The barbarians wanted to fight in one go, but Li Wenshuo didn't let the other party get his wish, only he stood here, dragging this Ulan Batar and the rest of the barbarian masters, so there was Luo Jiuyi's support in the Tiger Prison, and they really didn't want to attack the city for a while.

Ulan Batel's body is very powerful, but the way he fights is not like a pure martial artist who cultivates the body, and there is no such powerful shock that goes straight to the point, just like the Tai Chi created by the ancestor on Wudang Mountain.

But it's melee after all.

In Li Wenshuo's three-foot sword domain, even with the speed of Ulan Batel, it is impossible to dodge every sword of him, after all, he is empty-handed against the white blade, and he will always suffer some losses.

And now in the world, few people dare to let Li Wenshuo stab a sword, but Ulan Baatar is one of them.

Li Wenshuo stabbed Ulan Baatar in the chest with a sword, the tip of the sword was sharp, but he did not directly see the blood, the sword intent penetrated into the body, but the injured Ulan Batel's face turned pale.

He held his breath and concentrated, concentrating on hard resistance, and his hard skills had already been perfected, and his muscles and bones were no longer describable.

Li Wenshuo thought that Ulan Baatar was physically strong above him, but he didn't expect that it was so strong, and he still couldn't break the defense when his sword stabbed out. The feeling of the tip of the sword stabbing out is not like stabbing the human body, but like stabbing into some kind of metal.

It's a stark, but unreal.

But even a solid piece of gold and iron in front of him would definitely not be able to stop his sword.

Li Wenshuo was so arrogant and stubborn that he didn't want to turn back after hitting the south wall, he was a little unconvinced, he didn't put away the sword, but hit the hilt of the sword with a palm, and the force continued to oscillate through the sword body, wanting to forcibly send the sword into Ulan Baatre's chest.

After all, his physical body is also strong, and his strength is unmatched, so he naturally won't believe that the other party can block his sword with his physique alone.

Ulan Batel's face turned from white to red, and then to white again, his eyes were staring at the boss like copper bells, and his thin body faintly exuded a kind of compelling power.

The tip of the sword pressed against his chest, but instead of retreating, he took a step forward, and the fierce heavy sword shattered teeth were forced to bend into an astonishing arc by this force. Li Wenshuo was also frightened at this time, but he couldn't retreat, once he retreated, he would lose his momentum, and then he would inevitably be hit by the opponent's storm.

Moreover, he didn't think that Ulan Baatar could really be unharmed by his own sword.

If that's the case, he won't have to fight.

Ulan Baatar stretched out the middle finger and index finger of his right hand and pointed straight at Li Wenshuo's chest, Li Wenshuo didn't dodge, just shouted in a low voice, and added another layer of strength to the sword, at this time, the power was a mountain in front of him, and it should also be split.

As soon as the seemingly slow-moving fingers touched Li Wenshuo's clothes, they sank deep into the fascia under the skin. Li Wenshuo only snorted, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he didn't retreat between gritting his teeth.

The surging sword qi passed through his body, tearing apart the clothes on Ulan Batel's upper body, and Li Wenshuo saw that under his clothes was a layer of dark and dark iron armor, and the armor was covered with mysterious and hideous dark lines.

The dark streaks shimmered, and there was an extra crack in the chest of the armor.

With a bang, the two sides each took three steps back, the corners of Li Wenshuo's mouth were bleeding, and he resisted two blood-colored lightning bolts, and every time he took a step back, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaving a deep footprint on the hard ground, and the fine cracks emitted away with the footprints as the center.

Ulan Baatar is similar, except that compared to Li Wenshuo, he has the treasure he got from the Central Plains as a buffer, and the injuries he suffered are much lighter.

The two of them barely said any nonsense about the mysterious armor on Ulan Batel's body, almost in an instant, Ulan Baatar pounced forward again, powerful and murderous, really like a lion on the grassland.

Li Wenshuo was only a moment slower, and when Battle pounced, he stabbed with his sword, and the dragon's roar flashed, and a sword slashed at Battle's throat, with armor on his chest, but not in his throat.

......

Under the city walls, the siege battle was extremely tragic, six hundred city defenders, more than half of them had been killed or wounded at this moment, if it weren't for the urgent reinforcements at the head of the city and the people under the city were still like mountains and seas, the black wave seemed to bring down the city.

In front of the city gate, a barbarian master who had been hiding his breath suddenly threw down the giant shield in his hand and stood up straight, his own realm continued to rise, showing his edge, and the first realm of Xuanche did not stop until the Xuanche Great Perfection.

Luo Jiuyi also noticed this, but didn't pay attention to it, the other party may be really powerful, but if he really jumps on the city wall, he will definitely lose the opportunity. And she has already broken the army, and it won't take much effort to kill the other party.

This barbarian master also seemed to know this, just looked at the city gate in front of him, and with a low shout, he smashed it with a punch, and the layers of energy spread like waves on the solid wood city gate, and then exploded.

In the next moment, only a bang was heard, and the tall city gate immediately turned into countless sawdust, and it seemed that the next moment, the barbarian army could rush in.

But this barbarian master did not show the slightest joy, because although the wooden gate was shattered, the hole in the city gate was sealed with earth and stones, and the fire oil was constantly pouring down on his head, and it was impossible to clear it out in a short time.

......

Li Wenshuo and Ulan Batel have fought to the end of the day, both sides are already red-eyed, the moves are too fast to see clearly, where they hit, where it will become an open space, the slightest time the armor can't dodge, it will be shocked into a bloody mud by the agitated energy.

The two high priests behind him glanced at each other, and also withdrew the formation, Li Wenshuo's strength exceeded expectations, this blood cloud array rarely played a big role, and the battle between Ulan Batel and the other party was that even they had no room to interfere.

They also have their own plans, turning into two gray shadows, stepping on the heads of people on horseback, sweeping towards the city, where there is only one woman, not to mention the strength, once they fight with them, drag on for a moment and a half, and the Tiger Prison Pass will be conquered by the army.

And when the time comes, under the siege of the army, Li Wenshuo and Luo Jiuyi, no matter what, at least one person will be left.

They thought very well, but they really didn't expect that when Li Wenshuo was entangled with Ulan Batel, he would still have time to pay attention to their movements and have a chance to make a move.

The west wind was blowing, lifting up the gray sand and fine stones, covering people's eyes.

Then Zephyr was broken by a sword.

A snow-bright sword light swept out in an instant, and he didn't know how many hundred zhang he was head-on, and dozens of hundreds of horsemen were cut by a sword, and Senhong's blood gushed out.

The target of this sword was the bald man holding the sheep bone, the sword light was too fast, although he could see it clearly, he couldn't dodge it at all, he didn't want to dodge, he just threw the sheep bone at the sword light.

The moment the sheep bone touched the sword light, it exploded, and the debris was splashed everywhere, with unparalleled power, it smashed directly into the crowd, which can be described as a knock and a death!

This amazing sword was blocked by him!

However, the bald man's face did not show the slightest joy, but became extremely frightened, because the white-robed swordsman had already stepped forward at some point and stepped on the top of his head with one foot.

His face suddenly swelled with great fear, although most of his means were stored in the sheep's bones, but after all, he was also a master of breaking through the army realm, how could he be caught with his hands tied?

Li Wenshuo toed a little, his body instantly rose high, dodged the punch of Ulan Baatar whistling like the wind, and then landed on the head of the ownerless war horse, standing with his sword raised, ready to make a move at any time.

But the bald man fell like a stone in mid-air, and fell to the ground, without the slightest breath.

was already crushed by Li Wenshuo's foot.

And the old man on the side was also a dead soul, so frightened that he used a secret technique, instantly withdrew a few hundred zhang, and kept panting, only then did he discover the gap between himself and Li Wenshuo and Ulan Batel.

That's not a battle that ordinary broken armies can participate in.

Ulan Baatar stood in an open space, holding four small black flags in his hands, broken one by one, it was Li Wenshuo's Heavenly Demon Banner Sword, if Li Wenshuo hadn't trapped him with this thing for a moment just now, there would have been no chance to make a move.

He raised his arm and pointed to the city wall in the distance, but his eyes kept staring at Li Wenshuo and did not speak, but Li Wenshuo also knew what he meant.

Li Wenshuo can kill his subordinates, and he can naturally kill Luo Jiuyi, even if it requires some price, but he can really do it.

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Summary of this chapter This battle of the barbarians wanted to make a move, but Li Wenshuo did not let the other party get his wish, only he stood here, dragging this Ulan Baatar and the rest of the barbarian masters, then there was Luo Jiuyi in the Tiger Prison Pass, and they really didn't want to attack the city for a while.

Ulan Batel's body is very powerful, but the way he fights is not like a pure martial artist who cultivates the body, and there is no such powerful shock that goes straight to the point, just like the Tai Chi created by the ancestor on Wudang Mountain.

But it's melee after all.

In Li Wenshuo's three-foot sword domain, even with the speed of Ulan Batel, it is impossible to dodge every sword of him, after all, he is empty-handed against the white blade, and he will always suffer some losses.

And now in the world, few people dare to let Li Wenshuo stab a sword, but Ulan Baatar is one of them.

Li Wenshuo stabbed Ulan Baatar in the chest with a sword, the tip of the sword was sharp, but he did not directly see the blood, the sword intent penetrated into the body, but the injured Ulan Batel's face turned pale.

He held his breath and concentrated, concentrating on hard resistance, and his hard skills had already been perfected, and his muscles and bones were no longer describable.

Li Wenshuo thought that Ulan Baatar was physically strong above him, but he didn't expect that it was so strong, and he still couldn't break the defense when his sword stabbed out. The feeling of the tip of the sword stabbing out is not like stabbing the human body, but like stabbing into some kind of metal.

It's a stark, but unreal.

But even a solid piece of gold and iron in front of him would definitely not be able to stop his sword.

Li Wenshuo was so arrogant and stubborn that he didn't want to turn back after hitting the south wall, he was a little unconvinced, he didn't put away the sword, but hit the hilt of the sword with a palm, and the force continued to oscillate through the sword body, wanting to forcibly send the sword into Ulan Baatre's chest.

After all, his physical body is also strong, and his strength is unmatched, so he naturally won't believe that the other party can block his sword with his physique alone.

Ulan Batel's face turned from white to red, and then to white again, his eyes were staring at the boss like copper bells, and his thin body faintly exuded a kind of compelling power.

The tip of the sword pressed against his chest, but instead of retreating, he took a step forward, and the fierce heavy sword shattered teeth were forced to bend into an astonishing arc by this force. Li Wenshuo was also frightened at this time, but he couldn't retreat, once he retreated, he would lose his momentum, and then he would inevitably be hit by the opponent's storm.

Moreover, he didn't think that Ulan Baatar could really be unharmed by his own sword.

If that's the case, he won't have to fight.

Ulan Baatar stretched out the middle finger and index finger of his right hand and pointed straight at Li Wenshuo's chest, Li Wenshuo didn't dodge, just shouted in a low voice, and added another layer of strength to the sword, at this time, the power was a mountain in front of him, and it should also be split.

That seemed slow before

She is the canary he "raised", the envy of the world, but she just wants to escape.

When this relationship went to the abyss, she finally took all the courage to push hard.

"Let me ......"

"An An is sick again, otherwise how could he talk nonsense. His face was cold, and his thin lips moved lightly, as if they had met for the first time, but in those eyes that were secretive was her pale and weak face.

She thought that she was invincible, but it turned out that she was only poisoned.

**

She looked at the small bun in front of her that seemed to be carved out of the same mold as the person, and lost her mind for a moment.

"Hey, beauty, are you interested in having a drink?"

Before Xiao Baozi finished speaking, the man reached out and picked him up directly.

"Dad, you're shameless......"

Her eyes were shocked, and she wanted to escape......

His big palms clenched, and her face was cold, "Sir, please respect yourself." ”

He seemed to be smiling, "Mrs. Jiang, it's late." ”

A resistance on the shoulder, a small bun guard, and a throw on the bed.

[Abuse and pet, 1V1]