Well frogs are ineffable, summer insects are ineffable.

Three big battles are just around the corner, Ye Junlin's blood is boiling, but there is no target. With only the cultivation of the 'low-level Xuan King', no matter which battlefield he goes to, he is undoubtedly a disadvantage.

The fists were clenched tightly, and an unyielding will that only belonged to a man rushed straight to Ye Junlin's heart.

Ning Kunlun's halberd was snatched, and the thick arm holding the halberd hung down weakly, and blood dripped down along the arm.

Gao gradually threw a halberd, and in mid-air, crossed an arc.

Tremble in the balance.

A fine rider will be stunned on the spot Ye Junlin, and quickly push away.

The halberd fell from the sky, nailed the Jin State elite rider directly into the ground from the horse's back.

The tip of the halberd was pointing upwards, the corpse was below, and the body of the halberd trembled slightly.

Ning Kunlun's face changed slightly, but he never looked back, looking at the tragic scene that he had already predicted.

"Boom!"

Pulling out the 'King of Jin Sword' on his waist, Ning Kunlun stepped forward again and faced Gao gradually leaving.

"Not retreating?" Gao Yuanli stared at Ning Kunlun and asked with interest.

Ning Kunlun's lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

The 'Jin King Sword' in his hand was held tightly, and there was no sign of returning to the sheath.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death, fight to the death"

Behind Ning Kunlun, the only sixty-nine black-armored elite riders remained, their swords and spears pointed at the sky, shouting in unison, and their momentum was like a rainbow.

High gradation head, trembling slightly.

The rain trail is a famous general, and the big Jin soldiers are the heroes of the world.

In the majestic rain, Ye Junlin was shocked by this scene.

Gao Yanli sighed softly, and walked step by step towards this young general who regarded death as home. In front of them, these Jin generals are clearly going to die.

If you don't kill them all, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get Ye Junlin's head.

Ning Kunlun fought to the death and did not retreat, and the sixty-nine horsemen regarded death as home. Gao gradually left his heart shocked, but he never gave up his 'deal'.

Striding forward, the muddy path was splashed with muddy water.

The flame long knife swung out heavily, and several flame sword lights rushed straight towards Ning Kunlun.

Ning Kunlun did not have an advantage, and abandoning the halberd and replacing the sword was undoubtedly worse.

The golden sword light was released from the outside, blended into the flames, and was instantly melted into molten iron.

Gao gradually left his left hand and waved the knife, cutting off the 'imitation' Jin Wang Sword in Ning Kunlun's hand with one knife, punching with his right hand, punching Ning Kunlun's chest, breaking more than a dozen sternums, spraying three mouthfuls of black blood in a row, Ning Kunlun fell in the mud, unconscious.

Song Qingfeng struggled to get up, and stabbed Gao Yanli in the back with a sword.

The sword shines brightly, and the wind is fierce.

Gao gradually left his hand, turned around and swung a knife again, the crimson sword light, like a flame dragon, swallowed Song Qingfeng's big sword in one bite.

The big sword turned from black to red, the whole body was burned and melted, Song Qingfeng hurriedly abandoned the sword, and the big sword fell to the mud and cracked several times.

"Rest. ”

Gao gradually pushed out a palm, and the flame palm print shook Song Qingfeng a few hundred meters away, breaking several big trees one after another, and Song Qingfeng fainted in the heavy rain.

Sixty-nine black-armored elite riders swarmed up, and the black tide gradually engulfed Gao Gao.

Sixty-nine imitation Jin King swords, like a storm, took turns to slash at Gao Yuanli's body.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was a metallic symphony.

Gao gradually stood proudly, not afraid, not sad, not happy.

The rainstorm of sword slashing stopped, and Gao gradually left the red light of his whole body, unscathed.

"Earth-splitting flame strike!"

The red broadsword, raised high above his head, fell heavily, the blade touched the ground, the earth shook, and the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked.

Several cracks hundreds of meters deep, centered on the high gradual separation, tore apart. Sixty-nine cavalrymen, all fell into the cracks, and the men turned on their backs.

Beneath the earth, fiery red magma rises like a spring.

Heartbreaking, ghosts crying wolves, sixty-nine elite cavalry of the Jin Kingdom, all perished. 'Xuanjie high-grade' mystical skills, terrifying.

Gao gradually patted the muddy water on his body and walked forward.

By Ye Junlin's side, only Yan Xi and Liang Bufan were left. One is the 'Middle-level Xuanhuang', and the other is the 'Low-level Xuanwang'.

The two of them, in front of Gao Yuanli, were not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

Yan Shay's hands held two cyan jade rings. In the end, it was a woman, and in the face of the death-like Gao gradually leaving, her legs trembled constantly.

Trembling and trembling, Yan Xi still stood in front of Ye Junlin, not retreating.

"Sister, if you're afraid, you can just leave, King's Landing doesn't blame you. Ye Junlin said solemnly, without the slightest fear on his face.

Yan smiled shyly, and stroked Ye Junlin's cheek very lightly: "Your Highness, rest assured, my sister will definitely die in front of you." ”

"Why?" Ye Junlin suddenly became interested.

"Because you're handsome!"

Yan Xi's face was slightly red, and on the cyan jade ring, Xuanguang was flourishing.

"Hundred miles of thorns!"

The cyan light paved the path, and dense thorns sprouted horizontally, blocking Gao's way away.

Gao gradually moved away from the corners of his mouth slightly, and let out a sneer.

The flame blade swung rapidly, and the red sword light swept away vertically and horizontally, and the thorns or flames turned into ashes in an instant.

The face is shy and the flowers are pale.

"Die to die!"

Ye Junlin picked up the imitation Jin King Sword at his feet, and roared, the long sword was swaying:

"Sword one, breaking the wind. ”

"Sword two, slash souls. ”

"Sword three, split the mountain. ”

"Sword Four, Split the Earth. ”

Four completely different sword rays flew away.

Liang Bufan drew the gourd in the same way, the golden gun in his hand shook like the wind, and several spears, together with Ye Junlin's sword, flew towards Gao and gradually left.

Gao Yanli was slightly surprised, he never expected that Ye Junlin and the others would be able to resist to such an extent.

With a wave of their hands, the most proud attacks of the two scattered into a cloud of shatters.

Ye Junlin was desperate.

"His Royal Highness King Wei, please stretch out your noble head and let me cut it, it really doesn't hurt. ”

Gao gradually left condescendingly, he looked at Ye Junlin, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

"You don't kill them. Ye Junlin raised his head and looked directly at Gao Yuanli, with a hint of begging in his words.

"Yes. Gao Yuanli nodded.

"Thief Ann Dare!"

The long knife that faded away from it was raised high. At the moment of falling, Wei Wuji's sword blade descended gracefully.

"Boom!"

A vast sword gang retreated a few steps from Gao Yanzhen.

Wei Wuji jumped down, his clothes in tatters, and a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Even though his combat power was extraordinary, Wei Wuji was still caught in a bitter battle against the 'Ghost Venerable', who was the second in the world.

It's a bitter and bitter war.

Under the sky, several clouds of black mist floated in. The black mist gathered together and condensed into the figure of an old man.

The 'Ghost Venerable', who had a long beard and white eyebrows, looked at Ye Junlin and was extremely proud. For this little rabbit cub who ruined his 'big plan' in the 'Bixiao Xuanyu', he couldn't wait to break him into thousands of pieces with his own hands.

"Hahahaha"

In mid-air, Ying Zheng, who was fighting with Li Kui, heard a gloating laugh.

"You drag Wei Wuji, I'll kill these two boys. ”

The cold voice of the 'Ghost Venerable' resounded in Gao Yuanli's ears. Gao Yuanli nodded, swinging his knife and entangled Wei Wuji.

The 'Ghost Venerable' pushed out his left palm, and a cold black palm print rushed towards Ye Junlin and Liang Bufan.

In a moment's time, the 'Sword God Emperor Jade' flew out on its own, and the colorful Xuanguang offset most of the strength.

Ye Junlin and Liang Bufan retreated dozens of meters in a row, and the blood stained the placket on their chests.

"Give me death!"

With a loud roar, another 'Ghost Venerable' suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and the palm wind was fierce, and the two of them were slapped out and fell off the cliff