"Kill!"

The gap was filled in an instant.

"Hah!"

With a loud shout, countless golden soldiers came with a fight!

"Choke!"

The golden light in his eyes suddenly brightened, the Confidant Sword fell into his hand, and Ye Zhen leaned forward.

The next moment, a golden lightning bolt from Ye Zhen as the center exploded in an instant, swimming all over the thousands of armies!

"Hum..."

The bosom sword was held in front of his chest, Ye Zhen's eyes were cold and ruthless, and his blood danced wildly, watching the last drop of blood from the tip of the sword dripping from the tip of the sword.

"Whew!"

Thousands of heads rose into the air at the same time, and blood gushed out, adding another thick ink to the Red Tiger Blood River!

Standing tall, let himself and the blood-colored dragon flag bathe in the sea of blood, and let go of his confidant.

With his hands behind his back again, he walked forward with his confidant in the blood rain.

Even if the enemy has thousands of troops, I will cut the sky, split the ground, and break the army with one sword and one sword!

"Knock knock...."

The war drums beat rapidly, Wanyan really hissed and roared, and the golden soldiers swarmed forward again!

"Buzz!"

The bosom sword is moving! The silver light burst out, with Ye Zhen as the center, moved and rotated within a hundred zhang, interweaving a large silver net!

The golden soldiers within a hundred zhang are the fish in the net, and their bodies are constantly bursting with bursts of blood mist!

Ye Zhen was like this, stepping into the sea of blood mist, with blood dragon, blood hair and blood armor, and walked towards Wan Yan Zhen step by step.

If it weren't for the blood, this performance, Ye Zhen would be like an immortal in the sword, but now... But it's like a killing god from hell!

The world descended to kill the gods, and the golden soldiers did not dare to take a step forward.

Even if the golden drum is useless no matter how anxious it is, Wanyan Zhen's eyes showed blood, and he hissed and roared, "Da Jin Erlang!" Think of the blood relatives behind us, think of our wives and children, and the glory of our Jurchen race! ”

"Could it be that after a hundred years of Jurchenism, I will still be oppressed by the Han people!"

"Even if you die in battle at this moment, you are still a hero of my country! Whoever can kill this person will be crowned king and marquis! Forever Glory! ”

Jin Bing's fighting spirit rises again!

"Kill!"

Ye Zhen still walked from the blood river, and after seeing Yan Zhen from afar, he was still drinking blood and killing wildly.

Suddenly, Ye Zhen stopped, with a murderous smile on the corner of his mouth, and the sea of corpses on the ground suddenly began to set off layers of blood waves!

"Boom... Rumble... Boom..."

It was as if the rolling thunder came from the south, not only did it set off a wave of blood, but even the earth trembled!

A lifetime of Jin Ge Iron Horse, fighting in the south and in the north, how could Wanyan really not hear what this earth-shattering sound was?

Then the next moment, between the first line of the southern heaven and earth, a torrent of black pressure, with no end in sight, the footsteps were neatly one, and every step made the earth tremble violently because it was unbearable!

Every step is also like stepping on Wanyanzhen's heart.

"Choke!"

In the black armor, the silver light of the Dao Dao was held high, and the 50,000 army roared in unison, "Kill the gold thief, save the saint!" ”

Ye Zhen looked at Wan Yan Zhen, and he also looked at Ye Zhen at the same time, the eyes of the two were like substance, hundreds of zhang apart, bursting into the air and colliding!

"Hahahaha..."

Ye Zhen suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and when he stepped out, he disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already holding dozens of black-armored remnants in the enchantment, standing under the war drum ring with the white horse!

Knowing his heart into the sheath, he jumped into the drum, Ye Zhen had already jumped on the drum, and the void was grasped, and the drum hammer fell into his hands.

Wrap the drum with the hammer with mana.

"Boom!"

A layer of golden light burst from the war drum, as if a huge thunder resounded between the heavens and the earth!

The blood hair danced wildly, and the blood-colored dragon flag behind it flew in the yellow sand.

The 50,000 black-armored army approached the Red Tiger Blood River at great speed, and within the iron-armored ghost face, the two tigers were stunned!

The scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in front of him, it is hard to imagine what kind of bloody battle the Holy Lord has experienced!

"Today! I will personally beat the drum for my big song! ”

"Knock.. Knock knock..."

The drums of war are fused with the march of the war army.

"Kill !!"

The drum beat was strong, shocking the heart, and 50,000 black armor roared in unison, even if the enemy army was more than twice as much as himself, he was not afraid in his heart, and only the killing word was integrated into a warm blood!

"Humph! Archers come forward! ”

Wan Yanzhen gave an order, the drums were shocked, and five thousand archers jumped out quickly, raising their bows and arrows, raising the tips of the arrows, and pulling the bowstring into a full moon!

Wan Yanzhen drew his knife to cut off the gold, and roared loudly, "Release!" ”

"Boom!"

Five thousand bowstrings trembled at the same time, like a huge thunderclap, and arrows shot up into the sky, tearing through the wind and clouds, and screaming to overwhelm the 50,000 army.

The black armor torrent, Wang Jian roared, "Shield!" ”

"Hah!"

With a roar, the long card in the hands of the five thousand shield soldiers led by the black armor torrent was instantly raised.

"Ding Ding Ding...."

The sparks splashed everywhere, and the golden soldiers occasionally had bow shooters, and the arrows they shot pierced through the shield and nailed the black armor behind them to the ground.

The rain of arrows continued, and the black armor torrent was not afraid, and rushed towards the Red Tiger Blood River at great speed.

In the Jin army, Wan Yan Zhen suddenly snatched the longbow from the archers, pulled the string with the bow, and aimed the tip of the arrow at Ye Zhen, who was cheering for the drum!

"Squeak..."

The bowstring was pulled into a grand slam, and the bow body was already overwhelmed, but Wan Yan Zhen actually pulled the bowstring apart by three points again!

The fingertips had been severed by the bowstring, and blood was dripping down the strings of the cow's tendons.

"Bang!"

The longbow snaps, and the deadly arrow shoots out!

"Protect the Holy One!"

Under the beating of the drums, hearing the screaming sound approaching instantly, Luo Yi roared, the bloody mouth just opened, and the long-handled big knife in his hand quickly slashed out at that little bit of cold!

However, the speed of this arrow was fast and terrifying, and Luo Yi reacted quickly, but the long knife was still a fraction of a bit.

With his heart shattered, Luo Yi turned his head to look at Ye Zhen, and an arrow was quietly suspended in mid-air, three feet away from the saint!

Thinking of the Holy True Dragon coming to the world and the blessing of the gods, Luo Yi suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and the long-handled broadsword in his hand was shocked!

He roared, "Long live the saint!" Long live the Great Song Kingdom! ”

The black armor has arrived, stepping forward, rushing towards the Jin army.

Suddenly! Ye Zhen roared angrily.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the war drum shattered, Ye Zhen jumped down, picked up a long knife from the sea of blood, and rushed to kill with the army!

The sword light and axe shadow, the limbs are flying, and the blood rain is extremely splashed!

Ye Zhen's big knife was cutting through the river of blood, and he rushed straight to Yan Zhen, and blood splashed everywhere.

If you meet Ye Zhen, none of the golden soldiers are still there, just a hundred zhang, trapped in the battle, rushing to kill!

Wanyan was sad in his heart, even though the number was more than double that of the enemy, Erlang was not in the mood to fight... There is no way back!

"Kill!"

Wan Yan Zhen took out the golden knife given by the Golden Emperor at his waist, pulled the reins tightly and rode his horse towards Ye Zhen!

In this game, there is no chess to play, he is willing to die on the battlefield, rather than fall into the hands of the enemy army and become an enemy Song chess piece!

Among the ten thousand armies, Ye Zhen stood in the river of blood, stretched forward with his right palm, and an arrow pierced the sky and fell into the palm of his hand.

"Boom!"

The river of blood exploded, and Ye Zhen rose from the ground and hurried towards Wan Yan Zhen.

The arrows are still there, but they are soaked in blood, but Wan Yanzhen's head is flying high with blood, and the feeling of death on his face is still there!

"Dashuai!"

Looking at Gao Fei's head, an exclamation came out of Jin Bing's mouth.

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