Dressed in armor and armed with a spear, the prancing horse field is criss-crossed.

Perhaps this is a scene that many teenagers have dreamed of.

Different from the previous solo fighting or fighting in the rivers and lakes, rushing into battle with such a posture is also a novel experience for Yunluo.

It is no longer a sword in his hand, but a gun;

What he wears is no longer a green shirt, but a pair of armor.

The parrot in the wild goose hill did not lie to himself, the armor on his body and the Liquan gun in his hand were indeed not ordinary.

The previous cultivator suddenly blew himself up, and in a panic, Yunluo could not avoid it, and Lu Qi was still beside him.

Fortunately, I remembered this armor and made a bet.

The self-explosion of a Knowing Destiny Realm cultivator, the massive amount of true yuan in the golden pill was instantly released, even if Yunluo and Lu Qi had a physique comparable to that of a real dragon, most of them would end up seriously injured.

In fact, at that time, the surging force hit Yunluo's back and slammed into it, and the first feeling in his heart was also bad.

But before those feelings of regret and frustration could brew, a burst of light flashed on the armor, instantly turning the huge force onto the entire armor.

Yun Hou's back was shocked, and his throat was sweet, but he was overjoyed, because he keenly noticed that nearly half of his strength had been dissipated by the armor.

This is why there is the next rush to kill, and in this process, the Liquan gun in his hand makes Yunluo's heart even more happy.

The first thing a cultivator's blade is the strength of the true element output, followed by those such as material, weight, hardness, etc.

This Liquan gun made Yunluo find the feeling of holding the mountain and river sword, and even surpassed it.

You must know that the Shanhe Sword is the sword of Jiang Taixu in the past, and the Liquan Spear can be stronger than the Sword Cultivation Sword with the strongest lethality in terms of true yuan output, which shows its preciousness.

Not only was the true element not reduced by the gun, but it seemed to have an amplifying effect.

The tip of the spear shimmered with silver light, making the armor on the sergeants in front of him look like papier-mâché.

As soon as you sweep, it is an open field, which is the most suitable for trapping.

The king of a hundred soldiers, worthy of his name.

He danced a spear flower without a teacher, swept away a rain of arrows that flew in, bowed his body slightly, raised the spear sideways, and focused his scorching eyes on Wang Jujun in the middle of the crowd!

Wang Jujun's expression went from the initial victory in his hands, to the faint uneasiness when he ordered people to surround and kill, and then to this moment, he was already frowning.

When he met Yunluo's cold eyes coldly, Wang Jujun was cold, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast.

"Protect the General!"

"Protect the General!"

"Protect the General!"

The surrounding sergeants poured in this direction again, blocking the path of Yunluo's advance.

Wang Jujun did not escape, and those who can be entrusted with such a heavy task will not be so cowardly.

He is going to be here, using his body as bait, and consuming the Ling family to death here.

"The remnants of the Ling family, Lao Tzu is here, if you have a kind, come and kill me!haha!"

Accompanied by arrogant laughter, Wang Jujun's words penetrated the battlefield and reached Yunluo's ears.

Yunluo was furious,

shouted wildly: "Wang Jujun, I will take your head on the dog today!"

Flesh and blood were flying, stumps were everywhere, and Yunluo, who was deeply encircled, was covered in blood, and still only advanced a little.

and Wang Jujun, separated by countless figures.

At the same time, there were more soldiers converging between Wang Jujun and Yunluo.

The armor has been replaced by Yunluo on Lu Qi's body, and he is the first to bear the brunt, lacking armor protection, and there are already several arrows and several knife wounds on his body.

And the backbone of the old Ling family and the rebel army behind him, even if they were taken care of by Fu Lin, they would inevitably be injured.

Wang Jujun and the cultivator guarding him glanced at each other, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

Suddenly, a scream rang out in the air, and a signal firework swayed and rose.

The tip of Yunluo's spear turned sharply, pulled the horse's head, and slashed obliquely against the heavy encirclement beside Wang Jujun, piercing out, just in the direction of the fireworks.

The troops who were quickly approaching Wang Jujun in front were stabbed out of the side by Yunluo, and they were scattered before they could adjust their shape.

On the other side of the line, a large bald head suddenly appeared, smiling and throwing an unremarkable punch.

The fist is like the wind, cutting off the forward team.

Yunluo suddenly felt that his eyes were empty, and he hurriedly rushed out with everyone behind him.

"Bastard!

Wang Jujun scolded angrily, it turned out that Yunluo was indeed not stupid, it was he who foolishly thought that he had really angered this young man.

And that messenger fireworks, it seems that there are still people helping?

Wang Jujun was caught off guard, but seeing the opportunity, he immediately ordered the cavalry to catch up.

The big bald head who came to help, waved his hand, took away the Buddha beads and the mallet in the air, and disappeared in place.

So, in the open field not far from the camp in Lingzhou.

A team of more than ten people fled for their lives in front, followed by three or four thousand cavalry, and the tail of the tail chased after them.

The fleeing crowd stooped down, dodging the arrows behind them.

Fu Lin turned his head, clapped his hands continuously, and threw out one by one, each with its own effect, trying to delay the pace of the pursuers.

Wang Jujun was naturally also in the pursuit team, directing the rhythm of the pursuit.

Behind Yunluo, a voice suddenly shouted: "Little lord, the other party's pursuers are getting closer and closer." We can't run like this anymore!"

"Yes, I have to borrow the power of the terrain!"

The two old members of the Ling family reminded Yunluo loudly, and as he ran and looked, he suddenly found a valley on the left-hand side.

"Okay, then let's go to the valley!"

Yunluo drank in a deep voice, pulled the horse's head, and rushed in the direction of the valley, and everyone followed.

Wang Jujun learned about the conversation just now through the cultivators around him, snorted coldly, and commanded the troops to follow closely.

The autumn leaves have withered, and there is not much shade in the sparse woodland outside the valley, but the trunks and branches still somewhat shade the light, making the valley look a little darker.

Wang Jujun frowned slightly, if he didn't know that they were temporarily diverted, chasing the enemy into the valley like this was a taboo in the art of war.

In an instant, he was relieved, his own surprise attack, where did the other party have time to prepare any ambushes.

Not to mention their own early prevention

With this move, scouts were sprinkled around for inspection, and there was no large force at all.

As soon as he thought of this, he whipped his horse whip and shouted: "Soldiers, work harder, and annihilate the enemy!"

The marching procession sped up suddenly.

If you look down from the sky, Yunluo takes the lead, leading a small team of men and horses like a feather arrow, piercing from the mouth of the valley, and then a torrent rushes like water, following closely behind.

Horses' hooves crush fallen leaves, stirring up smoke and dust.

A string of Buddhist beads that had just been taken away seemed to fall out of thin air, and hit the cultivator who had been quietly guarding Wang Jujun's side.

The cultivator didn't dare to slack off, tiptoed, and flew up in the air, dodging the path of the Buddha bead's landing, and at the same time, his palms slapped out one after another, and the Dao Dao True Yuan was either a palm or a fist, both hitting the Buddha bead, trying to change its path.

But there are some things, when the strength is not up to the mark, the effort is useless.

The close contact between the Buddha beads and him is like a fateful arrangement.

So, he was imprisoned by the Buddha beads, and watched the torrent run over the road, and suddenly pulled up a big net, pulling five or six horsemen and horses into the air together.

Looking at the location, it is where Wang Jujun is.

He looked at the big net in shock, what kind of great power did this have! I'm afraid it would be difficult for ordinary cultivators to do it, right?

A figure darted along the rock wall of the valley, then leaped into the air and hurled his spear at the net.

The spear turned into a streamer, piercing through a spot in the net, and sinking into the rock wall in the distance, leaving only a small barrel.

As the person throwing the gun landed steadily, a loud shout rang out, "Wang Jujun is dead, disarm and don't kill!"

The torrent gradually stopped in the commotion, and everyone looked up and looked at the red-faced man in the net of self-struggle, and there was no sound.

In front of everyone, there are so many people in front of him, and the commander was hung up and stabbed to death like this?

A man who looked like a general suddenly shouted, "Brothers, we have so many ......"

Halfway through his words, a feathered arrow pierced his throat accurately.

In the crowd, another person quietly hid behind the bystanders, shouting, "Let's kill them......"

A feathered arrow was like lightning, burrowing through the gap in the armor on its back, stabbing it in the heart, and the sound stopped.

No one would give up so easily.

Almost at the same time, three people raised their arms and shouted, "Brothers......"

Three feathered arrows pierced into three different throats at the same time, like long eyes.

So, there was no more sound.

Yunluo took the opportunity to shout, "Friends, brothers. I don't want you to serve me personally, I want you to serve your own hearts! On the land under our feet, there are still countless enemies of the Northern Abyss with blood on their hands waiting for us to fight and expel them from their homeland, that is what we should do, defend the homeland, protect the homeland, and expel the murderers, instead of killing each other here! Don't worry, as long as we drive them away, I will immediately let you return to the imperial court!"

As if echoing the words of the falling clouds, the valleys on both sides waved violently

Many flags, accompanied by shouts, seem to have thousands of troops and horses in ambush.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the sound of knives and guns falling to the ground gradually sounded, and then joined together.

The practitioner trapped by the beads closed his eyes in despair.

Lu Qi and Fu Lin, who were at the front, both breathed a long sigh of relief.

Yunluo's face was as usual, and he waved his hand gently, and the big net slowly landed.

Except for Wang Jujun, the rest walked out of the net and also threw down their swords and arrows.

Wang Jujun's abdomen was pierced with a huge circular opening, and he had already lost his breath.

His face was full of panic and horror of shattered ambitions.

But there is no regret that I didn't regret at the beginning, and I really damn it.

Under Fu Lin's orders, the remaining old Ling family immediately took the opportunity to divide these cavalry into small teams.

Each person leads a team, and at the same time, a leader is assigned at random for the time being, and the leaders at all levels are re-identified after returning to the camp.

These moves were all methods that Ling Jiajun had figured out after repeated practice, and they had their own profound meanings.

Fu Lin picked two people at random, and said with a smile: "You two go to the viewing platform, inform the remaining soldiers and horses, let them stand by in place, and after General Wang settles this side, they will turn back." You know what to say, right?"

The two looked at each other, then nodded.

Fu Lin's palms suddenly appeared two talismans, looking at the two of them, "You two each drop a drop of blood on this." ”

The two had no choice but to do as they were told, biting their fingertips, only to see a drop of blood, and the originally ordinary talisman suddenly flashed a bloody light, which automatically stuck to the two of them.

"These two talismans are called blood oath talismans, as long as you two break your word, you will be immediately attacked and killed on the spot. Go for it."

Watching the two horses walk away, Fu Lin nodded at Yunluo, and took those backbones of the rebel army to gallop towards the camp, taking over and taking over the soldiers and horses of the camp.

Yunluo bowed his hand slightly to the surroundings, temporarily expressed his gratitude, didn't care about greetings, and took Lu Qi and everyone to take care of the pawns.

In the big tent of the Chinese army in the Lingzhou camp, there were two men who each occupied a desk and were sitting opposite each other drinking.

One of the men put down the wine bowl, let out a hearty moan, wiped his mouth casually, and looked out of the tent, "Calculate the time, the eldest brother's side should be almost over." ”

The man opposite stretched out two fingers, picked up a fried golden bean, put it in his mouth, squinted and chewed, "Don't worry, brother-in-law has been planning for a long time, and tens of thousands of people can't handle more than ten or twenty people?" And there are several masters of the imperial court." ”

He was half-lying and stretched his hands and feet, "Finally, this play is over, and we can sit together and drink well." ”

The two are Wang Jujun's younger brother and brother-in-law, and the two relatives who were contaminated with blood mold in the mouths of the crowd.

The man's smile suddenly became obscene, "When you say, when the time comes, how about letting the eldest brother give us that holy maiden to play?"

"Yes, if you have the guts!"

The two glanced at each other, stood up suddenly, and shouted, "What person!"

Because the sound comes from outside the tent.

Fu Pro should be the first to walk in, will be one

The sergeant who tried to stop kicked him and killed him instantly!

Instantly calm the audience.

The hearts of the two sank, and they looked at the backbone of the righteous army behind Fu Lin, and tried to use the love and righteousness of the year.

was sprayed back by a few mouthfuls of spit from these rebel backbones.

Damn, Wang Jujun doesn't miss our lives, and we still tell him about our feelings!

Tie up these two fools who are still dreaming here, and these people who are already in the rebel army can easily take over the power of the army.

Before leaving, Fu Lin turned his head as if he felt something, and at the other end of the camp, there was a master and two servants standing in the middle, slowly bowing towards him.

Fu Lin was determined and drove the horse away.

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