Wearing armor, holding a spear, jumping on the battlefield, traversing from all directions.

Perhaps this is a scene that many young men have longed for.

Unlike the previous single fight or fighting in the world, rushing into battle in such a posture is also a novel experience for Yun Luo.

The sword in his hand is no longer a gun;

The one I wore was no longer wearing a blue shirt, but a pair of armor.

The parrot in the geese hill did not deceive himself. The armor on his body and the Liquan gun in his hand were indeed not ordinary.

The previous practitioner suddenly exploded. In a panic, Yun Luo could not avoid it, and Lu Qi was still beside him.

Fortunately, I had an idea and remembered this pair of armor, so I took a bet.

The self-destruction of a practitioner in the realm of Knowing the Destiny was released instantly, and even if Yun Luo and Lu Qi had a body comparable to that of a true dragon, they would probably end up seriously injured.

In fact, the surging power hit Yun Luo's back and suddenly hit Yun Luo's back. The first feeling in his heart was also bad.

However, before those regrets and depression could be curled, a light flashed on the armor, instantly transforming the huge force onto the entire armor.

Yun Luo's back shook and his throat became sweet, but he was overjoyed because he keenly discovered that nearly half of the force had been removed by the armor.

This also led to the subsequent rushing and rushing. In this process, the Liquan gun in his hand made Yun Luo even more happy.

The first thing a practitioner pays attention to is the strength of the output of the true essence, followed by those such as material, weight, hardness, etc.

This Liquan gun made Yun Luo feel like he was holding the Shanhe Sword, and it was even better.

You should know that the Shanhe Sword is once the sword of Jiang Taixu. The Liquan Spear can be stronger than the sword cultivator with the strongest killing power in the output of true energy, which shows its preciousness.

The true energy not only has not been reduced by the gun body, but also seems to have an amplification effect.

The inch of light that was sucked and spit out at the tip of the gun flashed with silver light, making the armor on the sergeants in front of him look like paper.

Once you sweep, you will be an open land, which is most suitable for trapping.

The king of soldiers is well-deserved.

He danced a gun flower without any guidance, swept down a rain of arrows that flew over, arched his body slightly, raised his spear sideways, and where his burning eyes were focused was Wang Jujun in the middle of the crowd!

Wang Jujun's expression went from being sure of victory to being slackened from being in a position to being siege and killing, and then at this moment, he was already frowning deeply.

When he suddenly met Yun Luo's cold eyes, Wang Jujun's whole body became cold, as if he was staring at by a ferocious beast.

"Protect General!"

"Protect General!"

"Protect General!"

The surrounding soldiers rushed in this direction again, blocking Yunluo's road ahead.

Wang Jujun did not escape. Those who could be entrusted with such an important task would not be so cowardly.

He was going to be here, using his body as bait to waste the Ling family members to death here.

"The remnants of the Ling family! I am here. If you have the guts, come and kill me! Haha!"

Accompanied by arrogance, Wang Jujun's words penetrated the battlefield and spread into Yun Luo's ears.

Yun Luo was furious and shouted wildly: "Wang Jujun, I will take the dog's head on your neck today!"

The flesh and blood flew everywhere, the remaining limbs were everywhere, and Yun Luo, who was trapped in a heavy siege, was covered in blood, and he still only moved forward a little.

There were countless figures between him and Wang Jujun.

At the same time, more soldiers gathered between Wang Jujun and Yun Luo.

The armor had been replaced by Yun Luo on Lu Qi. He was the first to be affected. He lacked armor protection and had several arrows and several knife wounds on his body.

And even if Fu Lin was taking care of the old Ling family and the backbone of the rebel army behind him, they would inevitably be injured.

Wang Jujun looked at each other with the cultivator guarding beside him, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

A scream suddenly sounded in the air, and a signal firework swayed and rose.

Yun Luo's spear tip suddenly turned, pulled the horse's head, and pierced out obliquely against the thick encirclement beside Wang Jujun, just in the direction of the fireworks.

The troops facing Wang Jujun quickly moved closer were attacked by Yun Luo from the side, and they were swept away without adjusting their figure.

On the other side of the team, a big bald head suddenly appeared and smiled and swung an ordinary punch.

The fist is like the wind, cutting off the rushing team from it.

Yun Luo suddenly felt empty in front of him, and quickly rushed out with everyone behind him.

"Bastard! Where is your bloody nature!"

Wang Jujun cursed angrily. The facts proved that Yun Luo was not stupid. He was foolishly thinking that he had really angered the boy.

And the fireworks that sent the message seemed to be helping?

Wang Jujun was caught off guard, but he saw the opportunity quickly and immediately ordered the cavalry to catch up.

The big bald man waved his hand and took away the Buddhist beads and wooden hammers in the air and disappeared from the spot.

So, in the open space not far from Lingzhou Camp.

A team of more than ten people fled in front of him, with three or four thousand cavalry behind him, chasing him straight.

The fleeing people bent down and dodged the arrows behind them.

Fu Lin turned his head, patted his hands continuously, and threw out the talismans one by one, each with its own effect, trying to stop the pursuit soldiers.

Wang Jujun was naturally also in the pursuit team, commanding the rhythm of pursuit.

Behind Yun Luo, a voice suddenly shouted: "Little lord, the other party's pursuit is getting closer and closer. We can't run away like this anymore!"

"Yes! I have to borrow the power of the terrain!"

Two old members of the Ling family spoke to remind Yun Luo. While running and looking, he suddenly discovered a valley on his left.

"Okay, let's go to the valley!"

Yun Luo shouted in a deep voice, pulled the horse's head, and rushed towards the valley, with everyone following closely behind.

Wang Jujun learned about the conversation just now through the practitioners around him, snorted coldly, and commanded the troops to follow closely.

The autumn leaves withered, and the sparse woodland outside the valley did not have much shade, but the trunks and branches still obscured some light, making the valley look a little dim.

Wang Jujun frowned slightly. If he hadn't known that they had changed course temporarily, chasing the enemy into the valley like this would be a taboo in military tactics.

In a flash, he felt relieved. In this raid, the other party had no time to prepare any ambush.

What's more, I had been on guard against this move, and scouts were sprinkled around me to patrol, and no large troops had ever appeared.

As soon as he thought of this, he whipped the horse whip and shouted: "Soldiers, work harder and wipe out the enemy!"

The marching team suddenly accelerated.

If you look down from a high altitude, Yun Luo takes the lead and leads a small group of people and horses, like a feather arrow, pierces through the valley entrance, and then a torrent rushes like water, following behind him.

The horse's hooves stomp the fallen leaves, stirring up smoke and dust.

A string of Buddhist beads that had just been taken away seemed to descend out of thin air, and they rushed towards the practitioner who had been quietly guarding Wang Jujun.

The practitioner did not dare to be negligent. He flew up in the air with his toes, avoiding the route of the Buddhist beads landing. At the same time, his palms were shot out one after another, and all the true essences were either palms or fists, hitting the Buddhist beads, trying to change their route.

But some things are useless when their strength is not up to standard.

The close contact between Buddhist beads and him is like a fateful arrangement.

So, he was locked up by Buddhist beads and watched the torrents climb over, and suddenly pulled up a large net in the air, pulling five or six cavalry and their men and horses into the air.

Judging from the location, it is exactly where Wang Jujun is.

He looked at the big net in shock. What kind of power is this? I am afraid that ordinary practitioners will find it difficult to do it, right?

A figure rushed along the rock walls of the valley, then jumped up in the air, and threw the spear in his hand towards the big net.

The spear turned into a stream of light, piercing through somewhere in the big net, sank straight into the rock wall in the distance, leaving only a little gun bar.

As the person who threw the gun landed steadily, a loud shout rang out, "Wang Jujun is dead, he will not be killed!"

The torrent gradually stopped in the riots, and everyone looked up at the struggled net, and there was indeed a man with red faces, and there was no sound.

In front of everyone, there were so many people in his commander, and he was killed by someone?

A man who looked like a general suddenly shouted, "Brothers, we have so many..."

Halfway through, a feather arrow pierced into his throat.

In the crowd, another person quietly hid behind others and shouted, "Let's kill them..."

A feather arrow was as fast as lightning, drilling into the gap in the back armor, stabbing the center of the body, and the sound suddenly stopped.

No one would give up so easily.

Almost at the same time, three people raised their arms and shouted, "Brothers..."

Three feather arrows pierced into three different throats at the same time like long eyes.

So, there was no more sound.
To be continued...