No one listened to him.

Even, someone with a spear in his hand and an unkind gaze walked in his direction step by step.

"What do you want to do?"

Wen Azheng's eyes finally showed fear, "What do you dare to do to this deputy commander?" Are you tired of being alive? If something happens to this deputy commander, General Wen will not let you go! ”

He is the eldest son of Wen Python.

"General Wen?"

The man who came with a spear in hand smiled.

"Deputy Commander Wen, don't you know? General Wen tried to kill the old prime minister of the dynasty, but he had already been sentenced to death on the spot. ”

There was a mockery in the man's eyes, "If you go to the Jinluan Hall now, you may be able to see your father for the last time!" ”

The two sides fought.

Wen Azheng fought with the man.

Crazy grappling.

Wen Azheng is a cultivator of the upper realm of the congenital stage, and that person is also the upper realm of the congenital stage.

For a while, the two really couldn't tell the difference.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

A quarter of an hour.

The two sides are still inseparable.

And at the moment.

Under the Beitian Gate, Zi Mucheng and Mo Yan, who were the leaders of the "Anti-Thief Army", glanced at each other and smiled.

The laughter was full of mockery.

"It's funny."

The curvature of the corners of Zi Mucheng's lips became bigger and bigger, "Look, this is the general of the Royal Forest Army cultivated by the Chu royal family." What else will there be besides cannibalism and passive immunity? ”

Mo Yan's eyes dimmed: "Therefore, they will perish." ”

There is no suspense at all.

If the other party is really a bloody army, he really wants to have a good fight, and he can also have a good time.

But the other party is just a joke.

"What shall we do now, Master Mo?" Zi Mucheng cast an inquiring gaze.

Subconsciously, he took Mo Yan as his backbone.

Not only because Mo Yan is the vice president of Xuanwu Academy, the president of Tianyan Chamber of Commerce, and the top boss of Daddy Zikun, but also because Zi Mucheng admires this young man from the bottom of his heart and is impressed by his intelligence.

"Kill."

Mo Yan only said one word.

But it released an extremely strong aura of slaughter.

All of a sudden, the heavens and the earth changed color.

As a leader, Mo Yan not only did not retreat, but took the lead.

He took out a bow and arrow.

It was a very ordinary bow and arrow, and every soldier present could use it and pull it out.

Draw the bow and shoot the arrow.

Aiming at the north gate city wall, the deputy general of the straw bag - Wen Azheng.

"Boom"

The arrows burst through the air.

The left heart of the Chinese Azheng mouth.

Wen Azheng was fighting with the rebels, and he didn't notice Mo Yan's sudden attack, and his entire heart was shot in half.

The moment the blood rushed out, his whole person was confused.

He felt the loss of his life.

He knew that he was almost finished, and he didn't have a few seconds to live.

Using the last strength of his life, Wen Azheng turned his head and looked under the wall of the North Heavenly Gate, just looking at Mo Yan, who was in the posture of opening the bow and shooting arrows, looking at each other.

Bumped into it.

Wen Azheng understood......

At whose hands did he die?

However, it was already too late.

"Deputy Commander Wen is dead!"

"Oh my God, what should I do? Is this battle still fought? ”

"What to fight, run quickly, your life matters."

"You cowardly deserters! Damn it! "There are also some Royal Guards who have backbone.

It's a pity -

"Yes, we're just cowardly, what's the point. You have the ability to go up,