Chapter 272: Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen arrived

"It's not good, they're going to run away, hurry up!"

The Sea Dragon Patriarch hurriedly roared, and the azure aura, condensed on the dragon's claws, swung out suddenly, and grabbed towards the spatial passage.

There was no need for him to remind them, and the remaining strong people launched a supreme attack at the same time, without mercy.

They set out with great fanfare, and they can't go home empty-handed, at least they have to kill a few supreme saints, so that the people of the world know that the central waters of the East China Sea belong to the Sea Clan, and anyone who dares to invade this land will die!

As for the First and Second Legions, they have not yet taken it into account, and they do not even have plans to make a move.

"Ignorance, the power of the world, how can you shake it?"

The Patriarch of the Sinking Demon sneered.

The power of the world is the origin of the world, and the energy formed by it can only be mobilized by the forces that unify the world, and not everyone can mobilize it, but people with a certain identity must be able to represent this force.

As the prime minister of the Great Demon Dynasty, he is under one person and above ten thousand, of course he is qualified.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Fourteen attacks, all of which landed on the World Passage, emitted a series of resounding sounds.

But the powerhouses of the seven ancient clans were not happy at all, and their eyes were gloomy.

They found that their attack, without causing the slightest damage to the spatial passage, only heard a sound.

This shocked them......

"Let's go!"

The Patriarch of the Sinking Demon said in a deep voice, took a deep look at the Sea Dragon Patriarch, and strode into the world space passage, this arrogant posture was like the return of the victor.

From beginning to end, they did not look at the First and Second Legions.

"Foreigners are really unreliable!"

Chihuo watched the seven people of the Sinking Demon Clan leave, he was furious, and he was also very disappointed in the people of the Demon Clan, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down before he asked Guan Hong: "General Guan, what should I do now?"

The sound transmission formation was silent, and after a while, a solemn voice came.

"The Great Chu Expedition, you and I were originally damned people, thanks to the heavy responsibility entrusted by the emperor, commanding an army, giving a mansion, starting a family, the prime minister often said a sentence, the king treats me as a countryman, I will repay the country!

Guan Hong's loud voice came out of the sound transmission formation, with a tone of loyalty and perseverance.

"General Guan, I listen to you!"

Chihuo's body was shocked, thinking of the past, he still remembered his identity, fell into the grass as a coward, as a thief, and should be killed!

But with such an identity, they were not suppressed and humiliated in the Ming Dynasty, but sat firmly in the army and controlled an army.

Jun'en, better than the sky!

In the past five years, they have also married wives, given birth to several children, and lived happily.

"Command, take control of the submarine, ram the Fishfish Clan stronghold, and detonate the bomb. ”

Guan Hong roared angrily.

I saw a submarine, at a speed that surpassed that of the Emperor Martial Artist, violently rammed forward, and the huge impact force formed countless undercurrents under the sea.

"Haha......"

Chihuo laughed, and also overtook the submarine, and followed behind Guan Hong without hesitation.

Once he goes, he will never be able to reunite with his family, but he believes that the court will remember the meritorious people, and the court will treat the widows of meritorious ministers well.

Because of this, he has no worries!

"A bunch of maniacs!"

The Patriarch of the Sinking Demon turned his head, saw the trajectory of the two submarines, and scolded angrily in a low voice, for some reason, he was angry in his heart.

"The madman in your eyes, but the hero in my heart, you are a demon, selfish, and don't know what is called righteousness and what is called a soldier!"

Suddenly, an indifferent voice exploded in the mind of the Patriarch of the Sinking Demon, and the terrifying sound wave collided with the power of the soul, making him miserable.

Then, a scene that frightened him happened!

The worldspace wormhole above his head actually began to disintegrate and dissipate.

A "Ming" word, flashing golden light.

Next to this font, there is also a scimitar, and the cold light explodes.

As the suzerainty of the Great Demon Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty can naturally control the world's space wormhole.

"Stampede......

In the deep sea, there was a sound of horses' hooves, getting heavier and heavier, beating everyone's hearts, there was a sense of breathless oppression, and I felt ridiculous confidant, in this sea, how could there be a war horse galloping?

"Look, someone's coming!"

The Light Feather Demon Patriarch exclaimed in surprise, pointing to the bottom of the sea in the distance, and in the pitch-black environment, there were eighteen figures, riding war horses, galloping.

"The situation has changed, General Guan stop!"

Chihuo followed behind, and when he saw Yan Yun's eighteen horses, his spirit was shocked, and he hurriedly spread the word.

But Guan Hong in front of him had already closed his facial features, and he only wanted to die together, whether it was the sound of horses' hooves or the sound of red fire, he didn't hear it.

Thundered!

The Qianzhang submarine, like a giant beast that has broken a cage, launched a ferocious attack.

"Save them!"

The leader of Yanyun's eighteen horsemen, commanded calmly, without the slightest emotion, cold and cold, like the sea water of the deep sea.

The two riders broke through the air, and in a blink of an eye, they came to the front of the submarine, and slowly stretched out their palms to block the submarine formation.

The thousand-zhang steel submarine, like a toy, was easily stopped!

"General, the eighteen horsemen of the Ming Dynasty Yanyun are coming to converge!"

Yiqi's eyes showed respect, and he saw that Guan Hong closed his facial features and used his soul to transmit the voice.

"Yan Yun...... Eighteen Riders ......"

Guan Hong opened his eyes, saw the figure in front of him, and showed a relaxed smile, the court did things, and sure enough, there was no mistake, and hurriedly lifted the closed facial features, hugged his fists and said: "This lord, I'm sorry for you!"

"No trouble!"

A Yan Yunqi said, cherishing words like gold, holding the submarine in his hand, and retreating more than ten miles away.

"They are all Late Holy Warriors, we underestimate the strength of the Ming Dynasty!"

The Patriarch of the Sinking Demon sighed, a little melancholy, he was caught running away, this is not a good deal.

"Let's go check it out!"

The Light Feather Demon Patriarch said in a deep voice, feeling a little ominous.

The Patriarch of the Sinking Demon nodded and flew in the direction of Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen.

"Stop!"

A Yan Yunqi, seeing the seven people of the Sinking Demon Qi, spoke out to stop him, his cold clothes flickered, the scimitar in his hand was blocked in front of his chest, and his face with a mask revealed a pair of cold eyes, full of endless killing machines.

"This general, there were many enemies before, and we are ......," the Patriarch of the Sinking Demon paused to explain.

"Okay, you are demons, we are human beings, there is no common word, if you have anything to say, just say it to Chonglou!"

The leader of Yanyun's eighteen horsemen waved his hand, interrupting the words of the Patriarch of the Sinking Demon.

Actually, they've been here for a while.

The demons have a heart of disobedience, and Yu Sheng, Guo Jia and others have already discovered it.

Just with the help of the battlefield, knock the demons to show orthodoxy.