Candle wine walked into the tent.

But seeing the pearl light, the two sat opposite each other and were pushing the cup to change the lamp.

The dishes on the wine table are half crippled.

His gaze was slightly cold.

"The two of you are in such a good mood, you don't mind adding a piece of chopsticks!" said Candle Wine and sat down.

"Please!" Zhang Baijian really put out another piece of chopsticks.

The jade-colored threaded bowl, the amber-colored long chopstick, and the glass cup are filled with tooth-yellow spirit wine.

Inside the tent, the fragrance lingered, but no one moved.

Candle Wine and Chen Kai were sitting precariously, each thinking about their thoughts, but their eyes were wandering.

Zhang Baijian smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all.

"Now that it's all together, I'm just going to spread it out. ”

Zhang Baijian paused.

"I'm the commander of the Eighth Army!"

"Fart! You say you should be, you should be! Where do you put me, especially General Candle?" Chen Kai took the case, he was already yin by Zhang Baijian, and he was struck by the calculation of candle wine, and at this moment it was full of evil fire in his belly.

Candle Wine didn't speak, although tonight's events were unexpected to him, but he was still the most sure person, and he was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai at the moment.

"I say this, of course, with the intention of saying so. ”

"After taking office as the commander of the Eighth Army, Kua died at the hands of Prince Jinwu. Therefore, I decided to kill the Golden Crow Prince and boast about the undead after the festival. Even so, am I not qualified yet?" Zhang Baijian said.

Candle Wine stared, but Chen Kai was directly frightened.

"Hahaha! What crazy words are you talking about, just by you, you also want to kill the prince of Jinwu?" Chen Kai tried to hide his timid embarrassment with laughter.

Whether it is a lie or not, we will know in the future. It's just that after I kill the prince of the Golden Crow, the two of you will definitely support me to become the commander of the Eighth Army. Of course, if the two of you have the courage to kill Prince Jinwu, it will be the same. ”

"I don't know how this is?" Zhang Baijian looked at Candle Wine and Chen Kai, waiting for their answers.

Candle Wine and Chen Kai were silent.

Chen Kai looked at Zhang Baijian with the eyes of a madman, while Candle Wine looked at his eyes change.

"Yes, as you say, but you can't wait indefinitely, after all, the Eighth Army can't be without a head all the time. Three months gives you a maximum of three months. If you can't kill the Golden Crow Prince for three months, and boast about it after the ceremony with the head of the Golden Crow Prince, then you will lose your qualification to run for the commander of the Eighth Army. Candle Wine said.

Candle Wine spoke, and there was no room for Chen Kai to refute at all.

Among the three, Chen Kai's chances of becoming a military commander are the smallest. There is no backer behind him. There is no chance to play petty tricks, and the position of army commander has nothing to do with him. Unless he kills a golden crow.

The battlefield between Great Xia and the Fusang Demon Kingdom was opened on all fronts, as long as 100,000 miles away.

On a long front, lives are being lost all the time.

The bloody mist of the fierce battlefield burned and obscured half of the sky.

The wails of monsters and the roars of humans rise and fall between the plains and mountains.

"Who?" Walking on the battlefield, riding a fire horse, Zhang Baijian was harvesting the lives of demon beasts. Suddenly my whole body tensed. The glass-colored sword sliced through the void, instantly slicing the few large stones that stood in front of him into pieces.

An evil man dressed in black and with a red background walked out.

"Who are you?" Zhang Baijian stared closely at the man who had been hiding in the shadows and peeping for a long time.

"Given that your strength is not bad, you can quickly discover me when I slightly expose a trace of breath, although it will inevitably fold in my hand, but you are also qualified to know my name!"

"Wuya, remember!"

As he was talking, there was a majestic demonic aura, like a rushing tide. A ** quickly slammed towards Zhang Baijian, and the powerful demonic power squeezed the air, making a low whining sound, with a moving power.

"Bang!"

Zhang Baijian's eyes flashed coldly, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, an afterimage remained in place, but the real body had appeared strangely in front of Wuyan, and the Hundred Battles Sword in his hand turned invisible, but it was very domineering and slashed past.

Boundless all around, the strong demonic power is still vigorously drumming. Looking at the afterimage of Zhang Baijian and the disappearing Hundred Battle Sword in his hand, his eyes froze, and his whole body writhed at a very strange angle. Then he folded down, just dodging Zhang Baijian's thunderous sword.

Bang!

A gray palm, with a fierce and evil energy, brushed past Zhang Baijian's ear in vain, and the strong wind not only exploded the air, but also made Zhang Baijian's scalp numb.

The gray palms. gave Zhang Baijian a feeling of extreme danger.

Phew!

A large stone was directly hit by the gray palm, and the energy it carried was directly hit, and it was immediately weathered like the erosion of the years, and in just a moment, it experienced thousands of years of evolution.

Zhang Baijian turned his long sword, slanted open Wuya's palm, grabbed Wuya's left leg with his backhand, and smashed him to the ground.

Click!

Just as Boundless's head was about to collide violently with the ground, his head suddenly retracted into his chest cavity strangely, and his shoulders slammed into the ground. The strong force directly shook a large stone on the ground into powder. And his hands quickly pulled back, supporting the ground, his legs and the strength of his hands, quickly spun, not only got rid of Zhang Baijian's grasp, but also turned into two spirals, like blades, drawing an arc, pointing directly at Zhang Baijian's throat.

The whole series of attacks without boundaries is the weirdest method that Zhang Baijian has seen so far. His body seemed to be able to do all sorts of incredible folds and twists.

Bang!

Zhang Baijian's face remained unchanged, the long sword returned, and the sword bombarded out, and the long sword and the instep of Wuya's feet collided together. There was a sound of gold and iron resonating. The furious force erupted from the intersection of the two.

Boundless's two-legged knife naturally couldn't hurt Zhang Baijian, but Zhang Baiblade's sword couldn't hurt Wuyan either.

Suddenly, Wuya's right leg was thrown straight out, like a straight long sword, stabbing straight towards Zhang Baidao's heart.

Knock! Knock!

Just when Wuya's sudden kick was about to hit Zhang Baijian's heart, Zhang Baijian's originally outgoing long sword suddenly shot back at an impossible angle, stabbing towards Wuya's instep fiercely.

This sudden sword stabbed back, blocking the strange and tricky attack of Wu Ya. However, the powerful qi explosion and aura fluctuations brought by that kick still stabbed straight towards Zhang Baijian, Zhang Baijian tapped his toes, took a few steps back, and distanced himself from Wuya.

Both of their faces gradually began to become solemn.

The two fought hand-to-hand combat for a short time, and it felt like a chess opponent, although Wuya was a small loss, but he relied on his strange physical fitness and did not suffer the slightest injury.

On the contrary, it was Zhang Baijian, due to the urgency of stabbing the long sword back, although he blocked the heart-piercing kick of Wuya, he was also shocked by his own fierce sword qi, and his chest felt a little dull.

"Whew, whew!" (To be continued.) )