The smoke of gunpowder was filled, covering the sky and the sun, and the beating war drums roared. The two armies confronted each other, and the iron-blooded men of the Yangon Dynasty killed the enemy in blood, and the screams shook the heavens and the earth.

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"Sister Sha, how did you meet Brother Shu?" Jun Yueyan followed Di Lisha and Mo Shu closely, fearing that one would be accidentally swept away by the turbulence of this space.

Mo Shu chuckled, "This matter is a long story, let's talk about it in the future, the situation in the human world is urgent, let's hurry up." ”

As soon as Mo Shu's words fell, the emperor left the brake like an arrow, and only saw a faint afterimage.

Seeing this, Mo Shu shook his head helplessly, and the brick reminded Jun Yueyan behind him, "It's accelerated, but you have to keep up." ”

Jun Yueyan blinked her purple demon pupils, and then immediately used strange footwork to keep up with Mo Shu in front.

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"What's going on? Why do you seem to have more and more enemy troops?! Hao Jun slashed an enemy soldier with a single sword, and quickly moved towards Zhao Sheng.

"That's not right!" Zhao Sheng kept slashing the enemy soldiers beside him, as if he had discovered something, and his face changed greatly.

"What's wrong?" Hao Jun quickly approached Zhao Sheng, and the two were back to back, behind each other's backs and each other.

"Look at the faces of the enemy soldiers."

"It's all at this time, what kind of face do you still see." Hao Jun roared, scolding and slaughtering the enemy army.

"Do you think their faces look like dead faces? And there are too few enemy corpses around here, not to mention the soldiers killed, even the two of us have killed more than that. ”

Hearing this, Hao Jun's face changed greatly, "Could it be 、、、、、、?"

"Witchcraft!"

"I'm afraid that the enemy army has a high-ranking person to manipulate in the rear, and now our army has suffered heavy losses, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that it will be difficult to hold on to this last quarter of an hour, and it will definitely be defeated!"

"TNND, we have to slaughter that grandson behind the back!"

"Difficult!"

"What then?"

"、、、 cut off their heads!"

"Okay, it!" Hao Jun waved his long sword, and his head fell to the ground with a sound. "Brothers, these dogs dare to play yin with our masters, sons! Chop off their dog heads for Lao Tzu! General Ben, who cuts a lot, is rewarded! Kill! Hao Jun roared, and everywhere the long sword in his hand went, his head fell to the ground, and no one survived!

"Kill! Kill! The warriors responded, their weapons like the scythes of death, mercilessly harvesting the heads of the enemy.

Countless heads were cut off, and the losses of the heroic soldiers of the Yangon Dynasty were unprecedentedly heavy, and the thick smoke of gunpowder obscured the bloody sun, and a man and two women appeared out of thin air behind the camp of the Yangon Dynasty, and no one knew about it.

"There's something wrong with those people." Jun Yueyan looked at the battlefield strewn with corpses.

"Puppet." A cold voice exploded out of thin air, with a bone-chilling cold.

"It seems that those guys in the upper realm are getting more and more restless, and their hands are stretched out so long." Mo Shu's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and a blood-colored light shot straight out.

A strange man hiding behind the enemy camp instantly turned into a pool of blood, and then evaporated without a trace.

"Demon Clan." Mo Shu's red lips as thin as cicada wings hook up a thin arc.

The enemy troops on the battlefield were instantly reduced by more than half, and the morale of the sons and daughters of the Rangoon Dynasty was greatly boosted.

"Kill!" Zhao Sheng waved his arms and drank loudly.

"Kill all these turtle grandsons and let them know that Yangon is inviolable!"

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" The blood of the warriors of the Rangoon Dynasty boiled over, and the group of Tartars collapsed and fled.

"Roaring ----!" The joy didn't last long, and a beast roar came from the city of the Southern Barbarian Country, which made people tremble.

"What is this?" Yue Yan listened to this roar, and her good-looking brows furrowed.

"Demons!" Jun Yueyan looked at the opposite city in shock, and a burst of purple light flashed in her eyes.

"Roar!" "Roar!" Beastly roars continued to emanate from the cities of the Southern Barbarians, and the fear in the hearts of the warriors of Rangoon began to rise.

"Roar!" A terrifying demonic beast shaped like a lion, five meters tall, and two blood-red beast eyes as big as lanterns rushed into the battlefield!