In front of the carriage, the bald man smiled and stretched out a finger and shook it at the leader. He wiped the wound on his arm with his hand, and the sword wound healed.

The leader was slightly stunned, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and cut down the two heavy riders who tried to come to the rescue.

At this moment, there was a loud bang in the sky, and countless lights fell like fireflies, and everyone hurriedly looked up. The illusion of the bluebird and the crow fighting in the sky gradually faded, as if the oil had run out of oil under the evenly matched.

The arrogant blue bird and the fierce crow chose to die together.

In the sky, two bands of black and red clouds, pulling long trails, collided with each other. In the roar, the sparks splashed everywhere, and the brilliance was brilliant and gorgeous.

The leader frowned, his face was a little ugly, as if he was in some pain, and his sword-wielding arm was trembling slightly. The disappearance of the crow's illusion has apparently affected itself.

Seeing this, the old man with the token in hand was about to turn around and strike, but the drumming stopped, and the heavy riders began to stagger again, and were suppressed by the chirping of other crows in the sky. In desperation, he had to beat the drum while nervously paying attention to the battle situation next to the carriage.

The leader looked at the strong man who was blocking the front of the car like a stone wall, frowning slightly, how could he catch the woman in the car without breaking through this barrier.

Slowly raised the ink sword, the tip of the sword pointed at the strong man, and the next moment, the place where the leader was standing sank more than a foot, and the person had disappeared. When he reappeared, the tip of the ink sword had already reached the chest of the strong man.

The long sword pierced into the strong man's chest, but it felt as obscure as a square talent, as if it was pierced into the gravel, and the further back it went, the grit became more and more compact, stopping the castration of the long sword.

The leader was slightly surprised, what kind of magic did this strong man practice, he could turn his flesh and blood into sand, and the power of regeneration was so strong. In this way, the presence of swords and the like can hardly cause substantial damage to them.

Unwillingly, the leader avoided the strong man's attack, and his body flew like a butterfly, stabbing at the strong man's vital point. No matter how powerful the magic is, there is a limit, and as long as it exceeds this limit, it will be difficult to withstand these injuries.

Although the strong man was tall and had a hard physique, he finally lost his flexibility, and under the fierce attack of the leader, he was soon covered with wounds all over his body.

After a long time, some blood flowed down some wounds, and it was obvious that the protection of the magic had reached its limit. If it goes on like this, there is no need for the leader to attack again, and the strong man will have to fall by himself. Even so, the strong man still guarded the carriage like an iron tower, and in addition to dealing with the leader's attacks, he had to occasionally drop arrows attacking the carriage.

The leader attacked again, and the strong man wiped the blood from his face, roared and slashed out the giant axe in his hand. The axe was so powerful that a flash of fire flashed where it passed. A huge wave of air enveloped the sand and gravel, whistling and crashing into the leader.

Seeing the ferocity, the leader crossed his arms and retreated quickly to protect the front door. Suddenly, the ground cracked beneath it, and a huge fist of sand emerged from the ground and struck the leader.

Caught off guard, the leader flew straight out like a projectile, and his body slammed into the earth, and a deep pit appeared on the ground.

In the dust, the leader walked out of the pit, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and smiled: "I didn't expect that you, a stupid big man, turned out to be an earth attribute, and you would have such a means, careless." After coughing twice, the chief's throat was sweet, and he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Come again, as long as my blood hasn't dried up, you don't want to hurt a cold hair of your nobleman." The strong man was covered with bruises, but he was still standing.

"Alright, then I will fulfill your reputation for loyalty." The leader chuckled, he already clearly felt that the strong man would not last long.

The strong man punched the ground, and huge fists continued to rush out from the ground next to the leader. The long sword in the leader's hand was cold, and a sword was slashed, and his fist shattered.

The two of them had been together for a long time, but they were both tired. Especially the strong man, his body is shaky, and his qi and blood are exhausted.

At this time, the remaining heavy riders saw that they could not participate in the battle between the two, and re-targeted the rest of the somewhat languished Raven-faced people. Xiang Qi raised his sword high and slapped his chest continuously, and the other heavy riders followed suit.

"Kill, kill, kill." The shouts and killings of more than a dozen people actually overwhelmed the roar of crows and tigers, and an invisible aura escaped from Xiang Qi and floated towards the other heavy riders. The rest of the heavy riders also exuded a similar aura, gradually connecting with the upward one.

The people present clearly perceived that these heavy riders were different, but it was unclear what was different. It's like iron sand, condensed into a sharp blade, and this sharp blade is conscious.

The leader also felt the change in the heavy cavalry, and his face changed drastically, and for the first time since the battle, he felt panic. It's not that they are worried about their own safety, but that those crows that have been trained hard may be strangled and killed.

Glancing at the strong man who was kneeling on one knee and was already at the end of the crossbow, the leader secretly exerted his strength, and a black mist suddenly shrouded around him, and black flames rose from the ink sword, "Die." As he spoke, the leader leaped high and slashed at the strong man with a golden face.

The blade fell, and the strong man had no power to fight back, and glanced at the carriage with some guilt.

With a loud bang, a red long knife stretched out from behind the carriage and took the attack of the long sword. The leader's arm was sore, and when he looked up, he saw a man with a red light on his body, holding a knife in one hand, blocking his fatal blow.

This person was Zhang Yuan, who had returned from reconnaissance, and seeing that the strong man's life was hanging by a thread, he rushed out to block the opponent's lore. At this time, Zhang Yuan was not like his usual appearance, his blood was steaming, his face was vicissitudes, and there was a phantom shadow covering his body.

Looking closely at his eyes, a sense of remoteness came, as if someone had crossed the river of time and was looking at the present world from thousands of years ago.

"Who are you?" The leader put his sword at his side and asked in a deep voice.

"Zhao Guobao, Zhang Yuan, the army of Anjun." Zhang Yuan's voice was hoarse and replied calmly.

What the hell, this is Zhang Yuan, Wu Gan, who followed the return, and the sand pestle glanced at each other, when did this old mallet still have such a hand. For a long time, Wu Jian always regarded Zhang Yuan as a big brother, with mediocre force, and he was promoted to the position of tun chief by relying on hard work.

But today's Zhang Yuan seems to have changed a person, what does it feel like, it is heavy, like a statue in the temple, under the accumulation of years, it has its own charm and awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Zhang Yuan in this state, Wu Gen thought that it was difficult to fight. Not to mention force, it is the majestic and profound sense of oppression that makes me a little afraid.

The leader also felt Zhang Yuan's might, "I never thought that there would be an existence like you in the small Xiang army, but today I really miscalculated." Sure enough, the hero Mo asked the source, and the countryside also crouched tiger, hidden dragon.

Today, do you have to stop me, for the sake of this noble man who is above your head on weekdays. Such a cowardly person who shrunk in the car, is it worth fighting to the death? He pointed his sword at the carriage.

"My Zhang family has been on the border for Zhao for a hundred years, and I am loyal to Zhao Guo, since she is a noble person of Zhao State, I can't allow you to kill at will, it's useless to say more, let my subordinates see the truth." Zhang Yuan raised the saber in his hand.

This knife is a common configuration in the army, almost everyone has one, which can be described as extremely ordinary. But at this time, in his hand, the blade was dyed with a layer of red, and the murderous aura was soaring. It can be seen that the knife method is all the way, and it is the people, not the tools, that are important.

"Okay, then let me teach you your sword." The leader's sword was raised flat to his side, and his face was a little strange under the reflection of the black flames.

Both disappeared at the same time, and when they reappeared, they were already in the air. Swords intersect, sparks splash everywhere. The two looked at each other silently, their eyes like torches, but they did not give in to each other. Under the blow, Zhang Yuan and the leader each flew in the opposite direction.

Zhang Yuan held the knife on the side of his head with both hands, his face was solemn, and his face was gradually covered with a layer of red. The opponent is very strong, and there is a strange power between the shots, this power is transmitted to itself through the knife, and the blood qi is slightly disordered.

Just as he wanted to attack again, he saw the leader quickly sweeping backwards and running towards his subordinates.

It turned out that at this time, Xiang Qi had led a heavy cavalry to rush towards the Raven-faced Man.

At this time, the heavy cavalry, more than a dozen people were like a whole, and their strength was several times greater than that of Fang Cai. With such a miraculous blessing, and the fact that the Raven-faced Man had not fully recovered at this time, the heavy cavalry was like a hot knife cutting fat, and in one fell swoop, the formation of the Raven-faced Man was shattered, and under the cold light, the opponents everywhere they went to the ground.

Seeing his subordinates being slaughtered, the leader was so anxious that he couldn't take care of Zhang Yuan anymore, and wanted to withdraw and return to save him.

The strong man reclining on the carriage spoke at this time: "I'll trap him." As he spoke, he plunged his hands into the earth, his eyes widened, and the blood on his arms poured into the sand beneath his feet.

The ground trembled, surging like waves of water, and cracks appeared. Around the leader, a stone wall as strong as gold and iron appeared, rumbling around it.

The leader sneered and jumped out. The strong man stepped heavily on his left foot, and a stone slab the size of several zhang flew up from the ground, flew to the leader's head and pressed down heavily. Suddenly the dust flew, the rocks pierced through the air, and the leader was smashed down.

The stone wall squeezed towards the middle, and there was a sound of hitting from inside, and deep sword marks appeared on the wall.

The strong man's forehead was exposed, and his hands were struggling to paddle in the soil. The stone wall twisted and wrapped around the leader like dough, forming a huge mass of stone.

"Click, click, click......" A crack appeared on the stone mass, and black gas seeped out of it. With a bang, the rubble flew wildly, and the leader jumped out of it, his hair in a bun. As soon as he landed, something suddenly caught his feet.

I saw a long tongue sticking out of the earth, firmly binding the leader's legs and feet. Immediately after, countless prismatic stone projectiles flew out of the earth and shot towards the leader.

As soon as they reached the leader's side, the stone projectiles exploded. Caught off guard, the leader was blown up, and the black clothes on his body were torn, revealing a huge crow's head tattoo on his chest.

Before the leader could react, a large hole appeared in the ground, and the long tongue pulled it into the earth. As soon as he entered the earth, the entrance to the cave was sealed, and the leader was buried in the ground.

The strong man beside the carriage was overjoyed, and pressed his giant palm to the ground, and where the leader disappeared, the ground quickly became as hard as iron.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and finally sealed this man in the ground, although he did not know his life and death, but with this opportunity, he could kill his subordinates. As for the crows in the sky, it shouldn't be a problem to have a black tiger to support it.

Right here, the ground trembled, and cracks appeared on the ground. Suddenly, the ground exploded, and the figure of the leader reappeared, exclaiming, "Little thief dares." The long sword swept hard, and the long tongue wrapped around its body was severed, and the sword qi did not decrease, slashing towards the ground, and where it passed, a deep ravine appeared.

Wu Gan, who was watching the battle, took a breath of cool air and felt a pain in his flesh, this tongue was cut off, how painful it was.

A person emerged from the ground in the distance, it was the thin man who showed Wu Yan his long tongue that day. I saw that he withdrew his long tongue, sucked it a little, and when he stretched it out again, the long tongue was as intact as before.

"Hey, hey, hey." The thin man squatted on the ground and laughed a few times, nothing happened, obviously the sword qi did not hit the vital point, turned around and jumped, and disappeared into the ground.

The leader had no heart to fight again at this time, so he reached out to take the blow of Zhang Yuan, who was tracking, and jumped back into the middle of the crow-faced man with the power of this recoil.

Looking at his scattered subordinates, the leader's face was resentful, and he reached out and took out a conch from his arms.