Killing is killing, and the person who comes seems to be above board, but in fact it is despicable and shameless to the extreme, and at the moment when the flying horse hears the voice and has not yet recovered from shock, he launches a series of attacks, which are more sneak attacks than sneak attacks.

Countless pieces of paper fell from the sky, like life-killing talismans.

It was not a talisman seal, because it did not have any magical powers, a total of 365 ordinary pieces of rice paper, densely filled with words: Kill!

The annual rings of spring, autumn and summer and winter, all contained in more than 300 pieces of paper; ordinary paper, ordinary ink, ordinary pen, write no less than 10,000 kills, words such as killing, words contain evil!

Angry!

Evil qi cannot directly kill people, not even injure people, its only function is to make people panic and fear, fall into a temporary or momentary loss of consciousness.

Well, it's not just people who are targeted, the other party's purpose is neither Chen Shan nor those soldiers, but the horses under his seat.

Five thousand and one horses!

Xi Lulu neighed neatly, and his heart felt a huge impact, and five thousand and one long-trained military horses neighed together How can they stop.

Horses overturned, crushed and collided, stacked and wailed, except for a very small number of elites who were able to get out of the way with a reaction beyond ordinary people, most of them were buried in the bones, and lost their combat strength and even their lives in an instant.

Looking at the air, the wild snow dragon was cut off its neck, its huge body collided together, and it rolled forward in a thunderous roar, a hundred meters away.

The wind and snow could not hide the desolation of the battlefield, the flesh and armor were mixed together, and the shouts of people and the neighing of horses overlapped, coming from the mountains of piles of meat.

More than 300 pieces of paper defeated 5,000 iron armor. Unbelievable, like a miracle.

The gap between Fan and the Immortal is undoubtedly evident in this tragedy. War horses are livestock with a loyalty unimaginable to humans. But there is no courage to match it. This is a natural gap, which is not transferred by anyone's will, and the right opportunity for the right occasion can be fatal.

Five thousand warriors combined, even if each of them shoots the most ordinary bow and arrow, its power is enough to push mountains and seas, and discourage the strong monks. However, the battle is not a drill, and it is not a number game that Liliang accumulates, and it is not the time for real battles. The lowest-level immortals also have magical means that mortals can't imagine, so that the advantage of crushing the opponent in theory no longer exists.

In fact, as a regular army stationed on one side, every commander needs to consider what to do in the event of the most extreme situation, and in Xiuzhen Shijie, it is not uncommon for the army to face monks, and it is even more common to strangle demonic beasts, which should not be the case. However, there are always exceptions, and if these paper talismans can't even scare a few war horses, it is not Thirteen Lang who should be ashamed. It's the old bird who prides himself on being powerful.

The evil spirit is not a supernatural power, and it will not be diluted by the number of opponents, and the five thousand war horses will feel it all. It doesn't fall like this. The Golden Crow will definitely run through the void to study it, and ask if those war horses are the species of dragon horses.

If you change the scene, change the way. The five thousand people did not say that they fought back and resisted, but they stretched out their heads and let Thirteen Lang cut them off. Will it break his arm.

Warriors, the way of life and death. Trickery also

"Roar!"

In the long and desperate howl, Chen Shan soared into the sky. With helpless sadness, the bitter resentment of falling from heaven to hell, and the unwillingness and anger of not being a monk, Chen Dashuai fell into madness in an instant, losing a trace of his senses.

Not a single knife, not a single arrow, even the other party's people did not see clearly, decades of hard work has been wasted, how can he face such an outcome, how can he accept it.

These 5,000 people are his reliance, the most reliable barrier, the steel master that he has worked so hard to build, and the magic weapon alone is equipped with nearly a thousand, and there are no less than 100 high-level war spirits, as well as dozens of heirs.

What's the use?

People said a word, scattered a handful of waste paper, and perhaps took advantage of a trace of their own negligence, because they were too expectant to reveal a few flaws, and made a contribution.

Losing his foot is an eternal hatred, Chen Shan lost everything, had no time to regret it, and just wanted to kill.

The white hair is flying, the silver threads are whiter than snowflakes, the eyes are fierce, the rich killing intent is like a sharp knife out of the sheath, Chen Shan is like a straight Xiangshang arrow, eager to drill a hole in the sky.

"Who you are is you!"

There were two people in the sky, a man and a woman, men like wind and women like ice, looking at themselves with indifferent and contemptuous eyes, as if they were looking at an ant struggling to survive in the wind and rain.

Chen Shan had never seen Thirteen Lang, but he recognized at a glance that the young man with faint eyes was the Xiao Bazhi who was rumored to be amazing. As for the woman, the blue dress was inlaid with gold wire and showed off the eye-catching logo, Miaoyinmen.

"I see!" Chen Dashuai figured everything out, understood why the army was not under control, and also understood why Xiao Bazhi found him, why he could find himself so quickly.

What's the use?

Seeing through is always just seeing through, nothing can be represented, useful only fighting, only relying on both hands to grab, to grab, to fight for their share.

The body kept shooting, and Chen Shan shouted loudly: "Miaoyinmen, you have to rebel!"

It's useless to roar, and the fake card screams, even if it just makes the other party hesitate a little, but also makes the situation slightly easier. Chen Shan is also proficient in battle strategy, he doesn't care about Thirteen Lang, although he has heard a lot of deeds from the other party, he doesn't pay attention to it.

Kill the opponent quickly, and then deal with the Miaoyin Gate, this is what he wants to do, he must do.

He has this qualification, and he has this strength, and what Chen Shan is afraid of is the girl with a cold expression, and he is afraid that Miaoyinmen, who has a deep background, will really be involved in this matter.

"It's none of my business, it's that he's going to fight you. The girl's voice was so beautiful that the expression on her face could only be described as speechless.

"That's shameless!"

Chen Shan just breathed a sigh of relief, but found that three sharp arrows were coming down from his head, like three lightning bolts rushing straight above his head, accompanied by a mocking and pitying reminder from the young man: "That's right, it's me who wants to kill you." ”

"Roar!" Chen Shan roared, shook his fist, and rushed at Xiangshang.

In the face of such people. What is the meaning of words other than fists and blood?

The body of the martial spirit. Even if Chen Shan is in the air, even if he is in the air. The three flying rays scattered one after another. This was followed by another string of fireballs.

Is that a fireball technique that any monk can cast, and use it against the old man?

Chen Shan was angry and laughed, thinking to himself what else would this Mr. Eight Fingers do besides tricks?

Thirteen Lang didn't have any awareness of this, the fireball was followed by a whirlpool, and then two sword qi, three lightning bolts, and even two yellow and black air masses, I don't know what to do.

He didn't seem to be fighting with the other party to the death, but seemed to be practicing spells as he was in peacetime. Not only was he serious, but his expression was extremely focused, carefully observing the shapes, appearances, and postures of various spells, as well as Chen Shan's reaction after coming into contact with them.

The martial spirit opponent is not always available, and the number of paths for the cultivation of the three cards is different, and Thirteen Lang is unwilling to give up this opportunity. He's fighting, and he's learning, all the time, every minute.

Not really. Not enough to face fate, let alone control it

"You're looking for death!"

Embarrassed and furious, Chen Shan roared, and his fists kept waving or simply bearing it with his body. The eyes are full of revenge madness. At this time, he didn't notice that when Thirteen Lang used his magical powers, the expression of the girl next to him changed slightly. Tablet's face was a little undulating without a trace of fluctuation, from contempt to surprise. From shock to caution to vigilance.

Chen Shan didn't understand. She understood, Blue Bottle could appreciate what a terrible Liliang was contained in those low-level spells, and what an exciting future it contained.

"If he recovers from his injuries, what will his strength be?" Thinking in his heart, Lan Bei'er's eyes were slightly cold, and then he suddenly stared again.

"Peng!"

After practicing all the spells, Thirteen Lang fell quickly like a hungry eagle pounced, and Xiangxia met Chen Shan from the air, and his fists collided with him without any fancy fancy.

The opportunity is rare, in addition to practicing spells, Thirteen Lang also has to try his physical body to recover seventy percent of the state to defend it.

In the roar, invisible ripples swept in all directions, the blue skirt flew, the blue bottle flew away, and I couldn't help but curse: "Idiot!"

Even more stupid in the back, roaring like thunder, Chen Shan's face was in disbelief, and his body was uncontrollable and fell like a meteor. Above his head, Thirteen Lang's eyes flashed with bright and pure light, and he fit and down.

"Come again!"

"Roar!"

Chen Shan roared wildly, his head full of hair was like an arrow, and his fists vibrated again.

"Peng!"

The thunder roared, the wild waves rose again, Chen Shan fell again, blood spilled from his lips, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

It was only at this time that he discovered that the other party had no less flesh and liliang than his own, and even more so than his own fighting spirit and savagery, as well as cunning and shrewdness that he could never match.

Those low-level spells are not in vain, they may be fine in normal times, but in the fierce battle at this moment, the slightly itchy feeling before is magnified, like thousands of ants biting in the body, and what is even more terrifying is that the limbs and bones gradually become stiff, and every joint seems to be stuffed into a wedge, indescribably dry.

"Come again!"

There was a break in the air, and the posture of Shisanlang swooping down remained unchanged, and his fists were like the wind.

"Ahh

Chen Shan let out a desperate roar, although it was no longer powerful, it was the strongest voice he had burst out at the cost of his life.

"Peng!"

"Bang bang bang!"

At some point, the sound of the impact changed, because Chen Shan had fallen from a high altitude to the ground, and then sank to the ground.

He was still struggling, trying to jump out of the waist-down pit of the snow, and he was afraid, he did not dare or want to make contact with the other again, he just wanted to run away from this sinful land, never to return.

Chen Shan regretted it, regretted the past, regretted today's actions, and regretted that he didn't contact this young man who wanted his life earlier. If he could understand it thoroughly in advance, no, as long as he knew a little more, he believed that he would be able to make a wise choice and not end up like this.

What's the use?

"Peng!"

There was another four-fist collision, and Thirteen Lang seemed to urge Yama to ram Chen Shan's entire person close to the ice and soil, leaving only a white-haired and messy head exposed to the snow, which was extremely desolate.

His hands were useless, he couldn't lift them, and his almost demented gaze stared into the air, watching the figure bounce high and fall like an arrow.

His expression did not change in the slightest, calm, indifferent, and his eyes were slightly excited, but not because of Chen Shan, nor because of bloodlust.

What changed was the stance, and this time, Thirteen Lang did not strike with his fists again, but stomped in the air like a straight javelin.

"I," Chen Shan tried his best to speak.

"Poof!" a crimson flower in the snow.

"Dead. Thirteen Lang said the end

(To be continued......)