Fantasy World Transmigration

After the battle, the Dalinghe Fort was behind Yang Da, but now he is in the heart and lungs, cold and ruthless. He only knows how to find people and kills them. He also puts this task in his heart and sees the Jinjun retreating. Da Ying, gave him the road to the Daling River, hesitated and did not hesitate to fit in the most populous camp.

Those who built the slaves were killed and courageous. One of the warriors bowed and asked: “Ye Nu, Khan Wang let us surround the Dalinghe Fort, blocking the Han people from entering the Daling River. Why did you remove the troops and horses? If there is no force Protecting the wall, you are on the side of the chaos, the preparation of the Tulush must be chaotic, the two walls of the trench, how to block the Han Chinese?”

“If you leave that person, you are the first sinner of our army.”

Ye Nuzhen was shocked. He heard this saying refuting scolded: “When you worship, the devil is so fierce, you are the first warrior of Manchuria who dare not go up to stop, why are the brothers going to die?”

“How about we let the Han Chinese enter the city? Can he get into the city in the city and escape?”

After saying this, Ye Nu ignored him. He only carefully peeked at the direction of Yang Da under the cover of the soldiers. He saw Yang Dachao’s coldly looking at the castle, and then turned and turned into a flow of light. Ye Nu scared his soul and flew away. He sighed and continued to escape, but he took two steps and was pierced by a lance.

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The surrounding Jin Bing immediately sang together and reorganized, and the morale was slightly boosted.

“Kill!” Yang Da’s silhouette wrapped in a round of blood light, and he will fight against the knife. Yang Da does not see a round of knife gas from the blood light of his body, just At a glance, he broke the long knife that bowed and slanted him into two halves.

Yang Da didn’t know who he was killing. He had already killed so many slaves along the way. Now his blood qi rushed into the top of Blood Lotus, condensed and realized. A heavy blade of light differentiation, can be divided into hundreds of blade light, and it is more convenient to kill people.

Here, Yang Da puts his hands together and sings out hundreds of blade lights. It is like a long stretch of the army. Whenever he goes, the slaves are brave and the blood essence is exhausted. It turns into a dry corpse, and the ordinary war is 30%. It’s already a bad thing to crash. Nowadays, Yang Da’s means are different and bloody, and the bloody and cruel, superstitious Jurchen soldiers will be able to persist until now. It is not so much a firm mind, but rather a reaction.

Now they have reacted, and immediately fear can not be their own, just dare to escape.

Yang Da calmly harvested his life behind them. He killed people too fast. Under the magic knife, he did not insist on one. The speed was faster than the deserter. So Huangtai on the high platform was surprised to find that the front line was defeated. There seems to be an invisible force, quietly lurking behind those fleeing soldiers, silent, and no longer see the dust generated by the soldiers in action.

Huangtai and Daying are not far from the former army. After a while, Huangtai and the high platform can see an isolated silhouette and move the movement technique. When the battalion is killed, Yangda sees this camp. But he didn’t care, going straight to the crowded place.

The defense in the big camp is even stricter. Huang Tai and his brother are many in person. On the left and right sides, there are four or five shamans, and there is a Taoist of the Han people. When they see Yang Da stepping into the camp, Shi Shi If you come here, it is the killing intent.

Seeing this scene, Yang Da is still from said with a slight smile: “Unknown, waiting for the side door, can stop me for three moments?”

Many of them did not answer, because Yang Da used Chinese, how to understand the slaves, the Chinese cultivator among the five people suddenly opened with a sneer: “Great breath! I have sacrificed a few spells, and I dare to scream here. You have no murder, you have already hurt the heavens, and you have a merit in killing the Taoist.”

The priest instigated the long scorpion and saw a black gas falling from the surface of the scorpion and turning into a Flood dragon of baring fangs and brandishing claws. This fog is a refinery, all around the Manchurians feel the mouth. The nose is sweet, and it turns into a pus. When the face is changed, the shaman behind him has a savage slogan. In the bones of his hands, a few phosphorus fires are suddenly raised to protect more people.

Yang Da did not evade, let the dark fog permeate the past, and soon fell into a rush of dark fog and could not see the shadow.

The man laughed: “There are people who are so stupid in this world, let me smash the soul and smear the five poisonous scorpions. This smoldering mana, these three breaths have passed, I am afraid that a piece of fine iron has turned into a pus “More than a face full of laughter, with a savage saying: “The wizard’s spells are really powerful, I will definitely go to the book of the King of Khan, for the Master to ask for work.”

His voice did not fall, and a red light flashed in the black fog. About one zhang long’s big knives smashed into the void, a flow of light flashed, the Taoist face suddenly changed, and the hands were long. The treasure was smashed open, and I saw a tangible and invisible knife piercing his heart. He randomly took his body’s soul essence and broke it out. He would be close to him. All killed.

Only the big shaman standing behind the body, with the help of the phosphorus fire of the body was smashed four, there is a statue of a white bone floating on the top of the two people, left and right other wizards with the knife gas a swallow to kill .

The big shaman’s face was tragically changed, and a spurt of blood spewed out. He said: “Bayer! The man’s spell is so powerful. I am afraid that it is the enemy. However, Baylor is going to the King of Khan for help. I am here to block this Han Chinese for Baylor. Baylor is going! Now only Zhang Jiafu, who is surrounded by King of Khan, can kill this Han Chinese, and Baylor is going to ask him to shoot!”

After a few steps, he climbed a few steps and saw the big shaman’s body behind him being broken. He was also split by a blade light, and then the next moment, he felt that his body was light and flew up. His perspective suddenly turned to a peculiar angle, and he could see a bloodless qi wearing a headless body like his clothes and being photographed by blade light.

He suddenly understood: “It turned out to be me!” I felt that my soul was swallowed by a blood light and fell into the boundless darkness.

Huangtai on the high platform and suddenly heard people report: “Khan Wang! The Chinese army was broken. The people who worshiped the shaman were killed by the Han people. Many of them were unfortunately killed. Now the four armys are in chaos, the soldiers are courageous, and they have collapsed into a group. Fighting each other, the Han people will kill when they see people, and there are two Baylors. One flag bearer is dead in his hands. The number of the dead is countless, and the 50,000 army is almost completely ruined!”

Huangtai and the Thunder slammed up, stood up straight, and shook the footsteps twice, then the mouth spurt blood out, all around the guards rushed forward to help, Huangtai and still struggled, said: “Go to please Foye, go to please Shaman, take my handsome seal and set out the purpose, to offer you Buddha as a living Buddha, let me a son to shave out! In any case, please ask them to shoot!”

The Styx is far from the battalion of the slaves. At the same time, the Primordial Spirit always feels the heavens. Suddenly, the sky is touched. Two or three shares of Aura are coming to Liaodong. Two of them have the power of Buddhism, but one is the West Kunlun. There is also a change in the south of China.

“Yang Dagan’s beautiful! Now I am going to shoot. The battle of Dalinghe is a sacred sacred sect. I don’t die on the seventeen or eight vultures, the right side of the door, and even the righteous path. How can it be said that it is a five hundred years? What?”

The river is driving in the clouds, standing on the battlefield of the Daling River and welcoming the two aura.