In the battlefield, the soldiers rushed and bled on the mounds.

There are still people like Ji Liangjun who don't take away the big festival, the three armies can win the commandery, but the horseman can't win the ambition,

In the distance, Deng Haoran looked into the distance, and his gaze seemed to fall on the window on the high wall in the distance, where a bird was singing happily.

"Perhaps, she is also looking forward to my victory now!"

He thought to himself silently, and with his left hand grasped a necklace with pink plum blossoms embedded in his neck, and his eyes flashed with a gentle brilliance.

But just as he was immersed in the meeting, several long knives flashing with cold light suddenly flashed above his head, sealing him in all directions, trying to kill him.

Deng Haoran seemed to have sensed it for a long time, his body rolled on the spot, the long stick in his hand was raised, and it spun in the air at great speed, flicking all the long knives that were covering him one by one.

Then the body was like a long dragon absorbing water, rushed out of a gap where no one was around, and hit a few sticks on the ground, and the long stick in his hand continued to swing the long knife that flew over in private as it flipped over.

I only heard the crisp sound of metal colliding with "ooh" "ooh", which sounded in his ears very quickly, and all the attacks were easily knocked away by him.

It's just that the long knife in front of him seems to be endless, this wave has just been blocked, and the next wave has rushed over, wave after wave, wave after wave.

Every impact can bring some wear and tear to Deng Haoran to a greater or lesser extent, and after a while, his body is already scarred.

However, he could not pour.

That beautiful and gentle shadow has been rippling in his eyes, if he gives up so easily, what face will he see her in the future.

This is also the reason why Deng Haoran has been able to persist until now, he fought hard to kill the enemy, just for her.

When she became famous, she went to marry her country.

It's just that he is so tired now, so tired that her figure in his eyes begins to blur.

Sometimes he thinks of giving up, but after giving up, can he still be with her!

He didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't think about it.

She is the princess of a famous family, and he is the eldest son of a declining family.

There is an unattainable gap between her and him.

Not only the family background, but also the family forces, and even the power behind them, are very different, like the bright moon and fluorescence, the sun and the candle flame.

In the past, it was impossible for the two of them to be together, but this time, with the opportunity of the refining conference, he saw that glimmer of light.

If he can persevere, if he can break through the three views, if he ......

There are so many ifs waiting for him, and he is tired now.

The local iron men can't kill endlessly, they die and come again, kill the minions, and the generals, kill the generals, and the soldiers.

Everything is stuck in a dead loop, a dead knot, a passage to hell.

He had even predicted his future, walking step by step into the endless abyss, and there was no turning back.

At that time, she will leave him and become someone else's wife, and he will not only not be able to get the woman he loves, but also cannot save his declining family.

Everything is slipping into despair.

He remembered very clearly what she said to him when she was leaving:

"Haoran, I know that you have endured so much for me, I know your pain, but I also have my difficulties, I just hope you can understand me, if you ...... in the future Forget it, let's talk about the future in the future, I just want you to live well now, don't have an accident!"

The sad and helpless and desolate expression between the words had been deeply engraved in his mind, and his heart was broken.

Now, then, these sufferings, the pains that these iron men bring to themselves, are nothing compared to the heart-wrenching sorrows.

Yes, what is the difference between these exhaustion, these weakness, and being bitten by a mosquito.

"Hahaha......"

Deng Haoran suddenly sneered, his eyes were full of cold light, and his whole body exuded a faint and incomprehensible aura, like waves and waves, like green mountains and mist, vast and difficult to find.

He no longer resisted passively and dodged in a hurry as he had just now, but stood up, his hands firmly grasping the long stick, and his body stood in the crowd like an optimus pillar.

Suddenly, he took a deep breath full of murderous breath, then opened his mouth and roared violently.

But seeing this breath casually come out, it gathered in all directions, and then suddenly condensed, and suddenly dispersed, bursting out of an invisible wave, shaking out the surrounding iron soldiers.

His arms turned into ape arms, his muscles bulging high, and his blood vessels were rooted, crawling all over his body like dragons.

The long stick was held with his palms, swinging out a thousand waves, ten thousand heavy sands, rolling waves, and drowning everything.

But when he breathed, the long knives that were originally standing beside him were blown out, and then there were godless heads flying out.

The long stick stretched, like a line, from both sides of the stick, picked out a wall, and then swept it, sweeping out a piece of the world, taking away countless messy flying stones.

Deng Haoran also erupted, he erupted so violently, like a riveting volcano, spewing out overwhelming magma, easily burying the iron army around him.

With the outbreak of Ji Liangjun and Deng Haoran, the originally precarious disciple army actually became sluggish, and fought a bloody way with the Iron Man Army, and successfully formed a line, facing the place head-on, so as not to be surrounded and trapped.

This scene not only made the Iron Man Legion a little passive, but also made everyone present a little sluggish.

They didn't know what was going on, they just felt that the heroes in the field seemed to be a different person, and they actually regained the power that they couldn't look back on, and they only felt a little trance.

"They...... What's going on? One by one, did they all take aphrodisiacs?"

One of them pointed blankly to the bottom.

"Hehe, your aphrodisiac can be so fierce, if it was really so fierce, it would have been made a long time ago, this is definitely not an aphrodisiac, but some other power!"

The other scoffed, but he didn't know why.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but no one knows what is going on, so they can only scratch their heads and continue to watch this sudden great change.

But just as they frowned and pondered, a great change occurred in the place where the base camp was located in the distance.

The long dragon that was being carried by Xiang Mo in circles and circles suddenly collapsed and became a pot of porridge.

Xiang Mo, who was still gliding in a fixed trajectory, seemed to have turned into a headless fly, flying everywhere, and from time to time close to the ground, provoking the enemy forces below.

He is like a sticky fly that runs when it hits, flies when it chases, falls after a long time, and hits again when it falls, constantly harassing this dense group of soldiers.

Although there were several powerful fierce generals who flew out and fought with him in the air, Xiang Mo's grasp of the shape was almost at the pinnacle in seconds.

Either use the force to fight, or take advantage of the momentum to fly away, and you can always turn the opponent's offensive into an invisible situation.

This style of play is undoubtedly very annoying, but it is very effective.

Because the base camp is the enemy's vital point, it must be defended, and once there are more people, it is easy to mess up, and if there is chaos, it will not be able to defend better, and it will be natural for there to be a gap.

Xiang Mo naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, he spotted a chaotic squad, the person was like a wind, cut directly into it, and squeezed into the crowd against the space where the iron people turned.

And when these iron men found him, the long knives fell, but they all fell on their own people.

For a while, many iron men were cut off their shoulders, chopped off their arms, smashed long knives, and even entangled with each other and fell to the side, and even bumped into a group of soldiers.

In the face of such chaos, the enemy generals were helpless, so they could only watch Xiang Mo burrow around in the crowd like a swimming fish, crushing team after team of soldiers.

At this moment, a giant more than two feet tall walked out of the base camp, its appearance was no different from the iron men around it, but it was huge, and its body was pitch black and shiny, emitting a cold light.

At the same time, as it appeared, the rest of the soldiers also seemed to have received orders, and they left Xiang Mo one after another, running to both sides, emptying the area around him.

Xiang Mo knew that this was a local fierce general who wanted to fight him alone.

It's a one-on-one challenge, and how can you refuse it.

The long sword shook, accompanied by a long roar, like a dragon's groan, and pointed at the giant.

Seeing this, the giant's face actually changed, and the corners of his long narrow mouth were curved, as if he was laughing at his inadequacy, and at the same time, his arms were stretched out, and his fingers hooked in front of him, and the provocation could not be stronger.

At the same time, the surrounding iron man long knife in his hand, the lower end of the ground, like a battlefield drum, smashed on the ground to make a roaring sound, tens of thousands of iron men landed at the same time, like ten thousand heavy sticks sinking to the earth at the same time, making a huge sound that shook the earth.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The sound of impact continued, as if it was making a war song and agitation, and there were bursts of pride.

The battlefield roared like thunder, making the two of them feel proud in their hearts, full of murderous aura, and their whole bodies were full of strength, as if they were going to erupt anytime and anywhere.

Xiang Mo also aroused the battle intent to kill, and the flames in his eyes seemed to penetrate the clouds in the sky and burn a hole in the blue sky.

Without further ado, his body was as light as a young swallow, and with the surroundings, the jade hand stretched out the long sword, the wrist rotated slightly, and the flying sword also flashed as quickly as lightning, and the sword light flashed, instantly appearing in front of the giant.

The giant didn't care, but just stretched out two fingers of his right hand and blocked the front of the long sword, but the long sword flew suddenly, and the gap passed directly through his palm and came to the neck.

Such a wonderful and wonderful change at will, and only Xiang Mo can do it.

The giant looked startled, but not panicked, and threw his head back behind him.

Despite its size, it was quite agile, and it avoided the moment the sword hit its neck, while grabbing Xiang Mo with its left hand.

Its palm was extremely wide, the size of two heads, like a palm fan, covering Xiang Mo.