Standing on a high place is probably the common preference of the superiors, so that they can overlook the common people and appear superior. The heights are exciting, and there are countless landscapes.

But for Li Keyong, he likes to stand on a high place, just because the high place has a wide field of vision and can perceive changes everywhere, so that he can control the overall situation. For the battlefield generals who dispatch troops, it is a must for every battle, and it has become Li Keyong's habit.

So when Li Ye said the sentence "If there is a kind, you will come down", Li Ke suddenly felt a wave of anger from the bottom of his heart, as if he was standing on a high place, that is, he was showing off his difference and how much advantage he had taken strategically.

"Bastard!" said Lick, holding his spear upside down, leaping from the rooftop, and bowing down to the courtyard, his steps swift, like a tiger and a leopard, and a splash of dust on his heels.

Mo Lao took the first step, he disappeared from the roof, and in an instant he was in front of Liu Dazheng, when he appeared, he was bathed in blue light, and hit Liu Dazheng's chest with a palm, and there was a water-like aura around the palm: "Lost palm!"

There is no giant palm, but no one can doubt the power of this palm.

Liu Dazheng's eyebrows were solemn, he noticed that the old man's cultivation had also reached the eighth layer of qi training, and it was obvious that he had stepped into the eighth layer of qi training for a long time, and his true qi was very strong.

If the previous middle-aged man could break through the battle formation of 300 people with a single sword, then Mo Lao's palm was afraid that he could directly overturn all 300 people.

Mo Lao has an elusive body and a strong true qi, and this palm itself is also unpredictable, it is clearly just a mediocre palm, but it makes Liu Dazheng unpredictable. It was as if what he saw was only a phantom, and he couldn't accurately judge the true position of the opponent's palm, and if he dared to meet it, he was afraid that he would miss the blow.

If this is the case, he will be exploited by the other party, and the opponent's powerful palm will be imprinted on his chest without hindrance!

Even a battle formation of 300 people can overturn a palm, if it hits a person's chest, you can imagine what a terrible consequence it will cause, Liu Dazheng definitely doesn't want to be hit by this palm.

Sensing Liu Dazheng's solemnity, Mo Lao had a smile in the corner of his eyes - that was a sign of self-confidence.

He told Li Keyong before that he would teach Liu Dazheng a lesson, he has lived a long time and can't talk big.

At this moment, Liu Dazheng is in a bad situation, but it is not that there is no way to deal with it.

He can retreat, keep a distance, take a defensive position, and observe while entanglement, which is the most effective way to deal with it.

But he didn't retreat.

He can't retreat.

What is a personal guard?

If there is no way back and cannot take a step back, it is called a personal guard.

Because behind him is the person who the guards are going to protect.

As soon as he retreated, the people behind him were threatened.

Whether it is a battle on the battlefield or a battle in the rivers and lakes, in a frontal hard battle, the personal guards can only die in battle, and cannot retreat.

The pro-soldiers can die, and the main general must be unharmed!

That's what it's all about being a pro-soldier!

As the commander of the pro-army, Liu Dazheng, who has followed Li Xian to fight countless battles, is not without experiencing danger, and he understands this truth more than anyone else.

If you can't retreat, then just go in!

Liu Dazheng took a step forward, mobilized all his aura, used his hand as a knife, and stabbed Mo Lao obliquely at the neck with a hand knife!

Mo Lao's palm technique is profound, he has never seen it, in a hurry, he can't see through the other party's virtual and real changes, and accurately take the other party's palm.

Since I can't take it, I simply don't accept it.

In the chapter of Mo Lao, Liu Dazheng also wants to give the other party a fatal blow.

Wounds for injuries?

No, it's life for life!

Liu Dazheng is not afraid to exchange his life for his life!

Behind him is King An, he has no choice, and he doesn't need to choose!

Sensing Liu Dazheng's intentions, Mo Lao's eyes lit up.

But he didn't come back.

On the contrary, he still sneered in his heart.

In the battle between the rivers and lakes, this kind of move seems to be not afraid of losing both, but in fact, it is just a trick of the weak side, which wants to make the opponent afraid and force the opponent to retreat when there is no way, so as to resolve its own crisis.

As an old Jianghu, Mo Lao has seen a lot of such situations.

Jianghu monks, especially monks with high cultivation, have glory and wealth when they live, who does not spare their lives?

This kind of move is just a desperate pretense to threaten the opponent to retreat.

Needless to say, Liu Dazheng's hand knife was just a false blow, and he was ready to retreat and widen the distance.

Of course, Mo Lao would not let Liu Dazheng's trick succeed.

So he didn't stop his hand, let alone retreat, his palm turned into reality, and he slammed his palm on Liu Dazheng's chest.

The moment he hit Liu Dazheng, Mo Lao should have been proud.

But he didn't.

On the contrary, his expression froze, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Because Liu Dazheng didn't do as he expected, he just wanted to force him back with a false move.

The opponent's hand knife, heavy as a mountain, slashed at his neck!

Bang, bang, two muffled sounds, almost at the same time!

Both of them turned pale.

Mo Lao's palm slammed into Liu Dazheng's chest, and Liu Dazheng's hand knife slashed at Mo Lao's neck, and the moment both of their clothes were stirring backwards, Li Keyong, who was holding a spear and his eyes full of warlike intent, was crossing the threshold and rushing into the courtyard gate.

On the side of the courtyard door, Song Jiao, who was leaning against the door frame, was slightly purple robed because of a gust of wind that Li Ke rolled up with a rush. She lowered her eyebrows, didn't make a move to stop Li Keyong, and let the other party run past in front of her, as if she didn't see him.

Song Jiao's eyes reflected the figure of a monk dressed in a robe and holding a magic wand, still standing on the roof.

That's her opponent.

Li Keyong rushed in front of Li Ye, the spear was picked up from under the armpit, and stabbed straight at Li Ye's face, his shot was simple and direct, and he took the most effective offensive moves, and the blade went the shortest distance.

The spirit wind centered on the blade of the spear, and poured wildly and quickly on both sides against the direction of the spear's piercing, which made the spear that pierced straight into look extremely sharp, as if in front of it, even if it was a heavy shield of gold and stone, it would be pierced by the spear to make a hole.

"Wu Na Bird, are you afraid?!" Li Ke shouted loudly, his eyes were full of murder, and the corners of his mouth were happy, "Don't retreat if you have a kind!"

He shouted this sentence, obviously because he was shooting at himself, and he was extremely confident, as if he had seen Li Ye spitting blood from his mouth.

Of course he had confidence, because he didn't keep his hand and thundered a blow.

With his thunderous blow, he killed the main generals in the army and destroyed the masters of the rivers and lakes.

As a veteran general who is accustomed to battlefield battles, I don't know how many enemies died under his spear. If you pile up their corpses, I'm afraid it can form a small mountain.

His strength has countless lives as a foreshadowing, and his achievements are recorded in the book of military orders!

On the north side of Yin Mountain, on the other side of the Great Wall, the grassland tribes who have been committing crimes for many years clearly know the weight of Li Ke's name, and they have an unforgettable memory of this spear with shining runes!

Li Keyong was in front of Li Ye, his eyebrows were calm, and in the face of the thunderous blow that was cultivated with countless blood and lives in the battlefield killing, he was not half moved, but just pulled out Lu Gu's sword.

With a bang, the moment Lu Gu's sword was unsheathed, there was a loud sword groan.

The sword is circulating, like a dragon going out to sea, soaring in the air.

Li Ye also stabbed a straight sword.

is different from Mo Lao's moves, he and Li Ke used no tricks, and some of them were just indomitable killing spirits.

"Sword Qi Gives Birth to Lotus!"

Li Ye knows that today's battle will not last long, because what the two sides want to divide is not only victory and defeat, but also life and death.

After Qinglian, Li Ye's face looked a little hazy, but his voice was extremely clear: "Whoever retreats first will lose!"

"Come!"

The long sword and spear hit each other without any fancy fancy, the spiritual air flow was scattered like a meteor, the roar was powerful through the golden stone, and the sound of gas explosions was everywhere around the two of them, and the dust was flying like fog.

Wang Li, Shangguan Chengcheng and others in the courtyard, seeing Li Keyong coming, had already shown their magic weapons and were ready to make a move.

But before they could make a move, they felt stiff and unable to move. The body seemed to have turned into a stone, and the aura in the sea of qi seemed to be sealed, and it couldn't be mobilized for half a minute.

Not only the two of them, but also the other officials of Chang'an Mansion are like this.

Inside and outside the courtyard, one or twenty monks all stood in place, unable to step a single step.

In front of each of them, there is a solemn Buddha statue, the Buddha statue bathed in golden light, I don't know its big, I don't know its breadth, I only see it covering the sky and the sun, occupying the whole world, there is supreme majesty, people can't help but bow and worship.

The monk who had cultivated at the bottom and was not in a strong mind had already knelt down directly, bowing to the ground and trembling all over.

Wang Li and Shangguan Chengju were all pale, gritting their teeth and struggling to support them.

At the gate of the courtyard, Song Jiao, who only had a monk in her eyes, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her, like a Buddha removing dust, the golden Buddha in front of her dissipated without a trace, and the purple-robed beauty snorted coldly, "In front of the old lady, if no one launches the 'Big Buddha Extreme Domain', can you treat the old lady as wood?"

As he spoke, Qian Hanxiao was already on his lips, and with the flick of his jade fingers, Yi Shuihan's rhythm rose like snowflakes.

The sound of the flute sounded, the heavens and the earth lost color, and instantly entered the realm of cold winter and heavy snow.

In front of Wang Li, Shangguan Chengcheng and others, the image of the Golden Light Buddha began to sway, and there were goose feathers and heavy snow flying all over the sky.

Has been the same complexion, the temple Buddha statue in general, as if there will never be a change of Huiming monk, listening to the sound of the flute, suddenly his eyes changed, his face suddenly crawled with a dignified color, he looked at Song Jiao suddenly, the momentum of the whole body changed, full of solemn and cautious intentions, like walking on thin ice, like the abyss.

"Since entering the Central Plains, I have not seen a person who has cultivated as a high donor. The monk lowered his wand, sat down cross-legged on the roof, folded his hands, closed his eyes slightly, moved his lips slightly, and began to recite the incantation.

With the rapid movement of his lips, the sound of Buddhist scriptures singing, starting from him, scattered and expanded, at this moment, the monk behind the golden light, as dazzling as the sun, which made his whole person look like a golden Buddha.

The Sanskrit sound was scattered, and in front of Wang Li, Shangguan Chengcheng and others, the heavy snow flakes dissipated, and the Buddha's light gradually flourished.

Song Jiao's eyebrows and eyes were slightly sunken, and the song that was easy to be cold suddenly became full of power.

So the Buddha statue blurred again, and the snow flew again.

The two used this realm as a battlefield, using the sound of Xiao and Sanskrit as weapons, and began an invisible but dangerous contest.

Whoever has the best spells, whoever can seize control of this heaven and earth, will be able to dominate the entire battlefield!