The Changbai old monster made a judgment in an instant, and with a ruthless heart, he let go of the peerless blade seven-inch mangtooth dagger that had followed him for decades, and took off again with the internal strength of She Pocai. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Even so, the Changbai Old Monster only felt another tumbling in his chest, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, obviously, his internal injuries had deepened by several percent.

Fortunately, he made a quick decision and gave up the dagger, otherwise, if he was stuck by She Pocai's internal force, even if the Changbai old monster did not die, he would have to lose most of his life.

As soon as his body hit the ground, the Changbai Old Monster felt a green shadow flash in front of him, and a cold light stabbed straight towards his chest.

The old man of Changbai was horrified, he didn't think much about it, he grabbed a Yang soldier and blocked it in front of him, only to hear the sound of "poof", the soldier screamed miserably, and an Emei pierced his heart, and the soldier couldn't live.

With the help of the soldier blocking the green shadow, the Changbai old monster hurriedly retreated a few steps, and then saw clearly that the green shadow turned out to be a woman with a charming and beautiful face, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that were very seductive, and this woman was of course the jade-faced fox Yutangchun.

The jade-faced fox Yutangchun did not succeed in the sneak attack, how could he let go of the Changbai old monster, his body flashed, like a flying green butterfly lingering in the Changbai old monster, and a pair of Emei thorns were unguardable.

In fact, in terms of martial arts, the jade-faced fox Yutang Chun is far inferior to Bai Futong and She Pocai, and can only be regarded as average among first-class masters, but the problem is that the Changbai old monster is now seriously injured, and the strength of his body cannot be used to make one or two percent, and the blade with him was snatched away by She Pocai, and Yutang Chun is a small kung fu, and he really can't cope with it for a while.

He caught three more soldiers in a row as substitutes for the dead ghosts, and the Changbai old monster saw Yutangchun stabbing at him from a very tricky angle, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab another soldier to resist, but who expected that this grasp was empty.

It turned out that the surrounding soldiers saw that the four people were all caught by him as shields, and they were already scared to avoid him far away.

There are many people in the world who are willing to die generously because they think that there is something more important than their lives that is worth their sacrifice, but if there is a glimmer of life, who wants to die?

No matter how elite a soldier is, he is also a human being, and he can sacrifice his life and forget to die on the battlefield because the punishment of strict military discipline makes him afraid, the protection of his comrades-in-arms makes them feel at ease, the rich rewards make them heartbeat, and the courage of bravery makes them strong. And now what do they have?

Opponents with strong martial arts skills are not at all something that they can compete with in formation, they are simply piling up opponents with their lives.

Those opponents were like bloodthirsty demons, especially the wicked man with a swarthy weapon that resembled both an axe and a broadsword, like a demon who had come out of hell to harvest life, covered in blood and brains, with half of his intestines hanging from his shoulders, and he was terrified before he had ever fought against him. In contrast, they resemble a poor pack of ants, a group of ants struggling to bite elephants.

From time to time, cold arrows from the trees shot down their comrades, and the moans of the wounded and the screams of the dead taught them to be heartbroken-this was a ghost idea that Li Fengyun came up with, and the remaining twelve black-clothed guards who were not in the middle of martial arts were arranged on the tree to be responsible for everyone's rear.

Punishment and reward are later, and what is the terrible punishment compared to the imminent death?

At this time, the Changbai old monster didn't take their lives seriously, and used them as stand-in ghosts, which made them even more resentful, they were all born to be raised by their fathers and mothers, who was much more noble than whom? The only remaining bit of morale was gone, how could they be willing to sacrifice themselves for the Changbai old monster?

Soldiers who have no morale cannot be called soldiers, even if they were once called elite.

When fear fills the whole body, a pack of wolves will also be driven away by a sheep, how many elite divisions in the world are defeated like this, maybe they hold on for a while, grit their teeth again, victory will belong to them, and it should be their opponent who flees in a hurry.

The entire Yang army was in chaos, and no one was willing to fight to the death, and the Yang soldiers were looking for a way to escape.

When the Changbai old monster found that he couldn't catch the soldiers around, his mind was suddenly confused, in fact, at first he had a chance to break the Yutang Spring move, but he found a simpler and more labor-saving method, which was to catch the surrounding soldiers as stand-in ghosts, and when he couldn't catch the substitute ghosts, he panicked.

After all, the Changbai old monster is the Changbai old monster, even if he panicked, the instinct that he had practiced for decades was still there, and at the last moment, he still avoided the vital point, and an Emei thorn pierced his left chest deeply.

With a roar, the Changbai old monster instinctively slapped a palm, which was slapping on Yu Tangchun's shoulder, Yu Tangchun didn't dare to resist him, and with this strength, he pulled out the Emei thorn, turned over and jumped away. After all, in terms of skill, she is still far away from the Changbai Old Monster, and if the Changbai Old Monster fights to the death, she will also be seriously injured.

"Ah!" A scream, a blood arrow came out of the chest of the Changbai old monster, "wow", the Changbai old monster spit out a mouthful of blood, although the palm just now knocked Yu Tangchun away, he was also seriously injured, and the boredom in his chest was like boiling water, and it was difficult to suppress it. External injuries are not a problem, but the internal injuries that are aggravated again are the ones who are deadly.

"Where are so many first-class masters here!" Changbai Old Monster secretly hated in his heart, but what he hated was not Bai Futong, nor She Pocai, not to mention Yutangchun, what he hated was Yang Zhan, if it wasn't for Yang Zhan to coax him and hide the truth, how could he have fallen into such a situation?

Fortunately, these three first-class masters did not attack him together, otherwise, he would have died here a long time ago. The Changbai Old Monster knew that if they didn't do this, it wasn't that they couldn't, but that they disdained it, which was the pride of a first-class master, and he could understand it. But in another case, he wouldn't mind teaming up with another first-class master to take out his opponent. At this time, he could only hope that the other party's pride could last longer.

Yutangchun wanted to strike again and kill the Changbai old monster, but was stopped by the mad monk.

"Let the great monk come!" The crazy monk said lightly, the old monster of Changbai is also a generation of heroes, a number of characters on the rivers and lakes, such a character, if he dies at the hands of someone weaker than him, he will not be reconciled, and he will not be blind. So the mad monk intends to make a move, which is a kind of respect for the opponent.

The entire battlefield was quiet, and both sides of the battle involuntarily stopped and turned their heads to look at this side, this was the end of a hero, and after his death, there was no suspense about the outcome of this battle.

There were five or six hundred corpses in the woods, most of the martial arts masters brought by Yang Zhan had been killed, and there were very few left.

The death of the Changbai Elder Monster will be the end of this war, and it will also be the only fig leaf they can hide their shame.