These two were just forwards, and more than a dozen knights came from behind. The leader was a young Jiannu in armor. He sat on a red dragon horse. He did not approach Luo Zhenren and others, but stopped a few miles away. The young Jiannu seemed to have not practiced magic, but his martial arts were good. He looked over from afar and his eyes were bright. It was obvious that the martial arts in the world were close to great success. . The fastest update

The few who followed him seemed to be his followers and warriors, and whispered in the ear of the young Jiannu: "Master, what a noble identity you are, don't get close to those Han people with magic, just let the slaves do everything!"

The young Jiannu also had some courage and shouted, "How can you be afraid of your head and tail after following Master Galedan Xitu? The Qiao family is just a dog raised by our Great Jin warriors. They are not afraid of living, and what should you worry about if you die? As for those Han people who know magic, our Great Jin warriors conquered the Han land several times and captured their population. Last time, even their capital was almost broken, and they did not see their mage come out. Although the Han people are very smart, they are cowardly and bloodless, they are the natural slaves of our Warriors. I am the fourteen Beller, what are the fears of the Great Jinbarutu?"

When he said that, he deliberately waved the whip to Luo Zhenren, and his contempt was revealed. He spoke Manchu. Although it was not far away, Luo Zhenren did not hear it clearly. He thought he was just saying hello. With a modest attitude, he bowed slightly and gave a whim. After a tribute and a half, the follower laughed wildly together.

Those barbarian knights who could not even recognize words laughed and spoke the local dialect of their own tribe, saying everything outward, and there were many insults in their words.

The priests and wizards dressed in wizards also laughed together, but they knew the power of the Middle Earth Qi training men over there, so they didn't dare to say anything directly.

Wang Ming naturally understood the barbarian language. When he heard their words, his face turned pale. He gently pulled the reins and waved his eyes. He pressed his right hand on the crane-feather sword at his waist. It was obvious that his intention to kill was already aroused, but the barbarian monk floating in the air was paying attention to him. Seeing this, he pressed the cloud head and stood in front of Wang Ming.

At this time, Zhenren Luo was stupid and knew that the Tartars had bad intentions and were not saying anything good. Although their faces turned pale, they still patiently persuaded: "But a group of ordinary people, it is important to eliminate demons now. Do not cause troubles, so as not to mislead major events."

He saw Wang Ming's flattery and hurriedly stopped him, "Fellow Taoist, please put the overall situation first. Never mind this group of barbarians. My country of etiquette in Middle Earth has its own demeanor..."

Wang Ming couldn't help but blushed and shouted: "Go away your mother's overall situation first! All the officials in the court used this as an excuse to allow the Tartars to plunder the people of our Middle-earth. They said that they put the overall situation first, sacrificed the lives of millions of people in Zhili, Henan, Shandong and other places, and preserved their glory and wealth!"

"When they touch their interests, they will be unforgivable. Don't refuse to die. Why don't you think about the overall situation at this time? For the sake of the overall situation of the Ming Dynasty, I think it's best to kill 80% of the wealthy officials in the world. Wang wants to eradicate all of you stupid insects, but he just wants to have insufficient strength and be unable to turn the world around and recreate it!"

His scolding almost turned against Luo Daoren on the spot. Even though Luo Zhenren had a good temper, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and glared at Wang Ming fiercely, and said, "Zhu Zi!" and waved his sleeves to move aside and no longer stop him.

The girl following Luo Zhenren couldn't help but scold, "My grandfather kindly stopped you. There are so many people there, and you will die if you go alone. You are really ungrateful!" At this time, Wang Ming had already galloped out, and the girl shouted to his back: "How can we practitioners use magic to kill mortals..."

Halfway through this, the head of the turtle fell from the black cloud, and opened its hand and sprinkled a piece of yin fire, covering Wang Ming with a loud snorkeling sound. A yellow light emerged from Wang Ming's nose. Just a illumination made the barbarian monk stand on the clouds unsteadily and almost fell down.

The yin fire burned towards Wang Ming, but was taken away by a gourd on his body. In the lightning, it was approaching the barbarian monk. A white light rose from his waist. He sacrificed the crane-feathered sword and controlled the sword light to kill the barbarian monk. At this time, the barbarian monk was exposed by the desolate divine light emitted by the Xuanhuang worm. He felt his temples swelling. He kept shouting, "Borjijin save me!"

The demon man next to him suddenly set off a demon banner, and a gust of evil wind wrapped in black sand and blew towards Wang Ming. Wherever he went, the plants and trees were all black and dead. The insects turned into pus, which was obviously very poisonous. Wang Ming sacrificed the mysterious yellow worm and hung it on his head, and the yellow light covers it to protect him, and still kills the monk.

At this time, the other demons also reacted. Several barbarians behind the fourteen Belle shouted loudly: "You dare! You are looking for death!" They also slapped the gourd around their waists, spewing out a black fork, or emitting a poisonous smoke, all of which were killing Wang Ming. The Styx next to them watched the battle for a long time, and slightly tested Wang Ming's ability. Seeing this situation, they secretly activated the murderous nature of the demon corpse Qiao Si.

A round of blood light also emerged from behind his mind, and he followed the mysterious force of thought in the void to kill him.

At this time, the statue of the demon god above Qiaojia Castle suddenly condensed into a physical body, turning into a cloud of black clouds, and Qiao Si's resentful roar came from it: "Wang Ming, you have caused me to do this. I want to refine you into a zombie so that you will never be reborn!" He did not distinguish between enemies and friends, and put all the people around him into the formation, laughing wildly: "You will turn them into blood food for me!"

The Styx took the opportunity to wrap the black air with it and fell into Qiaojia Castle with the force. The others were unstable and were covered by the seven evil spirits of Yin, Death, Cold, Yang, Blood, Demon, and Ghost. The infinite demon thoughts turned in front of their eyes. They were hooked by the evil spirits. The soul almost wanted to escape from their bodies. Countless smells of smell came from their mouths and noses. After a little smell, they felt a drowsy feeling coming from their souls, and their body was almost dead. They had to be wrapped in a bag by the seven evil spirits into the formation.

The group of Jiannu Knights was most cared for by Chen Ang, and fell directly into the siege of hundreds of Yin corpses. In two rounds, several people were torn to pieces, and the Yin corpses chewed their intestines and brains. Only the fourteen belle was protected by two magical demons. Although they were almost crazy in fear, they could still support them.

The Styx divided his mind and presided over the overall situation in Qiaojia Castle. However, he followed Yuantu and Abi's two swords to break through the sky thousands of miles away. Following the thought power of protecting the fourteen Beile and his group in the dark, he killed him.

Styx sat in the hall, ignoring the struggles of the people and praying for their destiny, and said lightly to the thought power in the void: "This fellow Taoist is hidden very deeply. The power of secret concentration is actually willing to be the guard of a barbarian chief. Styx is not talented and has never had any realm of compassion. He only sends it to fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist soon!"
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