Chapter 728 The First Battle of the Yangtze River 2

The Yanhuang warriors around them all had red eyes and were in a state of madness. As soon as they heard someone shouting, their heads were hot. The team of seven or eight hundred people actually forced away the three Miao people around them and rushed with them. Yu Ziyu was angry and funny. He said that this boy was really tricky and found so much cannon fodder to cover himself.

However, Di Yao watched the battle on Tucheng in Jiangbei. The witches put the battle situation on a big screen with the skill of peeping thousands of miles, and put it in front of Di Yao. He did not dare to kill these Yanhuang warriors immediately, so he had to follow Si Wenming.

"The Holy Goat is really smart!" Di Yao looked at it from afar and couldn't help sighing, "It's rare for a general to serve his life, but he didn't hesitate to sacrifice to accompany him."

Everyone thought that it was Qi Ziyu who called on the Yanhuang soldiers to accompany them to the stone-throwing position of the Sanmiao people, and they began to praise them one after another.

At this time, Shi Wenming and others had rushed to the bottom of the slow slope, and the Sanmiao soldiers behind them did not pursue, so that the group of lonely soldiers were exposed to the main array. Without their own control, the arrows around them shot over. At this time, the feng shui took turns, and the water soldiers of the Gaoyang tribe were killed and injured heavily, and the soil soldiers of the Gaoxin tribe were super defensive. Although the soft soil armor on these ordinary soldiers could not resist the golden edge of the Sanmiao people, at least it was not so miserable.

Mi Ziyu had a good time. He carried his hands behind the brigade, like walking leisurely, and his mental strength was tightly locked on his life. Before the sharp arrows around him could be shot, he was shaken away by his spiritual strength.

There was a scream in his ear. Si Wenming gritted his teeth and rushed to kill. He acted very fast, like a virtual shadow. A large number of bows and arrows fell one after another. Even if he was shot, he was covered with blue ripples, sticky to the extreme, and the arrows were shot and slid, and then brushed his body. Seeing that the bow and arrow could not stop the man, two figures jumped out of the main array opposite, and the body in mid-air turned into a sharp spear.

Li Wenming raised his sword and waved it. With a loud noise, he only felt a huge force rushing, and his body staggered and almost fell down. The figure suddenly appeared, and the magic stick in his hand was dark, but it was a scene!

And the man behind him was stronger, and the sharpness of the spear almost penetrated into the bone. Li Wenming hurriedly condensed a drop of water and sent it over. This is the first time that he has condensed a drop of water into a mountain, and he doesn't know how to use it. His strength is much worse than that of the summer carp. The tip of the man's spear was dripping into a mountain, with a loud bang. The tip of the spear turned bent, and the water droplets turned into water mist and disappeared.

"Oh, I actually broke the dripping water into a mountain?" The man appeared in shape and was puzzled. But it's the golden sky.

"So it's you!" Jing Hao saw the appearance of Xi Wenming and couldn't help but be angry, "Good bird egg, it turns out that you are a spy!"

Ni Wenming smiled bitterly: "Jingjun is good. It's Ni Wenming."

"Six Wenming?" Jing was stunned, and there was a chill in his heart. Suddenly, there was another ecstasy. He turned his head and shouted, "Here's my life!" Catch him!"

The calm army array like a rock in the distance became turbulent. The three words "Sixing" in Sanmiao were really like thunder, and everyone knew it. Over the years, the Sanmiao people have suffered enough of him, hate him, and are extremely afraid of him. Hearing that Shi Wenming was trapped on the bank of the river, the three Miao people were all crazy. A quiet girl said in a faint voice, "Catch him alive."

At that time, more than a dozen figures jumped up and came. Looking at the power, they were all masters.

The ziyu in the distance heard it clearly. He didn't expect that Sanmiao people attached so much importance to Xi Wenming, and he was stunned for a moment. Then he came over and was furious: "This boy would rather fight with so many Sanmiao masters than face me!"

With one hand, an invisible force surged out. The Yanhuang soldiers who were rushing fell to both sides one after another, and a straight passage appeared in front of him. The long sleeves of the dragonfly fluttered, strode in the battle of thousands of troops. This kind of power is really not the second person in the world. Even when Di Yao, Zizoku and others far away in Tucheng looked at it, they couldn't help admiring it.

At this time, Jin Potian and other masters have noticed this young man in white. Jin Potian and he are old acquaintances. They have long held a grudge against him for being plotted by Shaoqiu after the robbery, and immediately became angry: "Zi Ziyu, it's a good time. I'm going to capture you and give it to His Majesty Miao!"

Mi Ziyu smiled and said, "Miao Emperor? Is it Shaoqiu? He's not dead yet?"

The surrounding Sanmiao masters were furious, and immediately four or five people rushed over with Jin Potian. As soon as these people left, the pressure of Shi Wenming was light, and they immediately turned into mist and rushed to the main array of Sanmiao. Jing Hao and others were furious and stopped him from fighting.

Mi Ziyu looked at the Sanmiao master who rushed around and smiled. The knife in his hand suddenly came out and waved his hand silently. In silence, a void that was darker than the dark night and deeper than the universe turned into a Sanmiao master suddenly disappeared, and his whole body was swallowed in.

"Wu Dao?" There was a strange cry from the sky. The three masters around him were stunned.

Mi Ziyu held Wu's knife and walked proudly. Jin Potian's face was solemn and shouted, "Others go and capture Shi Wen's life!" Dou Lujun, Li Loujun, Jin Poyue, Jin Poyu, you and I surround this man and attack from a long distance with a magic blade.

These four are the top masters of the Sanmiao Kingdom. The Jin brothers are the Jin Potian clan and the two warriors of the Jinyu clan; and Doulu and Li Loujun are even more powerful masters. The four people were more than ten feet away from Mi Ziyu. They surrounded him in the middle and shot out countless blades. The sword, the sword, the hammer, the shield, needle, the whip and the arrow. For a moment, the silver gold element was across the world, and the shadow of Wu Dao was strangled in one place.

At this time, Si Wenming had rushed to the gentle slope. Jing Hao and others surrounded him like a horse lantern and beat him to death. In the middle of the dark army, he caught a glimpse of the dark army. On a high platform, the sand was dressed as white as snow, and his beautiful face stared at him blankly.

He felt hot in his heart. He held the magic stick and whispered, "Jingjun, I have something important to see the saint!"

"Shut up!" Jing Yao pulled the stick and turned around, and the magic stick swept over. Shi Wenming gritted his teeth, and the bronze sword was attached to his chest. There was a loud noise. The magic stick hit the sword with great strength, and the palm-thick sword body was completely bent in. The huge power came over, and Ni Wenming snorted, and his body flew out from afar. A mouthful of blood spewed out in mid-air and fell to the ground.

Before he could stand up, Jing Hao's magic stick had been against his forehead, and at least three swords and two spears were aimed at the key points on his body.

I smiled bitterly and stopped talking. Jing Yao shook the magic stick and hit his kidney. Li Wenming exhaled gently and no longer struggled. Then the magic stick turned into a black snake, which made him strong.

"Roar--" When the Sanmiao warrior saw that he had captured Shi Wen's life, he shouted happily and his morale was high.

Although all the opponents in front of him are hard hands, the spiritual power of Mi Ziyu is still firmly locked on Shi Wenming. As soon as he realized that the target was captured, he panicked for no reason and roared. Wu Dao was horizontal, and the violent power split the earth into a deep gully, and the four masters dodged in panic.

Zi Ziyu held Wu Dao in his hand, turned into a fireball, and chased after Jing Hao, who was running with his life. Yusha stood on the high platform and suddenly said coldly, "Fight arrows!"

Buzz - like the sound of countless birds flapping their wings, more than a thousand arrowheads shot at the big fireball. The dense arrowheads covered the sky and the fireball. The front end of the fireball suddenly spit out a black light, and countless arrowheads disappeared, but the fireball had to turn to avoid it.

"shoot--"

With a buzz, the arrows shot again. Even with the arrogance of Goziyu and the strength of Wu Dao, he did not dare to resist so many golden sharpness - these arrowheads have nothing to do with Wu Dao, but there is great lethality to his body. With such a dense arrowhead, you can't completely devour it with Wu Dao. Once three or two shots hit you, you can't stand it.

The big fireball flew strangely in mid-air. Wherever he flew, the arrowhead followed. Yu Ziyu was so angry that he watched Xi Wenming be dragged into the array of the Sanmiao people by Jinghao, and the idea of grabbing Lingshui was in vain.

He roared and drove Wu Dao past the stone-throwing machine position of the Sanmiao people. The void was torn, and all the stone-throwing machines turned into two pieces and rumbled down...

Boom——