Zhao Wuyan led the soldiers back to the rout, Han Feiguan took the lead, and the immortal cultivators he brought were like a group of flies that saw stinky meat, and they flew up one after another to look down at the defeated imperial army. These people were full of excited expressions on their faces, and their mouths were whining, as if they had returned to ancient times, those stone tools that chased wild beasts with stone sticks in hand.

Thinking about it, they are all cultivators of the Five Elements period or above, and they have an acquired advantage compared to those who only have a slight cultivation or even don't know how to cultivate. Pilots against marines, this is nothing short of a one-sided massacre.

From time to time, the prince's army looked back at the approaching "pilots" in the sky, and their hearts were filled with fear. This flying person, for them, is a strict psychological pressure. From the playful eyes of those people, it looks like a vigorous old cat, teasing a little mouse that can't escape until its mouth.

Han Feiguan had the demeanor of a general, his sword flew at the back of the line, and from his arrogant eyes, it seemed that these people in front of him could no longer escape from the palm of their hands. Han Feiguan was calm and unhurried, and in his busy schedule, he didn't forget to tidy up his clothes, as if he was a master in the world.

The prince rode his horse and galloped, and there was a strong uneasiness in his heart. The masters he brought were almost all destroyed by Han Feiguan's "Thunderbolt Fire Bomb". The only thing he can rely on now is the little fat man. However, in the face of dozens of times the cultivation master, can the little fat man cope with it?

The little fat man was also very uneasy in his heart at the moment, and he was not very afraid of the Han Feiguan army that looked like green-headed flies in the sky. However, there are three brothers, the crown prince and Liu Tian, as well as a large number of soldiers.

A gloomy look gradually hit the fat face of the little fat man, he frowned tightly, and looked back at Han Feiguan's face that seemed to be smiling, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, a cultivator in the sky drove a flying sword and fell into the ranks of soldiers, raised his sword, and took up a few heads. Scarlet blood flew in the air, like a cinnabar-colored morning mist. These masters of cultivation do not talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes at all. According to the general rules of the rivers and lakes, an opponent with such a big difference in strength should not attack the soldiers. However, these people do not ignore these things at all, and seem to take pleasure in killing.

When those soldiers raised their spears and wanted to attack the Xiuzhen master, the Xiuzhen master stretched out his sword, cut off a few spears, and brought up a few heads, and then returned to the air satisfied. What he had just done was like a falcon, hovering in the air, proud of the hen on the earth. Suddenly, the wings fluttered and fell, and a fat hen was taken and flew back into the air.

It was enough for a cultivator to do this, and those cultivators hovering in the air saw their companions slaughtering a group of people so comfortably, and they cheered with joy in their mouths, and they followed suit and attacked the soldiers below.

Among these cultivators, there is a man with prominent cheekbones and a pair of big eyes. At first glance, it looks like a pair of bull's eyes. Big eyes don't mean you have eyesight, and this bull's-eye master fully expounds this point of view.

This bull's-eyed master's face was full of excitement, his eyes showed a scorching flame, he also saw the prince's high-headed horse, and he was secretly happy in his heart, such a good opportunity for meritorious service, the little friends didn't know how to grasp it. He whined in his mouth, like a rogue Tai Sui, excited to see a strange girl.

When he rushed towards the crown prince, he didn't notice the gloating looks of the little friends beside him. When the bull's-eye master approached the prince, he was still complacent in his heart, thinking about how to ask the valley master for credit when he went back. Even, he was already thinking in his heart, after the prince rewarded a large sum of money, should he ask for a seventh aunt's wife.

When the bull's-eye master raised the sword in his hand and was about to make the first contribution to this battle, his eyes flashed brightly. Since then, his life has been fixed in the dream of marrying the seventh aunt's wife.

The bull's-eyed master didn't know how he died, and when his head was gurgling on the ground, he was still wondering who this person in the air who was dressed very similar to himself.

Blood splattered from the severed head, and the headless corpse was planted in the air like a discarded piece of rubbish without the command of a head. The long sword, which was uncontrolled, was stabbed crookedly not far from the skull, forming a clear contrast with the ugly face full of doubts.

The little fat man killed the opponent's Five Elements Stage cultivation master in one round, and he startled those people when he landed. A few of them were timid, and they couldn't even control the flying sword, so they plunged down and fell to the ground and fell to the ground with a gray face.

Han Feiguan looked coldly at the little fat man, without a trace of surprise on his face. He reached into his bosom and pulled out a black thunderbolt. Han Feiguan turned his head and looked at the little fat man with provocative eyes.

Han Feiguan thunderbolted out his hand and smashed it towards the little fat man with a whistling sound.

"Flash!"

The little fat man shouted, and the prince was taken aback, and hurriedly rode his horse. The horse had just galloped two feet away when he heard a loud "boom!" behind him. A powerful hot air flow swept from Zhao Wuyan's back, scorching his back hot.

The horse let out a long, terrible neigh, apparently burned by the flames of the thunderbolts. There was a vague smell of burning hair in the air, which made people feel disgusting.

Zhao Wuyan looked behind him again, and saw a huge hole appear on the flat avenue where he and the others were standing. There were some severed limbs in the pit, apparently left behind by the poor soldiers who had not been able to dodge in time.

The little fat man had already escorted the prince to avoid the explosion long before the thunderbolt exploded. Although he was unscathed, the black horse under his crotch was a beast after all, and no matter how well he knew human nature, he couldn't wipe out the temperament of his livestock.

The little fat man was furious, his face turned red, and he stared at Han Feiguan in the air. He pressed the Zhuxian Sword with his left hand, and the Qiushui Yanling Sword with his right hand. The clothes on his body were hunting in the north wind.

Han Feiguan was not to be outdone, and glared back at the little fat man. The eyes of the two people were like two lightning bolts with a certain bell, and there was some rattling sound in the dark.

When the little fat man was engrossed in and looked at Han Feiguan, there were two of Han Feiguan's subordinates next to him, a well-known master in Luofeng Valley, and he seemed to take advantage of the fact that the little fat man had no time to take care of them, and he made a surprise attack, wanting to strike a blow.

These two men each hold swords and combine their swords to kill the little fat man from the sneak attack. Their wishful thinking is very good, but there is nothing in this world that can be done by thinking about it.

The little fat man reacted quickly, and took out the Qiushui Yanling knife with his right hand, without turning his head, and swept back with a knife. The furious knife momentum mixed with this gossip-shaped pattern smashed hard at the two people who wanted to sneak attack behind.

The Qiushui Yanling knife is worthy of being the world's top weapon, and it slashed at the two people who sneaked attack, the swords intersected, and the face did not make a sound, so it cut even a person with a sword and a person into two.

These two people were originally floating in the air, and after being killed by the little fat man, they stumbled and fell four and a half pieces of corpses from the air. The sword was uncontrolled, and it was stuck crookedly on a stone not far away, making a whimper that was buried in good talent.

The rest of the people saw the little fat man show his skills for the first time, and they were frightened. I didn't expect that the little fat man would have the cultivation of the gossip period. Although they did not want to believe it, at that time, there was no doubt about this gossip-shaped pattern.

In today's martial arts, it is already rare to find a master for seven weeks. If you want to find a master of the gossip period, it is even more difficult to find a fat flea on the bald head. The little fat man is relatively tender, and anyone who looks at him can see that he is no more than twenty years old.

The colorless Luofeng Valley master had no time to estimate the soldiers who had not cultivated, and they gathered together and paid full attention to the little fat man.

At this time, the little fat man's hands were late, and his sharp eyes were like eagle falcons, glaring fiercely at these immortal cultivators in front of him. Looking at the dead soldiers on the ground, the little fat man was gradually blinded by hatred. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of red blood, which was a look of hatred, a look of revenge.

They all know that if it is a person, they will not be able to withstand the blow of the master of the little fat gossip period, even in the Liuhe period, and even in the Liuhe period. They gathered together and wanted the power of the multitude to be great. I want to test the strength of the group to deal with the little fat man with terrorist forces.

The little fat man moved, as if he had suddenly disappeared, and a huge knife shadow appeared out of thin air, a knife shadow more than a foot long. Before those immortal cultivators could understand what was going on, this sword shadow had already slashed at them.

These immortal cultivators have only one thought in their hearts at the moment: what a big knife!

This may have been the last thought of their lives, and before they could figure out how this huge sword shadow came from, the sword shadow had already arrived in front of them like a hurricane. A fierce cold wind passed, and the dozens of people who were originally standing there could not even see a single figure now. All you can see is a pile of meat on the ground. Some of these pieces of meat were still wearing clothes, and these clothes were obviously those worn by those immortal cultivators just now.

At this time, there was also a lone figure standing thirty meters away, this person was bloated, maintaining a sprinting posture, with a sharp knife in his hand.

This person is the little fat man, it turns out that the little fat man is angry, and he uses a trick to unite the human sword. Although these cultivation masters are already terrifying in the strength of the little fat man, they did not expect that he has reached this situation. One by one, he actually killed dozens of living cultivation masters under the knife.