Wangjun pierced the palace and broke the formation with a roar!

The burly and stout Wangjun, the Wangjun with a big head, and the gray-white mane like frost and snow, the body is not like a horse, but like a cow. Rabbit ears and elephant belly, lion nose and tiger mouth, indescribable strange and ugly indescribable majesty and domineering, the king of horses is really good! There are many kings in the world, there is only one king of horses, the more the majesty of Wangjun is closer, the more aware he is, the more he moves, the roar is like the wind, the roar is like thunder, and the roar is really like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and the shock is that people are turning over on their backs and turning into a big mess: "Hmph!" Wu Chuchu covered his ears and was very proud: "Haha! Look who dares to bully the lord of this county, so that you know how powerful Wangjun is!"

As soon as Wangjun came out, the situation reversed.

Even a horse can change the pattern of a war, and there are many allusions to the famous horse savior Divine Pony throughout the ages. Since the beginning of the confrontation between the two sides, the Longjing army has the advantage everywhere, and the Xiliang army is controlled everywhere, such as Qingyun's victory over Chili, Wangjun also saw it, but Wangjun didn't care. Countless times he had seen strong winds and waves, and countless times the Iron and Blood Killing Array had rushed through, Wangjun had experienced more things than any horse or even anyone present, of course, this was only one of them.

There is no doubt about the power of the horse king.

When Wangjun stepped into the battle, every horse was intimidated by its might, and he was sincerely afraid and did not dare to move. Like the curly jade lion of the black bone king's mount, like the yellow horse ridden by the Taoist priest, like rouge. Hundreds of thousands of people and hundreds of thousands of horses, one of the most unpromising is Rouge, the king of horses in front of the Rouge was frightened and fainted before he opened his mouth, fainted directly, and did not wake up. Rouge was lucky not to hear that roar, otherwise it would still be a faint word, but it would have suffered one more sin. At this time, he had been rescued by Master Lingxiu, who had been carried back to the city by Wuchan, and did not mention it.

"Moo-"

The three princes of Wuwu and the three foals under the seat knew their power very well, so they fled away when Wangjun was about to roar, and the real victims were the two people and a horse in front of the battle, the peony god who lost his love for horses and the white-faced general who rode a yellow horse: "Spray!" A roar, two voices, when the gesture buzzed in the chest and throat low and rolling, half like a cow moo and half like a thunder, that roar suddenly, really a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the ears, the loss of brittleness, thick and heavy: "Ahhhh

"Heh!" Daoist Fang's eyes darkened, his mind was blank, and he had a feeling of deep drunkenness.

And the peony god rolled his eyes on the spot, sat down on the ground, and felt like he was poisoned: "Mother!"

Generally, the head is dizzy, and then the headache is cracking, the bells and drums are ringing in the ears, and the flowers are blooming in front of them.

That is to say, these two are stupid.

10,000 years later.

Peony got up and ran away, not saying a word.

Revenge! Revenge! Hurry back to the city, with only one thought, take the gun! Take the cannon! This is too embarrassing!

And Fang Yin, frowning, was puzzled.

The strange thing is that the yellow horse was indifferent, did not seem to hear, stood steadily, and did not take the king of the horse Wangjun in his eyes.

A yellow horse.

Looking back, the yellow horse that the old master was riding was also indifferent, calm and indifferent.

Qingyun, but there is no trace.

Strange, strange, even stranger is that when he turned around, the little county lord of Wuchuchu had already ridden away, only to see a huge horse butt and a stubby and ridiculous tail: "Yes, yes." ”

Why is that?

This time it was Daoist Fang's turn to figure it out, could it be that the horse had broken his brain and had a delusion?

"Click-click!" So much so that when the black bone slapped the horse again, he raised his long knife high and cut it down fiercely: "Boom-"

Still unaware.

Thousands of hustle and bustle into the ears, really like a dream, in a moment, how long.

Gradually approaching the middle of the sky, the dome is reckless, and there are mountains in the east one after another, like waves when the breeze blows. The north is the wilderness, there is the Python River in the south, the ancient city is backed, and the Gobi tidal flats in the west are not seen to be endless and desolate. The company camp is connected to the heaven and the earth, the waves are stacked on top of each other, and the flags are displayed in tens of thousands, and the color is black, white and gold. The scene in the dream is clear, but he never wakes up, and when he thinks about it, it is really like a dream: "Fang Yin, Fang Yin, this is the battlefield, the battlefield of Jin Ge Iron Horse!"

Muttering, flying short and long, you can see a horse rushing, you can see a horse rushing immediately.

The horse is a good horse, a curly-haired jade lion, and the snow practice is also white, and there is not a single stray hair on the body. Head to tail, one zhang long, hooves to ridges, eight feet high, fist hair around the neck, fluffy and long. It is also a rare horse, when it is not inferior to Qingyun, look at its four hooves flying fast like a meteor, and its vigorous posture is full of the beauty of strength. It will be a fierce general, the lion king has black bones, a lion nose and an eagle's mouth, and his black and thick beard is unkempt, isn't it an angry male lion! Lion man, lion horse, what kind of knife is the knife? The knife is a giant horse chopping knife, cutting people and horses and killing lion tigers, and the black back and white blade are slightly arcing.

The horse is a BMW, the knife is a treasure knife, it is complementary to each other, and the people are also domineering!

Unlike Fang Yin, Fang Yin's yellow horse is not a horse or a steed, but a war horse that is no longer ordinary.

Strange and strange, why is it not afraid of the king of horses?

Jun Tian Jun Tian, a sword weighing thirty pounds and six feet, looks bigger and heavier than his sword, so it is-

No edge, no edge, the victory is strong.

Sturdy and durable, that's the biggest benefit.

I see, this is a sword that charges into battle, and Juntian is suitable here because of its practicality.

Uncle Kong, Uncle Kong, Fang Yin understood, why Huang Ma was not afraid of it!

Because it's one, old horse.

Old and decayed, old and unbearable, old and faint, it can't see clearly, it can't hear clearly, and it is not afraid of thunder again. The old man is a man, the old man is a man, sharp and skinny, and has suffered a lot of troubles. Let that divine beast roar like thunder, it is not afraid of thunder and thunder, let that king be powerful in the world, it is a body without concern. Born to be a horse, after a lot of hard work, it is not as glorious as the king of horses, but it has experienced the suffering and poverty, how can you see it: "Yes, yes." ”

Wangjun is gone, because of respect, this is an old horse worthy of respect.

"Click, click, click!" "A horse stepped through thousands of mountains and rivers, and flew into the depths of the dream.

The sound of hooves, stepping on the bizarre world, walking into stunned eyes, walking into unfinished love, raising throbbing hearts, raising faint dust. There are also thin crow's feet at the corners of the eyes: "Boy, this is for you." "In an instant, how short, Boss Su is already old and Boss Fang has finally grown up, wooden man, wooden horse, who is jumping and shouting haha laughing and shooting people and shooting horses and shooting wooden birds circling and flying in the sky, and finally I can see that the little robe that hunts in the wind is like a bright red flag: "Huh-"

Lock in the joy of that time, engraved in your mind.

It's coming!

One day, it will move with the wind, and it will be as bright as new: "Woo-"

A shocking dream!

"Dang!"