The three dukes, who were still arrogant just now, saw three monks flying out of the city, and they were suddenly shocked.

Flying swords!

This is a fairy baby, and it is clearly recorded in the secret book found in the mountain.

Since the three of them got the cheat, they have studied hard, but they haven't come up with such a fairy treasure.

Now.

At a glance, I saw that the other three were all driving flying swords, and I was surprised not to want it.

Beat?

Spank the ass!

I can't beat it at all!

"Escort, escort!"

"Shoot, shoot them!"

"Chong, give me a rush, rush rush ......"

In the midst of this panic.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Three heavenly thunderbolts fell from the sky and hit Sangong.

That is, these three apprentices of the national teacher are afraid of being affected by luck, after all, these three dukes are the leaders of the rebel army, maybe they can really overthrow the court and become the emperor, and they are lucky.

Therefore, these three heavenly thunders, although they were huge, were generally powerful, and they hit the three princes, but they were only seriously injured, and they were not killed in seconds.

But it's enough.

As soon as the three dukes were defeated, the morale of the imperial army, which had plummeted, soared, roared, and rushed out of Pingyang City.

It's all elite.

The cavalry is charging!

The infantry is also charging!

The army, the mountains roared and the tsunami, and slaughtered the Yellow Turban Army.

It's messed up.

The Yellow Turban Army doesn't look at the momentum, but it is all a rabble, some of them were beaten by Joladan and surrendered, and some were unwilling to be the uprising of the ordinary people, if they want to be equipped or not, they have no chance of discipline, how can they be the opponents of the imperial army.

There were no fierce battles.

As soon as they made contact, the Yellow Turbans were defeated.

In this rout, the defeat of the army was like a mountain, and it was all over the mountains, and it was all a rout and a pawn.

The army of the imperial court can not care about any luck or not, and if they catch the thief, they will directly cut off their heads, and for a while, outside Pingyang City, blood flowed like a river.

Three Princes?

Not to mention, these three people still have the means to win people's hearts, even if they are seriously injured, even if the Yellow Turban Army is defeated, there are still loyal people who desperately defend them, and they actually fought their way out of the encirclement of the imperial army and fled.

This escape, he fled back to Jingyang City.

Jingyang City?

Not.

This Jingyang City is the largest city in Pingyang County, which is many times larger than that Shangyang City, and after Qiao Ladan defeated this city, the Yellow Turban Army used this city as a base camp.

Thereupon.

The remnants of the army were defeated, escorted the three dukes, and returned straight to Jingyang City.

But it's not over yet.

The imperial army will not let go of traitors so easily, these individuals are all merits!

Kill!

Almost the next moment when the third duke had just entered Jingyang City, the imperial army came to the city.

"It's over, it's over, it's a failure, it's a failure!"

"I still underestimated this dog emperor, but I didn't expect that he would raise immortals. ”

"I have long heard that the Protector Mage has a profound mana, and those three must be their apprentices. ”

"Alas, the imperial army has already arrived in the city, what can I do about it, what can I do about it?"

I'm sorrowful.

Joradan came in through the door.

"God, what happened? Why did you lose it?"

Not sarcasm.

It's not a sarcasm!

But.

Listening to the ears of the three princes, the face was hot.

Shame on you!

The big bull is invincible, and then look at the three of them, as soon as they make a move, it will be a fiasco, and there is no harm if there is no comparison.

Depressed to depressed.

Now that the imperial army is coming to the city, the third prince can't care so much, and when he saw Qiao Ladan coming in, he rushed over as if he had picked up a life-saving straw.

"The imperial court has invited three immortals, the mana is profound, I can't wait, alas!"

"Brother Da Niu, it's all up to you!"

"Whether the Yellow Turban Army is a success or a failure, it's a battle here, Brother Da Niu, please!"

Then fight!

No nonsense either.

Joradan took the gavel and went out of the city gate.

"I am Zhang Daniu, a Yellow Turban Lux, who dares to fight with me?"

A roar, like a muffled thunder, was deafening.

Many soldiers of the imperial army, looking at their noses, noses, noses, and mouths, all pretended not to hear.

War?

Silly fork just went to fight.

Look at the big gavel, then it's not called a gavel, okay!

So, they all stood there motionless.

"You're the Yellow Turban Warrior?"

"It's not good to cultivate in the mountains, but you want to bring disaster to the world, and you can't be left behind!"

"Die!"

The three apprentices of the national teacher came out.

Boy.

A thunderbolt, a fierce fire, and a flying sword all slammed towards Joradan.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The three archmages were stunned.

"Damn, why isn't there anything wrong with it?"

"Impossible!"

"Could it be that you just cast a fake spell?"

Don't be confused.

A thunderbolt that can blow up boulders!

A fierce fire that can melt gold and iron!

A flying sword that can pierce iron armor!

What can you do with the person in front of you?

What's going on?

But just when the three archmages looked confused, Joladan launched a counterattack.

Magic?

Not really.

Still, it doesn't matter, Joladan has his own way.

Bend down and scoop up a fist-sized stone from the ground.

Stone?

The three archmages were even more confused.

What kind of play is this?

Haven't you heard of the two armies fighting and picking up stones?

What are you going to do?

Right in the next moment.

Boom!

A cannon rang out!

It's a real cannon shot.

With Joraldan's brute force, he slammed his arm with all his might, and the stone, like a cannonball, blasted through the air and blasted towards the archmage who took the lead.

Fast!

Permit!

Vicious!

The poor archmage, like a bird struck by a urchin with a stone, screamed, and fell from the air under his head and feet, splashing the dust of the old high.

The remaining two were suddenly shocked.

"Damn, this demon is too fierce!"

"Run, run!"

Run?

It's late!

The two of them had just turned around with their flying swords, and before they could accelerate, behind them, Joladan picked up two more large stones.

Bang bang twice.

These two people were also beaten down.

"Yellow Turban Wrestlers are mighty!"

"Yellow Turban Lux is invincible!"

"Invincible!"

"Victory, victory!"

The Yellow Turban Army, morale boosted.

On the other hand, the imperial army was blind.

"What to do?"

"The three archmages were all killed by this guy, let's go up and look for death!"

"Why don't we run away?"

"Fleeing, surrendering without firing an arrow, this is a capital crime!"

"What then?"

"Why don't we give it a try? After all, he's just one person?"

"Then try it?"

Thereupon.

The overwhelming array of feathered arrows shot towards Joradan.

Useless!

The flying sword technique can't hurt, let alone this mere feather arrow.

What's more, someone is holding a big gavel.

The big mallet went forward, more than a shield, and all the feathered arrows were blocked, and none of them could hit Joradan.