One of the five enemies was dragged by Moa, Bai Yi immediately found an opportunity, the spear turned into a battle axe, and with an axe, the long knife of a black-armored monk in front of him collapsed and flew out, and before the other party could retreat, the giant axe had already transformed into a long sword, and stabbed into the opponent's abdomen like a gallop.

One hit hit, Bai Yi didn't even look at the other party's life or death, and the moment he pulled out the long sword, it had already turned into a spear again, sweeping the black-armored monks on the left and right sides.

One person was defeated, and no one could stop Bai Yi anymore, and the four black-armored monks were all shot away by him within a moment, and then returned with a shot, splitting the black-armored monk that Moa was biting out of the high platform.

Moa lay on the ground, looked up at Bai Yi and smirked, when he smiled, the blood of the enemy would be left in his mouth, and he looked like a beast.

It turned out that biting the enemy to death was Moa's way of killing people, and his tongue was torn alive by the enemy because he bit one of the enemy's hands in a major war, although the enemy died in the end, Moa's tongue was not kept.

"Moa, Moa!"

Moa was still holding the Black Tiger Battle Flag, still shouting a trumpet that no one could understand, and before his words could land, a cold light had already slashed up from behind him.

Another group of black-armored monks from the Yongchang Palace's palace attacked the high platform, and there were only three of them, and the first black-armored monk who came up slashed at Moa with a single sword.

The cultivator's sword technique was much faster than that of mortals, Moa was very agile, and when he heard the sword wind, he began to dodge, but the opponent's knife was too fast, and he was seriously injured, and he only had time to dodge his head, but he couldn't dodge the arm carrying the flag.

The sword flashed, one of Moa's arms was cut off, and the Black Tiger Battle Banner immediately fell, but it was quickly held up again by Moa with one hand, although he was covered in blood, he still resisted the battle flag straight.

The bright silver spear flew up again in Bai Yi's hand, and the three opponents were forced to retreat, but more enemies began to appear on the high platform, and Bai Yi's figure was immediately overwhelmed by countless black armor.

The black-armored monks on the side of King Puyang were a step slower, and when they climbed the high platform, there was not much place for the last high platform, and the scuffle broke out at the highest point of the Wang Qi platform, and the figures of the monks fell from time to time.

Bai Yi didn't know when there was another strange ironclad man by his side, this person's movements were extremely fast, without weapons, but he was extremely brave, turning a blind eye to the rain of swords and swords in the sky, once he found an opportunity, he would immediately hit an enemy, and although the steel knife that cut at him could cut through the iron armor, he didn't even realize it.

The second thousand-machine puppet was released by Bai Yi, a low-level puppet comparable to a qi refining cultivator, and it can almost be called an invincible existence on this kind of battlefield, because the puppets have no life, let alone pain, they only obey the orders of their masters, and even if they fight until only their heads are left, they can bite the enemy fiercely.

With the assistance of a thousand machine puppets, Bai Yi was finally able to deploy in the crowd, and in a short time, more friendly troops had rushed to the high platform, and the situation on the side of the Puyang Royal Mansion immediately prevailed.

The opponent is constantly rotating on the high platform, someone is knocked out of the high platform, and someone below immediately makes up for it, no one can see clearly whether it is the enemy or his comrades who appear in front of him at the next moment, even Bai Yi can't predict it, because the absolute spirit armor not only blocks the spiritual power, but also blocks the spiritual sense.

The enemy in front of him was swept away by Bai Yi's shot, and he raised his head sharply, and the Wang Qi was above his head.

Without delay, Bai Yi rushed a few steps to step onto the top of the Wang Qitai, and at this moment, a cyan figure suddenly pounced up from below.

It was more than a dozen green-armored monks, all of them were in the realm of the Qi refining period, and as soon as these dozen or so people rushed up, they didn't even use weapons, and pounced directly on Bai Yi, because the distance was too close, Bai Yi only had time to fly three, and he was surrounded by the remaining green-armored monks.

At the moment when Bai Yi was surrounded, a very sturdy black-armored monk immediately turned over and climbed to the top of the high platform, grabbing Wang Qi with a hideous face.

Entangling Bai Yi with the life of the Qingjia monk was the final tactic that King Yongchang came up with in order to achieve the final victory, and it was obvious that this tactic was about to succeed.

In the extremely chaotic battlefield, he couldn't use his spiritual sense, Bai Yi could only judge the battle situation with his eyes, but a person's eyes were limited after all, and he was surrounded by more than a dozen monks who suddenly came and didn't want to die, and he couldn't break free for a while.

Desperately breaking free from more than a dozen Qingjia monks, the coldness in Bai Yi's eyes was even stronger, the Wang Qi was about to be pulled up, he had no time to stop it, once the Wang Qi was pulled up by the enemy, it would indicate another defeat of the Puyang Palace.

Ni Qiuyu still didn't have a chance to climb to the highest level of the Wang Qi platform, her eyes were red when she saw that the enemy was about to pull up the Wang Qi, but she still couldn't rush away from the black-armored monk who was fighting her, even Mu Ling, who was flying with two knives, had no chance to get close to Wang Qi.

King Puyang's heart has completely sunk, if he can't win this year, his palace may not be able to be saved, there is no resources to supply his soldiers and horses, and he will not even be able to gather a single soldier in the coming year.

Everyone's hearts sank, and they watched as the black-armored monk held the royal flag, but before he could pull it out, another pitch-black banner ghostly appeared at the top of the high platform.

At this time, Moa was like an evil ghost, pounced on the black-armored monk who held the royal flag, he only had one hand left, the black tiger battle flag was held in his arms, and after pounced on the other party, he opened his bloody mouth and bit the other party's hand that wanted to pull out the flag.

The black-armored monk at the top of the high platform shouted, picked up the giant knife, and slashed directly at Moa's back, maybe this knife was too hard, and even the back of the knife was deeply trapped in Moa's body, and it was stuck by Moa's bones, and he couldn't pull it out for a while.

After receiving this knife, Moa was already certain to die, but he desperately put his Black Tiger Battle Banner and the King Banner together, and then cracked his big mouth full of blood, and shouted frantically at the army under the high platform again.

"Moa, Moa!"

The stocky mortal, with a huge knife embedded in his back, missing an arm, and his body about to be cut in half, was still shouting slogans that no one could understand.

Before dying, Mo'a's gaze turned to Bai Yi, and he used the last strength of his life to hug the black tiger battle flag that belonged to Bai Yi a little tighter again, so that this battle flag that had accompanied him all his life was still as straight as a spear piercing the sky as it had been for decades.

The indifference in Bai Yi's eyes gradually fluctuated, he had experienced too many tragic battles, the death of a mortal in battle could not leave a trace in his eyes, but Mo A, who died in battle, made his calm and cold heart ripple a little.

"Moa, Moa......"

muttering Moa's unintelligible cry, suddenly, Bai Yi understood Moa's meaning.

It was clearly a veteran of a hundred battles, shouting the horn of attack in the array of all armies.

Moa......

Come on!