The leader of this fine work, with a fat body, wearing a monk's robe, and a nine-toothed nail rake dancing like a tiger and a tiger, turned out to be Feng Liang's Baoyi Zhu Shengsheng!

King Wei sighed,

"Lao Zhu really has a problem."

Qingyun suddenly remembered that after he and the Little Dragon King got out of trouble that day, the Little Dragon King had told him that Feng Liang was not completely reliable.

He and his subordinates were all sent to Lan Ruo by the King of Wei to check the gold.

As a result, Shensha died, and the pull was reversed, and now Zhu Seng Sheng also showed his fangs, so Feng Liang?

It's useless to think about this now, the sword light and sword shadow are already dangling in front of you!

Dalian Xizu accidentally exposed his horse's feet, causing the assassin king's plan to be launched suddenly, and he was annoyed in his heart, so he vented all the nameless evil fire in the battle in front of him.

He rushed in front of Zhu Seng, knocked down several Wei soldiers in a row, and rushed to the front of the circle formed by dark cymbals.

This tall man was not afraid of the bronze ghost face, his face was already covered with blood at this time, and his face was hideous, far more terrifying than the cold bronze ghost face.

When the two ghosts meet, the one who crosses wins, just cut it, and the shearwater is afraid of the shearwater?

Dalian Xizu raised his knife and slashed at the ghost in front of him, but the other party remained motionless, quietly waiting for the steel knife in Dalian's hand to fall.

The knife slashed at the black rattan armor, made a "support" sound, flicked slightly, and slid to the side.

Dalian Xizu couldn't regain his momentum, his center of gravity had been lost, and he staggered forward.

He said in his heart that it was not good, and the other party would definitely fight back at this time!

Riding a horse and slashing in the desert Hanhai, he survived the death, so that he has accumulated rich experience in fighting, and he will not sit still even in the most unfavorable situation.

So Dalian Xizu kicked his left ankle hard with his right foot, and his body instantly flipped sideways.

His quick reaction between life and death, and the strength of his choice, are definitely not weaker than those martial arts masters.

And the ghost-faced person who was split was wearing heavy armor, so he was naturally not as flexible as Dalian Xizu.

After making a series of moves in Dalian, he only had time to make a spin.

That's right, it's a rotation, like the wooden pier flying in the sky just now, it rotated around, and the arc-shaped short straps tore off a piece of Dalian Xizu's shoulder strap.

Dalian Yizu didn't even have time to scream, and fell to the floor like a dead pig, not moving.

Zhu Seng Sheng has been in the Baoyi Army for many years, although his status is low, he has never seen a secret cymbal.

But Wang Shennian had heard of the name of the sun and the moon competing for glory, and the sword and shield were combined.

He saw that Dalian Xizu, who was rushing in front, turned into two in one face, and hurriedly leaned back, and his fat body rolled backwards with a grunt.

When his companions were hit by his tonnage of meat bullet chariots, they naturally either broke their bones or broken tendons, but at least they all saved their lives.

And those buddies who still rushed out from the wings were not so lucky,

The two lines of people were like moths to a fire, and they didn't even have time to make a crackling sound, so they turned into a puff of red mist, two things.

The ghost-faced men were still like traps, as if they hadn't moved too much, except that when someone pounced, they occasionally spun around, a flash of cold light, and a hot spring.

The rain was still falling, and the ark had begun to accumulate water, full of bright red colors.

Ran Sui's body ran quickly along the path that had just been carefully broken, splashing peach blossoms under his feet.

He bumped into Zhu Seng Sheng and rolled back, scolded that it was useless, and kicked it over, kicking his fat body into the air.

The force was used very cleverly, and after the meat ball crossed the human wall high, the remaining strength was dissipated, and the momentum was like a falling goose, falling straight into the circle.

Zhu Seng secretly said in his heart that it was not good, didn't he send him to death, he could only go in and retreat, and he just pressed his own life?

Facts have proved that he is really overthinking, and he is not qualified to enter the game in front of him.

Five or six round shields flew out of the air, cutting through the layers of rain curtains, and throwing out spiral-shaped bead chains in the direction of rotation.

When flying out, it was a crystal hanging, quite li, crystal clear,

When he flew back, he had turned into agate, red shan, and bright and dripping.

Smack!

A lump of soft lying things smashed on the cover of Huang Luo's umbrella,

Xiao Huangmen, who was holding an umbrella for King Wei, was so shocked that he shuddered.

The object seemed to be dipped in ink, and when it slowly slipped off the lid of the umbrella, it left behind a strong hanging needle, and the ink spots scattered in the white space were also lined with extra solemnity.

Zhu pen, hook decision.

Zhu Seng was born, his life was over, and he was relieved.

After Ran Suiti kicked away Zhu Sengsheng, his footsteps did not lag at all, and he still rushed forward with all his strength.

He has absolute confidence in his swordsmanship,

As the head of the Eight Kings of Tianzong, he naturally has his own merits.

Walking in the rivers and lakes on weekdays, he has another identity-

The No. 1 sword slave of the Imperial Sword Villa under the mask!

His swordsmanship was not under the four fierce slaves, and the reason why he was squeezed into the Ten Heavenly Stems was actually because he was not from the descendants of the five major sword sects, and the four fierce slaves were selected from the four major sword sects below the Sword Sect for one seat each.

Ran Suiti boasted that Wen Tao's martial arts were no less than others, but he was still suppressed by the unfathomable sect master in Tianzong, and he couldn't be compared with the masters of the five major sword sects in the Sword Trial Villa.

Although he has never confided in front of people, he has actually been holding his breath in his heart.

He's going to get his name right! Make a name for yourself!

The leadership of the Heavenly King is not inferior to that of Tianzun, and the swordsmanship is not inferior to the five families!

How could these big-headed soldiers shrunk in the turtle shell in front of him be put in his eyes?

The Heavenly King's shot was five swords, and a ghost-faced man bore the brunt.

The man did not dare to slack off, but stood firm and prepared to turn around and counterattack after receiving a fierce attack.

But as soon as the Heavenly King's sword touched the vine armor, the ghost-faced man immediately sensed that something was wrong.

His body felt as if it had been slammed with a hammer, and he was forced back several steps.

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the mask, and the splash of blood blinded his eyes and choked into his nose.

Although the Ghostface was badly injured and retreated, he still did not fall.

The rattan armor has obviously been treated with a special process, with excellent toughness and a smooth surface, which cannot be invaded by ordinary swords at all, causing substantial damage to the armor man.

The Heavenly King injured a team member as soon as he made a move, which was already the biggest setback for the department since Wang Shennian took over the dark cymbal.

As soon as someone retreats, there is a gap in the formation,

Ran Suiti didn't even think about it, and rushed in with his sword.

But the Dark Cymbals are an iron army, and they are not a rabble that act alone.

One of the team members was forced to retreat, and the companions on both sides immediately closed towards the gap, spinning and closing at the same time!

The king of heaven shouted angrily, and the sword was like a rainbow, and he didn't know how many swords he had slashed on the two people who came closer.

When the two of them saw their companions suffering heavy blows, they had already learned to be obedient, and their bodies did not stop fighting for a moment.

With the advantage of the sword alone, it couldn't cut through the vine armor, and then the power was unloaded by the high-speed rotation, and the damage was really limited.

On the contrary, it was the edge brought up by the short pipe, and the cold was piercing, so that the Heavenly King did not dare to directly attack his edge, so he could only temporarily give up the breakthrough and take a step back.

The two ghost-faced men ate Ran Tianwang's chaotic sword, and the bones all over their bodies were as sore as if they were falling apart.

They spun and retreated into the middle of the formation, while their companions moved in a crawling order, filling in the gaps.

The few wounded soldiers who had just retreated into the formation, with the help of trotting to adjust for a moment, had already recovered most of their combat strength, and according to Wang Shennian's command, they made up for the far end of the formation.

When the brahmin who was only behind the king of Ran came forward,

The formation has been restored to its original form, and there are no more flaws.

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