Destroying the flying sword with all their might, the two of them immediately escaped a hundred meters away in an instant like a streamer.

In a panic, they actually went out of the Black Wind Mountain and came to an unknown place, which was full of fighting spirit, and there were a lot of corpses, so Mao Zheng concluded that this was an ancient scene.

"There's so much murder here. The sword danced lightly.

Mao Zheng nodded and said, "Yes." You see there's a light over there, shall we go over and have a look?"

After finishing speaking, he went to the light with the sword light dance.

In the light, a photo appeared in front of the two. The gold-armored general in the photo stood on the ground, holding a spear in his hand, and his cloak fluttering in the wind, like a god of war descending from the sky.

Just by taking a photo, Mao Zheng could feel the momentum of this golden armor general, which was definitely condensed through continuous killing, which was not something ordinary people could bear.

Standing in front of General Jin Jia was an army of 100,000, and in the face of an army of 100,000, General Jin Jia had no fear on his face, and he carried a spear to kill the army of 100,000.

And he is like a meat grinder, constantly slaughtering 100,000 troops. The five ordinary soldiers couldn't stop the power of a shot in his hand, and everywhere the gun passed, there were people on their backs.

The commanders and commanders of the 100,000 army couldn't hold back any longer, and they all shot out to surround the Jinjia general, and the battlefield was pulled into the air. The golden armor general was one against one hundred, but he did not fall behind at all.

In less than ten moves, a commander was directly blasted down from mid-air by the Golden Armor General, and the terrifying blood hole in his chest was obvious.

Ten commanders were killed one after another, and the faces of the ten commanders turned purple, and they wanted to counterattack but had no chance at all, so they had to constantly guard against the spear stabbed by General Jin Armor in front of him.

Even if he tried his best to defend himself, he was still found by General Jinjia with a hint of dawn. The spear stabbed at the captain's chest like a dragon, and no matter how much the captain tried to defend it, it was useless, and he still couldn't escape the fate of being pierced in the chest.

One of the captains died, and the pressure on the crowd rose sharply. The golden armor general became more and more brave the more he fought, and the spear stabbed wildly, stabbing out a series of gun shadows, which made people dazzled, and inadvertently caught his way, and was stabbed by the real spear, and fell towards the earth.

Ten more commanders died, and everyone joined forces and was directly broken. The nine commanders tried their best to unite everyone's strength again, but it was completely useless, and the remaining seventy or so commanders scattered and fled.

Without the help of more than 70 commanders, it would be difficult for the nine commanders to resist the pace of the Golden Armor General, and even before a stick of incense, the Golden Armor General would kill the nine 10,000 commanders!

"The last general, Zhao Yuan, swears to take the head of the general!" the Jinjia general shouted wildly.

The general of the 100,000-strong army was yelled at by Zhao Yuan like this, and he had no heart to fight at all, and galloped backwards on his horse.

Zhao Yuanfei straddled a brown-haired horse and chased after the fleeing enemy general.

The spear slammed into the thigh of the horse under the enemy general's seat. The war horse was in pain and immediately fell.

And the general also fell heavily to the ground, Zhao Yuan came to the general with the spear and said, "You destroyed the Zhao State?"

The general said: "Those of us who serve in the army are all ordered by the emperor of the country, and although the destruction of the Zhao State is said to be my own hand, it is not my own will." ”

Zhao Yuan shook his head and said, "I will slaughter you Emperor Yanguo, and you will be one step ahead of him!"

Next, the photo ended, and Mao Zheng said: "That Jinjia general named Zhao Yuan is really extraordinary, he can easily kill dozens of commanders and one commander in one battle. ”

Sword Light Dance also chimed in: "Indeed. Presumably, the strong fighting spirit here was left behind by the golden-armored general, right?"

"I think we can take a feel for it. Mao Zheng could feel that this battle spirit seemed to have a subtle role in the battle, and he felt that the Golden Armor General could win partly because of his own strength, and partly because of his invincible battle spirit.

Jian Qingwu nodded slightly, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate on the battle intent in this world.

Mao Zheng is the same, just as he was settled, a giant palm suddenly fell in the sky, encompassing the power of heaven and earth, with an unparalleled momentum. The sky is shaking, the heavens and the earth are regretful, and just one palm makes the wind and clouds change.

The vigilant Mao Zheng immediately withdrew from cultivation, and subconsciously drummed up his qi to form a protective barrier, but there was nothing in the sky, all of which was an illusion brought about by the perception of battle intent.

Since this is the case, Mao Zheng simply laid down the golden light body protection array, so as not to really make a killing move when the time comes, and he is stupid to think that it is an illusion.

With the Golden Light Body Protection Array, Mao Zheng's heart had a slight sense of security, so that he could calm down and comprehend the fighting spirit.

In the feeling of the battle spirit, the figure of the golden armor general Zhao Yuan appeared in Mao Zheng's mind from time to time, and the battles of Zhao Yuan during his lifetime were vivid.

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Zhao Yuan, the general of the golden armor, came to the capital of Yanguo with a spear in hand.

The country is the most prosperous place in every country, but it is also the most dangerous place, and no force dares to be presumptuous here, because they know that they cannot compare with a country with their own strength.

And Zhao Yuan entered the national capital with only a spear. In order not to bring chaos to the national capital and protect the emperor's safety, many masters rushed to Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan fought the top ten with a gun, and he was completely fearless in his heart, and the spear swept away, forcing back the joint attack of the top ten. At this moment, Zhao Yuan seemed to have turned into a god of war, and the battle intent in his eyes was already strong to the limit.

A sound of "boom" broke through the air, and an arrow flew towards Zhao Yuan, who was carrying a spear.

Zhao Yuan didn't look at the arrow, and with his own senses, he struck back the carbine, and the shot just hit the flying arrow, and the arrow immediately shattered into powder.

Zhao Yuan suddenly rushed away, and the time for a breath was already ten meters away. The spear in his hand stabbed at the archer, who was defeated and had his head cut off.

The ten masters of Yanguo shot out in unison, swords, guns, clubs, axes, hooks, forks, and various weapons smashed towards Zhao Yuan.

There was a loud bang, and the spear in the hand of a master who also wielded a gun was cut in two, and only the arrival of death awaited him.

Seeing that the master with the gun was killed by Zhao Yuan, the other nine people were stunned. The attacks are also becoming more and more violent, and more and more deadly.

But Zhao Yuan was still calm and calm, and he saw the move. Within a stick of incense, another Yanguo master was killed under the gun.

Two Yanguo masters died in a row, and the rest of the masters also had a retreat in their hearts.

Zhao Yuan took the opportunity to stab another shot, stabbing straight at the master with the big knife.

The strength of this sword master is medium among the ten masters, and the spear master can defeat him, not to mention Zhao Yuan, a god of war descended from the sky, a shot stabbed over, and before he could react, the gun had already stabbed him in the chest.

One more master died, and the remaining masters hurriedly rushed towards the outside of the capital with the heart of the fierce battle.