"Kill, kill, advance, no retreat!"

Ding Zhi, who completely killed his red eyes, no longer cares whether Li Xiaobai cheated himself, at this juncture, there is only a bloody battle to the end, and the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The silver-armored woman of the Dangkou Army, who was caught in a bitter battle, was entangled by the storming city cavalry of the Feng Xuan Kingdom, although she wanted to kill the enemy's commander's position, but it took a lot of effort to take every step forward, even so, she still walked slower and slower, and when she was still more than fifty zhang away from Daxu, she could no longer advance an inch, and even it began to become difficult to even keep not retreating.

Feng Xuanguo represented the front of Daxu in the position of the boss, and the Prince of Ebula looked at the scuffle a hundred steps away in front of him, and laughed and said: "The southerners who are not self-sufficient, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot be the opponents of the Chongcheng cavalry, why don't you quickly abandon your weapons and surrender, and make a warm tent for this prince, wouldn't it be happy!"

In the Rong population of Fengxuan Kingdom, the people of the Dawu Dynasty are often referred to as southerners, which is not without contempt.

"Your Highness, a fierce general can be killed but not humiliated, how can he be reduced to a small servant. ”

Elun (Captain of Ten Thousand Soldiers) Tamuri immediately frowned, the warriors of the Rong people revered the strong the most, and always insisted on the glory of the warriors, but the words of His Royal Highness the prince made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Hmph! A woman dares to be so rampant, and if she can be captured later, she will be sent to His Highness's tent. ”

A voice came from behind the two men.

"Grand Duke Pacoru!"

Tamuri turned his head and immediately turned over and dismounted to salute.

The person who spoke was none other than the brother of the King of the Great Cause of the Fengxuan Kingdom, the Grand Duke of the Silver Sword, Pa Kelu, and also the commander who led the 30,000 elite cavalry and 1,000 Chongcheng cavalry to test the Great Wu Dynasty.

"Hahaha, it's Uncle Pakoru who knows his nephew's mind best. ”

After hearing the other party's words, the Prince of Ebula smiled as if the brave and invincible silver-armored female general of the Great Martial Dynasty had been washed and stripped and placed on his bed.

"Women, just like playthings, if you like it, you drag it to the tent, if you don't like it, throw it away, there's nothing to think about, Tamuri, a warrior like you, don't always put on a dead face, smile more, there will be many women willing to give them a hug. ”

The Grand Duke of the Silver Sword, Pacoru, played unbridled jokes with this loyal, reliable, and talented subordinate until the other man bowed his head with a flushed face.

This Tamuri is always like this, even though he is a first-class warrior, but every time he talks about women, he blushes.

"The warriors of the Rong people can't show their cowardice in front of women, Tamuri, you haven't tasted women yet. ”

Although he is still underage, with the convenience of his identity, the Prince of Ebulles is already an old driver who has tasted meat, and he even ridicules this general who is a few years older than him but a little stubborn.

“......”

Helplessly, Lord Erlun (Captain Wanfu) had no choice but to turn his attention to the battlefield not far ahead, and it would not be long before his own Chongcheng cavalry and the silver-armored female general of the Dawu Dynasty would be separated, and the battlefield general would no longer be able to stop the power of the Chongcheng cavalry.

Once this Great Wu Dynasty army is successfully defeated, then it means that the Fengxuan Kingdom will get a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take advantage of, and it is even possible to bite off a large piece of the land of these southerners.

Tamuri suddenly saw an unusual figure in the middle of the cavalry of the Great Martial Dynasty, which was trying to get close to the silver-armored female general.

Dressed in white, without any armor or weapons, a young man who clearly looked like a scholar appeared on the battlefield, completely out of place with the bloody battles around him.

Isn't this looking for death?

"Tamuri, what are you looking at? What is there to see before, no matter how many people the Nanren send over, don't even think about saving that woman!"

Fang Cai Chongcheng cavalry continuously crushed the two elite cavalry from the Nanren Chinese army, giving the commander the Silver Knife Grand Duke Pakelu great confidence, now the comparison of the strength of the enemy and us has tended to be close, if they continue to fight hard, their lone army will not be afraid of the southerners' wolf road at all.

Once the army of the southerners in front of them is defeated, the entire Wolf Dao will no longer have the power to stop them, and it will be like an open door, and they can take whatever they want, even the strong city is no exception.

"Uncle Pakoru is right, the southerners can't figure out any tricks. ”

Prince Ebula is also full of confidence in this battle, last night's battle and today's cavalry crushed the whole field, the army of the southerners has been greatly damaged, if it were not for the silver-armored female general, maybe it would have been defeated at this time.

Tamuri didn't hear the words of the two, still staring at the battlefield, his heart suddenly flashed, and he blurted out: "That person is a warlock!"

The cavalry charging the young man in white was not only the silver-armored female general, but also seemed to be in the same line as their position.

"Warlock, what are you doing here?"

The Prince of the Flower of Ebel still didn't care, although the warlock was powerful, but the ordinary warlock was almost no different from seeking death on such a battlefield, and the warlock who cultivated to be more powerful did not bother to participate in the war between mortals at all.

"Well, an ordinary warlock, we don't have nothing!"

The commander of the 30,000 elite cavalry of the Fengxuan Kingdom, the Grand Duke of the Silver Sword, Pa Kelu, frowned, and he also noticed Li Xiaobai in the middle of the Nanren cavalry, who seemed to be very young, and his cultivation must not be much higher.

"Lord Pakoru, please be careful. ”

After Tamuri finished speaking, he felt that he was still not very relieved, and immediately said to the guards beside him: "Pass my order and shield in front!"

His order was quickly carried out, and hundreds of armorers carrying heavy shields came to the front of the three of them, standing three floors in full.

"Tamuri, you are too timid, don't worry! The southerners can't make any tricks, and the victory will definitely belong to the warriors blessed by the immortal heavens. ”

The Prince of the Flower of Ebula shook his head, disagreeing with the caution of the Lord Erlun.

"Someone, please come over to Master Nange and Venerable Siamese!"

In order to save the face of his loyal subordinate, Pakoru, the Grand Duke of the Silver Sword, also felt that there was nothing wrong with being more guarded.

"Uncle, you're ......"

The Ebul Flower Prince turned his head in surprise, and Uncle Pakoru actually accepted Tamuri Elun's suggestion.

"My good nephew, if you want to inherit the throne, you must learn to accept advice, or you will not be able to gain the loyalty of your ministers!"

The Grand Duke of the Silver Knife Pakoru can be described as a well-intentioned statement.

"Yes, Uncle Pacoru. ”

As soon as he thought of his father's throne, Prince Ebula, whose heart was on fire, immediately accepted it humbly.

"Lord Pakoru, what do you command? ”

One high and one low, two magician cultivators wearing black robes with a hood walked over under the guidance of the guards, and they were the two warlocks who were not weak in the warlock team enshrined by the elite cavalry army of the Fengxuan Kingdom.

The Rong people originally did not have a long-standing sect of magic, and the people in the country were basically outsiders after the establishment of the country, including priests from the extreme west, black and white barbarian wizards from Mang and Yueqing, and warlocks from the Great Wu Dynasty.

"There's a warlock in the southerners in front! ”

The Commander of the Wind Xuan Kingdom, the Grand Duke of the Silver Sword, Pakoru, was very respectful of Master Nange and Venerable Siame.

There is a difference between arts, no matter how noble a mortal's status is, it is still not as good as the lowest cultivation, even if it is a warlock who has just entered the door of cultivation.

"Warlock?"

His complexion, which was black and red, and his face was wrinkled, looked at the battlefield and suddenly laughed.

The Grand Duke of the Silver Sword, Pacoru, asked puzzledly, "Venerable, what's wrong?"

"There is no aura at all, where is there any warlock!"

Venerable Siali shook his head with a smile.

Originally, I thought that the elite cavalry army encountered a strong enemy, and I was called to relieve the siege, and after I arrived, I used the Qi Hope Technique to check, but it turned out to be just a group of mortal cavalry escorting a mortal young man, and I was really looking forward to it in vain.

With a yellow face and a short stature, Master Nange gently pinched a spell, and an invisible obscure fluctuation spread rapidly from his position to all directions, sweeping across the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye, and neither the Great Martial Artist nor the Rong Man were unaware.

This very low-key spell has no lethality at all, but when it encounters warlocks on both sides, it suddenly fluctuates violently and inexplicably, but that's all.

It was only in a matter of moments, including the battlefield in front of him, where all the Dao cultivators within a radius of ten miles were located, and Master Nange said, "There are indeed no warlocks on the battlefield!

The Prince of the Flowers of Ebula and the Grand Duke of the Silver Sword, Pakoru, looked at each other, and then looked at Tamuri Elun (Captain Wanshu) together, was it really wrong?

"Two masters, is this true?"

Tamuri furrowed his brows tightly, is the Nanren really so boring, desperately taking the lives of a thousand cavalrymen for nothing, but leaving a young man who looks like a scholar with no power to put himself in danger and come to die?

Nange and Siamli glanced at each other, nodded to Tamuri in unison, and said in unison, "That's true!"

Master Nange quickly pinched a few more tricks, and with a wave of his hands, a sand curtain rose in the air, blocking the back of the armor shield array, and there was another safety barrier in the air, and said: "You don't have to worry, with me waiting, you will definitely be able to protect it thoroughly." ”

"That's right, the Grand Duke can rest assured!" The Venerable Siamese also thought that this Erlun (Captain of Ten Thousand Masters) was making a big fuss.

The two warlocks didn't think so, the enemy was just a group of mortals, not only was they so far away, but they were also rushing to the city, how could they pose a threat.

The release of this yellow sand curtain was just to reassure the Silver Knife Grand Duke and the others.

"Xiaolang, be careful!"

A stray arrow shot at the head of the war horse under Li Xiaobai, and the arrow went directly through the bones, this good horse from Fengxuan Kingdom only had time to make a neigh, and immediately staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, even with Li Xiaobai also fell to the ground hard, almost being pressed under the horse, even so, he still fell to the ground, dizzy.

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