Seeing Zhang Mochen's eyebrows raised, a look of great interest, Gan Long secretly stole fun, however, just wanted to blow a few more words about the hot iron, only to hear a voice reach his ears, which was very sadistic.

"Forget it, let's choose the country of Manyue, the main thing is that I don't like to be in the company of animals. ”

"You..."

The corners of Gan Long's eyes trembled, and only now did he realize that he had been tricked, and resentment was forced out from between his teeth, but it soon turned into a sneer, "Hehe, I don't know how to lift, since this is the case, then you go underground to be the general of the Manyue Kingdom." ”

Gan Long tilted his head slightly, and handed Xie Zong a look, the latter understood, and after a whistle, more than a hundred soldiers with blades in their hands jumped out of the woods and surrounded Zhang Mochen's five people.

Against the dazzling sunlight reflected by the swords, guns and halberds, Zhang Mochen stepped out, the calm and calm expression on his face was a little inconsistent with the current situation, and even Wu Feng was still tied on his back, looking leisurely and complacent.

His gaze slowly swept around, and finally landed on Gan Long, who had a sneering face, Zhang Mochen lowered his head slightly, and said with a helpless smile: "Do you really plan to bully more and less?"

With an undeniable smile, Gan Long also took a step forward and said, "The young man is still the general of my Flowing Fire Country now. ”

His eyes became extremely cold as his head lifted, and those who were familiar with Zhang Mochen knew what it meant, it was a symbol that the killing was about to begin.

"I'd rather never be a soldier for the rest of my life than lead 200,000 white-eyed wolves far away!"

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door in hell for you to enter, since this is the case, then go and die. ”

Gan Long put away the last trace of sneer, the whole person looked even colder and more poisonous than a poisonous snake, only to see his sleeve robe flicked, the hundred or so warriors immediately clenched their blades and surrounded and killed.

These warriors are all elites that Gan Long has secretly cultivated over the years, in order to one day annihilate the Manyue Kingdom in one fell swoop, Gan Long knows that the black-clothed young man in front of him is not a good stubble, but the corners of his mouth still have a smug sneer, even if the latter is a fierce beast, the fatigue of the wheel battle can exhaust him to death, as for Gan Qi and the others, there is no need to worry about it at all.

Gan Long's strategy didn't have any loopholes, but unfortunately, he chose the wrong target. Zhang Mochen looked at the crowd rushing around him, the corners of his mouth raised a cold arc, and then he also blew a sharp whistle.

"Roar ......!"

The earth-shattering shout suddenly sounded, completely occupying the sky within a radius of several kilometers, the sound was as majestic as a lion's roar, and as vigorous as a tiger's roar, and the crowd that was still fierce just now suddenly froze in place, and after looking behind them, their legs couldn't help but tremble.

The smug sneer on Gan Long's face lasted less than a few seconds from beginning to end, originally thinking that Zhang Mochen and the five were already turtles in the urn, but when he saw the wild man rushing like a hungry wolf in the mountains and fields, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Young master, it's an ogre!" With a shocked face, Xie Zong grabbed the copper stick with both hands and shouted.

Clenching his teeth together, Gan Long withdrew his gaze and looked to the side, just in time to meet Zhang Mochen's sadistic gaze, and it was only now that he realized that all this was the plan of the young man in black.

It's ridiculous that I thought I was going to win, but it turned out to be just a poor insider. Gan Long snorted coldly, leaving a vicious gaze at Zhang Mochen, and with a wave of his robe, he was about to turn around and retreat.

There are many taboos in this world, such as the tiger's butt can't be touched, the lion's beard can't be touched, and then there's Zhang Mochen's footsteps that can't be stopped.

The right hand poked into the back of his head, and no blade roared out, Zhang Mochen put away the play, his eyes completely turned into a 10,000-year-old glacier, and countless dirt flew on the soles of his feet, and his body burst out.

"Do you want to go?"

The sudden appearance of the ogre made the legs of the hundred or so warriors suddenly weak, and when they saw that their leader had given the order to retreat, the last trace of defense in their minds also collapsed, and they were unable to form an army at the moment, and fled in all directions without discipline.

Of course, not everyone was frightened, and there were more than a dozen figures who tightly protected Gan Long and fled towards the exit of the mountain range, including Xie Zong.

There was a deafening sound of breaking wind behind him, and Xie Zong looked sideways slightly, only to see a black shadow approaching.

"Young master, you go first, I'll break it later!"

"Don't fight, go!"

Zhou Yang's death really made Xie Zong angry, and he was afraid that he would end up depressed if he didn't avenge this revenge.

The miserable wails continued to spread, and seeing that the elite warriors he had worked so hard to cultivate were pierced through his chest one by one by long hair, Gan Long raised his head and roared, his eyes blood-red. He hated, he resented, ten years of dormancy was just to verify the moment when the majestic mountain of Manyue Kingdom collapsed, and as a result, a damn stunned young man who came out of nowhere wasted all his efforts, like a flower moon in the water, a gust of wind passed, and it was gone.

The sword was unsheathed, and Gan Long roared again to turn back and kill, but was tightly held by the people around him.

"Young master, now is not the time to fight hard, our army is about to arrive at the Storm Fortress, and we must not be carried away by anger. ”

With the clucking of his teeth, Gan Long finally suppressed his anger, and after glancing at Xie Zong, who was about to collide with Zhang Mochen, he turned his head and fled.

The copper rod whistled, pulling up a whirlwind, and the moment he turned around, Xie Zong didn't plan to leave alive, but, before he died, he must kill the enemy and avenge his brother.

His feet flew as if he was close to the ground, Zhang Mochen's eyes had no emotion except for indifference, looking at the copper rod that pulled up the gust of wind and slashed head-on, his legs were bent, and he rose into the air in the next second, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, holding Wufeng high behind his head, and after a strong drink, he slashed straight down with the momentum of Mount Tai.

In Xie Zong's impression, Zhang Mochen's characteristic was speed, but he didn't expect the latter's offensive to be so fierce, and he slid with his feet on the ground at the moment, turned from attack to defense, and blocked the copper stick above his head.

"Boom!"

The piercing sound of metal crashing completely exploded, making the chaotic space suddenly quiet, and Gan Long, who had fled far away, also stopped, and looked back with palpitations, but his eyes were no longer blood-red, and horror had completely replaced anger.

The impact, because of the strong sink, sparks flew everywhere, Xie Zong's face finally climbed a trace of fear, because the black sword above his head split the copper rod, and the eyes of the wrinkled sword wind could not be opened.

Cutting the copper stick in half, Wu Feng continued to slash down, the momentum was unstoppable, however, just as it was about to fall on Xie Zong's Heavenly Spirit Cover, Zhang Mochen's wrist flipped and slapped the former's back with the blade of his sword.

The huge force knocked Xie Zong to the ground, his chest was stuffy, and a stream of heat spurted out.

Xie Zong just wanted to struggle to get up, but a pair of toes suddenly appeared in front of him, and then there was a coldness on his neck.

"Skills are not as good as people, do it!"

Looking sideways slightly, looking at the black sword on his neck, Xie Zong did not beg for mercy, he slowly closed his eyes, and he looked like he was going to die generously, although he failed to kill the enemy, at least under Jiuquan, he could still call a brother with a clear conscience when he saw Zhou Yang again.

At the time of life and death, a good man is not something that can pretend to be a fat man with a swollen face, Zhang Mochen's intuition tells him that the temperament of the person under the sword is not bad, but he just chose the wrong team.

For people who value love and righteousness, Zhang Mochen has always treated them politely, a trace of respect flashed in his eyes, and Wu Feng slowly left his neck. However, at this moment, Zhang Mochen suddenly felt a wind in the back of his head, and looked back sharply to see a flying arrow galloping towards him, which made him even more stunned, the target of the dark arrow was not himself, but Xie Zong.

At the last moment, Zhang Mochen pushed Xie Zong away with a palm, and the dark arrow swished through, although it failed to hit Xie Zong, it left a bloody mark on Zhang Mochen's arm.

Looking in the direction of the dark arrow, Zhang Mochen's eyes were extremely cold, in the jungle in the distance, Gan Long's back was disappearing rapidly, and there was an extra rhino horn bow on his back at some point.

Killing people and killing people, this was Zhang Mochen's first reaction, he left Xie Zong's mouth alive, hoping to get more information from his mouth.

Gan Long's arrow can be said to be clever but mistaken by cleverness, which made Zhang Mochen more and more sure of his decision.

Xie Zong looked blankly in the direction of the jungle, his expression was a little wooden, the young master he was desperately protecting wanted to kill himself, he was thrown up, and the frustration of being betrayed bit his heart like ten thousand ants.

Looking at the depressed Xie Zong, a trace of imperceptible pride flashed in Zhang Mochen's eyes, the former is a hard bone, iron bones, would rather die than give in, it is not easy to extract information from his mouth. But now it's different, the fortress is most afraid of being attacked from the inside, Gan Long's arrow, which did not kill anyone, but punished the heart.

At this time, the more than 100 elite warriors under Gan Long had already been killed by the cannibals, and the four of Gan Qi were also covered in blood, of course, they were all enemies.

The blood on the hammer's head had not yet coagulated, and it slipped down drop by drop, Xun Kemu set fire, and was about to smash it at Xie Zong when he raised the hammer, but Zhang Mochen's voice stopped the stone hammer in mid-air.

"Uncle Xun, don't be impulsive!"

Zhang Mochen let out a quick snort, then slowly walked in front of Xie Zong and squatted down.

"General Xie, what kind of person is Ganlong, I don't need to say more, you should understand yourself, do you think it's worth losing your life for this scum?"

Glancing at Zhang Mochen, Xie Zong still didn't say a word, although his heart was dripping blood, but his unbending fierceness made him choose to face death.

Xie Zong's unyielding made the respect in Zhang Mochen's heart a little stronger.

"Good birds choose trees to rest, if the general abandons the darkness and turns to the light, I believe that the Manyue Kingdom will treat it with courtesy!"

Finally understanding Zhang Mochen's intentions, Gan Qi then said: "Xie Zong, as the princess of Manyue Kingdom, I promise you that if you turn back now, you will not be blamed for the past, and you will still be the general of my Manyue Kingdom." ”