The painting halberd in his hand gently swayed, and the dozen wolves that were pounced on him were immediately smashed into meat pie and beaten back. Zhu Zi held his head up to the sky and let out a crazy roar: "Yuan Meng's evil thief, the last time the wolf pack was indeed your ghost trick... It's a man, let's fight to the death with me Zhu Zi... Oh, ye." The Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand was like a straw, flying wildly towards the surroundings. Suddenly, semicircular energy shot randomly with shining white light. There were bursts of sounds like babies crying around him, and the fog was forced back by him for more than ten feet.

Zhu Li was ecstatic and shouted: "My boys, you are upright, and you are not afraid of ghosts and gods. Use your blood and energy to break these spells... Hahahahaha, kill, kill, kill, kill..." The Fang Tian Huaji in Zhu Li's hand pierced towards the sky, and a white energy about a foot thick rushed up wildly, and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly broke through a small hole.

The soldiers of the Yan Prince's Mansion who were frightened suddenly became excited and cheered loudly. They raised their weapons and let out crazy howls. Their bodies were filled with blood and their fighting spirit was high. Everyone waved their swords at the same time, and a thunder sounded throughout the world, which was the tremor of the sword wind.

The dark clouds around were dispersed a lot by the crazy fighting spirit of these soldiers. The cold wind lingering like candy under their feet gradually loosened, and even the hail as big as a thumb fell, disappeared without a trace. There was a layer of mist in the sky, like a bowl, holding Zhu Yu's army. Outside was the refreshing night of the grassland, and inside was a dark space. Although it was dark, it was still clear that countless huge grassland wild wolves were wandering around Zhu Yu's army, as if waiting for something.

Zhu Yu and others took a deep breath, and a ginseng general murmured to himself: "My God, there are at least tens of thousands of wild wolves. How did they attract them? If the Yuanmeng Tartars were to raise wild wolves, how many cattle and sheep would they need to eat?"

Zhu Yu swallowed and said bitterly: "I'm afraid they used evil magic to summon all the wild wolves in this area of ​​more than a thousand miles. It seems that they were preparing several days ago to calculate us. Look at the belly of these wolves, they all hungry, and it happened to be the most fierce time. It seems that there is a big battle this time... If the order is sent, the barbarians in the south don't need to pay attention to them and guard them with five thousand archers. The sky is dark and the earth is dark, and they dare not rush in."

"The other three directions, each direction is prepared with 10,000 machetes, 5,000 shields, 3,000 spearmen, 2,000 archers, and the central army left 30,000 people to take turns to repair. I don't believe that our 100,000 elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty can still defeat a group of wild wolves?" Hearing Zhu Li say this, the soldiers around him suddenly felt great courage: "Yes, no matter how powerful these wild wolves are, a soldier can always kill a wild wolves, right? What else is there to worry about? A soldier kills one, that is 100,000 wild wolves. What threat does it have to him?"

On the grassland, a monk trembled and said in a trembling voice: "Master, has the national master not come back yet? My magic power has reached its limit. If I summon the wolf pack again, I am afraid I can't hold it." Two blood fountains slowly flowed out of his nose.

A thin, dark monk nodded with difficulty: "I can't do it anymore. I have been controlling the wolves to rush here these days. We have low magic power, so we really can't control them."

The monk who led the lead looked up at the sky, bit his teeth and made a decision: "Forget it, the national master has not come yet. I think the monk in black whom he wants to deal with is very difficult. He just adds magic to all the wolves, and we can't control the rest... Brothers and sisters, as long as we can annihilate this enemy, the Southern Barbarians will not be able to recover their vitality for several years, and everyone will try their best. As long as their army no longer enters the grassland, our tribe members will survive. This is life. They die and we live."

The monks whispered in unison: "They die, we live." Their right hands were like a knife, splitting open their left wrist veins, and streams of blood spurted out, directly onto the wolf-headed skeletons in the middle. The hideous and evil skeleton suddenly emitted a burst of blood, and dozens of red smoke rushed out of the seven orifices of the skeletons, twisting and struggling in the air like a living thing for a while, condensed into a thick beam of light and rushed straight into the sky, and then shot diagonally onto the wolves. Each wild wolf was shot by a red light, and the wolves immediately changed.

The wolves' originally green eyes turned red and emitting a terrifying bloody light. Their bodies seemed to expand again, and their hair stood up one by one. Driven by a strange force, their claws and teeth doubled, and their fangs emitted a white and cold light. What about their claws? The claws, like sharp blades, popped up two inches from the flesh and blood, and rubbed them impatiently on the ground desperately.

These wolves suddenly became like monsters, and where were they ordinary wolves? The monks were already standing up and running around the pile of wolf skulls. The handprints on their hands were constantly changing, as if flowers were blooming and decaying. Invisible ripples rushed towards the skulls of the wolves, shattering the blood-lit skulls. The powder automatically floated in the air without wind, and then spread evenly, and was sucked into the lungs by the hundreds of thousands of wild wolves.

The wild wolves, whose appearance was extremely terrifying, burst out with a strong aura on their bodies at this moment, just like a martial arts master suddenly released his momentum.

Zhu Li exclaimed: "Please be careful, shoot arrows quickly, these guys are about to rush up." Before he finished speaking, the wild wolves were already black and rushing up like a devil in hell. They were roaring wildly, and there were sticky saliva dripping in the gap between each tooth. The saliva was still emitting a trace of green light, which was a sign of extreme poison. These wolves did not waste their energy at all, rushed over one by one against the ground. When they were two or three feet away from the soldiers, they immediately jumped at the same time.

The highest row bit the neck of the soldiers, the middle row drooling toward the soldiers' lower abdomen, and the bottom batch running against the ground treated the soldiers' calves as their most delicious dinner. No one noticed that the wolf's saliva flowed on the ground, and when their claws passed by the ground, they were more or less stained with saliva, and at this moment, there was also a trace of mysterious phosphorescent green on their claws.

The shield soldiers in the front row immediately disintegrated. Their shields were just half-body shields. Faced with the wolves rushing from the upper, middle and lower at the same time, their hands were not sure where to put them. They protected their heads, but severe pain came from the lower abdomen and calves. They protected their lower body handles, and their necks immediately fell into the big mouths of the wolves. As soon as they came into contact, more than two thousand shield soldiers fell under the wolf teeth and wolf claws. None of the torn and bitten soldiers had time to say a word, but they had fallen under the poison, and their bodies even turned black quickly.

Zhu Li howled in anger: "Spearer, macheteer, are you watching your companions die in battle?" His Fang Tianhua Ji swung out, swept away more than a dozen wild wolves rushing towards him, and tore open the bodies of several wild wolves with their blades, sprinkling a rain of blood. What surprised Zhu Li was that the bodies of these wild wolves seemed to have suddenly mutated. The wild wolves that could be killed just one rod were just rolling on the ground and immediately got up again. Zhu Li even felt that their bodies were soft and hard, as if they had practiced Qigong for several years. Especially the speed and strength of these wolves rushing over were more than three times stronger than the dozen male wolves just now?

"Damn evil magic...fuck." Zhu Yi rudely cursed rudely, regardless of his identity. He was so angry that he saw the red light just now, but he didn't expect what it was. Now it seems that it was the main reason for the mutation of these wolves? Zhu Yi had the urge to destroy everything, but he forcibly curbed his impulse because he knew that he could not go crazy yet, and he had to command his army to defend and fight back.

"Archester, what are you doing for? Shoot these damn beasts to death... shoot all the arrows in your hands without aiming. There are so many wolves, you can shoot randomly, what else do you want to aim? Macheteers, what are you doing? Are this the kilns in Yanjing City? One by one, you are weak. Cut and kill these beasts. The shield hands in front stop the wolf rushing down, and all the wolves in the air will be killed by me."

"Spearer, what are you doing? What are you holding in your hands? That is a spear, that is a spear that can be used to kill people. Kill this group of beasts raised by the bitch."

The soldiers at the same time agreed, neatly arranged in dense formations, tightly resisting the attack of the wolf pack. When the machete was swung out, blood always splashed out, and wild wolves let out a shrill howl and fell under the heavy machete; when the spears were pierced, the wild wolves flying over immediately sent themselves to the sharp spear head, as if they were barbecue skewers. The wolf's life was extremely long, and those whose heads were cut off would tremble wildly on the ground for a while, and those who were strung on the spear were even more dancing and scrambling towards the soldiers below, and they often successfully tear a few scars on the soldiers' bodies, and the soldiers fell to the ground in poisoning.

Zhu Zi's soldiers fought miserably. These wolves were not afraid of death at all. And after being stimulated by spells, their single power far exceeded the strength of ordinary soldiers. Once shot, the arrows were enough to make a warrior lose their ability to move, and they did not have much effect on these wild wolves. Originally, the green wolf skin was the best armor to resist arrows, and these wolves were demonized by spells, and they didn't care about the arrows falling like rain.

An arrow fell, but it could shoot into the depth of three or five inches of the wolf's body. These wild wolves who had forgotten the pain naturally would not take this damage to their hearts. What made the soldiers even more terrifying was that the arrows that directly shot the head of the wolf were actually bounced back, which intuitively told these soldiers what it means to "copper head, iron back, tofu waist", which is the adjective of the nomadic peoples to wolf.

A wolf rushed over, tearing his teeth and claws. Before it fell, it could put three or five soldiers in a row. The current situation was completely one-sided. Those wolves could bite randomly, but it was not too big for them to accidentally hurt their companions, and the wolves didn't seem to be afraid of the poison. Zhu Yu's subordinates were different. If they waved their weapons randomly, they might have cut their companions, so they had already lost in momentum. Especially their formation gradually became scattered, and they could have swung their swords and stabbed their guns in a unified manner, but at this moment, their counterattack was a little weak because the bodies of their companions were blocked everywhere.

The wolves roared and rushed up. Gradually, the warrior who could not support his physical strength was thrown down by the wolf pack, and then dragged back by several big wolves. He immediately saw dozens of dark shadows pounced on him, and the terrible sound of flesh and blood being frantically gnawed by sharp teeth came from his ears. The weak-minded warrior had already spitted it out in one mouthful, and they could not bear the double stimulation of the sound and the scene. The warrior who had reached the extreme physical strength could no longer control his actions, and sat on the ground and sobbed quietly.

Zhu Yu was extremely angry. He jumped off the war horse, and a man rushed into the wolf pack with a painting halberd. In the screams of the nearby soldiers, he was like a hedgehog with sword light flashing all over his body. He efficiently split the wild wolves into four pieces, then brought up blood rain in the sky, and threw the corpse in all directions. In an instant, Zhu Yu killed more than 200 wild wolves. Then, he used up his breath of true energy and retreated back into the formation under the attack of dozens of huge gray wolves.

Zhu Li's heart was filled with a deep panic: "I underestimate their strength. A crazy wolf, a crazy wolf, and a highly poisonous wolf, is really comparable to three or five well-trained warriors... If those Yuanmeng cavalry advanced at this time, wouldn't we end up with a complete defeat? No, my father handed over the army to me, how could I be defeated? Especially the boss's subordinate Li Feng, his elite soldiers are now in my subordinates. If my failure makes the boss's guards lose too much, what kind of face do I have when I go back to Yanjing?"

He took a desperate bet, and he had to finally bet. Zhu Yu shouted wildly: "Soldiers of the Central Army, have you rested? Kill them, kill all these evil wolves. You can't let them get close. You can use a spear to pick them up. After provoking them, you must throw them farther away as possible." Countless officers shouted with Zhu Yu, and ordered the 30,000 soldiers of the Central Army to join the battle. Suddenly, the entire battle group expanded the boss around. The morale of the soldiers who received reinforcements was high, and a sharp slash and slashed many evil wolves to death.

The battle was in a stalemate, and Zhu Li was so busy that he couldn't breathe. If a pack of wolves broke through the defense line in any place, he had to rush over to assist in the defense and cut the evil wolves that rushed in under the halberd. After fighting for more than two hours, even though Zhu Li had infinite magical power, he felt extremely tired. It seemed that there was charcoal in his lungs was grilling, and his throat also pulled open the bellows. Think about it, the battlefield now stretched for more than ten miles, and in two hours, he ran five or six back and forth, killing nearly two thousand giant wolves, and his Fangtian Painted Ridge weighed more than sixty pounds. Now, Zhu Li could still hold on and not fall down, and he was one of the best generals in the world.

Fortunately, after the initial panic and heavy casualties, the remaining soldiers had found out how to deal with these damn wild wolves. The shield hand was holding a shield in the left hand and a knife in the right hand. He saw that the wolves that were pounced on him was a shield, and after exposing the wolf's belly, he stabbed in with a knife. Then the spearman behind him immediately used a spear to fly out the severely damaged wolves. The machete hand stared at the surroundings with bright eyes. Wherever there was a wolves breaking in, he immediately rushed up and killed them.

The archers also gave up their useless and futile shooting, grabbed melee weapons and added to the melee camp, which made the strength of the battle formation thicker a little. The 20,000 cavalry under Zhu Yu thrust the butts of the war horses, rushing back and forth in the wolves. Seeing the wolf around him, the horses were already scared to death when they smelled the smell of the smell in the air. In addition, the master's whip on his back suddenly became crazy, and he ran and slapped his hooves, which killed countless wolves. Even though the skulls of the giant wolf were hard, the best war horses had only one brain breakdown when they came with all their strength.

Of course, some horses were also unlucky. They were caught by the wolf and fell down quickly. The soldiers on the horse could only quickly roll and crawl back to the infantry camp. Fortunately, the wolves immediately rushed to the horse's body when they saw the horse fall, so the cavalry who lost the war horse suffered little losses.

Zhu Yu, who stood on a small earthen bun with a halberd standing on a small earthen bun, felt something was wrong. He looked to the south and suddenly became shocked. He shouted wildly: "Is there any movement on your side?"

The general who commanded five thousand archers there shook his head repeatedly, indicating that since the wolf pack began to attack, the Yuanmeng cavalry had not moved for a long time. Zhu Li's heart suddenly felt a chill in his heart, causing his body to almost soften. These Yuanmeng Tartars must be strange.

At this moment, there was a chaos in the northeast. Murong Tian, ​​who was covered in white sword shadows, gritted his teeth and rushed in with more than a hundred soldiers covered in blood. Before Murong Tian saw where Zhu Yu was, he shouted loudly: "Your Highness? Where are you? Are you confused? Why are you still staying here? The Tatar cavalry is ready to assault in the north. What are you doing here? Many wolves have moved to the south."

Zhu Yu's head buzzed, and he almost howled. He kept telling himself: "You can't be confused, you must not be confused. Now that you are confused, you will be dead." Zhu Yu shouted: "Murong, come here... What's the situation ahead of you?"

Murong Tian turned his head and saw Zhu Zi. He immediately slashed a few evil wolves that were rushing towards him and rushed towards him. He shouted loudly: "Your Highness, Chi Menger, with tens of thousands of elite soldiers, surrounded us in front of him. It seems that he was going to Zen Master Daoyan. Zen Master Daoyan and Lord Li called me... order Your Highness, the entire army retreated immediately and returned directly to the edge of the Great Wall. Those Tartars dare not chase him. Retreat quickly, otherwise when Chi Menger and his army arrived, we would have no real chance."

Zhu Yu Daxu: "Those damn Tartars, they just want to hold us up with wolves. Yes, delay time and consume our energy. They can wait for them to deal with monk Daoyan, and then join forces to deal with us. But monk Daoyan is just a monk. Is it necessary to use tens of thousands of soldiers to siege?... God, aren't the five thousand soldiers and horses of Li Feng and others dead?"

Zhu Yu raised his head and shouted, "Murong, if you reorganize the army and horses, we will retreat to the south immediately... Let everyone be careful and keep the formation and retreat slowly. It is dark here and it is hard to see clearly."

Murong Tian cried out in pain in a series of tears: "Your Highness, where is there any darkness? Just one hundred feet away from our formation, it's good weather. The eldest moon in the sky shines, the moon is about to go down the mountain, and the sun is about to rise. Where is there any darkness? Go quickly, go quickly, those Tartars used evil magic to deal with us. Zen Master Daoyan asked us to withdraw our troops quickly, invite Taoist Master Baiyun from Baiyun Temple to defeat the enemy's troops."

Zhu Yu was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He whispered: "Damn, are we fighting or working in a temple? Monks and Taoists are going to play, so why do we military generals do?... Damn, my father said that when they conquered the Yuanmeng capital, their national teacher at that time blocked our army of more than 100,000 alone. I think it was so powerful. By the way, who killed the red-clothed lama in the end? Who was it? It was said that it was someone from Wudang, but unfortunately I didn't pay attention to it back then and forgot it."

Zhu Yu gritted his teeth and shouted wildly: "My sons, keep the formation and concentrate... The cavalry brigade is ahead and attacks me towards the south. All the archers stay in the central army and the two wings. As long as the living creature comes, they will shoot me hard. The boys behind the palace should be careful. The spears are ready. If someone dares to rush in, they will kill me." Zhu Yu ran a few steps, grabbed his war horse, turned over, Fang Tian Hua Ji pointed at the south, and shouted: "Murong, rush for me."

Murong Tian gasped and responded to his order: "Here." He waved his long sword, brought up a white light, and rushed forward like thunder. The remaining 20,000 cavalry were about 17,000 people. Seeing Murong Tian rushed out, he immediately followed Murong Tian and roared and clashed.

Zhu Yu took a long breath and mobilized the tumultuous qi in his body. After nine cycles flowing in his meridians, he felt that his energy was rising. He immediately raised the Fang Tian Hua Ji again and shouted: "My sons, you must survive, rush me." He gasped for a few breaths and rode his horse out. Behind him, the well-trained soldiers were neatly arranged into a huge semi-arc formation according to his assignment. While guarding against the pursuers in the rear, they ran wildly towards the front like sharp arrows.

Zhu Li kept cursing himself in his heart: "Zhu Li, Zhu Li, what's wrong with you today? Since you have understood that it was a confusing evil method, why were you still confused by the Tartars? Can't you even see the enemy's delayed strategy? Those Tartars mobilized more than 50,000 elderly, weak, sick and disabled to siege us in order to increase momentum, plus those wolves of straight thieves, Isn't it that I dare not move? The enemy will not let myself move, so there will naturally be killers coming one after another, but what about you? Zhu Li, you have been leading the army for several years, why haven't you seen such a little trick clearly?"

At the same time, he also had a hint of affection for Li Feng: "It seems that he is a hero, but he is a pity that he is too tired and denied... The boss is very difficult with his help. He has to find a way to get Li Feng into my hands. Then he and Murong are just a pair of good assistants... It turns out that he was a hero, and he actually asked Murong to bring people to report the news and stay behind him. Hey, if I brought five thousand soldiers and horses, would I dare to fight against tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the Tartars?" After a while, Zhu Yu shouted loudly: "Of course, I, Zhu Yu, are you a courageless man?"

There were countless thoughts in his mind, and Zhu Yu's body became more and more evil spirits, and he rushed out of the illusion array arranged by the monks with a large number of infantry. More than a dozen monks who had exhausted their magic power cried out and said, "Oh my God, why did they suddenly escape? Where can we still have the strength to trap them now?"

Murong Tian acted as the vanguard of charge, and a white sword light bloomed, like a white lotus, but the wolf packs that were approaching him were all killed by his sword. And the cavalry behind him suddenly rushed out of the dark, depressing, dull space. Seeing the refreshing sky, and hearing the natural wind echoing again, my heart couldn't help but feel lighter, and my morale suddenly became loud. Especially in the east, a red sun was about to fail to come out, and the red glows in the sky were dazzling, which made these iron-blooded soldiers feel excited and murderous intent.

Being confused by the illusion array, the morale that was reduced to the extreme was returned to the Iron Cavalry of the King of Yan. After a night of hard fighting, the army left behind by more than 80,000 troops and horses quickly broke through the blockade of the wolf pack, and left the wolf corpses all over the ground, and met with a team of old and weak Ola tribes sitting on the ground resting.

Zhu Yu smiled grimly: "My sons, slaughter all these damn dogs. Break the road and let us give them a hard." Zhu Yu's head had a strange thought: "Maybe, I still have the power to fight now. As long as those damn Yuanmeng Demon Monks do not use evil magic, what else can stump me?" His Fang Tian Hua Ji raised his halberd, sat down and drove his body, like a thunder, rushing into the army of old and weak in dementia.

Blood was flying everywhere. These old and weak troops who were resting did not expect that Zhu Yu's army, which was surrounded by wolves recruited by their own army and mages, rushed straight over. They were sitting on the ground eating dried meat and chewing tea leaves. Now they suddenly saw countless soldiers killing them. Before they could pick up the weapons, their heads were chopped down to the ground.

Zhu Yu split the white-haired heads of the two old men with a painting of halberds for more than ten feet away, biting his lips and thinking: "There are 20,000 troops in the rear camp. If they are mobilized, I will still have the power to fight... But, what is their national teacher's strength? If Monk Daoyan is killed by him, wouldn't we want to... No, I, Zhu Yu, will never retreat. No matter how powerful the demon monk is, it is just some illusions. As long as I firmly up my mind, is his head hard as my sword?"

Zhu Li calmed down: "Now the men are all tired. They are now retreating for a hundred miles and summoning the army behind to transport the baggage. I will fight them in a dignified battle. They have about 50,000 elite soldiers here, plus the tens of thousands of elite soldiers who besieged Monk Daoyan, and only 100,000 soldiers available. I also have 100,000 iron armored elites here. Who is afraid that he will not succeed? If the demon monk comes, see me cut off his head... Oh, I am confused. I should have fought alone and killed the demon monks who set up the formation. How could I be besieged overnight?"

The more Zhu Li thought about it, the more angry he became. The Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand was like a slap of a fly, and gently pressed it on one head after another. The sound of "pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa" started. He had already broken the heads of more than 30 young and old, and the Hua Ji was stained with blood. He raised his battle halberd and rushed towards the nearest one, which seemed to be a general, and looked like he was in his forties. Zhu Li shouted: "Either you die or I live... One day, I, Zhu Li, will make your entire prairie blood flow into a river."

The middle-aged man had no time to react. Zhu Zi and his horse were about to come to him. Fang Tian's painting halberd pierced him into a pair of piercings and then threw it out.

An angry roar came from the sky: "Southern Dynasty, if Master Buddha is not here, do you dare to be arrogant? Where is that monk? Master Buddha, I want to seek revenge on him." In the sky, Babaer stepped on his cassock in anger, grabbed a white bone Zen stick that he got from somewhere in his right hand, and his fat body jumped in the sky. He seemed to fly over directly. In addition, it was just night before, he did not see Li Feng and his army on the ground, so he rushed here directly.

Zhu Yu pointed at Babaer in his hand: "Demon Monk, what are you going to do? Come down, I will have a life and death with my grandfather."

Babaer laughed wildly: "Idiot, Master Buddha, I am a body of gold. Will Master Buddha fight with you? Who do you think of Master Buddha as? Well, look." His fat right hand raised towards the sky, and a bloody color rushed into his slap from his body. Then, with the rumbling thunder, a huge blood-red palm print of more than ten feet in the radius came out of his hand. After hovering in the sky for a week, under the guidance of Babaer, he faced Zhu Yu's head.

The blood handprint was filled with fishy smell, and a stream of cold air surged out. When the blood handprint was about three meters above Zhu Yu's head, all the weeds around Zhu Yu had frozen into ice, and then exploded. With the cold air, all the ice crystals floated and drifted around with a biting cold air. Dozens of personal soldiers around Zhu Yu touched the ice crystals and couldn't help but let out a "ah" and fell under the horse. Their bodies immediately froze and could not move.

Zhu Yu's body was also frozen. He watched the blood-filled palm prints chop down, but there was no counterattack. He barely raised his Fang Tian Huaji and threw them at Baba'er. However, with a light wave of the bone Zen stick in Naba'er's hand, he smashed his heavy Fang Tian Huaji like a twisted flower and inserted it into the grass.

With a loud "touch", Zhu Li, whose blood was turbulent in his body, watched the huge palm print get closer and closer, and he couldn't help but rush into the evil spirit in his heart. The natal spirit that everyone possessed soared into the sky from his forehead, forming a red light, turning into the shape of a crazy tiger, and rushed towards the blood handprint. With a "boom", Zhu Li shouted, turned over and fell under the horse, and a trace of blood was flowing out of his seven orifices. The blood handprint in the air was rushing by Zhu Li's natal spirit, and most of the time disappeared. The light-shaped tiger hovered in the air for a while, and two rays of light flew out from the middle and flew far to the south. The remaining lights hesitated in the air for a long time before he reluctantly ran back to Zhu Li's body.

Baba'er's body was also shocked, and his face suddenly became extremely cruel: "A good general, he actually responded to the White Tiger Star Lord, who is born with the fierce aura of the White Tiger. Fortunately, you are not the White Tiger Star Lord, otherwise I will be miserable today by Master Buddha?...Well, I can't keep you, otherwise I will definitely be my disciple's enemy in the future." His fat body jumped off the cassock, and his plump butt sat down at Zhu Yu. It seemed that he wanted to use his fat body that was more than 600 kilograms to directly crush Zhu Yu to death.

Murong Tian let out a shrill howl. The "magic spirit" in his body was lifted wildly. The sword in his hand moaned, and a dazzling white light slashed towards Babaer. With a "swish" sound, Babaer made a shocking roar. Murong Tian's sword pierced from his left buttocks and cut out from his thighs. More than 30 kilograms of fat were chopped off Babaer's buttocks, and the smelly blood scattered all over Zhu Yu, who was unconscious on the ground.

Murong Tian rolled up his body, grabbed Zhu Li, jumped on Zhu Li's BMW, and ran towards the south. His evil spirit was amazing, and his sword energy soared into the sky. The wolf pack along the way, Yuanmeng soldiers were very tactful and gave way, and none of them dared to stop him. And Naba'er was so painful that his heart was cramping. He stroked his big hand and suddenly missing a large piece of buttocks, making a howling like a pig. He was in pain in his heart and soul. How could he have the strength to chase Murong Tian and the others?

The soldiers of the Yan Prince's Mansion watched Zhu Li's defeat and Murong Tian fled in panic. The fighting spirit in his heart suddenly collapsed completely. Zhu Li, who was like a god of war, was defeated, and the powerful Murong Tian also fled. What's wrong with God? Is God blind?

Countless soldiers had no strength in their arms and looked blankly at the direction where Zhu Yu fled. Thousands of remaining wolves rushed forward fiercely, and thousands of soldiers howled and fell under the kiss of the wolf. The Yuanmeng warriors saw the advantage and cheered and clashed from three directions. The arrows were like rain, and countless soldiers fell into the rain of swords, guns, arrows, and blood dyed the ground several miles red.

A sharp voice came from the northeast direction: "You bastards, what are you doing? You are warriors, you are warriors. Are you going to be easily killed by these Tartars? Do you want to make your relatives sad?" A thick layer of white cloth tied to her belly. Li Feng, who was pale-faced, sat on the horse's back, waved the Qingming sword in his hand, and made a crazy scolding: "Soldiers, cheer me up and let us rush out together... Don't let your brothers be sad at home, don't let your children cry at home... Don't let your elderly parents lean on the door frame and wait until the end, your death news."

Li Feng blew out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and he howled hoarsely: "Brothers, fight, there is no way out... The demon monk is so powerful. If you want to live, just follow me." Li Feng's long sword trembled, and more than a dozen shining lights flew out, splitting a few evil wolves blocking the road, and rushing into the elite soldiers of the Yan Prince's Mansion that were already in chaos.

The remaining tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison: "Here... brothers, fight hard. They will take a cushion before dying." The morale that had already collapsed suddenly appeared and condensed again because of the shrill image of Li Feng. These soldiers who had given up their resistance thought of their parents, children, and brothers. A stream of passion suddenly surged in their hearts. They followed Li Feng like crazy and rushed forward.

The monk Daoyan, with a dark face, jumped towards Babaer, and shouted loudly: "Monster, I spared your life, but you dare to kill my people in Daming... You deserve to die... You guys, you can fight out, I will try my best to work hard for decades, and I will also guard the way for you." His hand raised, and a brilliant golden light bombarded with the sings of Sanskrit, which made the trembling Babaer vomit with bright peach blossoms on his face, and almost stopped breathing.

Babaer was so angry that he cursed: "Wu, thief monk, you are here to sneak attack me again. You Nanman, from monks to the common people, there is no one who is loyal and honest." He threw out the white bone Zen stick in his hand, and sprayed blood on it. The Zen stick suddenly turned into a white five-clawed dragon, and pounced towards the monk and Taoist Yan with his teeth and claws.

When Monk Daoyan saw countless elite soldiers of the Yan Palace lying under the swords and guns, a gust of evil fire rushed up in his heart. He rubbed his right hand with his forehead, and opened his mouth and sprayed out a golden relic. The relic was surrounded by golden flames, which seemed solemn and solemn.

As soon as the magnificent white flying dragon touched the relics spit out by Monk Daoyan, it immediately screamed and was beaten into countless broken bones and fell down. Monk Daoyan was also greatly oscillated and a mouthful of blood was spurted out wildly. He pinched a handprint and printed it towards Babaer. Babaer shouted, and saw that his magic weapon was also broken, and he immediately turned into a wind and escaped. However, Monk Daoyan was extremely fast, and a pure innate vitality hit Babaer hard on the waist.

Babaer let out a shrill howl again. At least fifty kilograms of flesh and blood were blown off by the energy. His buttocks on both sides had become bloody and bloodless and no longer formed. Fortunately, he still had the last bit of strength, and the spell was activated and turned into a strong wind and flew away.

Monk Daoyan gritted his teeth, suddenly picked up a heavy machete from the ground and rushed into the stalemate battle group. Monk Daoyan roared loudly: "Master Buddha, I don't show my power. Do you think I am the kind of good monk who holds vegetarianism and recites scriptures?... The Buddha taught me to kill and kill all of you Tartars, and give me a peaceful world." He pulled out a sword in his hand, and suddenly more than a dozen Yuanmeng men flew out with blood all over his body.

Li Feng was simply stunned. Is this monk Daoyan a demon? However, when he saw the monk Daoyan shouting so fiercely, he couldn't help but feel anger in his heart. The Qingming Sword in his hand made overwhelming moans, dragging up green lights about three meters long, waving back and forth among the enemy soldiers in front of him. I don't know how much flesh and blood were harvested by them. The soldiers behind him also fought desperately and rushed out like a mad tiger. The more than 10,000 troops intercepted in front of them immediately collapsed. Under the leadership of Li Feng and others, more than 60,000 elite soldiers escaped the encirclement in a panic.

The sound of horse hooves rumbled, and the 50,000 elite cavalry led by Chi Menger's subordinate general finally arrived. They rushed from the west and northeast to the exhausted Yan Prince's Mansion army.

Ma He, who was seriously injured by Chi Menger, gritted his teeth and suddenly heard the 'pitch' sound of shattering teeth in his mouth. Ma He roared wildly: "Youbiao Camp, Zuohu Camp, all of them stayed to fight to death to protect our team from escaping... Never stop, your family, my Ma He Yili to bear it."

The two infantry soldiers approached 8,000 people and horses made shrill howls like wild wolfs. Without any hesitation, they turned around and killed the two teams of elite cavalry charging. Arrows shot out from the hands of the cavalry like raindrops. Countless warriors were shot like hedgehogs before they could approach...

Eight thousand men stopped the Yuan Meng army with a total of more than 100,000 for half an hour. In half a quarter of an hour, Li Feng and his team fled for more than ten miles in panic and had temporarily escaped from danger. As long as they ran another five hundred miles, they would be where the camp in the rear was located.

Escape and flee, Li Feng and his team led the remaining military horses of less than 50,000 to run on the grassland. From time to time, injured soldiers died on the road, and from time to time, seriously injured soldiers were separated from the team.

Teams of small Yuanmeng cavalry rushed from all directions, stripping away the remaining combat power of Li Feng and the others layer by layer. These were the soldiers of the nomadic tribe who took advantage of the situation. Some of the few people who were not worth mentioning in normal times almost crushed Li Feng and the others to collapse.

Finally, after three days and three nights of fleeing, more than 43,000 tired soldiers and horses rushed into the camp. Li Feng, who had a muscle, was taken away by the wolf tooth stick on his lower abdomen. He just entered the camp gate and fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time. After entering the innate realm, he felt for the first time that the true energy in his body had been consumed completely, and there was no trace of it. There were at least thirty deep knife marks on his body. If he hadn't taken too much spiritual medicine, Li Feng would have died because of excessive bleeding.

The generals of Chang Tie and others with sweat and tears, Ren Tianhu, covered in blood, Ren Tianqi and others raised Li Feng and carefully carried Li Feng into a big tent as if he was treating treasures. These generals knew in their hearts that on the way to escape, if Li Feng had not wanted to block the swords and arrows that were shot, Li Feng would not have been so injured... Li Feng didn't know that his momentary impulse of loyalty allowed him to give up the efforts of these generals.

True feelings can only be cultivated on the battlefield. It is a kind of relationship that never leaves you, depends on life and death until you transcend love, family affection, and friendship. It only belongs to the blood and energy between men. It cannot be described, but it will never deteriorate.

In this battle, Zhu Yu, Li Feng and others led a total of 110,000 troops to attack, and only 43,000 people returned to the camp alive. A crushing defeat, a crushing defeat that could shock the entire Yan Prince's Mansion...

Late at night, the monk Daoyan, who had returned to his monk's costume, stood in his tent with a ferocious face, and roared in a low voice: "Baba'er, you barbaric monk, can you actually make me look so embarrassed like this monk. The 110,000 army was instigated by the monk and attacked him, and only 43,000 people came back. I am a monk and I have been hurt by you... Waiting for me, I will let you know how miserable it would be."
Chapter completed!