This Lin Yang, why doesn't he play his cards according to the routine?
Lang Wu was dumbfounded, and quickly recovered and shouted: "Quick! Go and protect Long Shuai! If Long Shuai has any shortcomings, none of you can even think of returning to the Dragon Kingdom! Hurry!"
The soldiers who had just been deployed hurriedly got up and ran towards Lin Yang with guns and swords in hand.
Xu Zhishuang, who was in the back, also had a severe headache.
But she didn't dare to question any of Lin Yang's actions at this time.
She had been slapped in the face and frightened.
"Lang Wu, come together!"
Xu Zhishuang shouted low, raised her sword and followed Lin Yang.
Lang Wu had no choice but to follow suit.
I saw Lin Yang taking the lead and rushing into the crowd of An Qingjun, the natural sword in his hand dancing wildly.
At this moment, the Tiansheng Knife had no therapeutic effect at all, and the blade was full of violent aura. As Lin Yang continued to dance, he chopped off enemies one after another.
The power of ascension continued to surround his body, and the Hongmeng Dragon Needle hovered above his head like an elf.
Sometimes it flies out and stabs the enemy, cutting off their lifeblood. Sometimes it spins backwards and stabs into the bodies of the northern warriors to protect their heart.
With one sword and several needles, one person was so powerful that it was unstoppable. He broke up An Qing's army's forward force and killed An Qing, who was protected by many masters.
An Qing's breath trembled, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"This Lin Shuai...how can he be so strong?"
He murmured tremblingly.
When An Qing saw Lin Yang being so young, he thought for a while that he was just a young man who rose to power through connections. He must have had a giant Buddha from the Dragon Kingdom in his family, so he got a false job.
But he never thought that he was completely wrong this time.
How did this guy get in there?
With such a method, how could he not deserve his reputation as Commander-in-Chief?
Ultimately, An Qing still doesn't understand the position of Long Shuai.
Who can sit on the throne of Commander-in-Chief Long, who is an ordinary person?
"Sir, please retreat immediately!"
The commander in front realized that something was wrong, shouted at An Qing, and charged forward with his sword.
An Qing's face was gloomy, and his teeth were almost ready to be broken.
How could he withdraw?
As a coach, if he retreats, the morale of the army will be lost.
However, at this moment, a man with a stooped figure wearing a cloak suddenly walked forward and said in an old and hoarse voice: "Master Anqing, now that things have happened, I think you will never be able to do anything else except use that move."
There are other ways to subdue this person!"
An Qing trembled suddenly and looked back at the cloaked man.
Under the cloak was an extremely ugly old face covered in sores.
An Qing's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.
This person has been following him all the time and will not give him advice easily.
Once this person offers advice to An Qing, it means that the situation has become uncontrollable and is detrimental to the entire Fangbo Kingdom!
"What do you mean? You think I can't deal with this person?"
An Qing shouted angrily: "He only has a few thousand people, how can he stop my 20,000 elite army?"
"Although those northern border troops are brave, it is naturally impossible for them to rely on thousands of people to resist your 20,000 troops. But the problem is that they have the leader of the Dragon Kingdom sitting in charge! You can't deal with this man!"
The old man raised his head slightly, and the extremely ugly face under the cloak stared at Lin Yang, with a glint of light shining in the sunken eye sockets.
"According to my observation, this person's strength is extraordinary. I'm afraid he is above you. You can't kill this person. If you don't use that move, you will even be killed by this person!"
After these words fell to the ground, An Qing looked incredulous.
He knows his own strength best.
But now, the old man actually told him that the young man over there was stronger than him.
"How is that possible? You must be out of sight and you must have seen it wrong! How could I, An Qing, not be able to compare to a young boy? You must have misjudged me!"
An Qing couldn't accept it and roared angrily.
But the old man was neither annoyed nor angry. He took half a step back, and his old and hoarse voice came out again.
"The decision is in your hands. Time is running out. Lord Anqing, make a decision as soon as possible!"
An Qing was stunned.
He stared at Lin Yang and saw him approaching with the Tiansheng Dao brandished. Finally, he roared, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Do it!"
"That's right!"
The old man smiled slightly, with a touch of greed in his eyes.
"grown ups!"
The commander next to him collapsed a little and immediately looked towards An Qing.
"Bring in...the reserve team!"
An Qing watched the soldiers fall one after another and roared in a low voice.
"Sir, those are brothers who follow you and fight for you through life and death! Do you...do you really want to give up on them?" The commander knelt on the ground and shouted with red eyes.
An Qing was distraught and furious. He kicked the commander over and pointed at the falling soldiers in front of him. "Aren't they brothers who have followed me through life and death? If you can stop me, why should I sacrifice my reserve team?"
Quick, call the reserve team!"
The commander knelt on the ground, tears overflowing.
In the end, he could only grit his teeth and turn around and leave.
After a while, a team of ten people came running over.
"Please give instructions, sir!"
The leader bowed to An Qing.
An Qing looked at these familiar faces, finally took a deep breath and turned his back.
Several people looked surprised.
Still waiting for their reaction.
Bang bang bang...
A dull sound of slaps was heard.
Then all ten people fell to the ground, vomiting blood and unable to move.
Standing behind them was the commander.
"Sir, what...are you going to do?"
The team leader's eyes widened and he asked in pain.
"Brothers, I'm sorry! I, An Qing, owe you!"
An Qing said hoarsely, then closed his eyes: "Old dog, you... let's start!"
The old man in the cloak gave a low and ferocious smile, and slowly walked towards the ten people...
