Yan Nu is acting according to the plan, and is still thinking about how to deal with it.

However, the young generation of the Zhang family's talents, the moves are really exquisite.

Suddenly, a slippery step, taking advantage of Yan Nu's inattention, died behind him.

Everything happened too fast.

Suddenly, the audience fell into dead silence.

Zhang Feng, who stood with his hands in the audience, was happy and had a strong general, and his smile instantly became as stiff as being slapped on the wall.

The rangers were also as sluggish as wood carvings, looking directly at the clay-like corpse.

Huang Banyun was even tighter in an instant, and his toes were bent and gripped.

The atmosphere was solidified, as if everyone had stopped breathing.

In the end, it was Yan Nu who was the first to break the silence.

"I really didn't mean to." Yan Nu felt aggrieved.

"......" Old Ghost Feng stopped thinking.

Yan Nu is actually very vegetable, if he doesn't have to bombard in the air, people can show off his clothes so much.

The Thai Emperor's white jade skill automatically counterattacked, which was not strong in the first place, but the stress of 46,170 years of skill was not something that ordinary people could touch.

It's still a cold and soft true qi...... But if that young man practiced Zhongzheng True Qi, and went directly into the sea, he would not die.

It's just weird, Yan Nu doesn't know martial arts.

"Virtuous nephew......" Zhang Feng finally came back to his senses and called out to the young man in the ring in a trembling voice.

However, the young man had already been rushed by the feminine palm power that he accelerated the reflux, and his meridians were completely broken, his qi and blood were retrograde, and his seven orifices bled to death.

He was furious, the Zhang family recruited troops, and the young generation of talents also joined the army, and was about to achieve something in this troubled era, but he died like this?

Yan Nu also said that it was not intentional, who can believe this?

can shock the first-class master to death, who dares to say that it is useless to use all his strength!

In fact, if the fight is really difficult to solve, and he misses for a while and kills someone, Zhang Feng can endure it, and he will take the opportunity to use grace and power to subdue a fierce general.

In this way, although the Zhang family does not have a young talent, there is also a stronger talent.

But in the situation just now, how can it be a mistake?

In Zhang Feng's view, it was more like Yan Nu was deliberately hit by a palm, so as to fight for internal strength.

Then take advantage of the situation to fight back with all your might, and shock people to death with subtle means.

What is it? It's a trap! This has been planned for a long time!

"Dog, dare to make a trick!"

Suddenly, Zhang Feng jumped into the ring, and the real air rotation could be seen visible to the naked eye on the surface of his body, and it was a three-element quenching body.

Cang Langlang pulled out his sword, and the blade of the sword lit up with blue light, spreading out a three-foot sword light, condensing but not dispersing!

"Say! Who sent you! ”

Since Zhang Fengxun thought that since he had been planning for a long time, someone must have assigned him to take the opportunity to kill the Zhang family's talents in the ring.

However, Yan Nu said helplessly: "I went to the ring to get your attention, so that you can feast me in the tent......"

Zhang Feng laughed angrily: "Kill my virtuous nephew, and you still want me to invite you to dinner?" ”

“…… Do you think I still have a chance? Yan Nu stared calmly.

"It's late!" Zhang Feng's eyes were cold.

He stabbed straight with his sword, determined to hit the Yan slave hard first, drag him into the dungeon and torture him slowly.

The cyan sword light drew a straight trajectory in the air, and then burst out of the goose-shaped sword qi, blocking all of Yan Nu's dodge angles.

"Boom!"

The ring shattered, and the powerful shock wave expanded instantly.

Zhang Feng only felt that a flower appeared in front of him, and a hand had already appeared in front of him.

Everyone saw that Yan Nu burst out with amazing energy, and suddenly rushed forward two feet, killing Zhang Feng's side, and a terrifying punch blasted out.

"It's over!" These were Zhang Feng's last thoughts.

At this moment, there are only magnified fists in front of me, and terrifying shockwaves.

Then, the fist stopped in front of him.

It turned out that Yan Nu burst forward again, wanting to kill Zhang Feng and slow down at the same time.

In an instant, Zhang Feng felt a roar in his skull, his eyes were dark, his feet were off the ground, and his body flew upside down involuntarily.

The whole person was like a leaf blown by the wind, dozens of backflips in a row, traversing.

The surging air waves of the torrent swept out for several feet, spreading forward in a fan-shaped wind visible to the naked eye.

Huang Banyun, who was standing behind Zhang Feng, was also affected.

He first shook up, flew backwards for several feet, and then sank his waist, and Deng Dengden retreated dozens of steps, and finally put his foot on the city wall, and then stopped.

Looking at the side again, Zhang Feng had already slapped the root of the city wall, and the wall was full of red cracks, like a blood-filled spider web.

After a while, blood was pouring from the cracks.

"Shhh

The rangers present had numb scalps and broke out in a cold sweat.

Their eyes almost popped out, staring at the Yan slave who was still slipping backwards in a fist-banging position.

Yan Nu ploughed out three feet, and then stood still.

"This, this, this!"

"Amazing Warrior?"

The rangers can't even speak, in their opinion, killing a top master with one punch is not a world-shattering martial artist?

At this time, Yan Nu's hair flew up, his clothes trembled violently, and the strong whirlwind around his body was whistling and blowing.

"Is this the legend...... The momentum is soaring, the sky is hanging down, and the dragon and tiger meet? ”

"He's already quenched in five elements?"

Most of them are not in the stream, some are third-rate, and there are only a very few second-rate masters.

Seeing that the Yan slaves were arrogant, they had no knowledge, and even suspected that this was the so-called 'overwhelming dragon'.

"Bullshit five-element quenching! He doesn't even have a binary! ”

"This son is just too angry! Now set and then continue to be powerless, let go of the arrow! ”

A middle-aged scribe with a white face and beard was furious, he could see that Yan Nu was just too angry, but he didn't know how much.

Some forces will use special methods to cultivate freaks with hundreds of years of skill.

At that time, the first king of the world, Swen, had five hundred years of skill, not only that, but also five yuan quenching body, which was already terrifyingly strong, and he was still a person from the Sword Villa, and he learned the incredibly fast 'Sudden Sword Dao', which was only one sword to kill six immortals, known as 'immortal immortal I am invincible'.

In comparison, the Yan Nu has no dualistic quenching body, although there is a lot of true qi, but it is seriously wasted, and it may not be impossible to kill it if you fight it with a military formation.

The eastern part of the city, located on the inner edge of the castle, is enclosed in an urn city.

In addition to the stairs and battlements leading up to the city wall, there are only two small gates to the exit.

In addition to the hundreds of rangers and village warriors who came to enlist, there were also 500 elite soldiers in armor.

On top of the city walls, there were 200 archers.

The middle-aged scribe forced himself to calm down and immediately ordered someone to release arrows.

"Clusters, clusters!"

The rain of arrows fell, and the strength of the Yan slave soared again, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye to oscillate outward.

"Spare your life!"

"It's none of my business!"

"I'm just here to eat."

The rangers were also affected by the rain of arrows and wanted to escape.

But the exit has been blocked by elite soldiers, and if you look closely, they are all third-rate martial artists.

"Kill!" This army, forming a military formation, was murderous, advancing step by step.

There are elite soldiers in front and flame slaves in the back, and the rangers are caught in the middle, extremely helpless.

And at this moment, Yan Nu stepped out and punched back.

The body suddenly turned red, like a soldering iron, until it shone brightly.

"The Zhang family is kneeling, the surrender is lying down, don't die to stop me!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole person charged like a meteorite, and the air flow behind him was like flying wings.

Seeing this scene, everyone was terrified, what is this? He's a youkai!

The middle-aged scribe was shocked, he didn't know how to tell how much true anger this was.

"Block! Stop him! The middle-aged scribe ordered again and again.

The rangers ignored him and lay on his stomach.

The five hundred elite soldiers, although they were strictly disciplined, were numb in their scalps, and they did not dare to fight the enemy, so they scattered to both sides.

Suddenly, this team kept moving sideways, turning into two phalanxes on the left and right, vacating the middle position.

However, Yan Nu was not a spur at all, and when he flew halfway, he actually began to spin in circles!

"Whew!"

Yan Nu's arms spread out, drawing crimson arcs, and instantly bombarded the energy from both sides of his body, causing himself to spiral.

At the same time, a stream of water descended from the sky, causing the vine armor to secrete oil, and a fire instantly ignited on his body.

And that stream of water also transpired into steam, and expanded violently.

Yan Nu drove the flames and steam with his strength, forming a whirlwind of flames.

"Huh?" The elite soldier who was still murderous just now had a drastic change in his face.

In a hurry, they formed a military formation, and they couldn't hide far at all, and most of them were involved in the rapidly approaching flame gyroscope in front of them.

"Boom!"

A rock suddenly towered in front of it, blocking the Flame Slave and causing it to crash into it.

Under the astonishing collision, the shock wave was even more excited, and the gravel was scattered everywhere.

The blazing flames, the scorching water vapor, and the swept gravel smoke and dust were all strangled together with the warriors of the Zhang family for a while.

A man rolled, flames swept away, armor and flesh blooming like flowers.

The center of the collision can be described as a whirlwind cloud.

It took a few breaths before it slowly dissipated.

In the afterglow of the whirlwind, Yan Nu was in tatters, with his hair scattered and his feet barefoot.

He cut through the smoke and slowly walked out.

"You...... Are you the bald Ark? ”

The middle-aged scribe's face changed again and again, almost distorted. Who will attack Zhang Jiajun this year, who else can it be if it is not the bald family?

Seeing Yan Nu's combat strength, he suddenly remembered the terrifying Battle of Jishui in the north.

I thought it was an exaggerated legend of the defeated army, but now I feel that maybe it's true.

"The Bald Clan is here? Why is there no news at all......"

"Why haven't the alarm bells sounded yet?"

The middle-aged scribe shuddered and turned his head to run.

But outside the passage behind him, suddenly two teams of rattan armor soldiers with stiff and cold expressions walked in and blocked the way.

Looking at the city wall again, the archers who fired their arrows had fallen at some point.

And the alarm bell was firmly entangled by a vine.

"Ah......h

"There are monks!"

When the people present saw this scene, their hearts were all cold.

A monk took down the urn city regardless of the red dust and fire?

Some demons in the north merged with Hu Man to conquer the city. The bald family, it's really the bald family!

"You, you, you......"

The middle-aged scribe saw that he couldn't run away, and Yan Nu approached step by step, and finally couldn't bear the pressure.

He hurriedly knelt down: "I am the Sima of the Zhang family's rear army, in charge of the garrison in the city, and I am willing to vote for the bald hair clan to become the king!" ”

"Please spare your life! Your Highness, please spare your life! ”

Yan Nu stopped, looked left and right, and really turned to leave.

The middle-aged scribe was overjoyed and hurriedly stood up and followed.

Seeing that Yan Nu was walking towards the other remnant warriors who were not caught in the fire whirlwind, the middle-aged scribe shouted: "Don't meet His Royal Highness the prince of the Bald Clan!" ”

The remaining warriors no longer dared to fight, and when they saw that Shangguan had surrendered, they could only kneel down and bow their heads.

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