At this time, the sword in Lu Yue's hand slashed toward Anwei like lightning, with overwhelming force.
Anwei's skills are at the same level as Lu Yue's, they are both at the peak of the War Emperor.
After sensing the power of the knife, Anwei's pupils shrank slightly, turned his wrist, raised his hand and drew out a sword to meet it.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
After one move, Anwei was knocked back five or six steps, and blood surged in his heart.
"Lie down!" Before he could completely stabilize his body, Lu Yue's second sword light had already struck him.
"Huh?!" Anwei didn't expect Lu Yue to be so fast. It was too late to dodge, so he could only block it with his knife.
Bang!
The extremely sharp sword light directly cut his sword into two pieces, and the first half fell to the ground. The sword light did not weaken and dodged past his shoulder again.
Boom!
Without any surprise, an arm and the remaining half of the sword fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.
With Lu Yue's combat prowess and the Blood Shadow Saber in hand, no one in the same realm can defeat him!
Cutting off Anwei's arm was obviously done deliberately by Lu Yue. After all, Mourinho was still in the Snow Eagle Army camp. Otherwise, Anwei would have been dead by now!
"Hmm..." Anwei snorted and stepped back dozens of meters.
Then, without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away behind him.
It's just that he thought a little too much.
call!
Before he could run a hundred meters away, a palm force whipped up a gust of wind and roared towards him.
"West...West King?" After seeing Ling Hao walking back not far away, an endless look of despair appeared on Anwei's face.
Bang!
A muffled sound was heard, and Anwei was lifted directly into the air, and landed heavily on the mountainous ground a hundred meters away, creating a large crater in the ground.
"..." He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. A large amount of blood poured out of his mouth.
Then, he rolled his eyes and passed out.
Ling Hao then walked up to him, bent down and picked up the back of his clothes and walked forward.
"Brother!" Lu Yue came over, looked at Ling Hao and asked, "Has that old bastard been dealt with just now?"
"Yes!" Ling Hao nodded slightly and then glanced at the battle circle in front of him and said solemnly: "Quickly decide!"
"Copy that!" Lu Yue nodded vigorously and turned around and rushed back. The sword in his hand instantly killed several Snow Eagle people.
"The King of the West is back, run!" After a while, a man's voice sounded from the crowd in Snow Eagle Kingdom.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
After hearing his shout, many people trembled and fled around.
"Can you run away?" Lu Yue and Qinglong shouted at the same time. They flipped their wrists and after the sword flashed, twenty or thirty people fell down in the blink of an eye.
In less than three minutes, all the thousands of fleeing people were beheaded, and the scene was full of broken limbs and bloody flesh.
"Spare your life! Don't kill me!" Seeing this scene, a large number of the remaining people in Snow Eagle Kingdom knelt down, and everyone simultaneously threw away the swords in their hands and raised their hands.
"Spare my life!" Others also lost the slightest intention to fight and followed suit.
As of this moment, of the 8,000 Vulture Team members, there are still 4,000 to 5,000 left, all of whom have surrendered.
"Take them all back to the military camp!" Ling Hao waved his hand.
"Got it!" everyone shouted in unison.
"Liang Shuai, you take the brothers back to the military camp to rest, and I will pick up Mourinho!" Ling Hao then looked at Liang Xuan and said.
