The black-armored Wei narrowed his pupils. The thing in front of him was wrapped in a black robe and hood, and his expression was unclear due to the mask.
Only a pair of scarlet eyes were exposed.
This man was actually half of his body taller than him.
He is nearly six feet tall, while the one in front of him is seven feet taller.
The person who came was none other than Tu Shanjun.
The black mist transformed into a black robe, a hood, and a mask on his face.
With one palm, he smashed the head of the black-armored Wei general in front of him and pulled his soul out from hiding in his cloak. Tushanjun turned his head slightly.
A ghost eye with a faint scarlet light was revealed under the mask.
An Nanbo's body trembled: "Three tigers?"
In his impression, there were only three tigers who could have such a body.
Perhaps because he missed him so much, Annanbo mistakenly identified Tushanjun as Sanhu.
It wasn't until he saw that sideways eye that Annan knew he was wrong. He recognized the wrong person, and at the same time he didn't know who the person in front of him was and why he saved him.
It's a pity that the scarlet eye is really scary, and there is no strange expression at all, only a trace of fear.
Tushanjun didn't like to talk much, and he didn't know how to explain anything to Annanbo. He directly picked up Annanbo, wrapped it in his cloak, and carried it on his back.
"Uncle Six."
The injured boy rushed forward with a roar, trying to block a blow for his sixth uncle.
It's just that someone is faster than him, with a huge body appearing in front of many soldiers, and blue-black ghost hands wrapped in black robes, which does not affect Tushanjun's combat effectiveness at all.
Dozens of soldiers were actually penetrated by one punch.
The old soldier of the Song family saw Tu Shanjun carrying An Nanbo on his back. Without taking a closer look at the figure, he immediately shouted: "The young master is here!"
"Master Sanhu is here."
The morale was greatly boosted, and the fighting spirit of more than a hundred soldiers was high.
The spear penetrated the throat of one of the enemies.
After being stained with blood, long red tassels were flying in the air.
"Young Master is a million enemies!"
"Invincible!"
"Kill kill kill."
Tushanjun's huge body was like a battlefield tank, crushing him sideways.
Even if these thousand infantrymen were tied together, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand Tushanjun's attack.
The fist is like a heavy cannon, and dozens of people will die under Tushanjun's punch with one punch.
This is because Tu Shanjun did not use magic power and the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty were not concentrated.
Within ten breaths, thousands of soldiers were slaughtered by Tu Shanjun, and no one stood in front of him.
After bathing in blood, the evil spirit all over his body increased again.
"Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"
"Tiger tiger tiger."
The old soldier of the Song family roared, raising his sword and spear high.
They seemed to have returned to the days when they followed the Three Tigers into battle.
Listening to the war roars of the people around him, An Nanbo looked complicated, because the person in front of him was not his son Sanhu at all.
Tushanjun did not stop, raised his arms, and ordered more than a hundred soldiers to follow him.
With Tu Shanjun joining the battlefield, it is like the appearance of tanks and armored vehicles on the Great Plains battlefield where infantry are facing each other. No one is an enemy at all.
Tu Shanjun slowed down and rescued An Nanbo and the remaining soldiers within half an hour.
It's just that Tushanjun sped up during the few hundred meters and his efforts disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Before the remaining soldiers behind him could react, they could no longer find Tu Shanjun.
But they knew that Tushanjun and Uncle were definitely going forward, so they hurriedly followed them.
Return to the fairy battlefield at that time.
Tu Shanjun put Song Hao down.
An Nanbo was just holding on and not taking off his armor, but he was still conscious. He looked at Tushan Jun with doubtful eyes. He was very sure that the person in front of him was not his son.
Because this person is too strong.
It was so strong that he felt like he was no match for the most powerful warriors in the world, and even the uneasiness and fear he had originally felt were washed away.
But Annenberg was even more confused as to why such a strong man would save him.
Not only did he save him, but he also saved the remaining parts of himself.
Tushanjun dug up the accumulated new soil and lifted up the stone wall.
As the light poured in, Wen Yue slowly opened his eyes, saw Tu Shanjun's figure and said immediately: "Sir."
Tu Shanjun checked Wen Yue's situation.
With Ghost Tears as a hub, the evil spirit in the body has been stabilized, and the soul flag is still helping Wen Yue dissipate the evil spirit.
Tu Shanjun looked at the mandrill evil spirit in the soul flag. That thing had a layer of phantom of the blood ape, and a trace of the true meaning of the Demonic Ape Determining Fist was actually integrated into the mandrill evil spirit.
Fist Intention is not energy, it is just awareness, so it does not improve the strength of Mandrill Evil Soul.
Tu Shanjun thought for a while, if he ate the phantom of the blood ape, would he be able to understand the true meaning of the Silk Demon Ape Determining Fist.
But even if he has an idea, he should look at it later. Now Wen Yue needs the Demonic Ape Determining Fist to suppress the evil spirit. If this true intention is lost, there may be trouble.
Without any further thought, Tu Shanjun returned directly to the soul flag.
Wen Yue was already able to walk. He stood up and pulled up the soul flag standing behind him to support his body.
When Wen Yue walked in front of An Nanbo, he knelt on the ground.
Annenberg, who originally looked happy, was suddenly stunned. Then his eyes widened, his pupils narrowed, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Xiong son-in-law, what do you mean by this?"
"Father-in-law, Sanhu...has gone."
Wen Yue burst into tears and carefully picked up Sanhu's head, which was wrapped in a cloak.
Annan's eyes were bloodshot, he took two steps back, his face turned red.
puff.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell to the ground unsteadily, staring at the circle wrapped in the cloak.
An Nanbo quickly stretched out his hand to open the package, but his palms were trembling and he did not drop it several times.
"Three Tigers."
An Bo finally gritted his teeth and opened the package, revealing the heads of the three tigers.
He held up his head and cried loudly: "It was dad who harmed you, Sanhu."
"Dad died half a month ago."
While I was crying, the remaining songs had arrived.
Hearing Uncle Annan howling loudly, they were surprised. Then they looked at the head and saw that it was clearly Young Master Sanhu.
Everyone looked shocked and unbelievable.
Several of them even shed tears as they cried.
"Master Sanhu just saved us, how could he die?"
"impossible."
"False, I saw Master Sanhu just now."
The sound stopped suddenly, and a thought came to their minds: "Ghost?"
That figure is clearly there, how could it be fake.
But Young Master Sanhu had already died, so who saved them could only be a ghost.
It was Young Master Sanhu who still had his fighting spirit, and even after his death, he was able to reach the bottom of the valley and rescue them.
No wonder he's wearing a black robe.
No wonder only a pair of scarlet eyes are exposed.
Tu Shanjun is indeed a ghost, but it's a pity that they only had the right idea, but not the process.
He also failed to find the living soul of the three tigers. The living souls of the three tigers disappeared with the disappearance of the headless body.
"Uncle, the Northern Wei army is coming in a blink of an eye. Now is not the time to be sad. We have to go out and avenge the young master."
"Sir, it's time for us to leave."
The surviving Wen family guards gathered around Wen Yue.
Gathering the remaining soldiers, there were 3,000 people plus the 4,000 people who came to support, and now only 1,000 people are left.
Most of them were not killed in battle, but were trampled to death because Jiangyun Valley was too crowded.
And there are also most of the deserters.
Those who can really fight to the death are either those who are blocked and unable to fight, or Wen Yue's own people.
The situation here at Wen Yue's side is very bad, and the situation at Yu Wenxing's side is not much better. Twenty-two thousand of the 30,000 men have been wiped out, and now only 8,000 Chinese troops are left.
"Raise the flag."
Wen Yue ordered.
An Bo had already fainted. He had eaten little for many days and fought with others. Now he was so excited that he passed out.
Wen Yue tied the two cloaks together and carried An Nanbo on his back: "Kill out."
This chapter has been completed!