of surrounding security. Four inside and four outside, layer by layer protection.

The non-commissioned officers of the Eighth Army are not taken if they are not elite. And the eight generals who command the eight armies are even more talented and talented in both literature and martial arts.

The brown general Wu Qingluo is the most amazing existence among the eight generals. When he was only 24 years old, he was one of the eight generals, and his talent was amazing. At the same time, she is also the first female eight generals in Daqin for thousands of years. Introverted, cold, and doesn't like words, perhaps because of the relationship between wearing masks, and the red generals, who are also eight generals, have a good relationship.

It is also known as "civil and military idiot" with the young generals.

Of course, for this kind of title, Wu Qingluo herself has never reacted. She simply wants to get stronger, which is why she constantly challenges others and learns from the fighting.

She enjoyed the hearty time of the battle, just like now...

Wu Qingluo was wearing a Rakshasa mask, her eyes were sharp, she held a sword in her left hand and a knife in her right hand.

Stab! Sweep! Chop! Hang! The moves are tightly connected, and they don't give the other party a chance to take advantage of them.

And the thief who fought with him parried left and right, his steps were vain, and his arms consumed most of his strength just to block, obviously looking like he was about to run out, and he shouted: "Ah! You bird, don't you have to kill me before you stop! ”

Wu Qingluo snorted coldly and did not answer. I only refute in my heart: sparing your life is like killing 3,000 people! The moves in his hand remain the same, but the strength is to add three points, which is obviously responding to the opposite side with practical actions.

The thief head was originally just numb from the tiger's mouth, who would have thought that he could only say two words, and he couldn't even hold the blade in his hand, and he was suddenly frightened. Distanced himself from the other party, looked around and shouted indiscriminately: "My lord! Please come forward to save me, I promise any conditions! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a person suddenly floated out of the woods behind him, unable to touch the ground. Wearing a tattered black cloak on his body, covering his head and face, he said quietly: "Sacrifice your soul." ”

The thief's face was sweating profusely, his eyes kept wandering between Wu Qingluo and the black-robed man, and he replied tremblingly: "Okay... Good... Horizontal and vertical are dead, I promise! Anyway, what to do! ”

The mysterious man smiled gloomily and didn't speak, just turned the wide cloak mouth, and the whole person floated towards Wu Qingluo, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

Although Wu Qingluo's cultivation was not low, she didn't dare to hold it up, so she put the sword in her hand across her chest, her body was short, and she put on a defensive posture. Just as he was about to be recruited, he saw the mysterious man's cloak, stretching out two purple-black strange hands, withered like dry branches. There are ten sharp nails on his fingers, which are terrifying.

Seeing this, Wu Qingluo's heart moved slightly, and she hurriedly stacked the swords in her hand together, intending to block the strange hand.

And the mysterious man's movements remained the same, with a posture of ignoring the sword in front of him, but he said leisurely, "The mantis arm is a car!" And he struck. His voice was very small, but it was unusually clear and heard in the ears of everyone around him.

"Ding!"

As soon as the two came into contact, Wu Qingluo only felt that his body was light, and he was easily knocked away dozens of feet.

The surrounding soldiers were shocked when they saw the situation, and they all dismissed the bandits, surrounded their own legions, and shouted "Retreat!" "It's going to break through.

"Get out of the way!"

Wu Qingluo lowered her head and snorted lightly, retreated from the people in front of her, inserted the sword in her hand in front of her, and slowly tied up the long hair that was scattered one by one. Then he moved his sore-swollen thumb, lifted his weapon again, and raised his head again!

Yes! The opponent that is not easy to meet, of course, you have to fight hard to grow!

Once!

Twice!

Three times!

The fourth time, Wu Qingluo was held down, and was pressed obediently by a man's hand, unable to move.

"General Wu, your internal strength has dried up, and you are not fit to fight again." The person who came is not Wang Yifan, who is it.

He and Master Long waited for a long time at the foot of the hillside, but did not see the results of the battle, so they decided to go up the mountain to have a look. Who knew that he saw Wu Qingluo's embarrassed appearance, so he had to come forward to dissuade him.

Master Long looked worried, stood beside Wang Yifan, didn't know how to persuade him, and said stupidly: "General! The coming days are long, you are still young, and there is no need to be reckless. ”

Wu Qingluo glanced at the words and covered her chest. Then he turned his head to look at Wang Yifan, and said lightly: "Feifeng Academy, I have heard something, but I don't know what happened to Mr. ”

Wang Yifan smiled slightly, let go of the hand on her shoulder, and said, "When the road is uneven, draw a knife to help." Then he walked towards the mysterious man in the black cloak.

Play with taste: "Who are you?" ”

The mysterious man smiled darkly, "You're not qualified to know. ”

Wang Yifan smiled dumbly, and said: Hehe, I finally met a pretending criminal, and I will be slapped in the face at 360 degrees later.

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