"Righteousness is where life and death go hand in hand! The sky can be learned! The white horse is the proof!" The deafening slogan sounded again. White streamers continued to flash.

"Puff puff!" the sound of swords and spears piercing flesh rang out, and the head of the Mongolian iron rider was like a race. Scramble to fly. Pillars of blood rose into the sky, but in the blink of an eye, the ground of the entire wilderness was already blood-red.

Blood soaked the dirt on the ground, leaving shallow holes under the trampling of the horses' hooves. All the Mengyuan cavalry who fell off their horses were trampled into meat by countless horses' hooves.

"This can't be wasted!" Wang Bodang muttered as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Iron-blooded furnace!" a low roar, and all the recruits under his command subconsciously operated their minds.

This group of recruits had already been taught the Iron Forge by him, and due to a long period of training, the operation of the Iron Forge had been engraved in their bones.

Therefore, when Wang Bodang summoned his own iron-blooded furnace, under the traction of the qi machine, it was almost in an instant. An illusory red furnace with a radius of five zhang appeared in mid-air.

"What is this?" Seeing this scene, all the spies hiding in the forest were stunned again.

Just now, the military soul of the White Horse Yicong had already puzzled them as the second monk, and now there was a red "Dading" thing.

"Amitabha!" A little monk suddenly folded his hands, closed his eyes, and said the Buddha's name in his mouth.

"Little bald donkey, what kind of Buddha do you have nothing to do? Why don't you go over and overdo it for those dead soldiers?" King Yin Ye has always been disdainful of monks, a big reason is because his Heavenly Eagle Sect is from the Demon Sect, and he has always been insensitive to those famous sects that call themselves high.

"Amitabha!" The little monk shouted another Buddha horn, and his voice suddenly became three points louder, quite a bit of a Buddha who was the head of the house.

"Little bald donkey, if you want to find death, I can fulfill you!But if that group of people hears it, none of us will survive!" Yin Yewang's face changed, and he immediately scolded in a low voice, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Whew!" the little monk said the Buddha in his mouth, and after a full quarter of an hour, he slowly opened his eyes, and his shiny head was already full of sweat.

"Little monk, are you seeing the hell?" Bai Guishou asked deliberately when he saw this.

"Donors. Don't stare at the blood-red furnace!This thing is fierce!Evil!Dangerous!" The little monk folded his hands and made a gesture towards everyone, and then said with a serious face.

"Great evil! great evil! haha!" a man with a full face sneered disdainfully.

"Lao Tzu, I don't believe in this evil!, what can be more fierce than the knife in my hand!" the man said as he raised the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand.

With that, he looked up at the iron-blooded furnace in the sky, which was obviously darker.

"What bullshit, big evil, big evil! Little monk, I think you are eating fasting and chanting Buddha, and you are stupid to eat yourself!"

Before his words could fully fall, when his gaze came into contact with the Iron Furnace.

A blood-red world suddenly appeared in front of me, and it was like hell.

The blood-red world is filled with countless ghosts of all shapes and forms wailing. Roar. Blood-red waves rolled.

And on each wave there are countless hideous human faces, as if they have been carefully carved by master craftsmen.

"Poof!" Just as everyone was watching, the man opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Then the eyes that were originally embarrassed instantly dimmed, and the whole person suddenly became depressed.

"What is this!" the man's clothes were soaked almost instantly, and his body seemed to be hollowed out. I can't exert any strength.

"Don't look at it again!" Seeing that the man seemed to want to take another look, the little monk hurriedly stopped.

"Thank you, Master!" the man shuddered and immediately withdrew his gaze. Keep your head down. I didn't even dare to raise my head. It seems that he is afraid of being hit hard again.

"Vortex!" since the iron-blooded furnace first appeared. The blood qi that permeated the entire battlefield immediately dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the blood that flowed from the corpses was dragged into the iron-blooded furnace.

"Bang, bang!" was devoured by the iron-blooded furnace. One after another, the corpses were sucked dry, and the corpses directly turned into a cloud of ash and disappeared.

"What a domineering evil skill!" King Yin Ye took a deep breath. A few words came out of his mouth. His face was extremely serious. It was as if he had seen some kind of flood beast.

"Kill!" As the iron-blooded furnace continued to devour, Qin Feng only felt that a stream of heat seemed to appear out of thin air in his body.

It's like soaking in a hot spring, and this heat flow in your body keeps flowing, and with this heat flow. His strength is also steadily improving.

"Haha! It's a good time!" Qin Feng is eyes lit up, and his legs clamped the horse's belly hard, and the good horse under his crotch had already rushed out.

"Bo Gui, this big sword belongs to me!" Qin Feng's long sword flashed in his hand, and the flagpole with the thickness of the bowl was directly cut off by him.

"Ahh

As a result, I didn't expect to hit the iron plate, where is this iron plate. It's simply a titanium alloy steel plate. And it's a steel plate hundreds of meters thick.

An army of 100,000 is more than enough to sweep across the entire Jiangxi province, not to mention the suppression of a prefecture.

But who would have thought that there would be a group of people from Bai Ma Yicong in this world.

It was just a few face-to-face efforts, and the entire Mongolian army had already been killed by Bai Ma Yicong.

The army of 100,000 lost thirty percent of the effort of just a cup of tea, and this rate is still steadily rising.

"Haha!" Qin Feng dropped the long sword in his hand. snatched the fallen big coffin. The flagpole with the thickness of the bowl was like a spear in Qin Feng's hand.

Flagpole waving. directly beat Darius under Da Xuan into blood foam.

"You are waiting for the Lord to be dead! Surrender and avoid death!" Qin Feng waved a big silk in his hand, and kept shouting in his mouth.

"Good chance!"

"Suffer death!"

Suddenly, in the chaotic battlefield, two figures suddenly appeared in the crowd.

These two people, dressed in dark clothes, with tattoos on their faces, and iron masks on their heads, slapped Qin Feng's chest as soon as they appeared.

"Bastard!"

"Stop hurting my lord!"

"Look for death!"

Shan Xiongzhong, Shan Xiongxin, and Gongsun Chan were all stunned at this moment. His eyes were almost bleeding, and one attack after another directly washed the ground, and then he slapped his horse and rushed towards Qin Feng's position.