"The formation is entangled by the enemy, and you can only fight and retreat. Deng Zheng gritted his teeth and said: "If we retreat rashly, our army will be scattered and scattered, and the losses will definitely be not small." ”

Wang Wumian heard the hall master say this, and he couldn't help but be at a loss.

A white-robed and white-armored, handsome-looking general stepped forward: "The last general asked to lead the elite to counterattack and take down Su Youguang's head!"

Deng Zheng saw that this person was Lai Meidong, the brave general of Qingzhou Palace, and a master of conquering the heavens.

He was suspicious and said, "With the courage of Su Youguang......"

Lai Meidong's expression was resolute: "After the fierce battle against Xuezhai, this person did not get rid of his secret wounds, and his strength was greatly reduced, but he still likes to rush into battle, and he must be too deep." ”

"At this time, Su Youguang's strength may not be as good as the last general. If this person can be killed, then Wu Feng's troops will also collapse, and there is hope for turning the tide of the battle!"

When Deng Zheng heard this, he couldn't help but high-five: "General Lai is brave and commendable, bring the wine!"

Immediately, a pro-soldier sent a fine wine, Lai Meidong drank three glasses in a row, and said arrogantly: "I must take off Su Youguang's head to offer it to repay the favor of the hall master!"

At that moment, he crossed the horse and raised his sword, like a white lightning, and rushed towards the front battle.

Bai Junlang was waving his fan-like palm and flattening the armor of a Qingzhou heavy infantry company.

The other hand wiped away the soybean-sized beads of sweat from his forehead.

The Buddha power of Zen Master Xuezhai is indeed terrifying, seeping into the body, like a gangrene attached to the bones, entwined endlessly, and cannot be dissolved.

Even in peacetime, there is a dull pain, and when killing the enemy on the battlefield, it is even more painful.

But the pain was not enough to shake his mind.

He continued to crisscross the enemy lines, and his body was covered in blood.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

"Su Youguang Pifu, suffer death!"

By the time the shouting began, a large knife had already slashed at his head.

People are fast, horses are fast, knives are faster.

But it was no faster than the actions of the white army.

The waves of the white army seemed to teleport, like an afterimage drifting to Lai Meidong's side.

"It turned out to be you, and now you dare to come and fill it!" Bai Junlang scolded angrily.

Lai Meidong's heart was slightly cold.

Although this person was secretly injured and his strength had regressed, his power was still the same as before!

But he wasn't going to go it alone.

It is indeed a fact that the White Army rushed too deep into the formation.

Lai Meidong pulled the reins, and the BMW under his crotch jumped ten steps, avoiding the white army waves like a palm that collapsed the mountains and the sea.

The twelve people behind him rode like bloodthirsty sharks, and surrounded and killed the white army waves from all directions.

On the battlefield of thousands of troops, these knights moved as nimble as swimming fish, surging out of the cracks in the battle formation, completely unhindered, and their movements were orderly and hidden.

Each of them had three throwing guns stuck in their backs.

Lai Meidong gave an order, and the twelve cavalrymen drew their flying spears at the same time and stabbed towards the white army, the barrels of the guns flashing under the sun, like a brilliant meteor shower.

The white army raised his head to the sky and shouted, waving his palm to hit the sky, the palm shadow danced like the undulating tide, and between a few advances and retreats, there was a cracking sound of chirping, and the twelve flying spears were all broken and fell to the ground.

But the twelve elite knights had already shot again, slapping their horses as they galloped closer.

The flying spears combined to form a whirlpool-like force field, oppressing the tall and burly body of Bai Junlang.

It was as if the nine-day waterfall was falling down.

Bai Junlang roared incessantly, and slapped his palm again, and the sound was like thunder.

The flying spears like a sea broke again and flew all over the sky.

When the third wave of flying spears was also shattered into dust and smoke, the cavalry that formed the Twelve Yuanchen formation had already approached the white army wave, dancing like snow, everyone's spirit and spirit were closely connected, and their eyes were full of murderous intent.

They were not afraid of Bai Junlang's former prestige.

This world-shattering half-saint master has finally shown a declining trend.

In the face of such a long-range attack, his palm seemed to be scattered.

"He is really secretly injured, and his strength has been greatly reduced!"

"Kill him, and the Divine Temple army will surely be defeated. ”

"The revival of my Cheongju is hopeful. ”

"Serving the hall master and killing Su Youguang, this is a great merit!"

The Twelve Flying Cavalry has been trained by Lai Meidong for many years, and they cooperate closely like one person, and everyone is a brave warrior, who is sincere to Qingzhou and is not afraid of death.

At the same time, they approached Bai Junlang and surrounded him, and at the same time stabbed out, creating a network of layers of knives.

This is just to contain the actions of the white army wave.

Bai Junlang connected three waves of flying spears, and his movements gradually slowed down, and then he was attacked and killed by the twelve flying horsemen, and in an instant he was like a quagmire.

And Lai Meidong was urging the horse to fly, holding the glaive long knife, shouting, galloping like thunder and lightning.

"Su Youguang erected, suffer death!"

Lai Meidong's voice is like a flood of bells, shocking.

This knife completely sealed Bai Junlang's qi engine and completed the last link of the qi machine encirclement.

There is no way to avoid it.

The spirit and killing intent of Lai Meidong and the Twelve Flying Riders have been raised to the highest point, and they are perfectly combined.

Yi Lai Meidong thought that Bai Junlang was dying and counterattacked, and at most he killed a few of the twelve flying horses.

But Bai Junlang just stared at him and shouted, "Come on!"

The vertical palm grasped it, and the palm fingers burst out with the sound of gold and iron.

Lai Meidong felt that he was leading people and horses, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

But that doesn't bode well!

He accelerated unilaterally, which would cause a mistake in the coordination with the Twelve.

The white army was hunting in rags, and the wind was blowing under his feet, flying upside down like a discharged cannon.

His eyes kept staring at Lai Meidong, and he pointed his right palm at Lai Meidong's chest.

As Bai Junlang retreated, it seemed that there was an invisible rope dragging Lai Meidong forward.

Lai Meidong's expression finally turned to horror.

The fact that he can train the Twelve Flying Horsemen who treat life and death as nothing does not mean that he is not afraid of death.

With the current cultivation and status, there are more and more things that can be enjoyed, and it is impossible for Lai Meidong not to have nostalgia.

And yet - where the battlefield is fought, where the corpse stands, if you die, you live, and if you are lucky, you die!

So Lai Meidong's fate is already doomed.

Several sabers fell on Bai Junlang's shoulders or inserted into his waist, and the wounds were bone-shattering and blood flowed.

But Bai Junlang just retreated desperately.

Not for retreat, but for killing.

He withdrew from the encirclement of the Twelve Flying Horsemen.

Under the effect of invisible traction, Lai Meidong couldn't resist, and flew up directly from his horse, getting closer and closer to the white army wave.

His eyes widened and bulged, as if they were about to burst out.

His lips were furrowed, as if his throat had been blocked.

Bai Junlang sucked him in front of him with one palm, and his left palm slammed out, and the wild shark roared, directly devouring Lai Meidong Middle Palace.

"Don't!"

Lai Meidong shouted unwillingly, and tried his best to burst out his true qi and protect his body.

Bai Junlang showed no mercy, and hit Lai Meidong's chest with a palm, and the blood rushed to the sky, and Lai Meidong's body was torn apart.

The twelve flying horsemen all looked at each other.

After a few moments, they shouted in unison: "Everyone shoulder to shoulder, avenge General Lai Meidong!"

Bai Junlang snorted, his expression was cold, and his palms swept together, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

At the place where the blood splattered, a knight was slapped into a meat patty by him with men and horses.

There was another crisp sound like a beating, and the other knight was also directly hit through the abdomen by the white army wave, and flew into the air for more than ten feet, leaving only the lost horse's head raised sadly and looked at the body of the owner in the air.

When the twelve flying horsemen were killed by the white army, seven of them finally broke down and fled back.

Only then did Bai Junlang press his chest and gasp lowly.

His single clothes were soaking wet.

There was a feeling of discomfort in the chest, and the qi and blood seemed to be going up the esophagus retrograde.

Dealing with this kind of goods aggravates the dark wounds in his body, and the Buddha power of the old bald donkey in Xuezhai is really terrifying.

But he had no other choice than to work hard with Xuezhai at that time.

Bai Junlang has now killed Lai Meidong, the known No. 1 master of the Qingzhou Palace, and the Qingzhou Army must have greatly reduced its fighting spirit, and the victory or defeat of this battle can be said to have been decided.

He sighed and turned back into the formation.

The footsteps are a bit vain.

The herald galloped to Deng Zheng, and his voice was full of panic: "Report! General Lai Meidong was killed in battle, and more than half of the twelve flying horsemen were injured!"

"What?" Deng Zheng's expression changed greatly: "Could it be that Su Youguang is not injured at all?"

The deputy hall master, Wang Wumian, was at a loss, and his lips trembled weakly.

"My Qingzhou's number one brave general, Lai Meidong, died in battle, and the morale of our army will inevitably plummet......"

Wang Wumian said weakly.

"Needless to say. Deng Zheng waved his hand suddenly: "Order the withdrawal of the army, we will personally rear!"

The Qingzhou army changed its position with difficulty, and Deng Zheng and Wang Wumian personally led the rear team, and fought and retreated.

When the rear team completely collapsed, they left the rear team behind and fled, leaving the rear soldiers to be annihilated by the Shindo army.

This provoked anger from the soldiers, but saved most of the troops.

Su Can didn't show up after all. Wu Feng looked at Bai Junlang and said calmly.

The fierce battle lasted for more than an hour, and Su Can should have arrived a long time ago if he was coming.

If Su Can arrived in time, this time would not only thwart the rebellion of Qingzhou City, but also hope to wipe out the combat power of Qingzhou Palace.

It was obvious that Su Can did it on purpose.

Although Su Can did not collude with the enemy, he disappointed Wu Feng in the end.

Bai Junlang sighed, shook his head and said, "This kid is really disappointing. ”

Wu Feng said: "I guessed what he was going to do." ”

He saw that Bai Junlang's face was yellow, and sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said with concern: "Uncle, are you okay?"

"Probably so. Bai Junlang waved his hand: "It's a pity that I'm injured, otherwise as long as the field is displayed, this group of rats will have to change one after another, where is there any need for such a vicious battle?"

Wu Feng sighed and said, "Uncle, don't go to the battlefield in the future, take care of your injuries." ”

"My old bones, can I not be still if I don't go to the battlefield?" Bai Junlang smiled leisurely.

The Buddha power is riddled with muscles, eroding muscles and bones, haunting the soul, and this injury can only be recovered for a long time.

If the battle is too much exertion, the injury is more likely to worsen.

However, for a chivalrous man like Bai Junlang, even if there is no war, he will still act chivalrous and righteous from time to time, and when he is hot, he can't care about the injuries on his body at all.

Wu Feng had no choice but to shake his head helplessly.

With his uncle's temperament, persuading him to rest and not to do anything is the same as persuading an alcoholic not to drink.

What's more, this time to deal with Qingzhou Palace, it was Wu Feng who asked him to take action. Otherwise, there is really no better solution to the rebellion in Qingzhou.

It's just that after Su Mengzhen died, his uncle was the Optimus Jade Pillar of the Divine Hall and the Golden Beam of the Sea.

With the white army waves, many people with bad intentions will be deterred.

If the uncle has three longs and two shorts, the instability within the shrine will inevitably increase.

If so, what should be done?