The scorching sun hangs in the sky, and the earth is firm.

In the middle of the green barrenness, there is a particularly striking yellow building. The building area is not large, but the decoration and structure are full of atmosphere. This is one of the less than 30 sub-halls in the Yellow Palace.

Its name is "Los Palace".

From a distance, the Palace of Los is tranquil. Outside the palace, only the gate is guarded by two guards. The guards stood quietly on both sides, and even their eyes were very dull, making the entire Los Palace even quieter.

Zhao Yan and Xifasang sat in the rear, and according to the plan, Buchintan had already led 5,000 men and horses to kill them.

Looking at this tranquil palace, it's hard to imagine how much fighting power it has.

But Zhao Yan also knows the style of the Yellow Palace, even if there are not many teachers guarding the town, all of them are masters. The two guards guarding the door also have an S-level strength level.

Zhao Yan did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and fought steadily, which is also the reason why he did not take the whole army to attack.

Looking at the sudden Sang Japanese army, the two guards did not seem flustered at all, they clenched the spears in their hands, pointed their guns outside the palace, and stood at the gate of the palace.

"Enemy attack! Defense!"

Immediately afterwards, at the window mouth of the Los Palace and the roof of the palace, figures emerged one after another. Those who poke their heads out, there are archers, there are mages. They were all prepared to smash arrows and magic on the heads of their enemies whenever the Kuang Japanese came into their range.

At this time, however, Buchintan ordered the army to stop. Groups of soldiers parted from the sides, and several giant ballistas were pushed out. Ballista carts are about five meters long and three meters wide, and each ballista is manned by eight to ten people.

After the ballista was lined up, Buchintan waved it down with one hand and shouted, "Let go!"

Thick round arrows of human length pierced the sky and roared towards the Palace of Los Angeles. Each large arrow landed on the wall of the palace of Loos, and although it could not collapse it, it could dent the wall a little. In this way, as long as it is fired repeatedly, the small amount will add up, and the palace will collapse under the rain of arrows.

The members of the Yellow House couldn't stand still, and they immediately changed from passive defense to active attack. More than a hundred people rushed out of the palace and rushed towards the 5,000-strong Sang Japanese army.

Zhao Yan smiled secretly, this was not much different from the information he had gotten. In this Yellow Palace branch, there are only about 200 guards. Of these, there are less than ten faculty members at the SS level.

For many, the S rank is already at the level of a master. But for the Yellow Palace, the strength of the S-level is only a condition for joining the Yellow Palace.

Such an organization fights with an ordinary army, and its number is simply incomparable.

More than 100 people, facing more than 5,000 people, did not panic in the slightest. Instead, excitement is written on their faces.

After one last firing of the ballista, Buchintan ordered the ballista to withdraw first, the warriors attacked, the thieves protected the mages, and the archers separated from the two wings. For battlefield command, Buchintan appeared to be very skillful. He stared coldly at everything in front of him, without the usual banter and smile.

It's just that as soon as the members of the Yellow Palace and the Sang army met, the situation suddenly changed. Many Sanri soldiers, often under the move of the members of the Yellow Palace, gave their lives.

Just from the level of strength, there is no way to do it. The lowest level of the members of the Yellow Palace is also S-level, and in the Sangri army, S-level officers are already at least captain level petty officers.

Zhao Yan looked at the small battlefield in the distance and said, "Namanzi, Li Hao Shuai, Alares, it's your turn." ”

"Yes!" Li Hao Shuai nodded, glanced into the distance again, and said, "Your Majesty...... Namanzi has gone to ......"

Zhao Yan turned his head and looked carefully, and sure enough, Namanzi had already appeared on the battlefield. Zhao Yan was slightly startled, secretly thinking when did this guy become a militant, and before he gave the order, he couldn't wait to attack?

Li Hao Shuai said again: "Yelang kills ......"

Before Li Hao Shuai finished speaking, Zhao Yan said again: "There is no need for Yelang killers here, bring five thousand people, just you can go up." Don't rush into the battlefield, surround them from behind, don't give those guys room to retreat. ”

"Yes. Li Haoshuai didn't say much, and replied briskly. In fact, he knew in his heart how much Zhao Yan cherished the Yelang killer. Although the Yelang killer is strong, his individual strength may not be comparable to that of these people in the Yellow Palace. In such a decisive battle of equal strength, there will definitely be casualties. Even the sacrifice of a Yelang killer is something that Zhao Yan doesn't want to see.

On the way to pursue Puganmans, the Yelang killer who was dragged by Mei Jun to accompany him to the funeral is still making Zhao Yan's heart ache.

After Li Hao Shuai and Alales led 5,000 Japanese troops forward, Amaya suddenly went around to Zhao Yan's rear.

"Yan, why don't you have my mission?"

Zhao Yan said: "You go back and rest!"

Amaya looked at Zhao Yan suspiciously, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, do you care about me and don't want me to go to the battlefield for fear that something will happen to me?"

Zhao Yan glanced at Xi Fa Sang, and saw that he was looking intently ahead, so he said again: "The enemies this time are different from the past, they are not so easy to deal with. ”

Amya glanced at the battlefield and said unconvinced: "Hmph! Namanzi doesn't say it, are the strength of Lihao Shuai and Alalus stronger than me? They can go, why can't I go? Moreover, don't you care about the soldiers the most? If I go, the casualties of the soldiers will be a little smaller!"

Amaya pulled out her scimitar, suddenly put her mouth to Zhao Yan's ear, and said softly: "Yan, let me go! Don't let me go now, when I have your child, I won't have a chance to go." ”

"......" Zhao Yan smiled bitterly, nodded, and said lightly when Amaya left: "Be careful." ”

It wasn't until Amaya walked away that Xivasang suddenly turned his head, and rarely spoke to Zhao Yan first, and said, "Your Majesty Yan, you are really a person of temperament!"

Zhao Yan thought secretly, it seemed that Xivasang had been paying attention to his conversation with Amaya just now. "General Sivasan, Amaya is my wife, and she is not one of the Sakura Army. So...... The battlefield wasn't for her. ”

"Your Majesty is serious, I don't mean anything else. After chuckling a few times, Xifa Sang turned his head and said, "Dong Fa Sang, you can also go and practice sword skills." ”

Dongfasang couldn't wait for a long time, and if Xifasang didn't give the order, he would take the initiative to ask Zhao Yan for help. And Zhao Yan was also slightly stunned, he really forgot about the Eastern Expedition when he gave the order just now. After all, it's not his own person, and he hasn't gotten used to it.

"Yes!" Dongvasang drew his waist knife and rushed frantically towards the battlefield, as if he was racing against Emaya to get to the battlefield first.

Li Hao Shuai led 5,000 soldiers to surround the members of the Yellow Palace from both sides, and set aside another 1,000 people to guard the Los Palace to prevent all the people in the palace from attacking and trapping them inside. The personal strength of the members of the Yellow House is indeed good, but when it comes to united front work and cooperation, it is much worse than the regular army.

In the history of the Aya Continent, only the Bright Army of the Bright Holy See occupied a seat in the continental military circle as a religious army.

Surrounded by thousands of people, no matter how confident the members of the Yellow Palace were, the smiles on their faces couldn't be contained. In particular, they found that among these soldiers there were several more opponents who were even tougher than them.

The leader of the SS class was killed by a female thief who suddenly emerged from the dirt. After killing the leader, the female thief burrowed into the earth again, and it was really distressing.

But the female thief was not the only one who was difficult to deal with, such as the blonde man who rushed to the front. Although his strength level is not high, he is extremely skillful in throwing the wind gun in one hand. It can both attack and defend, and its power is no less than that at all.

Next to the blonde man, there is also a blonde woman. The woman is tall and beautiful, although her skin is a little darker, she is definitely a great beauty in ten thousand. But this big beauty's temper is not very good, and the two scimitars are held by her in her hands, as if they are a meat grinder, and anyone who approaches her must be careful to make every move.

Of course, the enemies aren't exactly handsome guys and beautiful women. On the other side, there was actually a man with braided hair. It doesn't matter if a man is ugly, but he still dresses up like that ghost, which is really annoying. However, although people are ugly, their martial arts skills are first-class. Many members of the Yellow Palace saw with their own eyes that he used the ordinary long knife in his hand to cut out one small fireball after another, and split one ice pick after another. Is this knife an artifact, or is his martial arts really that powerful?

This kind of attack is indeed rare.

But despite this, the members of the Yellow House who chased and beat him were still in the majority. I really don't know if it's because his strength is worse than the others, or because he's too ugly......

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The members of the Yellow Palace never believed that there were only a few masters among the enemies, and they knew that it was only in the open. Behind them, there are those who have not yet been dispatched, and those who are hiding in the shadows to shoot arrows.

They firmly believe that the strength level of the person who shoots arrows is definitely not low.

Otherwise, how could the arrow he shot crucify an S-class earth-type warrior alive and injure the two people around him?

If there is a need for another explanation, it can only mean that the bow and arrow in this man's hand are not ordinary.

The members of the Yellow House have realized that this is a big battle that cannot be underestimated. They were ready, ready to fight, and ...... Prepare to die. They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of the nest of death, and the death is not clear. They are vigilant, and while they are fighting against attacks from the open, they are also guarding against attacks from the shadows.

They are not afraid of ordinary arrow attacks, but they have to defend against arrow attacks from the hands of masters in the dark.

The battlefield soon entered a climax, and the bodies of Li Hao Shuai, Emaya and others were already stained with blood. But while they were fighting, they were surprised and surprised by something else.

Namanzi, who is dressed in green, has become a bloody person at this moment!

And they all know that this blood is not her own, but someone else's. Li Hao Shuai and the others asked themselves, no member of the Yellow Palace could be killed at will. Maybe against every member, there will be dozens, if not hundreds of rounds. However, behind Namanzi, there is already a bloody road. In a short period of time, dozens of members of the Yellow House fell under her dagger.

This...... What kind of picture is this?

Namanzi, a beautiful woman like a green elf, is now a war machine, reaping life cruelly.

In the distance, Zhao Yan, who was sitting on the Menghan generation, jumped down involuntarily, instinctively took a few steps forward, and looked at the battlefield stupidly.

Namanzi!

This...... Is this still you?

Everyone didn't know that in their worries, the corners of Namanzi's mouth always bloomed with a faint smile. Every time a person falls, her smile becomes more meaningful.

Finally, three SS-class members of the Yellow Palace blocked Namanzi's way. Namanzi smiled slightly, and did not drill into the soil, but went straight to meet it.

Phew! Li Hao Shuai and the others exhaled deeply, they didn't have much time to worry about Namanzi. Every enemy in front of them is of equal strength, and they dare not underestimate it.

Time was passing by, noon had passed, and only half of the members of the Yellow House were left at the moment. But despite this, there were not a few Sangri soldiers who were dragged by them to accompany the burial.

But the members of the Yellow House are getting more and more tired with the war. It won't be long before they will be overwhelmed by the Sang army. The Sang Japanese army will step over their corpses and rush towards the Palace of Los Angeles!

The fiery sun turned the earth red, but occasionally, there were bursts of blue light.

This blue light is definitely not blooming by the scorching sun, so Zhao Yan knows very well that the situation has changed!

Sure enough, on the side of the Los Palace, a blue-clothed figure was suspended in the air, followed by nearly a hundred followers, quickly rushing towards the battlefield, obviously using flying techniques. Those who can use flying skills are not low.

The blue-clothed figure seemed to be far away from the battlefield, but his toes were a little empty, and the person appeared on the periphery of the battlefield. He wiped his hand to his waist, and with a wave of his hand, a burst of ice rain composed of huge ice picks fell, smashing towards the Japanese army.

Li Hao Shuai saw an ice pick smashed head-on, he swung his gun to block it, although he blocked the attack, but the person flew several meters. It can be seen that this icicle is powerful enough to shoot people through it, and it is by no means an ordinary icicle of those magicians.

With a wave of one hand, the man in blue immediately entered the battlefield and fought with the Sang Japanese army. At the same time, the people in the palace of Los suddenly shouted, "Lord Pock! It's Lord Pock! Lord Pock has come to save us!"

"Yes! It's Lord Pork!"

"Rush out! Fight with them! With Master Pork here, what are we afraid of? Victory is ours, kill!"

With a shout, the members of the Yellow Palace immediately launched a general attack.

On the other side, Xihuasang glanced at Zhao Yan, and he saw the answer in Zhao Yan's eyes. Immediately waved the weapon in his hand, immediately pointed to the battlefield, and shouted: "Attack!"

The next moment, Xifa Sang led 30,000 people to attack, leaving only Zhao Yan and more than 20,000 people to continue to standby.

Countless horses' hooves trampled the earth, countless cries resounded through the sky, and this barren sky seemed to have never been so lively.

The man in blue was still in the air, and he turned his head to catch a golden point of light. His eyes were slightly closed, radiating a sharp cold light. The next moment, he appeared in front of Alales.

He said coldly: "Such a good bow and arrow, but hiding in the shadows to sneak attack, wasting things." ”

Alalus's face was grim, and his pupils suddenly dilated a lot, and he said, "Polke......"

"Huh?" Polk looked carefully at Araros, "I didn't think you knew me." ”

"Of course I know!" Arallus gritted his teeth and said, "At the beginning, you were the director of the fire prison!"

Poke nodded and said, "It turns out that you are still the group of people who escaped from the fire prison! In this way, you must be Yan's good helper! Hmph, I will kill you first." ”

Pork stretched out his hand, and the five fingers suddenly turned into five icicles.

"Stop!"

Behind Polke, Zhao Yan's voice sounded.

Polk did stop and turned slowly. After seeing Zhao Yan, he smiled happily. "Old friend, we meet again. ”

Zhao Yan sighed: "It's been five years, you haven't had a chance to kill me in the past five years, and you've been panicking in your heart, right?"

Poke said coldly: "It's actually very easy to kill you. It's just that you're a miracle worker, and every time someone comes to your rescue at a critical moment. ”

"But ......," Polk shook his head, "no one can save you today." ”

Zhao Yan said: "Boke, don't be too arrogant. Maybe...... Do I have a chance to defeat you?"

After speaking, Zhao Yan's pupils suddenly dilated, and it turned out that while he was speaking, he had already discussed a surprise attack with Ah San.

It's just that neither "paralysis" nor "chaos" had an effect on Polke's body.

Poke shook his head and smiled, "Yan, don't play this little trick. This set will only work for people of your strength. And I'm ...... I'm sorry to tell you that I've successfully broken through to the upper SSS level. On the mainland, there are not many people who can defeat me. ”

"What?" Zhao Yan, who was calm, couldn't help it at the moment, and looked at Boke blankly. When he first met Pock, he was only S-class. In just five years, his rise from S-level to SSS-level is already remarkable, but he has actually reached the upper SSS level! What kind of concept is this, Zhao Yan deeply understands.

This is the closest thing to an SK-level existence!

And Polke's age is less than forty years old......

Zhao Yan had already thoroughly understood why the powerful God Emperor, Huang Degros, loved Poke alone. He is indeed a talent that has been difficult to produce in the Aya Continent for thousands of years!

"Yan, are you scared?"

Poke's words made Zhao Yan calm down a little, and he said lightly: "Poke, when have I ever been afraid? When I was in a fire prison and faced a powerful thief forest, how could I have been afraid? Perhaps, dying at your hands can be regarded as a decent end for me!"

Boke looked at Zhao Yan with an admiring look in his eyes. "Yes, I'm very glad you think so! Don't worry! After killing you, I'll leave the whole corpse and let your people take you back and give you a decent funeral." ”

"Thank you. Zhao Yan half-squatted down and shouted: "But the premise is, kill me to death first!"

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Poke smiled slightly, and said, "Yan! You're still so cunning. ”

It turned out that Zhao Yan and Boke talked for a long time just to give themselves enough time to store their energy. It was as if a fiery red flower exploded from Zhao Yan's body, and five huge flame dragons rushed together, surging towards Boke.

Pok raised his hands and drank slightly, and five huge ice picks rose from behind him. The size of each ice pick was about the same as that of the giant of the Flame Dragon.

The ice pick collided with the flame dragon, and both were reduced to nothing.

At this time, Zhao Yan's voice sounded again: "The mystery of Gures - Liuhe Shenglong Wushuanghua!"

Poke was slightly startled, but the smile on his lips still didn't fade.

As the six flame dragons rushed towards him first, he suddenly raised his hands and closed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, a coolness swept across Zhao Yan's cheeks, and at the same time brushed the corners of Poke's clothes. And those surging and burning flame dragons actually turned into countless fire particles and drifted away with the wind.

It's surprisingly quiet.

Poke slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Yan who was surprised, and said, "This is power." ”