The barbarian powerhouse spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

He was seriously injured after the previous battle with Mo Wuxie, and his injuries had not healed, and now he couldn't even take Mo Wuxie's move.

Mo Wuxian was well aware of his injuries, and this blow only left him without the power to backhand.

"You have been surrounded by my army of 200,000, if you know each other, quickly drop your weapons and surrender!" his voice spread throughout the sky above the Lu Que clan.

Everyone from the Lu Que clan looked at Mo Wuxian blankly, and some of the weapons in the hands of the soldiers fell to the ground.

The barbarian powerhouse was so powerful that everyone was defeated with one move, and the soldiers of the Lu Que tribe had lost the courage to fight!

The powerhouses of the Lu Que clan looked at each other, and they all showed expressions of fear.

The barbarian powerhouse said coldly: "The soldiers of my Spirit Kingdom only have soldiers who died in battle, and there are no soldiers who surrendered, you can kill me!"

Mo Wuxian said coldly: "In that case, I will fulfill you!"

Jiang Li stopped in front of the barbarian powerhouse and begged: "Boss, don't kill my grandfather, you can do whatever you want!"

Mo Wuxian looked at him with a smile: "If they don't surrender, I'm really embarrassed!"

Jiang Li glanced around and shouted, "Surrender quickly, you are not my boss's opponent!"

His grandfather was angry and scolded: "You bastard who eats inside and out, get out of the way!"

Mo Wuxian shook his head and said, "Don't resist fearlessly, the next moment, my army will not be so polite to you!"

After speaking, he swung out a divine power, and the divine power immediately divided into dozens of strands and floated into the generals of the Lu Que clan.

In an instant, the poofing continued, and all the masters spat out blood, wilted, and fell to the ground.

"Surrender or die! You only have a cup of tea to think about!"

With that, he disappeared into the night.

He returned to where the army was and stared coldly ahead.

In fact, he can completely catch the enemy generals and force them to surrender, but he knows one thing very well, the soldiers of the Spirit Kingdom will not surrender so easily, but if they defeat the god of war in their minds, it will be different.

His attack this time was to smash the god of war in their hearts, and the effect was very obvious. But for them to completely abandon their pride and surrender, they need more deterrence.

The tea hour passed quickly, and Mo Wuxie's soldier approached again, and after reaching a certain distance, he released five waves of arrows.

The feeling to the people of Lingguo is that there is a rain of arrows in all directions, and they are indeed surrounded.

The barbarian powerhouse showed a helpless look and said, "The game of the strong is so ridiculous!"

Jiang Li said: "Grandpa, let's surrender!"

The barbarian powerhouse ignored Jiang Li, glanced at everyone in the tent, and asked, "What do you think?"

The patriarch of the Lu Que clan nodded gloomily and said, "I agree to surrender!"

The drumming arranged by Mo Wuxian did not stop, but became more and more noisy, and it looked even more powerful.

Suddenly, he showed a hint of a smile, and saw the barbarian powerhouse fly into the sky and said, "We can surrender, but please don't slaughter our people, this is our minimum requirement!"

Mo Wuxian suddenly appeared in front of the old man and said with a smile: "I knew that this was the case, why bother in the first place! I can promise not to kill any Spirit Nation soldiers!"

In this way, Mo Wuxian defeated the Lu Que clan without a single soldier.

The soldiers of the Lü Que tribe took off their armor and piled them up in a pile, and then their weapons were also placed in one place, and they all stood together, each with their heads bowed.

Mo Wuxie's soldiers walked into their sight in such a way that they were bright and bright, and they were all contained.

The barbarian powerhouse smiled bitterly and asked, "Mo Wuxie, didn't you say that you have 200,000 soldiers, why are there only 20,000?"

Mo Wuxian smiled weirdly and said, "It's what you believe, and I can't help it." Soldiers, treacherous ways. Even if you want to go back, it's too late, they are unarmed and can't resist the slaughter of my soldiers!"

The barbarian powerhouse's face couldn't help but jump, only to see that his soldiers were separated by groups of three or five, controlled by Mo Wuxie's soldiers, and there was no doubt that as long as Mo Wuxian gave an order, the soldiers of the Lu Que clan who were surrounded would instantly become corpses.

He showed an ugly smile and said, "I'm convinced!"

Only the strong can decide the victory of a war, originally, the two of them are strong in martial arts, plus the deterrence of red-clothed cannons, completely suppressing Mo Xie, if Mo Wuxian does not come, then the martial arts empire will definitely be defeated. Moreover, Mo Ye could also be killed by them. This is the game of the strong, and the stronger the stronger can determine the general trend of the war.

Although Mo Wuxian also had the strength to destroy the 80,000 army in one move, he still didn't want to make a move, because slaughtering ants made him feel bored, and since he had to play a game, he felt that it would only be enough to crush their pride.

In this battle, he did it, and he did it very easily, completely crushing the arrogance of the barbarian powerhouse and the indomitable of the soldiers.

The sky was bright, the sun was high, and Mo Wuxian finally appeared in Zhantan City's field of vision.

This night, Mo Yan tossed and turned, and when he saw him return, he was relieved.

However, when he saw Mo Wuxian's lineup, he couldn't help but be moved. Twenty thousand soldiers went out, but one hundred thousand returned......

For a moment, he was a little overwhelmed.

Mo Wuxian returned to the city, naturally, the prisoners were handed over to Mo Yan to dispose of, and Mo Yan was even more desperate, he actually surrounded these soldiers and placed them at the east gate, which became a human wall and sealed the east gate.

Obviously, if someone wants to attack the city from the east gate, then they have to fly over the corpses of their compatriots, which is undoubtedly an extremely cruel thing.

The City Lord's Mansion has become the command center of the Northern Expeditionary Corps.

Mo Wuxian had already sealed off the cultivation of the twelve powerhouses, and now they were powerless, so they could only sit honestly in the City Lord's Mansion.

Jiang Li was not harmed in any way, and Mo Wuxian had always felt good about him.

The grinning Jiang Li has no concept of race, nor does he have a hatred mentality, as long as his grandfather is not dead, he will not have too much sadness.

Jiang Li followed Mo Wuxian like a traitor, asking questions and questions, so funny.

In the afternoon, the long-awaited Angelina arrived, and with him came 90,000 Tiger Clan soldiers.

She has been trying to contact the Lu Que Clan, but from last night to now, there has been no news, and faintly, she knows that the Lu Que Clan has changed.

However, to recapture Zhan Tan City, this is what she must do. Originally, it was a shameful thing for Lingguo to be defeated, but it was even more shameful for the courage to go to battle, especially if he couldn't recapture the city, he would be talked about even more.

Therefore, she did not care about the Lu Que clan, but led the army to Zhantan City.

When she came to Dongcheng, she found that the Lüque captives were lined up in a wall, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

No wonder there is no news of the Lu Que clan, it turns out that he has become a prisoner.

She was even more worried, the tower had disappeared, and now with a wave of her arms, the Tiger army would rush into the city, but she wanted to kill her own compatriots.

She suddenly felt that the enemy general coach was such a difficult character.