The members of the Nigerian Allied Forces all have the strength of practitioners, and are even stronger than the Yuwu Sect.
But there is no master like Nangong Lingjue.
All of them have strength below the second level of Qi refining stage.
Facing Nangong Lingjue's charge, he naturally couldn't resist it.
As for the other disciples of Yuwu Sect, although their personal strength is slightly weaker.
However, with the help of the power of the Yuwu Sect sword formation, it made up for the lack of strength.
Faced with the siege of the Nigerian coalition forces, the disciples of the Yuwu Sect worked side by side to rescue each other without falling behind in the slightest.
Nangong Lingjue's swordsmanship is amazing, and his strength is far higher than that of the Nigerian coalition forces.
A sword flew up and down like a flying butterfly.
Accompanied by several screams and groans, more and more Nigerian soldiers fell to the ground with swords.
Originally, the Nigerian coalition had the numerical advantage, but with Nangong Lingjue's killing spree, the situation quickly reversed.
Mo Linhua and others in Hua Kingdom were all stunned.
I didn't expect that Nangong Lingjue and others looked inconspicuous, but were so powerful.
Thinking of the previous disdain for Nangong Lingjue and others, everyone blushed and felt ashamed.
But he was soon moved by the scene where Nangong Lingjue led the Yuwu Sect to kill the enemy.
Suddenly I felt excited and energetic.
Everyone raised their arms and shouted: "Well done! Well done!"
Mo Linhua kept nodding, very excited.
During this period of time, facing the provocations from Nigerian masters, the Chinese border guards were too aggrieved!
Not only were they aggrieved, but many people died at the hands of the Nigerians.
Now seeing the Nigerian masters fall down one by one, I feel very comfortable.
"Okay! With these masters joining us, we will no longer be afraid of provocations from the Nigerians!"
The people of the Yuwu Sect came here to accumulate military merit, so naturally they worked very hard.
Under the leadership of Nangong Lingjue, the momentum is as strong as a broken bamboo.
In the blink of an eye, there were only four or five kittens left in the Nigerian coalition team of more than 20 people.
The few surviving Nigerians saw that the situation was not right and turned around and ran away.
Nangong Lingjue's eyes were already red with blood, and he chased after him without saying a word.
The Chinese border guards in the back cheered and shouted loudly.
Yang Haoran's pupils shrank, and he frowned slightly as he looked into the distance.
He quickly shouted: "Nangong Lingjue, don't chase the poor bandits, come back!"
Nangong Lingjue, who was originally killing vigorously, was stunned and didn't quite understand.
But he would never disobey Yang Haoran's order, so he immediately stopped and watched the few surviving Nigerians flee back to their own camp.
The group of Yuwu Sect disciples behind him were all in high spirits and held their heads high.
In any case, Yuwu Sect won a big victory at the beginning, which is so glorious.
But Yang Haoran shouted: "Nangong Lingjue, tell all Yuwu Sect disciples to retreat quickly!"
Nangong Lingjue was stunned again, not understanding why Yang Haoran was so eager.
Although I couldn't understand it, I still waved to the people behind me out of instinct.
"Go back all."
The Yuwu Sect disciples immediately felt a little disappointed.
Especially the four teenagers, it was obvious that they didn't quite understand.
"We should take advantage of the victory and pursue it. How can there be any reason to retreat after fighting halfway?
We should let the Nigerian devils see how powerful we are!"
Although he complained, he dared not fail to carry out the order.
Everyone turned around and returned to the Chinese border.
They were greeted with warm applause and cheers.
Nangong Lingjue and others felt refreshed.
Just when he was about to enter the territory of China, Nangong Lingjue's body suddenly tightened.
He felt a strong murderous aura coming from behind, locking onto his body.
There was no time to think too much, and he subconsciously turned around and struck a sword.
"Want to run away? It's not that easy! Chinese people will always be the weak ones who are massacred!"
Behind Nangong Lingjue, a Nigerian ninja suddenly appeared.
The willow-leaf scimitar in his hand swept down towards his abdomen.
With a clang, the swords clashed.
A majestic force was transmitted to Nangong Lingjue's sword, and then to his body.
Immediately, I felt a surge of energy and blood, and the real energy in my body was in chaos.
"Go to hell!"
The trajectory of the willow-leaf scimitar of the Nigerian ninja was very tricky, and at some point it was already facing Nangong Lingjue's throat.
Nangong Lingjue was shocked. The opponent's speed was too fast and he could not avoid it.
Mo Linhua on the opposite side exclaimed: "Be careful!"
The rest of the border guards all looked worried, wishing they could go and get Nangong Lingjue in trouble now!
Seeing that Nangong Lingjue was destined to die, suddenly there was a whistling sound in his ears.
Something flew over quickly from behind Nangong Lingjue.
It tore through the void and hit the willow-leaf scimitar of the Nigerian ninja.
With a clang, the willow leaf scimitar wielded by the Nigerian ninja was hit and changed its trajectory.
The shock made the Nigerian ninja's wrists go numb.
I couldn't help but exclaimed, and my face changed drastically.
Looking around impatiently.
"Who is it? Who used a hidden weapon to sneak attack?"
Being able to miss his willow-leaf scimitar with a hidden weapon, the opponent's strength far exceeds his.
When did such a master come to China?
According to the information obtained, aren't all the masters in China already dead?
And taking advantage of this time, Nangong Lingjue escaped from death and had distanced himself from the Nigerian ninjas.
I quickly returned to the Chinese border and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But he was already sweating profusely.
Mo Linhua and others had already come forward, with expressions of concern on their faces.
"Are you okay?"
Nangong Lingjue smiled slightly and nodded: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
Then he turned around and looked at Yang Haoran, bending down to salute with a solemn expression.
"Thank you Mr. Yang for your help, otherwise I would have died!"
Nangong Lingjue knew very well that only Yang Haoran would save him at the scene.
If it weren't for Yang Haoran, he would have died just now.
No wonder Yang Haoran asked them to retreat a long time ago. He must have been aware of the existence of the Nigerian ninjas.
The strength of this Nigerian ninja is absolutely comparable to that of a fifth-level practitioner in the Qi refining stage.
He is much taller than Nangong Lingjue, so Nangong Lingjue is naturally no match.
Yang Haoran smiled slightly and said nothing.
When the Nigerian ninja saw that no one was paying attention to him, he screamed in anger, but did not return to the Nigerian camp.
Instead, he held a willow-leaf scimitar in his hand and stared eagerly in the direction of China.
"You are a coward who can only run away, why don't you come out and fight me?
Do you want to be a turtle?
If you kill my disciples, I will kill you to avenge them!"
Nangong Lingjue frowned, feeling extremely angry.
But I really don’t dare to go out to fight, because if I go out, I will only die.
With no choice, he looked towards Yang Haoran.
Before Yang Haoran could say anything, Ge Ling on the side had already clicked her fingers.