In the battle group, Zhu Yuanzhang ignored his identity and drew his sword and entered the enemy's formation to kill. At this time, all military tactics were nonsense, only killing and killing... and making progress when he killed Yang Xiao.

After Wang Baobao was in the Central Army, although he could not ride a horse on the mountain, his generals still had no less heroic posture...

"Report... the bitter one is asking for a visit!" The dragon supporter appeared.

"Oh?" Wang Baobao was stunned, "He didn't go to find Minmin's traces, why was he here?"

"Kudoutuo held a woman and saw that the serving was the princess. He couldn't speak, but just walked towards this side, so we couldn't stop him."

"Don't stop him." Wang Baobao waved his arms and ordered.

Fan Yao could not stop him from having such martial arts skills. As soon as he finished speaking, he had already arrived here with Zhao Min in his arms.

He glared at Wang Baobao, as if he was about to eat him 195

The hero left...

Wang Baobao smiled and said, "Master Ku, I'm sorry... The military strategy is like a mountain. I said when to attack and when to attack, I don't know that Minmin was originally at the top of Guangming."

Fan Yao snorted and walked towards Wang Baobao with Zhao Min in his arms.

"Bold!" The sergeant beside Wang Baobao stopped him and said angrily.

"Get out quickly." Wang Baobao stopped, "Master Ku worked diligently in the royal palace for more than ten years, and was only ordered by his father. Even I had to give in to three points."

When the soldiers heard this, they had to retreat.

"Is Minmin okay?" Wang Baobao asked.

Fan Yao didn't say anything, but just walked towards him.

Wang Baobao smiled and said, "By the way, you are going to return Minmin to me... No need, the two armies are fighting now. This place is dangerous. Just take Minmin back to the palace. I will apologize to her when I go back."

Wang Baobao said nothing else. He just thought that Zhao Min fainted. Now that military is the first, it is naturally not the time to take care of his sister. I believe that both his father and Zhao Min will understand it in the future.

But Fan Yao's steps did not change at all, and he still came step by step.

"I said, Master Ku, it is not advisable to recover from injuries here. You can take Minmin away first."

Fan Yao ignored him and continued to move forward. He walked faster and faster.

Wang Baobao looked at Fan Yao's expression and suddenly felt aroused all over his body.

The hero left... the spirit, a kind of intuition that had been playing between enemies and us for many years, awakened him from life and death.

"Save—I—!" Wang Baobao roared wildly.

But after all, this is too close.

While he roared, Fan Yao had thrown Yang Buhui out of his arms. Buhui held a dagger in his hand, showing a fierce light on his face, and stabbed Wang Baobao directly.

Wang Baobao is a general in the army, and his martial arts are only at the superficial realm of muscles and bones. Faced with Fan Yao's desperate attempt, Yang Buhui's desperate stabbing did not react at all.

"Ao…………!!”

Seeing that the dagger was about to stab Wang Baobao's left heart, he suddenly heard a roar, like a lion's roar.

Fan Yao was shocked and subconsciously said: "The Lion King...the Lion King...the Lion King is back?!!"

Under this roar, the soldiers in the radius of hundreds of meters covered their ears and squatted on the ground, life was worse than death. Yang Buhui was shocked by this. His mind was buzzing, and he was in a trance. A long sword fell to the ground.

However, after all, she had the bloodiness of Yang Xiao and Ji Xiaofu. She ignored her resistance and let her seven orifices bleed, gritted her teeth, and used her hands to fight the enemy. She finally attacked Wang Baobao, grabbed Wang Baobao's neck and strangled her to death.

Wang Baobao covered his ears while being pinched by Yang Buhui, which felt like hell.

After Fan Yao's expression flashed, he quickly used his skills to resist the lion's roar and waved his palm to kill him.

It couldn't be Xie Xun, he was thinking too much.

However, a figure was faster than him.

A man in an ordinary military uniform jumped from more than ten meters away in just one step to Wang Baobao, raised his palm and slashed...

Fan Yao is proud of his actions and is vicious, even doing everything he wants to do and doing everything he wants to do.

But seeing this man's methods made Fan Yao feel cold from the bottom of his heart.

The man's palm really hit Yang Buhui's neck. While Yang Buhui was hit by the lion's roar, his facial features were in a semi-blind state, and he just pinched Wang Baobao tightly, so he could not resist at all.

That man can no longer describe it simply... This chapter slashed Yang Buhui's neck... It was like an ordinary woman cutting vegetables, and everything should be done, with a terrible cruelty.

She didn't regret being slashed. In an instant, the tendons and bones in her neck were broken. She only knew how to strangle Wang Baobao to death, but her hands were still not relaxed.

Slowly, slowly, her neck tilted down, and suddenly drooped like a broken onion onion. Although a drop of blood was not left, there was no sound.

Fan Yao didn't dare to look at him anymore, so he just rushed forward angrily, asking for a fatal blow to Wang Baobao.

The figure turned around, like a ghost, and his finger seemed fast and slow, and it had already tapped on Fan Yao's waist.

Fan Yao's body stiffened, his expression was ferocious, and he felt that a very yin force penetrated into his body along the small fingers, and from that point on his waist, towards his internal organs, and towards his limbs. Anywhere he could be frozen by the yin force.

However, Fan Yao was not at all casually. His internal force exploded, which shocked the cold air and also damaged his internal organs. With the inhuman willpower, he continued to take action. Killing Wang Baobao must be chopped down. For the thousands of soldiers of the Ming Cult, and for the foundation of the Ming Cult for thousands of years...

But this palm did not slash.

The second finger of the figure pointed straight at Fan Yao's left heart.

With one finger, Fan Yao's figure immediately became extremely slow, but was still moving.

He murmured desperately: "The thief......the human...the soul...is not dispersed..."

The figure didn't say anything, and the third guide was on Fan Yao's sky spiritual cap.

As a result, Fan Yao stayed in place like an ice sculpture of Rakshasa and never moved again.

In an instant, the two masters of the Ming Cult were killed, and their death was miserable and strange. They still pinched Wang Baobao until their death, and finally they were like a doll with a broken head, with no expression on their face. Fan Yao's expression at the last moment was comparable to an evil ghost, but it was a bottle of frozen evil ghost.

Wang Baobao stripped Yang Buhui of his hands, and even though he faced all this, his hands were trembling.

"I didn't expect... Kutou Tuo would betray... He had been hiding in the palace for decades. What kind of heart should he be..." Wang Baobao looked at Yang Buhui's body in a panic in a daze, and his heart was cold again, "The Ming Cult is all powerful generals with such heart... Even a woman can do this. If this disaster is not eliminated, the court will never have peace."

Then, he slowly walked to the sergeant and bowed, "Thank you..."

The man raised his arm and said, "No need, they are all for the court. Even if you die, there will be new people on the way. You and I are already familiar with each other. It would be troublesome to talk to other people."

Wang Baobao was cold again. This person's logic was too cold. He just was too lazy to talk to other generals to save himself.

At this moment, looking at the corpses of Yang Fan and the others, Wang Baobao only sighed in his heart: "So what if you kill me? There will be someone to take over. It's a bit worth it to die."

After saying that, he asked someone to pack up the body, shake the flag and shake the drums, and asked the soldiers to shout that the assassin was dead. At the same time, he wrote a letter and sent it to the Ming army, urging him to surrender quickly.

For a time, the morale of the Yuan army was greatly boosted, and thousands of soldiers shouted together.

"The assassin is dead!! The assassin is dead!!"

These thousands of shouts were like thousands of knives inserted into Yang Xiao's heart.

His eyes were full of blood and his palms were tightly clasped on the Holy Fire Order.

"kill………………"

With Yang Xiao's low roar, the team of only a few dozen Ming Cult masters scattered everywhere. They launched suicide attacks, hoping to kill more Yuan generals, disrupt their formation, and create opportunities for the army.

Wang Baobao glanced at the battle group and shook his head: "As you said, when the two armies fought, the martial arts masters were just stronger soldiers, and they were futile in doing so. Even if they were as strong as Guo Jing and Huang Rong back then, they would have gone into vain under my Dayuan iron horse, let alone these grass mustards!"

"This is most of the time." The man looked at the dazzling figures in the army and ignored it. "But in legend, the masters of one person and another army do exist."

"Oh? Is there really such a person? Then it's probably just a weak soldier. If it were my Dayuan Iron Cavalry, I only need a hundred. No matter how powerful that person is, he will definitely flatten him!"

"Hmph, you are only half a Mongolian, but you didn't learn the pride of your ancestors." But that man did not have any respect for Wang Baobao. "You must always have awe for martial arts."

Wang Baobao no longer spoke, but felt that this man was making a fool of himself. The Mongolian cavalry had passed, and the cannons of the barbarians in the Western Regions were about to be broken, let alone a physical body.

The man stared at the battle group, but suddenly said "Huh".

Wang Baobao followed his gaze and saw several trees there seemed to be specially lit, surrounding a tall tree in the middle, like an ancient religious ceremony.

He looked at him again and saw a thin and evil figure standing on the tall tree in the middle.

"Hmph, is the cult summoning ghosts and gods?" Wang Baobao didn't care.

"No." The man looked carefully, "They want to kill your sister."

Sure enough, as if to prove this, the tall tree in the middle was also lit. Under the fire, Wei Yixiao's evil gaze was particularly strange, which was in sharp contrast with the gorgeous girl in his hand.

Wei Yixiao grabbed Zhao Min's collar, grabbed her hair, and specifically asked Wang Baobao to see clearly.

"Well..." Wang Baobao hesitated for a moment, and then shouted loudly, "Princess Minmin has died under the cult. He told the soldiers not to be affected by them. If the Ming Cult is destroyed in this battle, the entire army will be rewarded and granted a marquis!"

Military orders were passed down one by one, and Wang Baobao had no expression on his face.

"General, you really do anything."

"You have no right to talk to me." Wang Baobao smiled and was half angry.

"Haha... a man always thinks about morality, and his life is enough to achieve success."

"This is a good word."

The Bat King looked at the tree. Under his actions, the Yuan army not only did not retreat at all, but instead became more and more crazy.

"The expected result..." The Bat King sighed sadly, revealing his sharp teeth, "I don't want to do this either..."

Zhao Min had woken up slightly at this time. Seeing such a guy about to eat him, he only thought he had gone to the eighteen levels of hell.

"Isn't anyone doing rituals for me..." Zhao Min smiled desperately, "Forget it, I didn't do anything good."

The Bat King shook his head and wanted to bite it down in one bite.

"Dare you dare to bite me and knock you to death!" You Sheng's lion roar just now resounded through the mountains and forests, and the sound shook the world. Everyone could hear this swear word clearly, but it was not as lethal as the lion roar just now. Although this was said, the voice was very gentle, "Wei Yixiao, please wait!"

Zhang Wuji was like a mad dog pussy, and he was like Sun Wukong who had just come out of the mountain. He was running hard, rolling, and rushing towards the ancient tree.
Chapter completed!