In mid-air, Park Wen wanted to fight with Lao Dao several times, but was stopped by the sword array, and the other party seemed to be determined to pay attention to the time consumed, and dodged the attack again and again with the previous weird stand-in method.

Lao Dao has lived for more than a hundred years, naturally he will not be as enthusiastic as a young man in his twenties and thirties, and Pu Wen The two claws that can no longer be called "hands" are not to be put on display, just after a few confrontations, Lao Dao's robe has been torn off a piece, looking at the neat incisions on it, it is just a matter of tearing his head.

The two have been fighting for so long, the sky has seen dark, and under the deliberate delay of the old way, Park Wen's dragonization has become more and more obvious, and now not only his arms are covered with scales, but even his face has gradually grown golden scales, the most obvious is the forehead, and a pair of dragon horns were born at this time.

Looking at Pu Wen, who was besieged by the sword array, the old Taoist said to himself:

"Boy, you brought all this on yourself, and you can't complain about the old man."

……

In the sword array, a golden sword slashed from Pu Wen's right arm, collided on the thick scales, and sparked, the latter was in pain, and grabbed the golden sword with a backhand with a roar, but the flying sword was extremely flexible, and the hand quickly swam away with one blow, leaving no chance, and the other iron sword seized the opportunity to repeat the old trick at this time, and stabbed towards Pu Wen's back.

A "clang" sound of gold and stone collision sounded, and the iron sword once again slashed through Pu Wen's back with a series of sparks, cutting out a huge hole in his clothes, but there was no blood under the clothes, only a faint flash of golden light.

Lao Dao, who was standing from a distance and watching, narrowed his eyes, and he clearly saw that golden scales had already grown under the other party's clothes, and his defensive power was very amazing.

Park Wen finally had enough of being teased by the flying sword, and waved his hands to the sides vigorously, while raising his head to the sky and roaring.

With his roar, a circle of ripples like a substance spread out on its own side, and after the surrounding flying swords came into contact with the ripples, their travel trajectory was immediately affected, and their flight speed also produced a slight lag.

Pu Wen seized the opportunity, quickly grabbed out with both hands, grabbed the eight flying swords in an instant, and then stepped on it hard, and a loud "bang" sounded, and the speed of his body increased dramatically, and he instantly went towards the old road.

Lao Dao, who was still observing the other party, was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly cast a spell to escape from the place, and at the moment when his body shook, Park Wen arrived with a punch.

……

Among the 300,000 Northern Turkistan troops, as Xiao Hai's sentence "Please Khan to death" sounded, the surroundings suddenly became silent.

Yao Qingyi was about to speak, but his face immediately changed, and he hurriedly shouted at Battle:

"Great Khan be careful."

As soon as the words fell, a sound broke through the crowd, and an arrow headed towards Battle at the back of the group.

As the Great Khan of Northern Turkistan, although Wen Taowu is not as good as his father, the Northern Turkistan royal family has not fallen behind at all in the training of the Northern Turkistan royal family since he was a child, and at this moment, he raised the golden knife in his hand and swept it lightly to resolve the killing machine in this dark place.

Although he casually cut off the arrows in the air, his face was not very good-looking, the words of the Xiao family woman just now were obviously not just to him alone, among the 300,000 soldiers and horses in the entire North Turk South, I don't know how many people had already secretly surrendered to the Xiao family.

This arrow seemed to be a signal, and before Yao Jian could think of a countermeasure, a scream suddenly came from the crowd, and a soldier fell in a pool of blood.

It was a man in a brown fur hat who struck, and after slowly pulling out the steel knife behind his comrade's back, the man raised his arm and shouted:

"Take Dayan Batel, 100,000 fiefs, 100,000 cattle and sheep, 10,000 gold and silver."

After the man in the fur hat finished speaking, some people in the 300,000 army immediately began to echo, and they all drew their sharp weapons in their hands, raised their arms and shouted:

"Take Dayan Batel, 100,000 fiefs, 100,000 cattle and sheep, 10,000 gold and silver." ……

This sight made the new Great Khan stunned for a moment, and looking at the crowd that had begun to kill each other, Battle muttered to himself:

"The Dayan family, is it really so unpopular?"

Dayan Dolan on the side stepped forward and said calmly:

"It's not that the Dayan family is unpopular, in this land that relies on force to speak, there has always been no loyalty at all, the Xiao family gives them more than we give, so they are naturally willing to take risks."

……

Xiao Hai, who was already dressed in a white robe, seemed to be waiting for this result, and re-summoned three flying swords, and his body rushed forward.

Yao Jian and Yuan He's faces were even more ugly than Battle at the moment, their subordinates mutinied, and they also issued a reward to win the Great Khan, which was tantamount to slapping them in the face in public, but the matter had come to this, and the two could only find a way to stabilize the situation first.

When their eyes touched the woman of the Xiao family, they immediately made a decision in their hearts, and there was no need to say anything to discuss, the two of them rushed out almost at the same time and greeted the woman not far away.

……

Lao Dao asked himself to run fast enough, but compared with Park Wen, who was at full speed, he was still a little worse, and at the moment when he was about to escape, he was punched by the other party in the side.

Lao Dao has practiced for many years, and he has some life-saving kung fu by his side, and his right hand is lightly fluttering under his armpit, intending to defuse this blow, but the other party is a false move, and he flicked his backhand between his steps, and the other fist came towards the door of the old road.

In the face of the fist wind that made his face hurt a little, Lao Dao was not flustered, and raised his left hand to protect the door when he retreated, intending to re-apply the old technique to resolve this blow, in his opinion, all this is still under control.

The next moment, a golden shadow flashed, Lao Dao's face changed, and the whole person flew out directly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Park Wen struck a blow, a roar of joy came out of his mouth, his body followed closely, his claws were hard as he went, and the flying swords in his hand immediately made a "click" friction sound.

……

Lao Dao was firmly beaten, and the whole person was still a little dazed, and finally stopped his body, and hurriedly cast a spell again, and cast it four or five times in a row, only then did he distance himself from the other party.

"The old man was careless, and he was calculated by you, the animal."

Lao Dao's figure stood in the air a little shaky, his right hand covering his chest and looking at the extra thing behind the other party's buttocks, his face gloomy.

At this moment, Pu Wen can be said to have completely lost his human form, and he doesn't know when a thick tail will appear on the back of his buttocks.

Pu Wen squatted on the spot, tilted his head to look at the Taoist opposite, and the two dragon whiskers at the corners of his mouth twisted from time to time, looking very weird.

The eight flying swords just now completely lost their brilliance after his torture, and they were thrown by him casually and fell straight down, and the remaining ten flying swords flew to Lao Dao's side, forming a simple sword formation, which was extremely shabby.

Seeing that the other party's words and deeds were no different from beasts, the old Taoist exhaled, and regardless of whether Park asked whether he could understand it, he said in a deep voice:

"It's great enough to force the deity to this part, and now you can be called a fierce beast, and it's not in vain that the deity spends so much effort."

With that, a flying sword flew out of his sleeve, this was his last flying sword, the flying sword was not gold, silver, wood and stone, but a paper sword made of a piece of rune paper.

Lao Dao looked at the flying sword and recalled:

"This is left by the poor Dao master before he ascended, and he can summon the master to project a flying sword, and he can die without regrets."

……

(End of chapter)