As Yang Wanli's voice fell, the figure flickered, and several Dongchang masters appeared in front of the Mahayana King with murderous energy, intending to stop the Mahayana King.

Mahayana King as the first master of Tatar, a body of unfathomable skills, if you fight alone, none of these so-called Dongchang masters are their opponents, seeing the other party group attack, the Mahayana King sneered: "The pearl of rice grains, also shines!"

The "Tantric Mahamudra" was displayed, the strong wind was strong, and an incomparable undercurrent suddenly appeared, surging towards the front, and several Dongchang masters only felt that the strong wind was blowing, and the eyes of the people were forced to have a posture that they could not open, and everyone had a feeling of being about to suffocate.

The screams sounded, several figures flew out upside down, several masters of the East Factory came quickly, retreated faster, just a face, and were slapped away by the strong palm of the Mahayana King, which shows the domineering of the "Tantric Mahamudra".

"Rice buckets, a group of rice buckets, hundreds of people can't even take a few traitors, the court really raised you in vain. Li Da was annoyed and angry, and scolded without words.

"White-clothed spear" Le Haojie saw that the Mahayana Dharma King's moves were extremely powerful, and he saw its disadvantages at a glance with his vicious eyes, and said loudly: "Don't panic, the Dharma King is strong outside, and it is impossible to perform such a powerful move for a long time, otherwise, he will definitely exhaust his internal strength, collapse and die." ”

Le Haojie can be said to be in a word, the master of the East Factory has been practicing kung fu all year round, and naturally understands the truth, after hearing Le Haojie's words, everyone's eyes lit up, and they all had a sudden look.

The truth is this truth, but now the Mahayana Dharma King looks full of energy, without a little exhaustion, all the masters of the East Factory also understand another truth - at this time, whoever goes up will die, and there is only one life, so many East Factory masters have hesitated.

Yang Wanli knew that almost all of these Dongchang masters came from the rivers and lakes, and they were not as obedient as the soldiers in the army, and Chen Cheng seemed to think of this, and immediately said loudly: "The army listens to the order and goes all out to kill the thief, but whoever retreats will not be spared!"

After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "Whoever takes off the other party's head today, he will definitely be promoted to the third level when he returns to the court, and he will be promoted to the third level, all the soldiers, be loyal to the country, kill the traitor, kill!"

A slap and a sweet jujube can't just be punished without reward, Chen Cheng obviously knows this.

"There must be a brave man under the heavy reward" This sentence can be passed down from ancient times to the present, obviously there is a reason, sure enough, the people in the court heard that they could be promoted to three levels in a row, and their spirits were immediately lifted.

Kill, kill, kill!

All the sergeants shouted in unison, and their voices were higher and higher, shaking the sky and the earth, and soaring into the sky.

For a while, the sound of killing shook the sky, and all the sergeants rushed up like a tide, and the masters of Dongchang also took the opportunity to cover up and kill.

The Mahayana King had just slapped away several officers and soldiers in front of him, and before he had time to catch his breath, other officers and soldiers rushed over, and the Mahayana King had no choice but to cast the "Tantric Mahamudra" one after another, killing the opponent with a strong palm.

In less than a moment, more than 30 people died under the hands of the Mahayana King, and the corpses lay on the ground, which was shocking.

At this time, the Mahayana King was panting, his chest was undulating, his breath began to be disordered, and his palm power was not as domineering as before.

Seeing this, the officers and soldiers were greatly invigorated, and the offensive became more and more fierce, and the Mahayana King was blocked, and the distance between him and the sword was less than three zhang, but this distance was now like a moat and could not be crossed.

The situation of the Mahayana Dharma King is not optimistic, and the Dao Wujian people are even more precarious.

I saw that the three of Poison Gongzi, Zhang Chaifeng and Ling Ke'er joined forces to deal with the officers and soldiers behind Dao Wuji, and the offensive of the officers and soldiers was much more fierce, and the rows of officers and soldiers set up their positions, holding spears, and rushed forward directly to kill, with a great momentum of moving forward.

Although the three men were not weak, the officers and men rushed to kill extremely violently, like a violent storm, one after another, without the slightest respite, and the three were forced to retreat one after another.

"Brother Dao, I can't stand it anymore!" Zhang Chaifeng shouted anxiously.

Dao Wuji's heart sank, and he knew in his heart that if he slowly advanced forward like this, without killing all the officers and soldiers present, it would be impossible to capture Chen Cheng alive, the original sergeant plus dozens of later Dongchang masters, there were more than 300 people, even if he killed 300 pigs, an ordinary person was afraid that he would kill his hands and feet, not to mention more than 300 people, fortunately, Dao Wujian was not an ordinary person, but the other party was also not an ordinary person.

Dao Wuji's thoughts turned sharply in his heart, and he suddenly said, "Protect Brother Ren." ”

After speaking, the body was in a vertical position, and the "knife cut the long river" was used to resolve the offensive of the officers and soldiers in front of him, only to hear a series of bells sound, and the spears that stabbed over were all cut off by the knife without scale, leaving only half of the gun in the hands of the officers and soldiers.

Dao Wujian just cut off the opponent's spear, his figure flashed, and then a move "Pingsha Falling Goose" slashed horizontally, only to see the knife light flickering, and the row of officers and soldiers in front of him only felt pain in their throats, and blood arrows shot out from their throats.

A knife!

Six people died, and their bodies fell to the ground weakly.

Dao Wujian killed six people with a knife, but instead of retreating, he pounced, like a tiger entering a flock, the soul breaking knife opened and closed, and where it passed, blood splashed, screaming again and again, and the stump and broken arm rolled to the ground, and the red blood water dyed the yellow sand red, which was even redder and more dazzling than the sunset in the western sky.

The wind is howling, people are howling!

The killing continued, the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, more and more pungent, and the hot blood splashed on Dao Wuji's body, and the bloodstained Dao Wujian seemed to be a demon from hell, constantly harvesting one fresh life after another.

Chen Cheng and the others were frightened, they knew that Dao Wujian was powerful, how could the previous No. 1 master of Ouchi not be powerful? But they didn't expect that Dao Wujian would be so powerful, someone fell to the ground and died when the knife fell in his hand, and Dao Wujian seemed to be a killing machine born for killing.

If it is said that killing people can be sharp to this extent, the "white-clothed spear" Le Haojie is also sighing that he is inferior, not only Le Haojie is inferior, but everyone present is not as good as the knife, and the soul breaking knife is naturally indispensable.

Thank you for the monthly pass of the grandfather of the official, as well as the recommendation ticket, I am grateful, I can't express it!!!!!!

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