In the dark night, Zhao Han, who exudes blue light all over his body, is like a big light bulb. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Draw everyone's eyes to yourself.

As a late joiner, he was not surrounded by gunmen, and had just inflicted a large number of casualties on the indigenous soldiers.

And now there's more.

The armored swordsman on the other side saw his actions and began to wave his hands sharply.

A large number of spearmen on both sides began to close in Zhao Han's direction.

The heads of more than a dozen spears were aimed at Zhao Han, as if they were telling him something.

It seems to mean that as long as he dares to charge, the end will be to become a hedgehog?

A strange smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and the armor condensed by green mangs on Zhao Han's face slowly slid off.

And then there'.....

Charge!!!

The huge ghost white tiger didn't care about the spears surrounded on all sides, and rushed towards the front on a rampage.

And Zhao Han on the white tiger's body, the cyan spear in his hand kept moving.

One by one, the shadows swept down.

Under the blessing of internal force, these iron-clad wooden guns will be smashed as long as the tip of the gun is slashed.

The rest of the wooden pole hit the ghost white tiger.....

It's just a little painful, but it can't even do the most fundamental damage!

It's like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

The spear in his hand is swept away, and the soldiers who are snatched by the beacon fire will burst out with a large amount of blood mist on their bodies.

Some of the strong spearmen did not die immediately after the blood burst out.

Still struggling in place.

There were even two spears in their hands that were thrown far away at Zhao Han.

This is the last spark that flickers after their lives.

The strength should be greater, too!

Hit in the back by a thrown spear.

It hurts!

Even Zhao Han was hit forward by the force attached to the spear.

He didn't hide.

It's not that you can't avoid it.

There is no block either.

Because there is no need to !!

In front of him was the mighty man with a sword in both hands!

The spot on the visor that showed the eyes glowed with a burst of blue.

The Beacon Torch Gun in his hand seemed to be ignited, and a large number of flames came out of it.

The fire is cyan.

It's like a sting in your soul when you see it!

After sweeping the last two indigenous soldiers who stopped in front of him swept aside, Zhao Han smiled!

The spear in his hand was raised high, condescending to the swordsman in front of him.

Then a heavy split!!

The cyan spear was mounted.

Although the spear has penetrated nearly half of the sword body of the heavy sword.

But this swordsman still used the heavy sword in his hand to block Zhao Han's blow!

And his legs were bent down.

Even the top of the foot has gone deep into the soft soil!

"For Black Oulet!"

The epee warrior roared angrily, blood gushing from the solid muscles on his body, and veins peeking out from under his skin.

A great force rises from the heavy sword.

The epee warrior was actually holding Zhao Han's spear and wanted to stand up straight!!

"Are the warriors of your country as strong as you?"

"What a martial country!"

Voices rang out from the hearts of the heavy sword warriors.

It was Zhao Han's voice.

He is an intruder.

So he had to figure out what was going on around him first.

But the epee warrior did not answer him at all.

Instead, while he was speaking, he increased the force in his hand, and after standing up from the dirt, he kicked at the ghost white tiger under Zhao Han!

It seems that he is very confident, confident that he can kick the beast under Zhao Han to the ground before it can react!

He has a lot of strength.

It's fast too!

Even his legs are wrapped in a layer of iron armor, and he is not afraid of ordinary beast bites at all!

But he thought a little too much.

Zhao Han was indeed talking to him.

But that doesn't mean you don't pay attention to his movements.

Just as the next second the warrior kicked out, a bone-cracking sound sounded!

It was the leg bones that could not withstand the pressure from above, and shattered under the pressure.

The long-fought warrior lay on the ground, his neck still pressed against the tip of the spear that glowed a strange red.

Just move forward one centimeter.

His neck will explode with a "boom".

Become a part of that blood mist.

The heavily armored warriors did not move.

Unlike Zhao Han's imagination, he was not hypnotized.

Between life and death, he chose to live.

Then a sentence came out of his mouth.

Although Zhao Han couldn't understand the indigenous language, with the help of Yixin Yingxin, he still understood what the other party meant.

A picture came to his mind.

It was a figure sitting on a silver throne.

A resolute face and a burly figure.

It should be an outstanding image in the eyes of these natives.

The other party seemed to be talking to the warrior at the time, and then sent him a blessing.

God's blessing......

Or rather, the devil's encouragement!

"Is that so?"

With a thoughtful look on his face, Zhao Han turned a blind eye to the brightness in the eyes of the soldier under the gun, and the spear in his hand passed through his neck in the next second, and then picked up his corpse and threw it directly behind him!

It seems to be an action for no reason.

But when the corpse landed, two indigenous warriors were smashed out of thin air by his corpse in that clearing!

And then there's the explosion of the blood mist!

The bodies of the two stealth guys were directly penetrated by the blood mist burst out by the heavy sword swordsman!

"So, you're stupid for me?"

"If it's the devil's trick, how can you still keep your mind there?"

"Mentally retarded fellow!"

He fiercely despised the owner of the wisp of consciousness that had just been triggered on the heavy sword warrior.

Then the white tiger turned around and once again charged towards the blood mist!

For others, it is a confused blood mist.

Zhao Han, who was holding a beacon spear, was like a fish in water in this.

Without him, it's just familiar!

Having experienced this kind of scene too many times, Zhao Han has become accustomed to using his heart to determine everyone's position.

There are people in that place, and what are they doing!

These can be seen in the bottom of Zhao Han's heart.

Including those two stealth natives who want to retreat!

"Want to run now?"

"Did you run?"

Ignoring the resistance of the remaining spearmen around him, Zhao Han, who was riding on the white tiger, rushed over directly with the spears stabbed from both sides.

When the guys who are used to stealth are exposed to the sun, what is the end for them?

In a panic, he was stabbed in the throat by a spear, and then his body ...... Explode!!!

Violent explosion!!

It's like these two natives are made of black powder!

With a roar, everything nearby was engulfed in flames.

Including which still alive spearmen, natives and grenadiers.

Zhao Han, who did it, naturally couldn't run.

"Ahem"

"So the devil is a bastard"

"It's not distressing to use someone else to play a human bomb"

"You have the ability to learn from demons, pretend to be a shot on yourself, and then explode!!"

The smoke around him dissipated, and Zhao Han's appearance was a little miserable at this time.

The original cyan armor had almost been wiped out by the explosion, and if it weren't for the fact that the clothes on his body had just been soaked with water, he might have been set on fire.

And the Netherworld White Tiger, which was supposed to exist under him, exploded into nothingness in the explosion.

Only a few True Spirits were left to return to the reins.

If you want to summon it again, you have to recuperate for seven or eight months!

But the explosion wasn't just bad.

After the explosion sounded, those spearmen who were still entangled with Yanyun Iron Cavalry, as if they had received an order to retreat, they all burrowed into the dark jungle!

In his hand lived a spear.

Zhao Han walked out of the sea of fire step by step, and then slapped a dust purification talisman on himself.

The pitch-black scorch marks on his body began to peel off.

Some of the burnt hair also turned to dust.

Okay.

This time, someone's half-length hair has directly turned into short hair!

He took off his samurai suit and changed into a clean outfit.

Zhao Han summoned another white tiger, and then climbed onto its body.

Let it trot over with itself in the direction of Yan Yun's iron ride.

He's out of strength......

Before reaching the Yuan Infant level, internal force is linked to physical strength.

In a dangerous situation, if the internal force is exhausted, the body's stored physical strength and essence will be converted into internal force on its own to support the protective shield.

And that explosion just now......

Should he be glad that the True Qi armor provided by the Beacon Flame Salary Rush was strong enough?

"Poof"

The white tiger jolted as he trotted.

Zhao Han's blood that was pressed in his throat spurted out.

It was only after spitting out this mouthful of blood that he could be considered to have breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

His internal strength was blown up by the explosion just now!

Although it only takes about a week to come back from cultivation.

But what a grievance!

Didn't the old Taoist priest tell him that he was the first pioneer in this plane?

Why did a devil suddenly appear?

Thinking like this in his mind, Zhao Han was taken to the bank of the river by the ghost white tiger.

The battle over there is long over.

Several warriors of the Yanyun Iron Cavalry were rushing in the jungle in the direction of the explosion that had just exploded.

I want to look for his traces.

At this time, after seeing Zhao Han who was supported by the ghost white tiger, he surrounded him in one go.

"General, how are you?"

"General!!"

"What a general, what a general, called Childe!"

Looking at Chi Jingpeng's expression of self-reproach, Zhao Han replied weakly.

Obviously, compared to Zhao Han's son-in-law title on weekdays.

In the eyes of these veterans, Zhao Han is still the general who fought and cut the flag in their memory!

Although there is nothing wrong with calling it on weekdays, but at this time, when I was in a hurry on the battlefield, this title blurted out!

"Yes!"

"The general said it was Childe, that's Childe"

"Come on, help Childe come down"

Seeing that Zhao Han still had the heart to joke with them, Chi Jingpeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then greeted the Yanyun cavalry who were also injured on the side with a smile on his face, and lifted Zhao Han off the tiger's back.

It's good to have the energy to speak......

If you have the energy, you don't have much of a problem.

After the explosion just now, Chi Jingpeng was afraid that when they arrived, they would see charred corpses.

Now Zhao Han still has the energy to talk nonsense with them, which is simply a blessing for Juetian!!

[ps: Today's three watches are over~~ I'm so tired! ] Speaking of which, the name of the gun in Chapter 163 was written incorrectly, and now it has been corrected, thanks to the book friend who reminded Qianmo! (To be continued.) )