Half an hour later, in front of the camp of the Marquis of Queli, a big man wearing a royal robe suddenly appeared out of thin air. When the big man appeared, he shouted at the gate of the city to see the Marquis of Queli.

Half an hour later, a group of more than 100 cavalrymen came out of the camp. The horse team instantly surrounded the big man, and the leader of the team pointed at the big man with the Hun saber in his hand and said, "What do you want to see the king of Hanzhong?" Say! ”

The big man was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Isn't it Que Lihou?" Why did it change to the king of Hanzhong again? Lao Tzu, I want to see the marquis of Queli, is Wang Zhong in the camp? You let him out, and you say that their relatives have arrived. Something fun to be cheaper for him......"

"Relatives?" After the leader of the horse team was stunned for a moment, he continued: "His Royal Highness the King of Hanzhong is the Marquis of Queli, which of His Royal Highness's relatives has arrived?" Big? This relative can't be you, right? ”

"Yes, it's Lao Tzu!" Suddenly appearing at the door of the barracks was the Crown Prince of the Holy Cultivator. After laughing, he said to the leader of the horse team: "Lao Tzu doesn't care what Que Lihou or the king of Hanzhong, go, go to the nuclear king and say." Just said that his godfather had arrived, let him climb out step by step, and carry his godfather and me into the camp. Let him take Lao Tzu like his own father......"

"You're looking for death!" After the leader of the horse team roared, he suddenly rode his horse and rushed towards Bai Wuqiu, and the saber in his hand slashed at the head of the stunned man.

Seeing that the knife was about to split Bai Wuqiu's head in half, the second stunned man also roared, and then punched the horse's head violently. After a muffled sound, the head of the big horse had disappeared into a cloud of blood mist. The leader, who had been wielding the knife, lost his balance and fell to the ground with the headless horse's body. In the panic, the tip of the Hun-style scimitar actually pierced his own heart, and after a few struggles, he fell to the ground motionless.

"Lao Tzu came to find his son, not death." glanced at the leader who was stabbed to death by himself, and took a mouthful of saliva. Just when I wanted to look up and talk to the horse team of more than 100 people left on the opposite side. I saw that these hundred or so people actually pulled out their swords and swords, and rushed towards the position of Bai Wuxuan at the same time.

Such a cavalry battle formation was originally used to kill the enemy on the battlefield, but it was the first time that more than 100 people charged at one person like today. Wang Zhong ruled the army very strictly, if the captain of a team died in battle, and the person who killed the captain did not die, then the team of people would be executed. It's not that the relationship between such a cavalry and the leader who was stabbed to death by himself just now is very good, it's just that if he doesn't die, all the more than 100 cavalrymen will be executed. Also for self-preservation, these knights can only let go.

Seeing that all the cavalry on the opposite side were coming towards him, he laughed ruthlessly. Suddenly grabbed the dead horse with no head and picked it up. Then he quickly turned in a circle, and more than a hundred cavalrymen felt that their eyes were blooming. Bai Wuqiu's figure blurred in an instant, and then like a huge circle, it rushed towards him.

Anyone who was swept by the corpse of a dead horse, whether it was a horse or a person, was beaten out in an instant, and if he was lucky, he fell on the horse, and if he fell again, he would have a broken leg and an arm. Unlucky, he was crushed under the horse, and he was crushed to death by the weight of the horse in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, half of the horse team of more than a hundred people had been knocked out by the horse corpse in Bai Wuqiu's hand, and the knights behind hurriedly pulled the reins. Frightened by the brute force of the hundred wants, he reacted and hurriedly turned the horse's head and rode back into the camp. The slower reaction also hurriedly jumped off his horse, in case he would die on the war horse under this crotch after being knocked away.

Until all the horse teams were either beaten out or ran away on their own. Bai Wuqiu stopped at this time, and after throwing away the horse corpse in his hand, the body of the second stunned man still turned around uncontrollably. It was not easy to grasp a small tree to stabilize his body, and at the moment he hugged this small tree and began to vomit.

Before he could finish vomiting, hundreds of archers appeared on the wooden walls of the barracks. Hundreds of people buckled the strings and arrows to aim at the endless Baiwuqiu who was still holding the small tree and spitting up, and when they saw that as long as the leader gave an order, Baiwuqiu would be shot into a hedgehog, the gate of the barracks suddenly opened again, and a man in monk's clothes galloped out of it like lightning: "Stop!" Bows and arrows are useless to him, let me ......"

Before the words fell, this person had already arrived at Bai Wuqiu's side, released a fireball at Bai Wuqiu with his left hand, and held a long sword in his right hand, sweeping towards the right side of the stunned man. The monk had already performed such a trick many times, and most of them were split in two by the sharp sword when they dodged the left fireball and dodged to the right.

However, after meeting this big man, the monk's method finally deviated. After seeing the monk's volcano coming, the second stunned suddenly opened his mouth, "Wow! A mouthful of filth spat on the fireball. I don't know what I ate in the morning, but this mouthful of filth crushed the fireball in an instant. Then its grip on the tree suddenly loosened, and its body fell to the ground.

It was the body that suddenly fell to the ground, and then avoided the sword that swept over. When the monk was about to slash down with a sword against Bai Wuqiu, who had already fallen to the ground and vomited, he suddenly saw that the second stunned man had rolled to the monk's feet. Two hands suddenly grabbed the monk's calves, and with a slight force of both hands, the monk was knocked down. Then he threw the monk down like a tiger pounced, and before the man could swing his sword and slash at Bai Wuqiu. The second stunned man was already lying on the monk's body, raised his head and hit the monk's head hard.

"Bang!" With a bang, the monk's head was gone. And Bai Wuqiu's face was covered with the blood of the monk, and a pungent smell of blood rushed straight to his brain, and Bai Wuqiu let out a "wow" again, and spit out at the monk's cavity that was still snorting blood. Looking at the archers on the wall of the camp, they were retching for a while.

At this time, a somewhat empty voice sounded: "Good ability, the hundred-man cavalry can't help you." Even if you become a famous monk, you are no match for you, and you really deserve to be a rare demon......"

As he spoke, a half-grown man of a few years old appeared in front of Bai Wuqiu. After waiting for Bai Wuqiu to vomit, a long sword that had been unsheathed appeared out of thin air in the hand of the half-old man. He said slowly to Bai Wuqiu: "Are you done vomiting?" So now can you say your intention in coming to the king of Hanzhong? ”

Lao Tzu said...... He is the son of Lao Tzu" has already vomited out the contents of his stomach, and he glanced at this person a little weakly. After the half-grown old man shook his head slightly, he didn't talk nonsense with this dumbfounded. Just as he was about to go down with a sword and kill it. After being cold, the gate of the camp opened again, and he saw a young man who was white from head to toe. He walked out of it with a wooden box in his hand.

When the white-haired man came out of it, the soldiers in the barracks didn't seem to see the man. Everyone's eyes were still on the half-old man and Bai Wuqiu.

When the half-grown old man saw the white-haired man come out, the expression on his face was horrified. His eyes stared directly at the wooden box in the white-haired man's hand, and after taking a deep breath, he said cautiously, "Who are you?" What's in the box......"

The white-haired man looked at him with a strange expression and said, "I said it was a pig's head, do you believe it?" ”

The half-grown old man's eyes had already widened at this time, and he gritted his teeth and said again: "Say, is it the head of the king who fell to the ground inside?" ”

"It's okay to know, do you have to say it?" The white-haired man sneered, then threw the wooden box in his hand at the half-grown old man. The half-grown old man shuddered and opened the wooden box, and saw the cold human head inside. The eyes of the half-grown old man were dark, and his body shook and almost fell.

At this time, an old man who was too old to look good came from a distance. After the old man came over, he smiled at the half-grown old man and said, "Old man, I know that you are also in this barracks, and Wang Zhong is your son?" No wonder 20,000 men can defeat an army of 80,000. ”