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The talisman soldier flashed on the sword body, and a sword light of about several feet long was slashed towards King Quanrong.

"drink!!"

King Quanrong shouted, and the sword light was shaken away directly. He shook his head and rushed out in one step. The giant axe with his right hand spread seven or eight meters long, turning back and forth like a whirlwind.

"Ahhhh!"

A scream sounded.

The three swordsmen in a semicircle were destroyed, and the last one was torn into two halves by the whole person. The King of Quanrong walked to one of the people who had not yet completely died, looked down at him, and his iron boots stepped on his head.

Bang!

Blood splashes everywhere

Xia Ji sat in a sand dune in the distance, and he looked up at the sky, and it was still bright.

Only after nightfall can the Divine Realm increase its own a lot, and it will be more appropriate to take action at that time.

The planner has no intention.

If he had feelings, he should rush forward now and decide the victory and defeat with the Quanrong King, but in this way his own advantages will not be taken advantage of, and by then, he will likely face a single army.

The White King and the other members of the Holy Society seemed to be entangled in other places by other Quanrong troops, and could not escape. Some even wanted to come, but they were completely unable to reach them because of the long journey.

In other words, at this moment, I am the strongest combat power in this battle. If I intercept the King of Quanrong during the day, it will certainly seem to have a lot of humanity, but the winning rate will also be reduced by a few points.

If you win by yourself, the Quanrong retreats.

If you lose yourself, you will be massacred in three thousand miles.

The planners were unintentional, so Xia Ji waited quietly and watched them die.

If dozens of people can die, even hundreds or thousands of people, but it can provide an additional ten percent chance for tens of millions of people to survive, then this is not a multiple-choice question for a planner, because he will directly choose the latter.

Therefore, Xia Ji was still moving. He was adjusting his breathing luck and immersing himself in the best state to deal with this perhaps the strongest enemy he encountered in the world.

In the distance covered by his spiritual sense, the talisman soldiers were desperately drawing talismans. Some talisman soldiers watched the swordsman they knew step forward to die, and could no longer bear it. They lay on the table in pain and started crying. Wei Lan also looked pale and she was a little confused.

She kept asking herself:

If Bai Qi meets King Quanrong, will he have a way out? Is there any?

For example, Senior Brother Bai is more skilled,

Senior Brother Bai defeated the Southern Barbarian myth Meng Mulu.

But at that time, there were only three thousand barbarian soldiers, and thousands of Kunlun Taoist priests helped.

But King Quanrong has another 100,000 huge soldiers

She thought for a long time and found that if you want to comfort yourself, Senior Brother Bai will be dead whenever he meets King Quanrong. After all, she throws the pen in pain and grabs her hair. King Quanrong's invincible figure has already come into her mind.

Brother Bai cannot win, and if he meets him, he will definitely die.

You will definitely die!

For some reason, she felt sad and fell on the table and started crying. After crying, she spread out the talisman paper, calmed down, and picked up her pen to start drawing the talisman soldiers.

Gradually, cultivators began to fight with the flying sword. Unfortunately, the Chinese land was originally thin and the power of the flying sword could not be exerted a little. Even if it was fully exerted, it was no match for the Quanrong King.

Therefore, the three-foot giant sitting outside the city, waiting for the people in the city to come out to die in a cat-playing mouse-like manner, killed these monks like killing flying flies.

He would even grab the flying swords in his hands and knead them into scrap iron, and bounce them away with his fingers.

The monks flying with swords are like flies, and the swordsmen on earth who accompany the talisman soldiers are only two or three big and small ants.

He felt with interest that the morale in the city was getting lower and lower, and the people became more and more desperate, but they were still struggling to resist because he gave them hope.

As long as dawn is not over, this hope will not be shattered.

Interestingly, this struggle is really pleasant from the bottom of my heart.

"Hahaha." King Quanrong laughed loudly

While Huang Feixiong was inviting him to secretly arrange the subsequent retreat of the city, he was in charge of the army.

He knew that his side had lost, but he asked calmly:

"Who else can form a sword formation and defeat the Quanrong King and be famous for the eternal period?"

Everyone looked at you and looked at me, and then three people left the line in the distance and half knelt down and said, "I, the Three Sword King of Heaven, Earth and Man, ask for a fight!"

Huang Feixiong has studied the Fengyun List. The Three Sword Kings of Heaven, Earth and Man are ranked some on the front list, but as the Master of Fengyun Tower was replaced by Jin Lingzhi, these three people were removed from the list. Even so, they are still old.

So he sang: "Okay, give me talisman soldiers!"

The talisman soldiers of Beichen Dao Sect presented three talisman soldiers, one of which was painted by Wei Lan, and the color was golden, and the one that was not ordinary.

That day, the King of Knife grabbed the golden talisman, and the King of Knife of Knife of the Earth and Knife of Knife of Knife took the other two.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, "Today is the time for me to become famous!"

Then, the three of them were all in the same way and strided out of the door.

Huang Feixiong sang: "Beat the drum! cheer!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.

The drum sounded throughout the sky, but it stopped after less than a few breaths.

Not long after, a soldier ran over from a distance, "Report to the general, the Three Sword King of Heaven, Earth and Man was killed by the Quanrong King two moves."

Huang Feixiong looked calm and looked like this, and even some doubts were still found in his eyebrows.

Why two moves?

Shouldn't it be in seconds in one move?

As if he had noticed the general's doubts, the soldier said: "The King of Heavenly Sword is extremely brave. The first sword is golden and the evil spirit is boundless. He blocked the attack of King Quanrong and almost killed him. Unfortunately, King Quanrong reacts too quickly."

Huang Feixiong:

Let's cheat.

Let's cheat people like this.

The reason why King Tiandao was able to carry two moves was probably because the first move, Quanrong King did not pay attention, and the talisman soldiers he used were more powerful, which made him last until the second move before he died.

But this could only be thought about it in his heart. Huang Feixiong said loudly: "Okay! My Great Zhou Erlang is mighty! Who else is willing to fight? If you can repel the Quanrong King for a hundred meters, you will be a hero of my Great Zhou! I, Huang Feixiong, will definitely remember his great achievements, please report to the emperor! If you can repel him for three hundred meters, I, Huang Feixiong, will definitely ask the emperor to be a marquis and a prime minister!"

Everyone fell silent and lowered their heads to avoid gaze with General Huang in order to prevent the name.

But a stout buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the distance: "General, take this seriously?"

Huang Feixiong looked in the voice and saw a two-meter-long strong man. The strong man was wearing heavy armor and majestic. He turned out to be a deputy general in the army.

The deputy general's surname is Pan, and he is quite brave in his daily life. Huang Feixiong asked, "It's true."

The deputy general said, "The General of the Third Respondent asked for a fight, but he only needed to let the General of the Third Respondent choose his own weapons and not to stop him."

Huang Feixiong: "It's accurate."

After a moment

Deputy General Pan carried a three-meter-long military siege and shot a crossbow out of the city. He specially applied poison to the tip of the crossbow, plus a fresh talisman soldier from Beichen Dao Sect.

Obviously, this Deputy General Pan is obviously a very thoughtful person. He decided to stand 500 meters away to perform safe output.

Huang Feixiong sang: "Beat the drum! Cheer for my General of Great Zhou!"

Bang bang bang bang drums soar into the sky.

Soon.

"Reported to Deputy General Pan was chopped in half by King Quanrong with an axe and a crossbow."

Huang Feixiong covered his face and asked, "Did the barbarian take a few steps back?"

"No step back."

There was an uproar around.

The messenger retreated again.

Everyone fell silent.

Huang Feixiong looked around and asked, "Isn't anyone in my Great Zhou able to force him to take even one step?"

Wei Lan happened to draw a golden talisman soldier and came forward to deliver it. Seeing this, he whispered: "If Senior Brother Bai is here, King Quanrong will definitely be repelled!"

Huang Feixiong knew that she was angry and knew that Bai Qi was probably dead, so he didn't say anything.

But a deputy general beside Huang Feixiong said, "Miss Wei, don't belittle us. Although Bai Qi is known as the Sword Emperor, can he block an attack from a hundred thousand troops?

Not to mention a hundred thousand, I am afraid that it is the military soul giant condensed by ten thousand people, and he will never be able to stop it, but the King of Quanrong can stop it.

If Bai Qi is here, it will be a waste of his life.

What is the difference between him and us?”

Wei Lan: "He is different from you!"
To be continued...