"Order you to lead the Yong'an Battalion and set off immediately to exterminate the murderer of Zhuangjia Village!"

Li Beichen didn't mention the 'Black Lotus Sect', and he didn't want more people to know about it.

Hua Xiong comprehended, hugged his fists to receive his life, and then strode away, with a strong body.

Today's Yong'an Camp is no longer the same, although the number of people is less than half compared with before, but the strength is far exceeded!

There are more than 2,300 soldiers below the Tianyuan realm, more than 2,300 people in the Tianyuan realm, more than 270 masters in the Tianyuan realm, plus 115 elites in Xiliang, the strength is enough to shock the entire Tong'an County!

During this time, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry and the Xiliang Elite sent out were not without gains, according to the information sent back, they had already eliminated a bandit, killed more than 500 people, and contributed more than 1,000 reincarnation powers to Li Beichen.

He didn't hide and drag, and directly summoned fifty Xiliang elites to come out.

Soon after, the gate of the Yong'an battalion was opened, and Hua Xiong led all the Yong'an battalion to dispatch, according to Li Beichen's meaning, this battle must be completely annihilated, and no one can be let go!

Yan Jinglong followed the large army closely, his eyes were a little excited, this was the first time he had taken action since joining the Yong'an Battalion!

On behalf of the Yan family, he led fifty-five members of the family to officially join the Yong'an Battalion, and as soon as he entered the camp, Xiliang's elite and unified, indifferent and ruthless style of acting shocked him.

He had never seen such a good soldier!

Not only is the cultivation strength, but the terrifying aura that rises to the sky makes him even more shocked.

How many people is this going to kill?

This made him even more determined to follow Yong'an City.

He is not the only one who has such thoughts, among the large and small forces in Yong'an City, although Li Beichen's order is difficult for them to accept, but in the end, they can only send the children of the clan into the Yong'an camp.

None of them moved out of Yong'an City.

Everyone knows what the situation is outside, and in contrast, Yong'an City, where the Grandmaster exists, is undoubtedly safer.

Hurrying all the way, Hua Xiong's face was cold, and the murderous machine was boiling, and He Li next to him felt the coldness, did not speak, and followed closely.

He is now the commander of the Yong'an Battalion, with 500 soldiers under his command, and his authority is not low, second only to Huaxiong.

"General!"

In the distance, there were Xiliang elites running silently, respectfully saluting Huaxiong.

"How?"

Hua Xiong waved his hand and asked directly about the situation.

"The murderer is camped on the mountain peak in front of him, for fear of being discovered, his subordinates and others dare not get too close, and can only roughly estimate, there will never be less than a thousand people! And the strength is not low, it should be all elite people!"

Xiliang elite report.

A cold light flashed in Hua Xiong's eyes, and he ordered in a low voice: "He Li! Chen Gui! The two of you will lead the corporal under your command to surround this place, and you must not let one go! The rest of the people, follow me up the mountain!"

"Yes!"

The two of them clasped their fists and immediately led their men and horses to divide into two sides and outflank them left and right.

A quarter of an hour later, Hua Xiong looked coldly at the firelight above, waved his hand lightly, and suddenly, more than 1,200 soldiers under his command drew their weapons, their faces were full of murderous intent, raised their eyes to the top of the mountain, and stared coldly.

"Kill!"

Rumble!

The powerful momentum broke out in an instant, Hua Xiong was like a demon god, stepping on the branches, wrapped in blood, in the night, it was particularly terrifying.

"Who?"

There was a commotion from the top of the mountain, but soon it calmed down, and a soldier in black iron armor walked to the edge of the mountain and looked down.

But what awaits them is an incomparable sword light!

The red light was dazzling and dazzling, even in the dark night, it couldn't hide that stunning blood-colored sword light!

Fast!

It completely exceeded the limit speed of the ironclad soldier's reaction, and his vision was full of blood!

Blood Spray!

Dozens of headless corpses stood on their own, filled with bloody aura, and their heads rolled in the air, flying across the void!

Hua Xiong stepped out, and he was already standing on the top of the mountain, his face was cold, his eyes were shining, and he was holding a red big sword, heroic and majestic.

smiled coldly, as if death had descended, and the long knife in his hand swung violently!

The wind and clouds surged, and the endless sword light filled the void, and in the frightened and frightened eyes of the ironclad soldiers, the sword light flew like a sea of knives, and the blood-red light shone, sweeping the sky and destroying everything!

Rumble!

Smoke and dust rise, old trees burst, boulders explode, this scene seems to have become an eternity, a puff of blood swaying, a corpse thrown away, flesh and bones into mud.

The more than 1,000 soldiers of the Yong'an Battalion who followed were full of heat and excitement, and they looked at Hua Xiong like a god and demon descending into the world, full of rage!

"This is the momentum that a man of my generation should have!"

Yan Jinglong's eyes were fiery and passionate, and he looked at the majestic figure with reverence, and his heart was extremely excited.

Without saying anything, Hua Xiong stepped forward, murderous, and the long knife rolled and rushed towards the ironclad sergeant.

The soldiers of the Yong'an battalion followed closely behind, the long knives were cold, and the killing aura stirred the void.

Brush!

Yan Jinglong slashed out with a knife, the flames were surging, and the ironclad soldier in front of him was cut into two sections, his face was hideous, and his face was bloody.

This is already the fifth person to be killed by him!

His eyes were sharp, looking at the enemy soldiers who were retreating in front of him, and he rushed forward with a sharp sword, and stabbed at another ironclad sergeant again!

Clang!

Yan Jinglong's eyes froze, and the knife was blocked!

Master!

But on the battlefield, he can't be allowed to think too much, if he can't make a knife, he will cut another one!

The sword is fierce and murderous!

"Master Teacher! Our side is about to be unable to resist! The enemy general is too strong!"

When the ironclad sergeant was retreating, in the big tent in the rear, a soldier rushed forward, fell on one knee, covered with blood, and spoke anxiously.

"What's the panic! With this sect envoy here, what strong person can there be in these small Beichuan three counties?!"

The shouts of killing outside shook the sky, but inside the big tent was as stable as a mountain, Song Mingda leaned quietly on the seat, his face was as usual, and he was not moved at all.

For the three counties of Beichuan, he has never paid attention to it, just a small land, the strength is weak, a few martial artists in the realm of the Divine Mansion can claim the king and hegemony, and their 'Black Lotus Sect' base camp, Xining Mansion, is far from it, and it cannot be compared at all.

Therefore, although he sensed that there was an extremely strong momentum rising to the sky at the edge of the mountain peak a few miles away, he didn't care, let alone investigate carefully, he just regarded it as the peak of the Divine Mansion, and in his army, there were several priests at the peak of the Divine Mansion and even the strength of the quasi-grandmaster!

Enough to kill the enemy!

He didn't need to do anything at all.

"My lord! The enemy general is a grandmaster! Several priests have been killed!"

Seeing that the Sect Envoy still didn't care, the soldiers were in a hurry, this enemy was about to be killed here, they totaled 1,500 people, and now it is estimated that there are only 500 colleagues left!

"What?Grandmaster?"

Song Mingda's face suddenly turned pale, he stood up suddenly, stretched out his right hand, bang!

With a sword roar, a long sword hanging on the right side broke away from its scabbard and flew into the air, grabbed by him!