"Suspend the jump first." Ding Hao ordered.

Because he saw densely packed feather tribes flocking in the sky in the distance, and space portals opened further away, and endless feather tribe army came like a tide. It was obvious that he decided to kill the so-called military advisor of the King of White.

"kill!"

The young man with long purple-red haired spear was like a dragon in his hand. He stabbed out with one shot. Hundreds of fire dragons soared into the sky and swept into the feather army. In an instant, countless feather powerful men fell down like dumplings.

"Protect the Military Advisor!"

Hundreds of patrol experts rushed in without fear of death to stop the army.

It is obvious that the people on the silver broken flagship are very, very important to them.

Unfortunately, although hundreds of people are brave, the number of people is too different. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the patrol masters fell. This scene is very tragic. Before death, every patrol master chose to self-destruct, and would rather die than replace several enemies.

"Ahhhh, damn it, kill me!"

The young man with long purple hair roared angrily, like a tiger stepping into a flock of sheep, relying on his own to fight against the tens of thousands of feather army that were swarming in, and trying his best to delay the army's pursuit, obviously buying time for the silver flagship.

call out!

Fire red arrow flowers bloom in the sky.

This is the signal of the White-clothed King Army asking for help.

But it was obviously too late. Only two patrol teams around him arrived at the first time, but there were only a hundred people, which was difficult to resist the crazy feather army.

"Sir, Military Advisor, please leave, I will hold these miscellaneous people!"

The young man with long purple hair looked crazy and was injured on many sides of his body, but he would rather die than retreat and wanted to delay time. At this time, a young strong man with six black and white wings on his back turned into a stream of light, dragging the young man with long purple hair and not giving him a chance.

Ding Hao's eyes fell on the ragged silver flagship.

The ship was broken and there were fires everywhere, but above the bow, an old man with gray hair was sitting quietly in a wheelchair, orderly commanding the soldiers and warriors to put out the fire and fight back.

This old man should be the military advisor who was trying to protect the White King Army. However, he seemed to be paralyzed in his lower body, sitting on an inscription rattan chair, which was floating in the air, and his knees were covered with a blanket, and he could not walk automatically. His face was clear and sharp lines like a knife cut, and his eyebrows were hanging over his eyes like a giant knife. His eyes were slanted and long, and he had an indescribable fierce murderous aura.

The old man's strength is not high, and it seems that he can barely reach the realm of a great martial artist, and it is not yet innate.

A little girl with a white jade carving stood quietly beside the old man, looking less than ten years old, but she was not panicked at all in the face of such danger. She had a kind of calmness that was rare in adults, gently pounding the old man's legs.

A flash of lightning flashed through Ding Hao's mind.

He has seen this girl before.

It was the beautiful little girl who appeared in the crowd on his wedding day.

Ding Hao seemed to realize something.

Just then—

boom!

A violent energy turbulence burst.

Just saw a figure covered in blood being bombarded. It was the young man with long purple hair. His body was almost broken and the spear in his hand had also broken. He coughed up blood in his mouth, but there was an astonishing fighting spirit in his eyes. He roared and was about to rush forward...

But in the next moment, a white sword light passed by him.

call out!

Puff puff puff puff!

In an instant, hundreds of feather masters were directly slashed by the extremely powerful sword light, and blood rain filled the sky and feathers splashed.

The young man with long purple hair was stunned and subconsciously looked back.

I saw that the young man in blue was bent over the [Yuanfan] and flicked his fingers.

Swallowing, swishing, swishing!

A series of white streams burst out from his fingertips, and the next moment it turned into a white sword light that was thousands of meters long, slashing across the void and instantly slashing into the feather army, as if a red soldering iron was inserted into the fresh cheese. The tide-like feather army was cut into a crack!

What a powerful strength!

It's simply incredible!

Duanmu Hui, a young man with long purple hair, was shocked by the shock.

The strength of this state is no longer something he can imagine.

Unexpectedly, at a critical moment, it was this person who he regarded as a spy who took action to turn the tide.

"Who is the opposite? Why did the big event of my feather tribe royal court?"

The six-winged black and white-winged feather tribe who took action before yelled, and this time he paid a huge price to kill the most terrifying think tank under the White-clothed King. He was already sure to win, but unexpectedly, an extinct evil star suddenly appeared, and it was about to be a bad thing.

Ding Hao stood tall at the bow of the ship without saying a word.

Swallowing, swishing, swishing!

Sword lights slashed out from the sky as Ding Hao's mind turned.

The sword light was only a faint silver light at first, but after it shot out several meters, it would soon turn into a huge sword light that was thousands of meters long. The cold air in the void was thriving, and snowflakes were flying, as if it was a cold winter. All the strong men of the feather tribe felt their limbs stiff. The terrifying huge sword light slashed across the line, just like a sickle cutting wheat, and instantly harvested countless creatures!

For a time, the sword light was born and destroyed in the void within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the cold air was soaring, just like the sword realm of the death Jedi.

"Damn, who is it? Do you dare to leave your name?"

The strong man from the Black and White Six-winged Feather Clan roared. He was sure that the evil star suddenly came out was not from the King of White. The information showed that the strength of the King of White was just like this.

Ding Hao still said nothing.

call out!

A strongest sword intent slashed out silently.

The black and white six-winged feather tribe's powerful man noticed something, his face changed, but he had not reacted yet, and he felt a chill in his neck, and then his entire head was suddenly cut off silently, and the six wings behind him became twelve pieces, blood flew out and was instantly cut into invisible.

The psychological defense line of the feather army collapsed instantly.

The man standing at the bow of the ship opposite didn't say a word, but seemed to be an irresistible silent killing god. He easily killed thousands of feather tribe army. Even their commander was instantly killed, which gave the feather tribe army an illusion that the man in blue was simply invincible.

The feather army had a disagreement, and some of them were so scared that they immediately retreated, while some rushed up to avenge the commander...

But no matter what, the sword lights slashed in the sky would not hesitate.

The sword wind will not keep people.

In an instant, thousands of feather soldiers were beheaded.

Now the last courage in the hearts of the feather army completely disappeared.

They flapped their wings and turned around and fled.

...

Qinglong sat on the floating rattan chair and looked at the man in green in surprise.

What a terrible strength.

This was the first time he had seen someone who could suppress the nearly ten thousand feather tribe army in such a way, including a black and white six-winged feather tribe commander. The huge sword light that kept slashing out across the sky was unimaginable and sharp attack power.

This kind of strength is definitely in the divine realm.

Such a young powerful divine realm can stand side by side with the White King Mian.

If this person can be won over to become the assistant of the King of Whites, the power of the Whites can go out of Weizhou and control the six or seven states in a radius will not be a problem. It can protect more human races and realize their ambitions and ambitions.

"I know him."

The little girl Liu Lingzui next to her suddenly spoke.

"Oh?" Qinglong's eyebrows raised.

"He is Brother Mu's enemy." Liu Lingzui said seriously, "But in the Northern Region, many people are willing to follow him and fight for him. His influence in the Northern Region is great, far exceeding that of Brother Mu in China."

Qinglong's eyebrows moved again.

So that's it.

No wonder his strength is so terrible. He suppressed an army with one person. How could such a young man be an unknown person? He wanted to win him over before, but it was a bit naive. It is said that the white-clothed King Mianxia was also from the Northern Region. No wonder he was forced to go to Middle-earth with his strength. It turned out that his opponent was so extraordinary.

A hint of excitement arises in Qinglong's heart.

The stronger the opponent is, the more excited he is.

This is also one of the reasons why he was able to become the most trusted think tank and aide of the King of White in such a short time from a disabled person who was not yet in the innate realm. Everything he suffered in the past fifty years has allowed him to develop a calm mind that is almost cruel, and he can have an insight into the minds of all people. Dozens of different experiences have given him outstanding talents in layout and leadership.

In this world where the strong are respected, sometimes wisdom can change a lot of things.

These thoughts flashed through Qinglong's mind, and the thought of winning over Ding Hao was gone. He sat on a rattan chair, bowed to Ding Hao in the distance, and shouted loudly: "Thank you for your help, Qinglong is very grateful."

far away.

Ding Hao did not chase and kill the remaining troops of the feather clan.

When he heard the sound, Ding Hao bowed his hand and thought that the name Qinglong was a little special, but he didn't take it to heart. In fact, at this time, Ding Hao had already guessed who the so-called King of White Clothes was.

"Duanmu Hui had offended many times before, so please forgive me." Duanmu Hui, a young man with long purple hair, was covered in blood, bowed in the void with a very sincere attitude.

For him, even if he sacrifices his life, he must protect the Qinglong Military Advisor. Since Ding Hao has turned the tide, he can even kneel down.

Ding Hao also admired this loyal, brave and tough young man, but since the other party was the King of White, he would no longer think about it. He said no thanks and ordered the [Yuanfan] to start to jump, and the ripples in the void were rippling. [Yuanfan] plunged into the ripples and disappeared in an instant.

"Hey? You're leaving so soon?" Duanmu Hui felt a little sorry: "I want to invite him to visit Weicheng."

"You can't help him." A trace of warmth flashed in Qinglong's eyes, which were as long as a knife.

"Ah? The military advisor means... do you know him?" Duanmu Hui said in surprise.

At this moment, another light and cold voice came: "I know him."

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