Yu Bu gritted his teeth and led his troops to rush to the front of the city, and another short spear exploded in the air, and the hazy water mirror with the color of lead and mercury seemed to be full of food and drink, and the burp dissipated like curling green smoke, revealing the calm Confucian robe boy behind the water mirror.

The speed of the short spear thrown from a closer range was still better, and the three-edged blood groove on the short spear tore out a terrible scream in mid-air, and the Confucian robe boy finally did not look down on people anymore, and only used a breath of majesty in his chest to resist the enemy, and raised a finger very face-savingly.

The index finger suddenly turned green and jade, and the tip of the finger was against the tip of the oncoming short spear, which was like a lit firecracker in an instant.

The rain of locust-like spears stopped, and there wasn't even a scratch on the belly of the jade-colored fingers.

Ready to desperately bite the tip of his tongue in horror, this is the sanctification of the flesh?

Does this still have to be fought?

The wind whined under the hooves of the beast, blowing a few strands of black silk on Chang Xi's sideburns, he slowly closed his eyes, vaguely remembering that the last time he faced a similar battle, he was still killed in the rain under Guanyin Mountain when he was just starting out, and it turned out that so much time had passed unconsciously.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly wondered if Cheng Yao was doing well now.

Yu Bu, who lost more than half of the people without touching the corner of the man's clothes in this Confucian robe, was already in a hurry, and the magic power at the bottom of the box was attached to the knife, which had the potential to split the mountains and split the ground.

There was no astonishing momentum, and the man in the Confucian robe with his eyes slightly closed held the sword in his hand, took a step forward, and gently handed it forward with a hand that held the hilt of the sword.

The hustle and bustle in front of the city gate stopped for a moment, and then rose to the sky.

I have a sword spirit to make a long song.

The 300 people who threw themselves into the sky turned into a rain of blood and sprinkled the earth, and the yellow sand was stained with blood and mud.

The huge battlefield, both the enemy and the enemy, were so shocked that they were speechless.

The high-spirited Jiang Meisheng was instantly knocked from heaven to hell, and the leader of the five generals who had suffered under the sword of the black-armored woman saw that the people and horses he had worked hard for many years turned into flesh and blood all over the ground, and he immediately lost his mind, and was picked off by the terrifying black long sword of high grade in the hands of the black-armored woman, and his heart was pierced by the sword thousands of times in the snap of his fingers, and the corpse with a hole in the shape of a human fell into the air.

The black-armored woman, who was about colder than King Yama's, walked towards the corpse, cut open Jiang Meisheng's chest with a sword, stirred up the filthy flesh, and sneered, "How can you also have a heart of the same color as us?"

Cao Zhi is dressed in a thin veil and a man wearing a heavy floating armor several times, Cao Zhi is proud of her "silk" and "cocoon" two unique techniques, from life to death are wandering under the man's body she somehow opened the mind, can the restless blood in the other party's body like a match "silk", after the blood is evacuated, and then the whole person "peels off the cocoon" to slowly enjoy it.

In order to practice such evil techniques that are contrary to the way of heaven, I don't know how many hard-working women and men in Langya County have been stripped of their cocoons and concocted into spectators in her backyard.

Cao Zhi's eyes glanced at the "dragon yu", where there was a man she had wanted to torture with the most cruel cocoon peeling technique in her life, and then put her mouth into her stomach.

The blood in the corpses around the gauzy woman was "drawn" past, and it floated densely around her like a red rope, and the woman's fingers flicked, and the red rope jumped up like a poisonous snake.

A lone Yanzi battalion soldier reacted slowly, and was bypassed by the red rope in a treacherous arc, penetrating the fragile neck that happened to be exposed, the red rope skillfully peeled off the flesh, and immediately burst into blood flowers in the Futu armor, and the life that was still fresh in the last breath was gone, and the Futu armor that had lost the support of the flesh skeleton knelt down heavily, and it was actually better to die than fall!

The surrounding soldiers of the Yanzi battalion quickly worked together in pairs to deal with the vicious red rope, and at the same time destroyed the coordinated formation between the vicious woman and the enemy, and the battalion leader personally dealt with her.

The feminine spiritual power in the palm of the grass child danced with a red rope and enveloped the burly man in front of him who dared to compete with her alone, the burly man was shocked by the feminine but strong red rope and retreated, he cultivated a few steps away from this exposed woman, but how could the iron body forged by the harshest quenching and horizontal refining method fall down so easily?

The burly man shrouded in the shadow of the heavy armor of the Futu in front of her is really evil, no matter how much she teases with the naked grass childishness, she has never been able to extract the blood in this man's body, she can't help but look strange, is this guy a man?

Yan Kun, who was born as a slave and was only dedicated to serving adults, sneered behind the armor, shameless broken shoes, really think he is invincible?

The man on the "Longyu" who personally went out of the county overseer finally got impatient, threw his right hand, and a golden rainbow crossed the battlefield and went straight to the door of the man in the Confucian robe.

The golden Changhong shot was incomparably sharp, and before the gun arrived, a strand of hair on the forehead of the man in the Confucian robe was twisted by the sharp gun, and he turned sideways to make way for Changhong.

The corner of Blood Tu's mouth sneered, how could he not know that the man who was guarding the city alone was the mastermind behind this cave, although several of this person's subordinates had some abilities that could make him eye, but as long as this guy in the Yuan Infant Realm chose to bow his head, the overall situation was decided.

He didn't mind showing his true strength in the second half step of the Transformation God Realm.

The golden rainbow passed by the man in the Confucian robe, and just when everyone thought that the golden rainbow would break through the city, the rainbow stopped at the side of the man in the Confucian robe without warning, and a powerful palm of blue jade color grasped the barrel of the gun, not moving at all.

The man in the Confucian robe didn't even take a step back, solid as gold.

The golden spear of not low grade was bent and kneaded at will in Chang Xi's hands, and finally smelted into a puddle of golden soup, flowing from his fingers to the ground, Chang Xi raised his head and smiled, the voice was not loud, but it could clearly reach the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

"Lord Commander, if you have no other means, please leave your storage bag and that of the three thousand army, and go back wherever you came from. ”

Chang Xi said harmlessly and seriously: "I came here with an olive branch, and I also ask the county guard not to let the olive branch slip out of my hands." ”

The blood slaughter finally laughed angrily, and smashed the dragon with one foot, and the dull sound of shaking the ground overshadowed the noise on the battlefield for a while, and the body refining monk who resisted the eighteen-bar dragon dog on his shoulder whined and exploded into a blood mist, and the burly man with bright armor did not resist the sky but was down-to-earth, one and a half miles, booming and rumbling like rolling thunder on the ground, and the twenty miles in front of the city gate Huangsha Road was violently shaken out of countless cracks by the brute force under the feet of the blood slaughter, but it was comparable to Tianwei alone!

Chang Xi's dust-stained Confucian robe was windless and automatic, and the sea of blood in his chest boiled, echoing a dragon chant that was more thrilling than the thunder under the feet of the blood slaughter, and the golden dragon phantom with hazy ink was hovering high behind him, and Donkey Kong's body was reopened after a long absence.

Chang Xi closed his eyes and opened them again, half golden dragon eyes, half silver cross.