The magic of the Golden Eye Daoist was obviously beyond everyone's expectations, it was too fast, it was incredible, the other party had no strength to resist at all and was killed in seconds, and the eyes of the people present looked at the Golden Eye Daoist differently, I didn't expect this honest guy to be so vicious.

In the face of Nanban's opposition, the iron wolf coughed lightly: "This is the battlefield, the battle has already begun from the moment you stand up, what do you think, barbarian king?"

The barbarian king nodded, and looked at the Great Zhou army with some caution, but he didn't expect that there were so many masters in this army.

Xuanzha Daoist walked out of the big array lightly, his clothes fluttering like a fairy.

Alien art and Dao art are two different things, on the battlefield, Dao art is eaten by the power of blood, and abnormal art does not have this defect.

"Poor Dao Xuanzha, please also ask Nanban to teach."

"I'll come and meet you for a while".

A Nanban officer walked out of the big formation with a big gun in his hand, and the tip of the spear pointed at the Xuanzha Daoist from afar.

"Zha" Xuanzha Daoist punched the nose at home, and he didn't see blood flowing out, but saw a yellow light flow out, shooting at which general with lightning speed.

The barbarian laughed: "This guy is stupid in cultivation, he doesn't fight the enemy, but punches himself first, stupid."

"The mind of the cultivator is confused."

"Yes, yes".

A group of barbarian soldiers talked a lot, and the rain master and the barbarian king did not laugh individually, and even their faces were gloomy and could drip water.

The soldiers saw Xuanzha Daoist and the barbarian general say a few words and walked back, their sleeves fluttering without taking away a cloud.

"The people of the Middle Regions are really timid. They didn't dare to admit defeat directly to the enemy."

"That is, that is, why does such a race occupy the rich Middle Domain."

"We must kill the past and retake the Middle Domain."

"Shut up," the barbarian king roared, and everyone was silent.

"Let's see which general is doing," the barbarian king said to his guard.

The guards trotted all the way to the general, and the soldier still maintained a posture of grabbing, motionless like a statue.

"My lord, we have won, we can go back," the guard said with a laugh.

The barbarian side was full of pride, but everyone on the side of Da Zhou was ugly. I didn't expect this Taoist priest to look like a fairy wind bone. But he became a deserter, and in the face of the eyes of the Nanban, the soldiers were eager to bury their heads in the soil.

Since ancient times, there have only been Great Zhou soldiers who died in battle, and there are no examples of fleeing without a fight.

Although everyone was hindered by Chen Jiu's face and prestige, they didn't dare to accuse Xuanzha Daoist. But the disdain in his eyes was very obvious.

Looking at Chen Jiu and the three strangers, they were still standing there calmly. It's as if everything around you has nothing to do with you.

The state of mind of the three of them is admired by everyone.

Over there. In the center of the battlefield, the barbarian king's personal guards saw that the soldiers who went out to fight still did not react at all, and slowly walked over. Gently pushed: "General, we are victorious, the barbarian king invites you to go back."

Under this push, the barbarian general fell to the ground, and everyone was in an uproar: "What's going on?".

"Can you tell me what's wrong?".

"It's weird".

The guards hurriedly stepped forward to support the barbarian soldier's body, put his hand on his nose and touched it, and then said in a panic: "Barbarian king, this brother is dead."

"Dead?".

"Impossible".

"Didn't that Taoist priest admit defeat?"

"How could it be dead?".

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar again, not only the barbarians did not believe it, but even the soldiers on the side of Da Zhou also showed disbelief.

"That Taoist priest punched himself and killed our warrior?"

"What's going on, my head is big".

Not only did the soldiers not understand, but some soldiers with low eyesight couldn't figure it out, and only a few people could see the voice of Xuanzha Daoist.

The barbarian king's face was gloomy: "I have lost three times in a row, I can't lose again, and I must send a master to the next one."

Whatever it is, it's a good thing to win anyway.

Chen Jiu nodded approvingly: "Sir's Xuanzha's voice is getting more and more powerful, if you can practice to the extreme in the future, you can hook off the soul of the entire Nanban at once."

"This kind of magic is quite rebellious, I don't know how long I have to practice to have such a realm," Xuanzha Daoren's face was full of emotion.

Chen Jiu didn't say much, but looked at the general Iron Wolf, and won three games in a row, which made the haze in the iron wolf's dignified heart go a lot: "Which general is willing to do a game with the other party in the next game."

Soldiers, look at me, I look at you, three consecutive victories have given this group of people great confidence, and a young general with a handsome face stood up: "General, I am willing to go."

"Okay, Liaoyuan young hero, don't live up to the expectations of this general" The iron wolf looked mild, obviously having a good relationship with this young general.

The young general picked up a spear and swaggered out: "Which barbarian general is willing to fight with me?"

"I'll meet you" A man with two knives at his waist walked out of the barbarian battle array, his two knives straddled on the left and right, and his hands never left the hilt.

"It's another Qimen weapon, it's actually a double knife, this knife has a strange shape, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with" Iron Wolf said.

Chen Jiu didn't speak, just watched quietly, the gambling war naturally has deaths and injuries, if only one side dies, and the other party does not die, then what else is there to bet on, just go over and destroy the other party.

"Your Nanban body is not small, but the kung fu of your hands is not very good, today the general took your dog's life, remember that the general's name is Liaoyuan, but he is a partial general under the general."

This vast and distant big gun makes it like a dragon going to sea, drilling when it sees a crack, and the tricks are not far from the key points.

The barbarian on the opposite side walked steadily, dodging while observing the far-reaching routine.

After a while, the barbarian general breathed a sigh of relief: "I was too careful, how could there be so many people in this world who practiced strange arts."

It's easy to do without cultivating strange arts, the barbarian general's heart that has been tense relaxed, and after dodging more than thirty moves, Liao Yuan said impatiently: "You barbarian generals will only dodge, dare not take my move."

A sly glint flashed in the general's eyes: "Okay, I'll take your move."

Liao Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this, and suddenly changed his moves, and the barbarian young man's long knife came out of its sheath, and with an incomparable sword qi, it instantly cut through the sky and drilled into Liaoyuan's flaws.

Liao Yuan was startled, and suddenly the gun was horizontal, blocking in front of him, and catching a terrifying one.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was one, and everyone couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for Liaoyuan.

The left-handed knife was caught, and the right-hand knife came again.

Liao Yuan was not flustered, the spear was twisted, one was wrong, it was divided into two sections, and two long knives were held respectively.

At this time, the barbarian young man on the opposite side smiled strangely: "Yes, good martial arts, but you met me today, otherwise you will be an iron wolf-like figure in the future."

Without thinking about what this sentence meant, he only felt a cold neck, and his mind fell into darkness.

"Tibetan knife, actually Tibetan knife, really despicable, Nanban despicable."

Seeing Liaoyuan's tragic death, the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty reprimanded them angrily.

The barbarian king smiled lightly, nodded appreciatively at the barbarian youth, and turned to look at the iron wolf: "Iron General, this is the battlefield, no wonder, you have no opinion."

Iron wolf's face turned pale: "No opinion, of course I have no opinion."

Chen Jiu knew in his heart that it was really rare to see someone who would practice this kind of knife technique, the so-called hidden knife was to hide the knife somewhere in the body, and urge it out with strength at a critical moment.

The young man on the opposite side of the Nanban hid a knife in his mouth, the knife did not need to be very large, but it was absolutely sharp, and the terrifying power in the blessing was enough to pierce the human body and turn the battle around in one fell swoop.

In Chen Jiu's opinion, this Nanban young man's cultivation is undoubtedly much higher than that of Liaoyuan, even if he doesn't need to hide the knife, he can kill Liaoyuan, but it takes a little longer, and it wastes some more energy.

The Great Zhou side killed a young talent in battle, and naturally everyone was sad, but it was the Nanban on the other side who moved back to a game and smiled happily.

The iron wolf smiled coldly: "Don't be complacent, we still occupy the upper peak, it's still early, let's see."

The barbarian king nodded: "Yes, this gambling war has just begun, just an appetizer."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the rain master: "I wonder if the genius of your tribe wants to hone it?" (To be continued......)