To the west of the moat, beyond the jungle, in the border camp of Loulan, is in the midst of the mourning of the death of General Basil.

Many cultivators in Loulan were attracted by Ji Liangma's bright and crisp cry, and they looked up at the sky one after another...... Above the jungle of towering trees, the four hooves of the Jiliang horse glowed with brilliance, and they flew quickly on the clouds.

"It's the sword demon's horse!

The sharp-eyed witchcraft practitioner recognized it.

It's this horse that plays them around.

The death of their frontier hero, General Basil, is related to the owner of the horse.

For a time, many witchcraft practitioners gathered together.

There is strength in numbers.

In the face of a horse, it seems that the requirements for guts are not high.

Hundreds of witchcraft practitioners, from the camp, flew to the moat with all their might.

At the same time, at the foot of the eastern side of the moat, there are also a large number of Loulan and Rouli people.

The cultivators of Loulan also flew up and began to chase and intercept Ji Liangma.

They climbed in height at the same time, and the witchcraft practitioners on the west side formed a branch line and pushed forward, and the witchcraft practitioners on the east side of the moat also formed a straight line.

In this way, no matter how fast Ji Liangma is, he will definitely meet the Loulan people between the two parallel lines.

......

Appeal ————

Jiliangma noticed the anomaly, raised his hooves, and stopped in mid-air.

It saw the sorcerers who stood in its way ahead of it, each dragging a purple orb in their hands. Dressed in a purple cape and hood. Purple gas flowed from their palms, and the balls seemed to be connected by purple chains.

The same is true for the witchcraft practitioners in the rear.

Caught in front and back, it looks like there's nowhere to run.

Girmama was very wise and judged the situation before him, and he made a surprising move - it chose to climb upwards.

Soaring upward......

Head up, keep it vertical, and step on all four hooves.

The wizards of Loulan looked up one after another, revealing incredible eyes.

"No wonder that Great Flame Sword Demon can rush to Rouli from the depths of Loulan...... Such a horse is rare. ”

"Take it down no matter what, if it can be tamed, it will be used by me, if it can't be tamed, it will be killed on the spot!"

"Yes!"

The wizards rose up.

Two rows of cultivators followed Jiliangma upward.

Two rows of purple gas were pulled upward, as if two purple canopies had been raised, which was spectacular.

Ji Liangma was not in a hurry, but with its legendary speed, it reached the highest point of the moat.

This wasn't the southern part of the moat, and it seemed to know that this height wasn't enough to shake off the moth. So it chose to continue upwards.

Until it reaches a high enough altitude, the air is greatly reduced, the vitality is greatly reduced, depressed, oppressed, and breathing is difficult.

It stopped the direction and flew laterally......

"I can't continue to go up!

Further up, there is no vitality, and the cultivators who have lost their vitality are stronger than ordinary people.

The same goes for witchcraft practitioners.

Jiliangma, as if he was not affected...... Step forward.

Then, the trajectory of the flight was like a parabola, bypassing the walls of the sorcery practitioners in front of them.

"Stop it!"

"Attack!"

The row of sorcery practitioners threw the purple orbs in their hands at the same time.

A row of purple wizarding circles, running into the air.

Ji Liang Ma stepped on the empty four hooves upward, and came up with a parabola.

Appeal——————

A scream.

Even though it was a rare BMW, it had to control the altitude at this time.

Its eyes sparkled with gold, as if they were burning.

Its goal is only to ...... Great Flame Indomitable.

Call!

Intercepted by many sorcery practitioners, Jiliangma crossed the moat.

Its height is enough to span the moat.

Above the moat, where the wind and snow were still blowing, the wind raged, blocking most of the view.

The wizards of Loulan turned around and pursued frantically.

"Chase!"

"Don't let it run!"

"Avenge Lord Basil!"

"Revenge!"

Hatred runs high.

General Basil was originally a great witch, and in the minds of Loulan witchcraft practitioners, he was a god-like hero.

Hundreds of cultivators formed a phalanx in pursuit.

Their cooperation is extremely tacit.

Knowing that Jiliang Ma was fast, they each performed their own sorcery and cooperated with each other to form a pointed direction.

Purple streamlined body, rushing forward.

Collective eruption of witchcraft, the speed is almost the same as that of Ji Liangma in an instant!

In the camp of the Jouri, the Jori look to the sky.

General Carol, also attracted by this huge movement, rose into the sky and watched the pursuing witchcraft team from afar.

Then, with a sigh:

"Although I disagree with Basil, I have a temper. But his personality and character are still admired by me. So many people are willing to avenge him, and with such a great personality, I am inferior to him. ”

As soon as the words fell, a subordinate next to him bowed down and said, "General, before Basil died, he personally led the team to drive Yu Shangrong to the Rouli Realm, with the purpose of framing you and provoking the conflict between our Rouli and the Demon Heaven Pavilion. ”

"Is that happening?" said Carol, frowning.

"This matter can be investigated by the general. He also said...... He Loulan doesn't need such a ...... The ...... "hesitant and hesitant."

"Just say, General Ben forgives you for your innocence!"

"He doesn't need a 'waste' like you, he can kill Yu Shangrong alone. ”

Hear the words.

Carol's eyelids jumped a few times, and anger loomed in her eyes.

He snorted softly, "You deserve to end up like this." ”

With that, he fell.

The subordinate nodded and followed, anyway, what he said was the truth, even if it wasn't, there was no proof of death now.

......

The sorcery team is chasing Ji Liangma.

Probably because of the more times he went back and forth between the moats and the mud, and the fact that he climbed to a dangerous area, the speed of the horse was reduced by three points.

"Kill it!"

"It's not going to work!"

Many witchcraft practitioners discovered this and intensified the transmission of witchcraft.

The forward speed of the pointed shape was instantly accelerated several times.

Phew—

Jiliangma continued to gallop.

Over the mountains and rivers, over the jungle.

"Shoot it down!"

"Good!"

Witchcraft practitioners, while pushing witchcraft energy forward.

All the purple gas converged at the front of the line, the sorcery practitioners at the front of the pointed advance.

Between his palms, a purple bow and arrow suddenly appeared.

"Brute, I'll see where you're going!"

Push with both palms!

The purple bow and arrow shot out.

Bang!

The combination of witchcraft to this point is already breathtaking.

This arrow is bound to hit.

Appeal ————

When Jiliang's hooves were raised, the bow and arrow on his back crept in.

Just when everyone thought that this arrow would surely hit.

Airplanes!

The sound of energy resonance rang out.

"Who dares to touch the old man's horse?!"

A figure flickered behind Jiliangma, standing in front of him with one palm.

Five fingers with blue light.

The face is old, the eyes are bright, and the witch arrow is captured with one hand.

......

The witchcraft practitioners from Loulan never dared to imagine that anyone could do such an extremely thrilling action in their lifetime.

Everyone's eyes and expressions were wonderful.

Thought I was hallucinating......

But how wary are the witchcrafters, and how clear are they about distinguishing between hallucinations?

It's not an illusion!

The thin old man who appeared in front of the huge purple crossbow arrow...... It's true.

"Oops, too deep...... Prepare to retreat!"

They suddenly found that when they were chasing all the way, they had forgotten that this was the realm of Great Yan.

"Well, don't panic, the Great Yan cultivators are our enemies, don't mess up the formation and retreat to the camp. ”

"This crossbow bolt can hold him back, withdraw—"

Meanwhile.

The old man who held the arrow pushed it with his palm.

Rumble!

The purple crossbow arrows that were unleashed by the gathering of hundreds of people were shattered by the blue palm prints.

The blue palm print, rushing away the scattered purple sorcery, flew forward.

The wizard at the front suddenly stood up all over his body and roared, "Block!"

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