Corn, a college student, was lucky not to die.

Although this little brother would rather die by himself.

The tall monster staggered and dragged a heavy meteor hammer slowly towards him, only five or six steps away.

Suddenly, after the two sounds of 'clang, clang~', a strange man was already burning.

It turned out that the concubine finally arrived here in time at a critical moment; smashed the Molotov cocktail in his hand into the back of the monster, and in the blink of an eye, this terrifying opponent turned into a fireball that struggled violently.

Just drag the collar of the corn and drag it slightly farther away to avoid being caught in time by the burning fireball waves.

Looking at the corn's eyes without a trace of brilliance, the concubine had a strong depression in her heart, and the question was now, where did she have time to explain the corn?

As she dragged the corn to move, she took another quick look at the battlefield.

It turned out that with Hu Biao, AT, War Elephant, God of Wealth and others, they supported the positions of the left and right battlefields respectively, and the bad people in other areas of Yongning Fang also gradually supported them.

The situation of the entire battlefield has quickly tilted towards their side.

It's just that even so, two more members of the team seem to be dying.

For example, at 7 o'clock, there is a position of fifty or sixty meters; Chen Tang lay on the back of a tall monster and locked one of the opponent's arms with a cross-fix.

At the same time, three or four unscrupulous people gathered around the side, and the long knives and daggers in their hands were desperately beckoning to the monster from the cracks in the armor.

And the throat of the monster's neck has long been stabbed to pieces.

With every breath of that monster, a fine lump of blood foam will appear, and it would have been completely there if it was replaced by a normal person.

But the monster is still struggling to fight.

Burst out and kicked a bad guy around him directly, and the bad guy who was kicked away could see a big lump in his chest and abdomen in mid-air, and he couldn't live when he saw it.

What's even worse is that Chen Tang, who locked up his opponent, has been vomiting blood in the process.

That frequency and amount looks a little scary, and if you don't do it, you will die before your opponent.

At 3 o'clock, sixty or seventy meters away, in the courtyard where a fence had been pushed into, the windmill was facing two strange people who had been killed by her, Yu Hanfeng, and the singer before.

Under the frantic slashing of the Miao knife and the iron halberd, the three of them are now like blood gourds all over their bodies.

In short, after observing the concubine, even if the team wins this battle, they don't know how many casualties they will have to pay in the end.

Finally, he hurriedly took off a half-sleeved shawl on his body, crumpled it into a ball and pressed it against the corn wound.

And he took hold of the corn with his left hand and pressed it, lest the goods bleed to death.

With a thought in her mind, the concubine released two more Molotov cocktails, lit them on the burning man, and rushed in the direction of the singer.

Far away, he shouted out of his mouth: "Song Factory Gong~"

After all, they have teamed up with the concubine to die several times, and there are still singers with such a tacit understanding.

After taking a deep breath, after urging all the internal force, it rolled on the ground in a string; With his unskilled 'ground knife', he slashed at the target's left leg knee three times in a row.

Before he could make the fourth cut, he felt a gust of wind hit his head and face.

Instinctively, he let go of his left hand and blocked his head and face.

It was only after such a move was made, and the singer, who was kicked to the fracture with a 'click' of his left arm, slid out on the ground and went far away.

Fortunately, the price of his fracture was not in vain, and a Molotov cocktail had already smashed in the opponent's chest.

Another strong enemy, which was dealt with......

******

After a long sigh silently in his heart, Jin Mujun knew that he had to leave.

Although he didn't want to do it at all, he knew that even if he escaped with his life, the fate of his return would be terrible; There is a huge unwillingness in my heart, and I can't wait to personally plunge into the battlefield.

You must know that those tall monsters in the eyes of Hu Biao and others are the Yellow Turban wrestlers in their Taiping Road.

Although under the stimulation of drugs, dozens or hundreds of people often die and may not succeed in cultivating one; Even if it is cultivated, the brain is only three or five years old.

But it's not important, it's about being strong.

According to the records in the door, when the great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao raised troops to sweep the world, he often used the elite cavalry of the Han Dynasty to attack, and it took twenty or thirty horsemen to die in battle, or even more, to kill one.

With the other dozens of gold generals and silver generals in the door, under careful planning, even if the elite of the Shence Army, one or two thousand people can win the battle.

But everything that is obviously going to be won, how can it be like this?

But seeing that he was about to lose, he had to leave in order not to be captured alive by these people.

Only by living well can there be other possibilities.

With such an idea, Jin Mujun, who was originally mixed in a group of trembling people, secretly squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the courtyard next door.

After taking a few steps, a voice came from behind him:

"What are you doing kid messing around, don't you want to die? Rest assured that if you wait for a while, Captain Hu and they will be able to kill all these thieves, and they will naturally be able to leave at that time. ”

Hearing this, Jin Mujun simply let go of his speed and began to gallop all the way, which was not half a point slower than the galloping horse.

The person who shouted a sentence just now is an auxiliary person among the bad people.

Relying on their efforts to maintain, there was no stampede among the people; Now seeing this scene, I can't see that this person has a ghost.

Immediately, the man brandished a short knife and chased him out, not to mention, and loudly warned the surroundings, so that the idle bad people chased and intercepted him.

Faced with such a scene, Jin Mujun did not panic at all.

With a wave of his big sleeve, the 'fish intestine' short sword hidden in it was already in his hand.

With his fighting power, these people simply could not stop themselves; And as long as he escaped to that courtyard, he could get into the Mo family and the disciples of the miscellaneous family, and quickly escape from this Anning Fang by digging a tunnel dug together in the past few days.

Otherwise, I really thought that there were so many of them, how could they avoid the strict inspection at the door, and sneak in unknowingly.

And the owners of the relevant houses, some small vendors hiding in the stalls, have long been controlled by them by various means.

But in seven or eight breaths, Jin Mujun had already rushed into the room.

Seeing the hole that had completely collapsed because of the removal of the supporting wood, he immediately cursed in his mouth:

"The shafts of these princes' families are simply not enough to conspiracy~"

What's the situation? It's nothing more than seeing that the situation is not good.

The disciples of the Zhuzi family who came to help with some auxiliary work and would never participate in the fight all ran away in advance.

Not to mention escaping, the tunnel was also blocked by the way.

Because in this way, their peaceful people can attract some of the energy of the pursuers, so that they can escape more calmly.

Miraculously, when he scolded such a sentence, Jin Mujun's face was not so angry.

On the one hand, the main thing is that the other party doesn't do this, and he will do the same after entering the tunnel, so that the other party can be the help of his successful escape.

What 'all the sons and families are in the same breath', this is usually just a matter of talking, but it can be more important than your own life?

On the other hand, there is no such thing as 'you can't put all your eggs in one basket' in this year.

But Jin Mujun has always been known for his thoughtfulness in the Taiping Dao.

Where is there that there is no other way to get out of the way in terms of escape?

Turning his head, he rushed out of the room again and came to the courtyard, and under the wave of the bronze ancient sword in his hand, he killed several bad people on the spot in a blink of an eye.

At the moment of the fight, a bone whistle that was some years old sounded in his mouth.

When the short battle was over, countless exclamations sounded in the mouths of a group of frightened bird-like people in Yongning Fang.

Because a huge golden eagle that was far beyond everyone's imagination, after swooping down from the sky like lightning, a pair of sharp claws hooked behind the leather case under Jin Mujun's shoulder clothes.

Directly with Jin Mujun, who was relatively thin and still had one hundred and thirty or forty pounds, he flew towards the sky.

"Hu Biaoer and others remember, a certain name is Jin Mujun, and today's events will be rewarded." Like a big villain, Jin Mujun, who had already flown to seventy or eighty meters, roared out of his mouth......

(End of chapter)