The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"No, we surrender!"

"Master, we are wrong, please help us!"

"Master, I am Zhao Kunwu wrong. Please. Lord, please!"

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The green towels rushing over The army suddenly cried out for mercy.

Yan Chuan stood with his hands in his hands, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head gently: "It's late!"

"Let it go!" Huo Guang ordered.

"bang!"

The arrow feathers are like rainstorms, shooting Zhao Kunwu and the others. More than 2,000 arrow feathers were like more than 2,000 reminders, and they were thrown on more than a hundred Green Turban Army.

"Ah!" "Don't!" …………

In a round of arrows, most of them were shot as hedgehogs. The whole body was filled with a rain of arrows, and he died with hatred.

But there are also sixteen people with a high level of cultivation base, who are exposed to green light, blocking a lot of arrow rain, and luckily survived.

Zhao Kunwu clutched his pierced left shoulder, with infinite resentment in his eyes: "Yan Chuan, you must die!"

"Rebel, death cannot wipe out the crimes!" Yan Chuan's nose is coldly snorted.

Zhao Kunwu's eyes were red, the scar on his face throbbed, and his eyes flashed with hostility, and he shouted: "Everyone, kill Yan Chuan with me!"

"Yes !" fifteen surviving generals shouted.

"bang!"

Fifteen people rushed towards Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan stands at the head of three thousand soldiers, and is also the closest to Zhao Kunwu and his party.

Seeing everyone rushing towards him desperately, Huo Guang complexion changed and said: "Arrow!"

"Guardian!" Liu Jin exclaimed.

"Peng!" A large rain of arrows once again shot at the fifteen people.

A dozen silver armours rushed to escort them.

"Lord, go back with the old slaves, Zhao Kunwu, they are crazy!" Liu Jin yelled.

Yan Chuan ignored him and quit? Can this group of pickles make themselves retired?

In a round of arrows, another five generals were shot dead on the spot.

But the cultivation base of this group of people is too high, and eleven rushed forward.

fight at close quarters, the approaching silver armor rushed up.

The long spear turns into a spear forest and is violently assassinated.

"Dang!" "Dang!"

The eleventh powerhouse is full of green light, waving a long knife in his hand, bringing out one after another green blade glow, blocking it firmly All silver armies.

There are three thousand silver armors, but not many rely on Yan Chuan. Even if it rushed from behind, it was still too slow.

Zhao Kunwu took three of them to break through and instantly arrived in front of Yan Chuan.

"Poison Dragon Drill!"

Huo Guang long spear flashed out a dazzling silver light, like a silver dragon, fiercely stabbing towards Zhao Kunwu.

"en? You actually have the Strength Realm 8th layer?" Zhao Kunwu complexion changed.

"Slay the dragon!"

The big knife in Zhao Kunwu's hand burst out with a dazzling green light, fiercely facing Huo Guang long spear.

"bang!"

The knives and guns collided with a loud noise, and the ground under their feet was trampled and cracked.

Huo Guang long spear broke suddenly, and Zhao Kunwu's big knife broke with a single shot.

"Step on, step on, step on...!"

Huo Guang took seven or eight steps backwards before suddenly stabilizing his figure.

"My lord!" a silver armored army next to him shouted anxiously.

"Huh!" Huo Guang snatched his long spear and rushed up again.

When Huo Guang was beaten back, Zhao Kunwu also took two steps back, a moment of suspicion in his eyes, but Zhao Kunwu also reacted very quickly, throwing away the broken sword, and pointing his bare hands towards Yan Chuan not far away. Rushed over.

Without Huo Guang blocking the road, Zhao Kunwu's speed is getting faster and faster.

"Stop!" Huo Guang throws a long spear in his hand and shoots directly towards Zhao Kunwu of Yan Chuan.

"Xiu!" Zhao Kunwu drew away quickly and glanced in surprise at Huo Guang who was about to catch up not far away.