Pang Wushuang snorted, suppressed the serious internal injuries caused by forcibly urging the true yuan, ran the true yuan again, stomped on the ground with one foot, and flew over diagonally, sweeping over several martial artists like a gust of wind, including the infinitely powerful Xinghai, at the cost of adding many sword wounds to his body, he was able to catch the Hui camel that fell from the cloud ladder.

The shouts of battle were close to him, and they seemed to be far away.

Hui Camel opened his eyes, his eyes were already scattered, and when he saw Pang Wushuang's tear-stained face beside him, his eyes regained a trace of clarity.

"Camel ......"

"I ...... Tried my best......"

"I know!"

"Peerless ......"

"I'm ......"

"You say...... I was ...... with you back then And pity the three of you, why did Ah Zi pick you?"

"It's her stupid, it's her who has no vision!" Pang Wushuang, a ninth-level martial artist, cried loudly, as if he had turned back into the helpless teenager in his youth.

"No...... She's fine! You're good! When you go back...... Persuade and have mercy, this ...... This kid, Ming ...... Ming is a dead eye, but he ...... But I always have to pretend to be a wanderer, how tired I am......" Thinking of the pity of his friend who was a frustrated person in love like himself, Hui Camel smiled like a child.

"I will! I will persuade him! If he doesn't listen, I, I'll beat him until he obeys!"

"Actually...... Actually, the three of us ...... I'm the most handsome and dashing, right?" Hui Luo Luo's scattered gaze looked at the sky, and he didn't know what he saw, he used his last strength to raise his hand and slowly stretched it forward......

"Yes, you've always been the most handsome...... The most chic, and you are the smartest!" Pang Wushuang, who couldn't cry, subconsciously clenched the hand stretched out by the Hui camel, because of the excessive force, his knuckles began to turn white, and he felt faint pain.

The camel's bloodless lips moved slightly, as if he had gently pronounced a name, the corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile, and his hand finally hung down weakly.

"Camel ......" Pang Wushuang's chest hurt extremely much, a sweet mouth spurted out, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"The majestic soul of the town, the soul of the me, the roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon, the same lineage. Cao and Xuan, the gods of the land, swept the land and attacked the city...... The military advisor flew across, Zhou Lang was reborn, and he strategized and showed his handsome ability...... Great Wei Caesar, gold and jade...... Towering soul, who have you feared......"

I don't know who was the first to sing this "Song of the Soul Town", more and more voices were added, and the soldiers of the soul town let out a solemn roar, they killed the enemy while shouting: Towering the soul of the soul, who are you afraid of!

Supreme Treasure, Love...... These are the partners of Hui camels who grew up together, they were tearful, watching a very bright green point of light rise into the sky, in a loud "majestic soul" sound wave, leisurely, floating towards the direction of Chengdu Qingcheng Mountain.

Under the effect of encouragement, the attack and defense of all the soldiers of the soul are increased by 20%.

The eighth-level martial artist Seven Flails Society, at this moment, he has the combat power to match the ninth-level martial artist, but he cried like a tearful man, "Weiwei Zhen Soul...... The Soul of Mine...... Woo woo woo ......" He plunged into the enemy formation, like a brute who had never practiced martial arts, slashing indiscriminately, "Woo woo, towering and calming the soul, who ...... feared."

The gang leader who was seriously injured and fell off the city wall struggled to get up, and the Liuhe big gun in his hand had already been broken in two, but he was forced to mention Zhenyuan, picked up a machete casually, and rushed into the enemy army without his life.

Several red-eyed soul suppression warriors didn't care about the wounds opening all over their bodies, and rushed forward with a roar, killing dozens of enemies again, and finally collapsed in a pool of blood.

The eighth-level martial artist Wei Qing cleverly dodged all kinds of attacks, and swooped straight at the enemy's ninth-level martial artist Old Man Yan, stabbing the black horse under the opponent's seat with a spear, and was slashed in the chest by the old man Yan's backhand sword, but the soul-suppressing martial artist with a delicate face did not flinch, and twisted the iron spear with a cruel smile, overturning the old man Yan off the horse.

The corpses were all over the field, the blood flowed like a river, and the blood-blurred faces shuttled through the cold light and sword shadows like snow.

Angry and sad in his heart, but he could only endure it and continue to command the soul suppressor soldiers to rush and kill.

The Jiangxia defenders, who were already superior in numbers, had the potential to annihilate Tiger and Long Tao in one fell swoop.