Zhao Yuheng just raised his fist at the moment, ready to fight again, he originally wanted to beat Chen Yurou down first, but when he heard Wang Yurou's voice, he completely lost the will to play the trapped beast fight, turned around and wanted Wang Yurou to rush over, put his hand in his mouth while running, and blew a whistle fiercely.

As if he had received an order, the Xuanqi fist stabbed itself, sent out a gust of wind, flew high, and smashed towards Zhao Yuheng upside down, and at this time, another whistle sounded, and a mysterious silver-white streamer flashed briefly and disappeared into Zhao Feiliu's hand.

The power of the group of mentally handicapped people is not a joke, don't look at the more than forty people gathered in the main hall who are also Northern Kingdom soldiers and disciples of the Poison Dragon Sect, and they reacted within a few seconds after Wang Zheng rushed in, shouting at each other and forming several armies to surround them, but they didn't have time to stop Zhao Yuheng, Zhao Feiliu, several of Zhao Feiliu's guards and the three sisters of the Wang family from converging together.

That Zhao Feiliu also has a little ability, and he integrated everyone into a military force that looked magnificent in three or two clicks, and fought and retreated, at this time, Wang Zheng, who was rampant on the beams of the house, scattered the butterfly darts in his hands like rain, and coupled with the strange and unguardable group of mentally handicapped aura, he forcibly suppressed the attack of forty people.

"There's still half a minute!" Wang Zheng saw that his "experience points" had reached 99.9%, and he could easily move up to the next level as long as he killed for a short while, but the hint that the task time was about to end forced him to give up the great opportunity in front of him. The motherly punishment of failing the mission is not something he can bear.

"The wind is howling!" he jumped down from the girder, and just landed in the middle of the army, and the enemy soldiers besieging Zhao Feiliu and the others felt a great increase in pressure. When Zhao Feiliu heard such a shout, he naturally knew what to do, and shouted the order to change the formation, turning the original half-arc military posture into an arrow-shaped military posture, and he took the lead and led everyone to rush to the door of the main hall.

"Bastards! Stop them! Why are they all so wasteful now!" Nalan Yewang saw that the prey he had in his hand was about to run, where could he still sit still, and immediately vomited, got up from his seat, and reached the end of the fleeing team in a few arrow steps, and his amazing cultivation was undoubtedly revealed at this time.

The person after the break is none other than Wang Zheng, who is urging this small team of less than ten people to run quickly. At this time, they had rushed to a place less than a meter away from the open door, and the time, there were 22 seconds left.

"Everyone, work hard! I'll block this guy!" Wang Zheng saw a master of the Tao chasing after him, and immediately turned around like "sacrificing his life for righteousness", facing Nalan Yewang alone. He heard Zhao Feiliu's crying sentence from behind him, probably because he would never be ungrateful or something, and he laughed first.

"Can this so-called young king still remember the kindness of others? Young king, young king, a king who doesn't grow up. He whispered to himself, ignoring Nalan Yewang's palm full of wind and thunder power on his chest, the demented face shield that he had been saving for so long was not an ornament, and the palm of King Su Qing hit his heart, he didn't feel it, and his body didn't move at all.

"You!" Nalan Ye couldn't help but take a half step back in surprise when he saw that his attack didn't have any effect: "What kind of magic is this?"

Wang Zheng ignored him, and at this time he prayed with all his heart that the young king would be able to take the small team out of the camp of the northerners for his own life. "20 seconds should be enough, no! After solving this guy, I can still rush over to help them, at most ten seconds can get out of the camp, out of here, the mission is over! In the future, I just need to be careful myself!" Wang Zheng calculated the time, praying with all his heart not to let the mission fail, not to let himself be a mother, and he didn't see Nalan Yewang slapped his chest again.

This time, the demented face shield seemed to be a little untenable, and with the small click, Wang Zheng felt a huge force transmitting it, allowing him to take three or four steps back, but finally did not let the power of wind and thunder be transmitted to his body, and it was not damaged at all. He blatantly turned his head and glanced at the door behind him, Zhao Feiliu's shadow had long since disappeared, and there was also a panic outside the door, shouting the voice of chasing people Thinking that the two nobles had fled, the time when they jumped and turned red in the field of vision, 18 seconds!

"It's too late!" Wang Zheng has never felt so good, although the shield on his body is shattering, but the feeling of winning is simply wonderful, he is looking at this so-called northerner leader for the first time, he has no principles at all, of course he will not have any hatred for this guy, but he just feels that the person in front of him is very stupid, very incompetent, very small, and completely a waste wood enemy soldier B who sets off his tall image. Facing Nalan Yewang, who raised his hands for the third time and opened his posture to prepare for a thunderous blow, Wang Zheng smiled, revealing an elegant, beautiful and hideous smile like Long Aotian.

The wind gathered in the hand, it was not the power of wind and thunder, not the power of fierce ghosts, not the power of poisonous water, but the power of Long Aotian's favorite use, the power of gold and iron, that is, the metallic Gangfeng, this kind of Gangfeng was dignified, brilliant and solemn, and of course extremely heavy, as if countless flashes of brass, gathered in the palm of the hand, wisps of brass-colored Liulan swirled and condensed, turning into a huge fist in Wang Zheng's hand, and with his high-spirited roar like a cow, the war hammer slammed into Nalan Yewang's chest.

"Fantasy Fist Against the Sky!"

Bang!

Like metal hitting a stubborn stone, a dull dull sound resounded through the hall, Nalan Yewang was knocked upside down by this punch and flew out, and was caught by two loyal adjutants ten steps away, finally retaining the prestige of the prince. It's a pity that the "Long Aotian", who wants to use pure fantasy to win against the sky, was once again defeated by reality.

"There are 14 seconds left. Wang Zheng couldn't care about being discouraged at this time, he didn't think about killing or injuring the Hedao master with his pitiful strength in the realm of entering the body. There must also be a limit to the challenge of leapfrogging, and Wang Zheng himself thinks that the guy who can win the battle against the sky is already a fantasy-level anti-heaven combat force.

He was a little dissatisfied to see the enemy chief being held up by his men, and thought that he would have an extra second or two if he fell to the head, but at this time he was not hesitating to get up and fly away at full speed with the "Spider-Man suit" on his body.

As soon as he flew onto the beam, there was a flash of golden light in front of him. Mission accomplished.

"Rewards will be issued after twenty-four hours. A line of golden characters floated in front of him, Wang Zheng roared excitedly, and there was a burst of black butterflies dancing in his hands, and many butterfly darts were scattered like flowers by the goddess, and the big golden characters were horizontal in front of him, isolating the most deadly danger from sight.

Wang Zheng still has a group mentally handicapped halo on it, and the side effects of the halo have always affected Du Chuanchang and Nalan Yewang. They are all enemy generals in Wang Zheng's eyes, not only have they not been lowered their IQs, but they have become more intelligent and calm, Nalan Yewang just looked so angry that he lost his mind, in fact, he was pretending, the leaders of the Eight Banners of Jianzhou Nu'er, which one is not a powerful actor?

He pretended to be furious and left Wang Zheng behind, the biggest purpose was to separate Wang Zheng from Zhao Yuheng and Zhao Feiliu, because they could easily pass Zhao Yuheng and Zhao Feiliu without Wang Zheng's help, and naturally there was a second time. Before Nalan Yewang stood up angrily, he had already given an order to Du Chuanchang, ordering the Poison Dragon Sect to recapture the two outside the camp at all costs.

Compared with Du Chuanchang, Nalan Yewang, who was once in charge of the entire yellow flag, knows better how to thwart a person's spirit of resistance, he deliberately left Zhao Yuheng and Zhao Feiliu hope to escape, and then at the moment when they were closest to hope, they fell into complete despair, like a cat playing with a mouse, this kind of blow may be once, maybe a limited number of times, Zhao Yuheng and Zhao Feiliu will not have any thoughts of resisting.

This is domestication.

And Du Chuanchang is also very smart at this time, a little smarter than usual. His cleverness is not manifested in the head, but in the eyes.

Du Chuanchang didn't know why he only raised his eyes and looked at the shield around the red and black figure, and he knew the weakness of that kind of thing. That shield is not afraid of the wind, not afraid of ghouls and monkeys, and not afraid of the pressure of the army, but it is only afraid of cold arrows, especially special arrows with the attribute of extinguishing qi/breaking yuan. Du Chuanchang didn't know how he thought of this, he only knew that he had thought of this, and he was very willing to try it.

He picked up a qi-extinguishing bow and arrow that he didn't know who had fallen to the ground, took a steady horse step, held the bow in his left hand and opened the bow with his right hand, holding his breath and concentrating slightly, he stretched a military eight-force bow into a full moon, and raised his left hand slightly, and put on a posture like an eagle hero, and pointed the arrow of the qi-extinguishing arrow straight at Wang Zheng on the beam of the house.

Du Chuanchang didn't know why he had to pose like this Zhebei, he just wanted to verify the inspiration in his heart at this time. "Those shields must be made of Gangfeng, right?" he thought, letting go of his right hand.

The bowstring sounded.

......

The team of nine people had easily rushed through the camouflage tent at the Demon Gate.

They fled along the wide sandy road, in the direction where Yinchen had gone, and behind them, they seriously followed a group of disciples of the Poisonous Dragon Sect, those junior disciples gave up the concealment of the Poisonous Dragon Sect and the advantage of fast movement, formed several small military forces, shouting and shouting to chase behind, really with their own shortcomings, chasing the enemy's strengths.

"Hurry up, hurry up, Wang Yunfang, hurry up! The people behind you can't catch up, let's run a little longer to get rid of them-" Zhao Yuheng glanced back at the disciples of the Poisonous Dragon Sect who were getting farther and farther away, stretched out his hand to grab Wang Yunfang, who was already out of breath, and shouted in an eager tone. At this point, they were only a short distance away from successfully escaping.

However, none of them noticed that a ghostly shadow flew through the shadows not far from them.

The figure overtook them almost instantly, appearing underneath a large rock less than fifteen meters away from them. The delicate body curled up tightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce, in a pair of turquoise eyes, there was no humanity, only death and silence, a pair of fists like cat's claws were worn on a pair of slender and pale hands, the small and tender fists were suddenly clenched, and when Zhao Feiliu led people to appear within five meters of the distance-

The five-fold poisonous water gang wind that entered the body suddenly lit up and quickly extinguished like a flash, and the cat's claw-like fist blade stood straight and straight to Zhao Yuheng's heart without mercy.

"Only by killing can you despair!" Du Wuxin's whisper dissipated in the storm. Her goal is extremely clear, that is, the person with the highest status in this group, but also the most insignificant.

Zhao Feiliu is the prince, he can't be killed, he must be captured alive from the secret realm and escorted to the north, so as to bring the greatest insult to the Nanduo court, and Zhao Yuheng is just a son, and his value is not much different from those minions of the Shenhai faction, but he is just a minion belonging to the royal family. And in this small escape team, Zhao Yuheng became one of the two leaders of the team because of his status as a nobleman, and if he killed him, not only the women around him would completely lose their fighting spirit, but even the men around Zhao Feiliu would lose their morale because of the death of the "main general".

Du Wuxin's dark green body burst out of the black shadows, like a young cheetah. The small flesh on her chest shook violently under the tight long skirt, and her flexible little buttocks and slender legs outlined graceful curves in the air. Her long hair spread out in the storm, like a violet match, and her figure was as beautiful as a dance, like a fairy falling into the dust under the reflection of the three-color wind.

However, the fist assassination is full of murderous intent, that is the mystery of the "killing way" level, the wind turns into a poisonous mist, and the magic becomes a verdict, he is like a soul envoy from the underworld, coming from hell to harvest the souls of the living.

The sharp edge of the violent poisonous fist was already aimed at Zhao Yuheng's heart. At this time, Zhao Yuheng was like a frog targeted by a poisonous snake, completely unable to move. It is not only the mysterious crushing of Liulan by the Killing Dao, not only the crushing of the five layers of the body for the double of the body, but also a kind of spiritual shock and hint. Zhao Yuheng was completely stunned, he had just experienced the beauty of beauty, and he was once again refreshed with three views, allowing him to see the beauty of another kind of girl.

He never imagined that the killing action of a weak girl who used her magic skills and flew over to give the enemy a shocking blow could be so beautiful and charming. He was completely attracted by Du Wuxinling's cold face, bumpy figure, petite and tender figure and the powerful and incomparably powerful Gangfeng, obviously his body had already sensed the approach of the life and death crisis, and he had already made dodging moves, but his reason and his will still forced him to stand still and enjoy the beauty of this moment at the cost of his life. "What a cute little sister!" Zhao Yuheng muttered inarticulately, without the slightest intention of defending and dodging, and even straightened his chest, willingly dying under such a beautiful, elegant, and fragrant blow.

"It's okay to die at the end of the day, the glamorous sisters in the world are my Zhao Yuheng's way!"