On the snowy plains in the northwest of the city, there are desolate eyes and corpses all over the field. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wailing of the war horses, the earth-shattering shouts of killing, and the screams that rang out from time to time, the whole battlefield was in shambles.

Yun Wubei's eyes were red, and his face was extremely hideous.

Ignoring the frightened and desperate looks of the more than ten horsemen in front of him, he waved his sword and swept away, and after a muffled sound, blood stumps splashed, but even so, it could not alleviate the intense regret in Yun Wubei's heart at this moment.

In just half an hour of fierce battle, the Blood Floating Massacre lost more than 3,000 people, which was really an out-and-out heavy blow to the Blood Floating Massacre that was beginning to take shape!

And the opponent of the first battle was only the Xie clan in the southern corner of the region!

The 10,000 iron horsemen of the Battle Xie Clan still suffered such heavy casualties, let alone the Great Liang and the Xuanyin Holy Sect?

More than ten miles away

Completely different from Yun Wubei's rather regretful mood, the big man in blue armor on the war horse was already stunned at the moment, frightened to death!

Since he was a child, he has experienced countless wars in his life, and he is a real character who crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood.

If it was just a miserable scene like Shura's hell, the 10,000 elite heavy-armored iron horses built by the Xie clan with all their strength were blocked under the advantage of time and place!

And in this short period of time, more than half of it has been lost?

"This... How is this possible?"

Shocked and inexplicable, his gaze fell on the distant battlefield.

I saw that the iron cavalry in the clan had long lost its previous momentum, half of the armor was damaged, and the corpses were everywhere.

The rest of the iron cavalry has already carried obvious fear, and it seems to be even more shrinking between the vertical and horizontal killings, if it weren't for the cultivation of the clan, I'm afraid that I would have already fled from the wilderness at this moment, right?

On the other hand, the more than 10,000 foot soldiers on the battlefield are becoming more and more courageous, and the overall combat power has increased several times after just half an hour. Between Changge's waves, there were bursts of bloody rain, if he was to use one word to describe it, only the word 'crazy'!

The horror in his heart became more and more intense, and then the endless anger rose, and the big man in Bijia couldn't help but scold: "The secret agents in the clan really deserve to die! This is the rabble they talk about?"

Is it the 20,000 rabble in the mouth of the secret agents in the clan, who actually made themselves fearful of a hundred battles? And if these heroes are a rabble, what is this 10,000-heavy armored iron horse cultivated with all the strength of the clan?

The cold wind whistled by, and the sudden coldness of the body made the Bijia man suddenly feel excited.

The blazing anger in his chest was instantly suppressed by the cold feeling of his whole body, and his heart was like ashes.

"Defeated... It's all annihilated!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out and spilled down on the Northwest Plains.

The man beside him was also full of fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood." At this time, it is not too late for Mingjin to withdraw his troops, why didn't the general make a decision early?"

A miserable smile appeared on the face of the Bijia man, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his voice was low and chilling.

"Is it too late? haha——, I'm afraid you and I will also die here!

The spurs were high, pointing in the direction of the battlefield, and in the miserable laughter, I saw countless dark windward winds raging and rolling, and the war horses that rushed to the battlefield quickly slowed down after being entangled in these yin winds.

And the blood floating slaughter in the yin wind is like divine help, and the fierce momentum is hidden in the monstrous momentum!

The words were divided into two ends, but before the Blood Floating Massacre, Yun Wubei's mind was chaotic, and suddenly he felt extremely heavy.

Among the rebellious families in Youzhou, this Yucheng Xie clan is simply insignificant. Among them, the Weishui Qin family, the Younan Zhang family, and the Youdong Ma family are more than one step stronger than the Xie family.

The Vajie clan still suffered such heavy losses, how could they face the remaining rebellious families?

Now this blood floating slaughter is too high to become a Xuanling, according to the words of the old demon of Qingdai, it is not yet at the bottom of the ground. If you want to improve, you can only get it from killing.

And Yun Wubei's original intention was to train soldiers, how could he accept such a huge loss now?

"Hmph, stupid extremely! With 20,000 foot soldiers, the plain is against the heavy cavalry, that is, there is no strategy to strategize, and there is no ability to adapt to the battle, according to this, the star lord Hugh will try to turn the tide again, and only increase the laughter!"

Just as Yun Wubei was thinking about it, a sneer suddenly sounded in the Xuantian Hall of the Greedy Wolf Palace, returning to the sea of Yun Wubei's consciousness.

Suddenly, a scholarly phantom who was a few points more beautiful than an ordinary woman suddenly appeared on the side of the Qinglian of Zhihai.

I saw this phantom sneering and bowing, giving a deep salute to the old demon of Qingdai sitting cross-legged on top of Qinglian, and then suddenly got up, and his eyebrows were full of sarcasm.

"Besides, the Blood Butcher came from afar, and he was already tired. The Xie family rode in the open land of the plains to wait for work, which was the time when the momentum was at its peak, but the people who led the army were only building foundations and repairing. If before the battle begins, the head of the main general is cut off before the ten thousand armies are taken and their spirit is frustrated, why would the Blood Floating Massacre suffer so heavy casualties? Or send scouts from the Blood Floating Massacre army to carefully investigate, set up camp on the spot, spread deep trenches to resist horses, and do nothing to me?"

The sound of ridicule came, and Yun Wubei's face became more and more ugly.

However, at this time, the Blood Floating Slaughter had already gained the upper hand, and the defeat of the Xie family was decided, so he immediately sneered at each other: "My Tao is that in the original Cloud City, the high-spirited jade-faced scholar has completely died, but he is also a person with a heart, hum!"

The fierce gaze suddenly fell on the Bijia man who was more than ten miles away in the distance, and his heart was full of regret and full of emotion, and his anger broke out in vain, and he only wanted to break this person's body into thousands of pieces, cramps and bones.

After the inky Qingfeng circled in the air, it fell back into Yun Wubei's hand, the cold light above the sword spine suddenly erupted, and the qi machine locked on the Bijia big man from afar, and said with a cruel smile in the sea of knowledge: "Wang Lun, you are good at leading soldiers and are well versed in strategy, why didn't you say a word before the battle, but it was expected that Yun would not dare to kill you?"

"Hmph, Wang just wants to see what kind of ability you have to dare to do that grasshopper shaking tree!

Before the words fell, Yun Wubei's figure that rushed towards the big man in Bijia suddenly stopped, and a huge force blocked in front of him, making it difficult to move an inch like a hurricane.

At the same time, in the sea of knowledge, the sneering and sarcastic look of the jade-faced scholar Wang Lun gradually faded, and he said in a deep voice: "In the cloud road through the sky, the star lord sacrificed his life to save him, and Wang confessed his feelings. Now that the soul blood has been taken away and he is committed to the greedy wolf palace, the matter has come to this, and Wang has also admitted it!"

The color of grief between the eyebrows rose again, and the sneer on Yun Wubei's face disappeared, bowed down from afar, and said with a miserable smile: "Qing Lao said that day, after the seven orifices of Jindan are opened, even if the impact on the Yuan Ying fails, there is no risk of falling. The identity of the old man will definitely not be untargeted, so the fall of the old man must have been assassinated by the villain. Since the young man values Wang's innate killing sword intent, Wang will be the sword in the hands of the star master, so what's the matter?"

The monstrous killing intent suddenly rose to the sky, and Wang Lun shouted: "I only hope that one day, I can kill Xiao Xiaoyi who assassinated the family teacher one by one." ”

Ignoring Yun Wubei's stunned expression, a rich and incomparably strong force emerged from Wang Lun's phantom, enveloping the entire battlefield in an instant, completely isolating it from the outside world.

Then his true body suddenly appeared in the darkness of the sky, but he did not reveal the power of the golden pill in the air, and his face was actually ninety percent similar to Yun Wubei.

"It is still of great use for the leader of the Xie family to leave him alive, and now if the Xie family is eliminated, the remaining enemies of Younan will die and die under the sorrow, and they will definitely completely fall to the Zhang family, which is the next policy. ”

Yun Wubei's expression was stunned, and after a little thought, he had already noticed that something was wrong, and immediately asked in a deep voice: "According to your wishes?"

"The innate killing Dao sword intent is infinitely useful, Wang has gained it these days, and it is more than enough to control the mind of the Bijia man!

Halfway through speaking, the jade-faced scholar paused in vain, but instead looked at Yun Wubei with burning eyes, and stopped talking.

The atmosphere froze for a while.

And in the middle of the battlefield, under the shroud of the evil force in the sky, countless Yin Wind Dragons became more and more terrifying after the evil power increased several times in vain.

The remnants of thousands of heavy horses were all in this gloomy wind, as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and they lost the momentum of their horses. On the other hand, the blood floating slaughter crowd is becoming more and more courageous, and the momentum of cultivation is rising sharply.

In a short period of time, the war horses screamed and the heavy cavalry screamed.

Yun Wubei stood stiffly on the side of the battlefield, his eyes flickering.

"The Xiao Xiao who assassinated Wang Lun's teacher?"

When the day was in Cloud City, Qingyue had said that Wang Lun's master rushed to the top of the Yuanying True Monarch Realm and died, so the Xiaoxiao in the mouth of this jade-faced scholar must also be a great supernatural person at the peak of the Jindan of Qingxin Pavilion.

Moreover, when he was in Cloud City, he dared to slash the cultivation of the Qingxin Pavilion with a spicy hand, because there were young people to cover up his changing faces, and the name of Ziji was fictional, so he naturally had no scruples!

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After a moment of indecision, his eyes fell on the corpses of more than 3,000 people in the bloody floating slaughter, and he thought of Youzhou, which was a host of many constraints, and the hundreds of thousands of Liang Iron Horsemen.

At this moment, after weighing it several times, Yun Wubei was full of anger, and his eyes swept towards the jade-faced scholar in the sky.

"Sir's request, Yun agreed!"

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