Xiahou Zun came thousands of miles away for Chen Sanlang, and today he led his subordinates to fight a bloody battle with thousands of soldiers and armor, for Chen Sanlang.

Now, Chen Saburo is close at hand!

Hong Tiezhu, who was still panting, was shocked, and didn't think of anything for a while, so he pounced on him, trying to block Xiahou Zun with his body;

"Get out of here!"

Xiahou Zun exhaled and opened his voice, and his voice was like thunder. In his sight, he saw Chen Sanlang in front of him suddenly turn over and dismount, as if he wanted to escape into the crowd.

"Want to go?"

Xiahou Zun was a little anxious, if he let Chen Sanlang leave, it would not be easy to kill him again. Fighting so far, whether it is him or the four subordinates, the consumption is not small, if Chen Sanlang cannot be killed on the spot, it means that the previous efforts are wasted.

This was an unacceptable result for him.

True Qi was running wildly in the body, ignoring the armor that pounced, his body rose into the air, and his feet stepped on the heads of the crowd.

This momentum is so majestic, the person who was stepped on by Xiahou Zun broke his head on the spot and died of exhaustion.

There were so many people that Hong Tiezhu stumbled, and he couldn't rush at all - even if he came, it was useless, he could only serve as a stepping stone and sacrifice in vain.

Xiahou Zun was not far from Chen Sanlang, and after Teng Chong got up, his speed was extremely fast, and in a frightened gaze, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, Chen Sanlang would be stabbed by that big sword......

Of course, Chen Sanlang understood his situation, and at the critical moment, he had already expected to flash to the left, and at the same time, the evil sword in his palm was activated again.

Disheveled!

This was the sound of Xiahou Zun's long sword stabbing at him, which hit the deputy car by mistake and landed on a Xuanwu guard who had just filled it. The sword aura was rampant, the condition was brutal, and the armored body exploded, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

didn't kill Chen Sanlang, Xiahou Zun was very unhappy, the big sword was about to turn, and a chilling killing machine came to his heart again, a very familiar taste. Only this time, it came more violently, closer—as if it had been inspired from around it.

How can it be?

Xiahou Zun determined that there were no other suspicious people except for the armor, could it be that the other party was dressed in disguise and mixed in the armor?

The big sword was too late to block, so he had to use his left poisonous palm again to protect himself.

Snort!

The speed of the flickering cold light was not at all something that could be captured by the naked eye, and Xiahou Zun screamed, his cry was terrible, like a wounded trapped beast.

It turned out that the cold mang did not go straight to the point this time, and after a flicker, a strange change of direction, sank down, and circled around Xiahou Zun's left thigh.

How sharp the evil sword is, this sword directly cut off Xiahou Zun's left leg and cut it off.

Xiahou Zun's shout made the hearts of the four cottage warriors tremble, and when they looked up, they saw the invincible "Lord of the Country" in their minds with a broken leg, and they were shocked and angry for a while. Roaring to rush to protect the Lord.

But where are the soldiers around them willing to let them come over and huddle together, and resist to the death.

Losing a leg, Xiahou Zun was in severe pain, but he was tough, and he reached out to seal the acupuncture points on his legs to prevent the bleeding from stopping.

However, there was a scorching pain at the wound, as if it had been burned by fire, and sealing the acupuncture points did not work, and the blood was dripping.

This sword wound is completely unusual.

In an instant, Xiahou Zun's heart was covered with an inexplicable coldness, and the big sword swept, clicking, and slashing several Xuanwu guards who surrounded him, standing on one leg.

Over there, Chen Sanlang appeared, his face was extremely pale, and he didn't know that he had just escaped Xiahou Zun's sword and escaped death, and his heart palpitated.

However, among the people who witnessed the whole process, some people knew Chen Sanlang's ability and understood that Xiahou Zun's broken leg would not be injured by the armor, but should be Chen Sanlang's hand.

The Xu father and daughter upstairs, Xu Nianniang looked resolute, and Xu Jun was not so calm. Xiahou Zun's sword just now really frightened her into a cold sweat, and if she was a little wrong, she would lose her beloved husband forever.

The two Taoists on the roof have their own demeanor, Xiaoyao Fudao has always been quite confident in Chen Sanlang, and he can see Xiahou Zun's methods, and he can't help but secretly sweat for Chen Sanlang; Zhang Yuanchu's eyes lit up, and he clearly saw Chen Sanlang's flying sword. At first sight, many doubts hidden in my heart were answered, and it slowly became clear.

confirmed the doubts in his heart, and without hesitation, he urged the golden talisman, and the golden armor wrestler immediately waved his weapon and rushed towards Xiahou Zun.

In fact, the battle situation below has not stagnated in the slightest, Xiahou Zun's golden rooster independent style is admirable, but on the battlefield, how can there be any reason to sympathize with each other? Take advantage of your illness, ask for your life, and will never let go of any opportunity.

Xiahou Zun, who had a broken leg, suffered a great loss of combat power, and his serious injuries made the rest of the cottage warriors lose their sense of proportion, and even their fighting spirit. They know in their hearts that this trip to Yongzhou is going to be planted!

"Childe, are you alright......?"

The frightened Hong Tiezhu didn't care about besieging Xiahou Zun, and hurriedly ran to Chen Sanlang's side. As the commander of the Guard, his main job is to protect, not kill.

Chen Sanlang shook his head: "It's okay." ”

Hong Tiezhu breathed a sigh of relief: "Childe, you better retreat." Now that guy has lost a leg, he will definitely not be able to support it for long, and he will give it to General Mo and them. ”

This time, Chen Sanlang didn't insist anymore, because after using two swords, his mental and physical wear had reached a critical point, if it weren't for his good foundation, I am afraid he would have to find someone to help him go.

After getting the consent, Hong Tiezhu was overjoyed, and hurriedly hugged Chen Sanlang with several Xuanwu guards, and retreated straight to ten zhang away.

Xiahou Zun watched, but was helpless. In the face of the two fierce Taoist soldiers who were not afraid of death, Jin Jia Lux and Qi Fu, he was seriously injured and it was difficult for him to get out, not to mention that there were so many pro-guards around?

The tide is over.

Xiahou Zun never thought that he would fall into such a predicament, he had already thought it through and was ready to ...... It's just that what went wrong? When you look into it, it must be the elusive flying sword.

This is an existence that he did not expect, and it is also an existence that should not appear.

But the accident happened, is this fate?

Since he was a child, Xiahou Zun has always believed in his fate. But at that time, he believed that he would one day be able to restore the glory of his ancestors, fulfill his ancestors' long-cherished wish, and ascend to the throne of the Ninety-Five, and now, this life is like a fragile blister, which will burst when touched.

Faith began to waver, and in its place was a different rhetoric: since ancient times, it has been common to change dynasties, but it is rare to see a dynasty......

It's another life!