Among the Longquan soldiers, a black-clothed dead soldier flashed. Another rain of arrows broke through the air.

In the darkness, the sharp arrows shot like poisonous snakes and sucked the soldiers on both sides. The dozens of men in the death squad fell to the ground. Two or three people got up with arrows, one of whom was bald, pulled out the arrow from his chest and pulled out a stream of blood.

But he spat and spitted a mouthful of blood foam and rushed towards the enemy in front of him completely ignored him and slashed the two of them.

A black-clothed dead soldier floated over like a ghost and stabbed the bald bearded man in the dark. The dagger was as dark as ink. The bald bearded man threw out the iron knife in his hand and threw the black-cloth soldier. The black-clothed dead soldier dodged, and then used a scimitar to slaughter the bald bearded man's chest and abdomen. Jie Shi's intestines blood flowed. The bald bearded man rushed up hideously and hugged the black-clothed dead soldier's legs.

Several foreign soldiers from the grassland tribes slashed him with scimitars and almost dismembered him.

But he hugged the black-clothed Dead Soldier tightly and refused to let go. The two men from the squad behind rushed onto the sword like a mad tiger and slashed the black-clothed Dead Soldier at the same time. Although he also cut the enemy into pieces in a moment. Before the black-clothed Dead Soldier got up, several men from the squad rushed up and slashed the iron sword, instantly dismembered the black-clothed Dead Soldier...

"Damn it. I fuck you rent a sect..." The scarred man's blood in his hand sprinkled the blood of the iron-cutting knife beside him, and all the death squads were covered in blood.

Two black-clothed dead men fell down at his feet, and a general from Longquan.

The scar man had wounds on his body, and his clothes were stained with blood. But he was still like a crazy tiger to fight back and forth. The martial arts of the black eternal death soldiers on the other side were far superior to ordinary soldiers and they also ignored death. They were extremely crazy. Every time they were killed, they had to pay the lives of nearly ten soldiers. Although there were hundreds of death squads, they were controlled by nearly a hundred black-clothed death soldiers.

"Swear to death..." A soldier from a squad asked two black-clothed dead men to cut off half of their bodies and fell to the ground. His hands tried his best to go to the building to settle on one of the legs. But he immediately asked the other party to stomp his head and burst.

Two soldiers from the squad rushed towards him with bloody eyes and were eager to death.

However, the two black-clothed dead soldiers had strange golden patterns on their chests. They were the neckline and martial arts group of the black-clothed dead soldiers. They had already harvested nearly a hundred lives of the Chinese and Daxia soldiers in their hands, but they were not at all. Although they were masters, they were more hiding in Longquan’s soldiers to attack their opponents.

Blood splashed everywhere, broken limbs and human heads flew away the soldiers of the two death squads instantly let them kill them.

"Fuck your ancestor..." When the scar man saw the two black-clothed death warriors killing three more with a scimitar, he couldn't help but yelling at them with a roar. Several soldiers of the trauma-covered death squad behind him also rushed towards them like crazy tigers. The two black-clothed death warriors shot out the necklines of the two black-clothed death warriors and shot them down like magic eyes cut on the scar man's body.

The scar man's right hand cut iron knife, with his arm and knife, let a black-clothed death soldier cut off his neck.

He broke his arm and castrates him unchanged. He hit the opponent's head and face hard... A small soldier behind him, leaned over and rushed over quickly. He held a long needle in his hand and stabbed the waist of the black-clothed death warrior. The black-clothed death warrior's head looked at the scar man in shock and opened his mouth. But he couldn't shout out loud.

The man with a scar was pressed down with one leg. The scimitar in his hand rotated like the wind. He twisted the thin soldier of the death squad into blood mud. But he couldn't hold on. He covered his waist and wanted to retreat.

A strange knife flashed in the darkness.

The soldier with an ordinary appearance arrived from a distance. Mo Dao cut out the sword lights of thousands of sword rings and flashed. He cut the black-clothed death warrior collar that was slaughtering the soldiers of the squad into pieces of flesh. He did not wait for the needle in his waist to retreat. The sword light spread out. He picked up the scimitar in his hand and leaped and slashed the square hand of the black-clothed death warrior collar and chopped off the square hand of the black-clothed death warrior collar and shoulder-to-shoulder...

"Wait for me..." The scar man was covered in blood and covered in bruises. His broken arms gushed and his face was twisted.

But his eyes were spitting fire. He picked up an iron knife with his left hand and staggered over.

The ordinary soldier turned around and looked at him, nodded and said, "You are a good man, you deserve to be a member of the Chinese Army." The scar man gritted his teeth and felt that as long as he let go, that breath would be broken.

He can die. But not now.

He raised the iron-cutting knife and forced the black-clothed dead soldier in front of him to crush Mo Dao, who was in an ordinary appearance, and crazily cut off all the flesh and mud. He threw away the knife. He reached out and grabbed the rotten flesh under the knife and stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it hard. Then he fell to the ground with satisfaction. The soldier with an ordinary appearance kept looking at him and raised his hand to salute him.

Hundreds of soldiers from the squad were killed in one round. There were very few left.

The few dozen remaining people were mostly those brought by soldiers with ordinary appearance. Zhou Laotan and Zhou Laofang rushed up with the Death Squad. The Death Squad was also fearless and was also desperate to die. The Death Squad also paid his life to the death. The black-clothed Death Soldier among the Longquan soldiers quickly decreased (reprinted by this book, t) The last dozen people had not completely retreated, causing Zhou Laotan and Zhou Laofang to get involved.

Three Xi's leaders with strange golden patterns on their chests retreated into the formation of Longquan soldiers. However, they had not escaped a hundred steps from the darkness.

There was a tearing sound in the sky... When they heard this strange sound, the arrow had already pierced the arrow from one person's chest and shot it on the chest abdomen of the other two soldiers. The golden-printed neckline of the two soldiers who were in the chest at the same time looked at the blood hole in the chest in shock. The mouth opened. I don't know what I wanted to say, but a blood fountain came out.

At some point, the soldier with an ordinary appearance had an extra bow in his hand. He flew in the air and shot an arrow like a meteor rushing to the moon.

A golden-patterned and black-clothed death soldier was in awe and dodged the arrow to wipe his body. He nailed a foreign soldier's knees from the side to make the fierce soldier fall on him in an instant, screaming like a pig.

The third black-clothed dead soldier leader immediately slid into the group of soldiers like a spirit snake when he saw something was wrong.

The sword light in the sky opened the world. Dozens of sword lights slashed down heavily. They streaked through the space and slashed continuously. In the sword light, the ordinary soldier followed the heads all the way. Wherever his footsteps passed, the heads burst and blood soared into the sky.

Two black-clothed dead soldiers with golden patterns fled in two directions. One escaped from a hundred steps and thought he would be alive. But who wouldn't suddenly see someone standing in front of him. It was the ordinary soldier. He held a bloody head in his hand. The head was the golden collar of another black-clothed dead soldiers.

He died with his eyes open. His mouth was wide open, as if he was crying in great pain. But there was no sound at all. That kind of horror could make people feel terrified...

An ordinary soldier had a silk thread in his hand, which was intertwined into a dead net, and his fingers were used to sank into the neck of the only remaining golden-patterned leader. Blood gushed out of the golden-patterned leader as he watched him being killed but struggled because he let the other party "stay" in place. It was stronger than a wooden stake nailed into the soil and could not move at all.

He could only watch himself kill him with an ordinary appearance but a pair of clear eyes.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

The sound of the golden bell suddenly ringing in the Chinese military camp spread throughout the night sky.

Then the rain of arrows in the sky was thrown into the enemy's rear formation like a swarm of bees. The death squad and the remaining Xia soldiers. Wen Jin retreated. A few severely injured people blocked the enemy for their companions and rushed towards the enemy. Some people were unable to fight and committed suicide with their blades... hundreds of death squads were extremely left. Only thirty or forty companions brought by the ordinary-looking soldiers were left to retreat.

Most of the casualties of the decisive death squad were led by Zhou Lao Fang Zhou Lao Tan. The Chinese soldiers who fought bloody battles were almost killed.

The ordinary-looking soldier held a sword and cut it off for everyone. His sword was invincible.

Who would have no idea that the dozen masters in the Longquan Army wanted to take him down and let him cut several people in a row. He was familiar with the trenches flying high and plundering low in the ground to avoid the rain of arrows. A tall soldier came out of the formation. He raised his bow and shot three arrows in a row to kill and injure two pursuers to help the soldiers with ordinary appearance back to the formation...

"Arc Lan!" Bai Wenyuan, covered in blood, immediately raised his hand with excitement when he saw the ordinary-looking soldier coming back. He shouted: "Shoot!"

The arrows in the sky are denser than the rain. They are carrying a chilling strange roar and shoot at the enemy formation.

The enemy formation that had three consecutive waves of charge collapsed and most of the attacks from Longquan suddenly stopped. Then the golden bell rang, leaving countless corpses behind and retreated.

"Fortunately, the Death Squad and Death Squad blocked the enemy, otherwise the back formation would also affect it." The tall soldier hummed in a low voice: "Bai Ziting, an old rape dog, wants to play tricks with us. It's so funny." There was a long-legged soldier of similar height beside the tall soldier, but shook his head and said: "This plan is not bad. At least the tornado that uses a gun is very troublesome."

"Let's go." The soldier with an ordinary appearance smiled and said, "Let's go to the Black Wolf Army again to see if it's coming here now. The tornado may be making things difficult for the left side, and we just happened to help him kill a few people to establish his authority."

"It's a failure for his subordinates to provoke rebellion." The tall soldier snorted: "It's just that he hasn't seen anyone for more than a month."

"The wolf tribe on the grassland is so profitable. If you have the chance to emerge, you will take the opportunity to climb up. Of course, all loyal and righteous are nonsense." The ordinary-looking soldier laughed and said, "The Han army does not need to hand over the king to a general in person to worry about everything. But if it were on the grassland, if you don't lead the troops to the battle in person, you will probably be done the next day!"
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