"No, maybe an enemy will attack!"

"The soldiers of Xiaofeng Pass come out of the pass to defend the enemy!"

Suddenly, Yue Kun's face changed slightly. With a command, Xiaofeng Pass opened and five thousand cavalrymen came out in sequence to block the arena and form a battle formation.

"General, what's going on? At this time, who dares to attack me Xiaofeng Pass? I wonder if I'm waiting?"

Master Mi Yue from Jingyue Temple is coldly conscious.

"Hmph, no matter who it is, I will let him go without a reply!"

Yue Kun snorted coldly, and his evil spirit gradually arose.

At this time, countless Qingzhou geniuses also looked at them.

Have they ever thought that Daoju could still encounter such an accident?

"Husband, it's husband..."

In the Hall of the Arena, Xia Hanxuan's eyes are as bright as stars.

"Hmm!? No, the armor on these cavalry seems to be my use of the big deal!"

As the cavalry got closer, Li Xunhuan suddenly frowned and said.

"It's still the big army armor from more than 20 years ago, it's so strange!"

Han Yong also saw it.

"Wait, look at the mask that the cavalry leader had before, does it look familiar?"

Suddenly, Xie Cheng took a breath.

Everyone stared at the sight, but this time, Yue Kun's face changed suddenly and exclaimed: "No, this is impossible!"

"This is the ghost face of King Jing!?"

"What!? Is it King Jing's soldiers?" The words made the wall block directly explode.

King Jing Linfu, the great military god, was once a person below one person and above millions of people.

"No, Prince Jing has been in seclusion for twenty years and has never appeared. This person is definitely not an old prince." Han Yong said decisively.

"Not necessarily, Han Yong, do you still remember the person behind the ghost face?" But the Lord of the Demon Hunting Mansion suddenly asked.

"Um?"

Han Yong looked at it carefully again after hearing this, but he suddenly took a step back, "Yan Song, the veteran in front of the prince!?"

Twenty years ago, Yan Song escorted the marriage ceremonial guards through Qingzhou, and it was Han Yong who helped him.

How could he not recognize him?

Yan Song appeared, could this person be really a military god?

Everyone was shocked, but the cavalry was extremely fast, and they had already told Xiaofeng Pass before.

The leader of the ghost face sat down and was like a horse stepping on a cloud, with a black robe sweeping through blood, like a real ghost and god.

Wonderful!

The two thousand monsters stopped fighting horses, raised their front hooves, and the neighing sounds thunderously, which shocked the geniuses on and off the ring.

However, at this time they were all shocked to find that the cavalry were covered with blood and energy.

One by one, as if they had just walked out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, the murderous aura was something that the geniuses who had never been on the battlefield could not compete with.

The cavalry had a firm look and never spoke.

On the wall, the old monsters Piquan who were shocked and suspicious in their hearts did not dare to question them.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the ghost face raised his hand.

The cavalry behind them took off their cloth bags and threw them in front of the Xiaofeng Pass warriors' defense line.

The cloth bags were scattered, and everyone saw clearly that they were bloody heads!

The heads rolled down the ground!

The number is 5,000!

Outside Xiaofeng Pass, the geniuses exclaimed one after another, and even Liang Ruoyan had started to retching. They had never seen such a bloody scene.

The ghost face palm fell down and rolled the head hanging under the horse's belly towards the guard of Xiaofeng Pass with one foot.

The guard took it in the air, but when he saw the golden arrows sank on the bloody hair of his head, his face suddenly changed.

He rolled down from the war horse and rushed towards the wall.

"Great, General!"

"Gold, golden arrow, Ola's gold medal arrow!"

The guard roared, his voice hoarse.

"What!? The gold medal arrow of Oirat!?"

Yue Lun was stunned and immediately reacted, then took the head thrown by the guard general, holding a golden arrow in his hand, Yue Lun looked in disbelief.

"What a gold medal arrow from Oirat!"

"Isn't the gold medal arrow only the general of the Ola commander? And the general of the commander of the army is the only one who exists in the Feitian Realm!"

"This head is the king of Feitian Realm!?"

The old men asked in surprise.

"That's right, the word "Boyan" is on the golden arrow. He is the general of the Western Front of Ola. He had just been promoted to the Feitian Realm two months ago."

Suddenly, the Lord of the Demon Hunting Mansion took a deep breath and flew directly down the wall.

Before he arrived at the army, he knelt on one knee in public.

"The Lord of Qingzhou Demon Hunting Palace, pay homage to His Highness Jing!"

Although he was very informed by the Demon Hunting Mansion, he had never heard of Lin Fu's arrival in advance.

But the facts are right in front of him and he cannot tolerate doubt.

In Qingzhou, who can go deep into the Oirat front and kill Boyan except the governor?

"this……"

On the wall, everyone saw the owner of the Demon Hunting Mansion kneeling. Although they were shocked and confused, they still rushed down and knelt down into a straight line.

Then, thousands of defenders from Xiaofeng Pass were behind him, and all the Qingzhou geniuses inside and outside the ring also knelt down on one knee.

"Meet Your Highness Jing."

The war god Lin Fu is a legend of Daqian. All kings and princes must kneel down and worship.

"Haha, everyone, there's no need."

However, after everyone knelt down, Ghost Face spoke with a smile.

But when his voice fell, the faces of the Lord of the Demon Hunting Mansion and others changed again.

Is this voice too young?

The first thing he realized was Li Xunhuan. He suddenly raised his head, "No, this voice... are you Shen Xiaoyao!?"

"What!? Shen Xiaoyao!?"

The old monsters then realized that they had a slight slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the slap in the

This sound is really similar.

"Haha, sirs, don't be fine!"

The man took the ghost face down, his purple eyes were faint, and his mouth was filled with an evil smile.

If it’s not Shen Xiaoyao, who is it??

"Me! Shen Xiaoyao, you lied to me to kneel down!" Zhou Jin, the owner of Qianji Pavilion, jumped up in anger.

On the ring, Yue Yun, Shangguan Hong and others were also frightened and furious.

They are all geniuses of the same generation, and they actually kneeled down for Shen Xiaoyao, which is an insult!

"Damn it, Shen Xiaoyao, you are so arrogant! Take it down if someone comes!"

Yue Kun's cheek muscles were twitching, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he raised his hand to give the order.

"Wait, I'm not asking you to kneel down. This dirty water won't be poured on me!"

Shen Xiaoyao sneered and headed straight for the ring.

Yan Song and other predecessors surrounded him, leaving no one in the defenders to stop him.

Shen Xiaoyao, who was stained with blood all over his body, pulled off his black robe, and the scales of the flying fish suit flashed.

His eyes fell on the stone tablet and the ring, swept over the blood-stained Lin Qinxue and others under the ring, and finally frozen on Xia Hanxuan on the top of the ring.

His eyes shrank slightly and he suddenly spoke.

"I have the final say in Qingzhou Daoju ranking."
Chapter completed!