Liu Jizongba looked at the Mongolian people who fled with wailing, he was carried on a horse by Bai Luofeng, and when Bai Luofeng took him to fight a bloody road, he reacted - Wuzhou County still has room to breathe.

The two of them first met Jiekong, this greedy monk has no monk's reserve, perhaps for fear of hurting his own people, he did not turn into an angry King Kong, but the whole body seems to be plated with a layer of gold and stone, Rao is hard to blow can not leave any traces.

When the monk saw Bai Luofeng coming with Liu Jizong on horseback, he was overjoyed, and he couldn't wait to wave his arm outward, and two Buddha's hands that were so high that he couldn't see the top suddenly exploded on the chaotic battlefield, and the Buddha's hand immediately opened a sunny avenue with the action of quitting empty.

The Mongols who gathered and charged were like gravel swept away by the sudden Buddha's hand, and piled up on both sides into hills, and the screams continued.

Seeing that it was bloody and bloody, he didn't have any psychological burden, and he casually intercepted a war horse and followed behind Bai Luofeng.

The two of them are obviously moving forward on their own, but Wuzhou County still seems to be in an unattainable distance.

Among the thousands of troops, what can you do even if you are uneducated?

Bai Luofeng's sword color was completely smeared red, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the forehead of the void, and the horse shuttle soldiers under the crotch were inevitably stabbed.

At this moment, there were strange images in the field, and the evil tigers, lions, jackals and wild leopards rushed into the crowd from all over the place, and slaughtered the Mongolian soldiers who could not be guarded against.

Bai Luofeng's eyes flashed with bright colors, thinking that it must be the "impermanence of the pen" Li Xianggao who completed his painting "Hundred Beasts", but the joy in his heart had not had time to retreat, and the sky suddenly became gloomy.

Everyone unconsciously stopped the weapons in their hands and looked up, but for a moment, their faces were full of fear - the black and oppressive bird tide actually swooped down overwhelmingly.

In the stunned eyes of the Dayu soldiers, countless Mongolian people were instantly wrapped in a flock of birds, and became completely skinless in the painful wails of crying and screaming, and fell to the earth and died for a long time.

"I didn't expect that at this time, he even painted the 'Thousand Bird Forest'. Bai Luofeng was all impressed, and took the opportunity to force towards the destination.

Even though the birds and beasts were menacing, they couldn't fight the Mongolian people who had been hunting outside the territory for many years, and when they struggled to break free from the counterattack, they found that the original flesh-and-blood birds and monsters were only left with a pool of muddy ink under their knives.

The Mongolian people were finally caught off guard, and the divine hand of such paintings became spirits, and the divine hand of sprinkling beans into soldiers was actually hidden in the enemy camp.

At this moment, the sound of the Dao piano was faintly heard among the noisy soldiers and horses, and at first no one questioned that there was something wrong with their ears - when these thousands of people were fighting, Mo said that the sound of the music of the seren, even the thunder on the flat ground would probably be covered up.

But it didn't take long for the sound of the piano to seem to be getting louder and louder in the ears, even exceeding the power of tens of thousands of people roaring at the same time, and many people's minds had been hooked, and the steel knife and halberd in their hands fell to the ground.

The corners of Bai Luofeng's mouth rose, and he knew that the piano was the handiwork of Xiao Xizhi, the "Molin Bamboo Rain".

The sound of the piano is faint and primitive, as if there is a rhythm of wind and rain about to come and fall, and when it comes to the ears, it is like a flat boat driving in the port of a huge wave that will sink at any time.

Dayu's morale was slightly depressed for a short time, but before the Mongols took the opportunity to attack, the sound of the piano was deflected.

The bamboo forest that seemed to rise from the ground in front of me was stubbornly fighting against the storm, just and unbroken, straight and continuous! The originally lonely sail suddenly collapsed, and thousands of feet of terrifying waves poured into the gorge, and then a stream of lava that had been accumulated for a long time splattered out.

The soldiers of the Yu Dynasty completed their transformation in an instant, and inadvertently gained courage, as if there was an undercurrent of power in their bodies that needed to be vented immediately!

The Han Chinese, who had been weak in the eyes of the Mongols, suddenly became insurmountable, their hands holding swords could not help but tremble, and the peak-like figure of the Yu soldiers broke their last line of defense.

Seeing that the prospect was good, Remnant Mo began to disobey the call for no reason, the sword buzzed incessantly, and finally defeated Bai Luofeng's strength and left his hand.

If the sword is pointed, it quickly shuttles through the gap between the sea of people, the tip is uncontrolled but it is very free, Changhong is gone, leaving only corpses everywhere, and the winding path is blink of an eye because the ink is paved.

No one dared to stop Bai Luofeng's footsteps anymore, but as the two of them left in a hurry, the gap behind them was filled by the battle between Yu and Meng.

Just a few steps away from the city gate, Bai Luofeng resolutely jumped down and slapped his ass again, and Liu Jizong was sent into the city by the painful horse galloping before he realized Bai Luofeng's behavior.

Jiekong tightened the reins, the horse's hooves stopped, the monk jumped off the horse, and said with a long sigh of relief: "If it is one step too late, I am afraid it will be difficult to collect the whole corpse for him." ”

Bai Luofeng looked at the inextricable battlefield and shouted to the city tower: "Dead old man, hurry up and return the sword to me!"

Under the city gate, a rickety old man slowly appeared from behind the wall, Mo Ming hung in the air very meekly beside him, the old man waved his hand unintentionally, and the fierce sword was like a rabbit and hurriedly returned to Bai Luofeng's hand.

"I'm useless here, and I'll have to look at yours after that. Sword Wine Song ignored Bai Luofeng's resentment and smiled.

Bai Luofeng snorted and turned around, not wanting to glance at the sword and wine song at all, obviously still unable to let go of the old man and blatantly took the mustard of Mo Ming from his hand with ease.

Jiekong silently thanked Jian Jiuge, and then hurriedly caught up with Bai Luofeng, who was traveling far away.

In fact, for Jian Jiu Ge, opening the mountain with one finger is a gesture within the hand, but if he wants to kill the enemy in the chaotic army, this kind of cultivation that overturns the clouds and the sea will be useless, otherwise after a thought, the Mongolian people will certainly have countless casualties, but they will also mistakenly kill many Yu Dynasty soldiers.

The battlefield of soldiers is not the ring of chivalry, and the sword used by the sword wine song is not the real thing made of iron by a blacksmith.

Even if the top ten masters on the list attack it together, the old man is sure to be invincible, but he is really powerless to raise a sword and fight people in this kind of environment where he has concerns about coming from all directions.

Bai Luofeng was very aggrieved, in the past, when he confronted people, he had always urged the Yin Qi in the Mo Ming Sword, but now he had to restrain himself in order not to accidentally hurt the innocent.

"Come to think of it, this is the reason why the real masters of the rivers and lakes don't fight in the cooperative army, I also said that those people are really right. Bai Luofeng sighed in his heart, "Hey! If you really don't deceive the vulgar, it's all, no matter what kind of mastery you have in the sandy territory, all of them can only be ordinary people wielding knives." ”

Bai Luofeng simply relied on his sword moves to bury one northern barbarian after another, and in the end, even Meng Ma, who was proud of Nanxun, smelled the heavy bloody on his face and stopped.

"If that blind man is here, what kind of frozen and extinct bells and whistles can be used? I'm afraid there are a few more holes earlier, hahaha!" Bai Luofeng killed more and more, thinking of the refreshing feeling that Nalan was slanderous, and gradually forgot the unhappiness in his heart just now.

At this moment, the sound of the piano hovering in the air turned again, and there was a tendency for the shark to drive the fish to victory, and the beasts and birds created by Li Xianggao's divine pen really seemed to have aura, and the sound of the piano became more and more vicious.

Yu Bing was infected, and his momentum increased again and again, and there was a faint state of counter-pressure and annexation. And some of the Mongolian people, who claimed to be invincible, actually began to flee in defeat, and one person was cowardly and unintentional, and more and more Mongolians abandoned their armor and reined in their horses, and rushed to retreat towards the place where they came.

However, just as the Yu soldiers were about to take advantage of the situation to chase the opportunity, a few miles away from the battle site in Wuzhou County, the smoke and dust that cut off the sky and the power of the hooves that shook the earth and the mountains broke into the sight and sound range of the Meng Yu soldiers......