Sigh the law

There was a roar of high fighting spirit above the east gate of Qingyu Town, and I saw a silver streamer rushing out of the city's head and rising into the sky, passing through the nine battle formations, and heading straight to where Zhang Neem's battle array was, it was the gentian piercing spear piercing out, and a brilliant silver spear accompanied by the sound of a dragon's groan that shook the sky and the earth, as if it was going to tear the void and stab at Zhang Neem. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Where did the one come from!? Report the name! Ben will not kill the nameless ghost under the sword!"

Before the silver spear arrived, Zhang Neem had already felt a powerful spiritual power pouring down from mid-air, and suddenly his expression was awe-inspiring, and he looked at this unknown king very seriously, and subconsciously instigated the war tiger under his crotch, and the bloody tooth tiger martial soul behind him also roared, and roared angrily while facing the attack.

"I'm Changshan Zhao Zilong, yes!?"

Zhao Yun sat on top of the jade unicorn, his face was awe-inspiring, and he roared back, his spiritual power rioted, and the fearless Heavenly Dragon Martial Spirit behind him was attached to the Gentian Piercing Spear, tearing this spiritual power, and stabbing out an extremely brilliant shot with the strong spiritual power of Pei Ran Mo Yu to break through the space, pointing directly at Zhang Neem's throat.

The dragon-shaped spear and the blade of the blood tiger collided violently, the silver dragon fought the blood tiger, roaring wildly, shaking the heavens and the earth, making the heavens and the earth lose color for a while, and a wild wave of qi swept away at a speed visible to the naked eye, overturning the spirit of war, and slamming fiercely on the city protection spirit cover of the herring fish town, weakening the spirit cover in its heyday by fifty percent.

Now this cyan city protector spirit shield has become illusory and floating, and the solemn color of the previous Qing Xuan is gone.

This is just the aura emitted by the confrontation between the two, and it is terrifying!

No wonder the spirit of battle spirit composed of 18,000 people was just powerless to fight back, and it was overturned violently, if it wasn't for Zhang Neem protecting the two thousand soldiers behind him, otherwise the two thousand soldiers would have suffered countless casualties without the protection of the spirit. And because Zhao Yun suddenly joined the battle, he directly found their commander, and the battle storm between the two was the same for a while, and they stubbornly blocked the offensive of the fierce tiger sword soldiers.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer!

The tip of the gentian piercing spear was wrapped in gravity like a hundred thousand mountains of reckless wilderness, and stabbed fiercely on Zhang Neem's blood-colored war knife, and the silver spear was mixed with the blood-colored blade, which was extremely gorgeous.

The neem snorted, it was unbelievable that this young man had such strength, and after only two breaths of stalemate in mid-air, he couldn't withstand the huge force of the meteorite falling and the oppression of the powerful spiritual power, and fell to the ground fiercely, smashing out a big crater.

There was a sudden silence in front of the east gate, and the 20,000 fierce tiger sword soldiers were in disbelief, dumbfounded, and couldn't believe that their invincible general was shot down by a young general in front of this Qingyu Town.

The nine Heavenly Realm generals were even more unexpected, they had all mocked this young man for coming to his death without his own strength, but they didn't expect Zhao Yun to have such strength, and an ominous omen welled up in their hearts.

"Okay! Zilong is really a demon! Cultivation is two small realms behind, and it can actually suppress that neem! Hahaha" Li Qing, who was standing on top of the city and was paying close attention to the battle between Zhao Yun and Zhang Neem, immediately laughed when he saw Zhao Yun suppressing Zhang Neem, and his clenched hands loosened a little.

Xue Rengui, Gao Xianzhi and others were also overjoyed, hoping that Zhao Yun could turn the tide and repel Zhang Neem.

At the same time, Zhao Yun's whole body was full of silver light, dazzling, staring at Zhang Neem in the pit with a solemn face, not daring to relax his vigilance.

In the first battle, Zhao Yun relied on the unique marksmanship and the upper hand taught by the Longmen Gun God, and with the blessing of falling from the sky, he immediately suppressed Zhang Neem. However, Zhao Yun didn't think that this peak king was easy to deal with, especially the strong man who was about to step into the realm of the emperor.

In the Yanhuang Continent, cross-border battles are like climbing to the sky, and there are many difficulties, not only in addition to the strength of the warriors themselves, more hole cards and other their own hard power, but also need to lick the blood on the tip of the knife all year round combat experience.

Taking advantage of his illness, asking for his life is what Zhao Yun needs to do now, but he didn't move, wanting to brake quietly, but he lost the opportunity to chase after the victory.

"Ah! Death to the thief!"

After a few breaths of silence, the battlefield suddenly sounded the voice of Zhang Neem's rage, followed by a terrifying roar.

The storm in the pit rose wildly, the spiritual power surged, the blood was boiling, and the battle intent soared to the sky, and then a blood-colored streamer rushed out of it, heading straight for Zhao Yun.

Zhang Neem's body surged with blood-red spiritual power, holding a blood-colored long knife, his mask was hideous, and his mount was fierce, as if he had been killed from hell, and went straight to Zhao Yun.

"It's a good time!" Zhao Yun shouted, his battle intent was surging, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon, and a dazzling brilliance stabbed at the menacing Zhang Neem in the air.

Thundered!

As far as everyone could see, the silver spear and the blood-colored blade buried the area, the horses neighed and roared, and even Li Qing's current strength could not see that the two were fighting each other, and could only judge by the number of spiritual power collisions, the two had already fought thousands of moves in just half a quarter of an hour, and the world was bleak and treacherous.

Everyone in the city was dumbfounded, and it was hard to imagine the great strength of the two kings. The hearts of the 20,000 fierce tiger sword soldiers were surging, and their blood was boiling, and they roared angrily to boost the momentum of their general.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Yun and Zhang Neem were thinking about their own people, they tried their best to control the collision of spiritual power, so as to prevent them from being unable to withstand the aftermath of their battle and causing unnecessary casualties, otherwise the battle between the two kings with peak strength would inevitably shatter this Qingyu Town, not to mention the martial artists and civilians.

Under the nervous attention of everyone, the stalemate ended with Zhang Neem's bloody retreat, falling from mid-air, and drawing four deep marks on the ground, shocking the jaws of 20,000 fierce tiger sword soldiers, and they couldn't believe that their boss would lose to this young man.

"Okay!" Li Qing in the city suddenly shouted, excitedly like a fat man of two hundred pounds, dancing with his hands.

And more than 3,000 people in the city also burst into bursts of cheers and cheers, and there were even horns with the same name, war drums rumbled, and flags were unwaved, and the momentum was unique for a while.

"I'm mad at me!"

Zhang Neem, who stabilized his figure, spit out the blood in his mouth, his eyes were full of anger, and he roared angrily: "Fierce Tiger Sword Soldiers!

When they heard the call of their own generals, the nine Heavenly Realm generals immediately summoned their generals and quickly stood in a formation behind Zhang Neem, brewing a huge amount of spiritual power and handing it over to Zhang Neem.

In less than five breaths, the 20,000 Fierce Tiger Sword Soldiers had already assembled, and the battle array gushed out of battle intent, ignited blood qi, rushed into the air, and gathered on the bodies of the nine Heavenly Realm generals, and then they transported it to Zhang Neem's body on the top layer.

Zhao Yun held the gentian piercing spear in his hand, rode the jade unicorn in the night, and felt the deeper and deeper spiritual power on Zhang Neem's body, and even broke through the level of the king realm within three breaths, reaching the strength of the emperor, making it more dignified.

The reason why the legion was able to pick off the imperial generals on the battlefield was because it condensed the spiritual power of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of warriors, and handed it over to the general of the army, so as to exert more powerful strength.

At present, Zhao Yun is facing a 20,000 fierce tiger sword soldiers who have increased to the middle stage of the emperor, and he doesn't even have the intention of going out to fight alone.

Under the control of Zhang Neem, the battle intent and spiritual power condensed by the 20,000 fierce tiger sword soldiers converged into ten chariots, twenty zhang high and ten zhang wide, all scarlet, tiger-like, and the front section was covered with dense sharp knives, flashing with the light of death, which was extremely terrifying.

As Zhao Yun perceived now, the power contained in these ten tiger-shaped chariots was no less than the strongest blow of a king in the later stage.

Is this the power that the Legion has gathered!?

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