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Chapter 215 Jianruo Jinghong, Tengjia Army!(1/2)

boom!

The sky thunder rolled, and the evil spirit and blood knife condensed.

Above the sky, silver and white thunder and lightning landed, instantly extinguishing the evil spirit and blood knife.

The righteous energy of heaven and earth is the most restraining evil spirit, let alone the righteous energy of heaven and earth that condenses into thunder.

Jian Jiu fought against the man in the white robe and hat, but he was completely defeated.

With the blessing of the opponent's sword formation, it is extremely powerful.

"I want you to die today!"

Seeing this, the man in the head was smiling proudly.

The voice was hoarse, but it was disguised.

"Oh!"

Ying Ziye smiled disdainfully and said calmly: "Just rely on the sword formation."

Master Xiaomeng, Hou Qing, Ying Gou and others took action when they saw this.

However, under the siege of so many masters, the sword formation formed by the white robe and the bamboo hat still stood tall.

With the blessing of the sword formation transformed by the sword technique of killing the sky, the man in the white robe and hat turned into a whole.

It surpasses the celestial phenomena and has the power of land gods!

Although facing the crowd and the army, the sword formation formed by the white robe and hat was at a disadvantage, it still remained unbreakable.

"If I hadn't had something to do today, I would have killed you with my own hands."

Seeing this scene, Ying Ziye couldn't help but feel helpless.

Time was tight, and these white robes and hats were unknown to which family of enemies, but they made trouble at this time.

Ying Ziye frowned, unable to take down the other party in a short period of time, and continuing to entangle would make Mr. Lu even more dangerous.

"General Meng Tian, ​​you and Hou Qing and others will get rid of these people."

Ying Ziye felt relieved and ordered in a deep voice: "I will hurry to Wusong Mountain first."

"But, the Eighth Master, there must be an ambush there!"

Meng Tian frowned and his face was solemn and advised him.

"There's no time."

Ying Ziye shook his head and said, "I have decided, so there is no need to persuade me."

"Since that's the case, in order to protect the safety of the young master, the general asked to personally lead 500 soldiers to follow him!"

Seeing this, Zhonglimei knew that he could not stop it, so he immediately asked.

"Um!"

Ying Ziye nodded slightly.

Hou Qing and others were fighting with people with white robe and hats, leaving behind to help Meng Tian.

Only Jian Jiu and Yuan Tiangang followed Ying Ziye and went with the five hundred elite cavalry led by Zhongli Mei.

He walked around the sword formation formed by the white robe and hat men and rushed out from one side.

"hateful!"

The man in the white robe and hat couldn't help but roar when he saw this scene.

The sword formation deflected and chased Ying Ziye.

The sword is astonished as the geese!

A group of men with white robes and hats turned into a huge long sword and walked quickly.

But the sweeping monk took action.

The stars are changing!

The brilliant starlight was flourishing, turning into a huge vortex of starry sky, covering a group of people with white robes and hats.

The opponent's movement trajectory is instantly forced by the powerful attraction and the speed is reduced.

At the same time, Master Hou Qing, Ying Gou and Xiaomeng also took action to stop them.

Bloody Record!

Endless blood light filled the sky, condensed into a line, swept towards the sword formation.

Firefly hooks his hands and dances, mysterious runes are inscribed in the void, with blood rays covering the sky and the sun.

Under the strong evil spirit, corpse ghosts condensed and rushed towards the white-robed and hated men.

Master Xiaomeng raised his slender hands, Qiu Li's long sword buzzed and flew up instantly.

More than a dozen long swords were divided around him and slashed towards the sword formation.

He stepped lightly and walked towards the sword formation.

The surrounding heaven and earth gradually turned into black and white.

At the same time, Meng Tian led a large army to rush towards the white-robed and hated men.

The military formation is strong!

Unstoppable.

The man in the white robe and hat looked ferocious, and he wanted to chase Ying Ziye and others.

However, he was entangled by Meng Tian's army, Hou Qing and others, and even fell into a disadvantage and could not pursue it at all.

Fog Songshan!

Because there are many pine trees growing, they are shrouded in white mist every morning and dusk.

It was noon at this time and the white fog gradually dissipated.

Only dew remains on the flowers, plants and trees.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves fall one by one.

Thirty thousand South Vietnamese troops were ambushed here.

Most of them wear pickles or leather armor, but only a few people wear iron armor.

The spear and sword in his hand were stained with mottled blood.

He was looking around carefully and carefully, his eyes were fierce.

"Misty Songshan, we're here."

Zhonglimei looked around and spoke.

"Um!"

Ying Ziye nodded slightly and looked around cautiously.

Just now.

Seeing Ying Ziye and everyone arrived.

The Nanyue general's eyes were burning and a fierce smile on his lips walked out from one side.

"Eighth Master!"

The South Vietnamese general sneered.

Ying Ziye glanced at him lightly and asked, "Who are you, where is Mr. Lu?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The general of Nanyue laughed coldly, took out a long sword on his waist, and said with a grim expression: "Of course I am the one who killed you. As for Mr. Lu, I will let him accompany you after you die."

The voice was filled with pride and rampant.

"Oh!"

Ying Ziye whispered softly, his eyes became cold, but he had already revealed murderous intent.

"war!"

The general of Nanyue raised his sword in his hand and slashed it forward.

With a command.

In the surrounding mountains and forests, figures suddenly floated up.

Zhang Gong took an arrow and shot Ying Ziye and others.

!!

Thousands of arrows are fired at once!

It was like a cloud covered with clouds.
To be continued...
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