Chapter 0246 Pretling Ghost Fairy

The seven killing gods looked at each other, and a trace of bitterness appeared at the corners of their mouths. In fact, the martial arts masters are most afraid to face the army, especially the army that is not afraid of death. They are not gods and ghosts. They are so human beings that there is always a time when they fail, and they will die in this situation where they can't retreat. Originally, in order to try the hope of one in ten thousand, hoping to deter the enemy with terrible killing, now it seems hopeless.

It was an effort to kill with no effort, but now all seven people have felt weak. In the face of the enemy who committed suicide crazily, they can't predict how long they can last. I only hope that the general has gone far away by this time. I'm not worried about the more than a dozen people and seven people who have been released. One flower in Shenlong Mountain is second only to Tong's grandma.

Then, let's die in battle. I was obsessed with martial arts in the first half of my life, but I ignited ambition in the second half of my life. Although it is a pity that the time is too short, I have seen many strange and pleasures that I couldn't imagine before, and I have no regrets in this life.

Another long roar in unison, the seven people suddenly smiled, looked at each other again, and rushed into the oncoming rage.

Kill! A lifetime of magical power!

Death! How dare the barbarians be rampant!

It's really like a lion rushing into the wolf group, with snowflakes accompanied by blood flowers, and one figure after another dragging the wailing and nostalgia of life and rolling down. Seven male lions pass by, and there is no enemy.

No reservation, no fear of life and death, no mercy, no selfless life.

In the scream and howling, it seemed that the genius had been shaken, and the cold wind suddenly increased, and the sharp roar crossed the mountain and rushed across the mouth of the valley, bringing out a tight whistle.

I don't know how long it took, the screams of fighting stopped abruptly, and the cold wind swept through the rolled snowflakes, showing seven figures, seven of which seemed to never fall down.

gasped and gasped violently. Three of the seven people half knelt in the red snow. The fur on their bodies had been thrown away, and their tight clothes were also fragmented. Although the wolves could not face the lion, the desperate blow finally worked, adding a lot of wounds to the seven people. However, although the wound was stained red, it was not serious. The most serious thing was their physical strength. In the cold wind roaring, the seven people were all sweating profusely, and the sweat even soaked through their backs and armpits. The violent breathing has restored the body's original desire for air, and the usual skillful breathing-like internal force adjustment has become a luxury at this time.

The Tatrons in Gukou are gathering again and will soon launch the next charge. Although they lost a small 200 people and lost half of their troops, everyone can see that these seven killing gods are the end of the crossbow. There is no such thing as benevolence and justice in war. All that is needed is to gather enough strength again and kill the other party. Even if you can kill such a master as Dahua, it will never be a failure.

The leader of thetars obviously understood this. Seeing that enough troops had been gathered, he suddenly took off his iron hat and gave a Mongolian salute to the seven people who were breathing desperately not far away in front of him. This was the tribute of the Mongolian soldiers to their opponents. Generally, it was only used in the open and aboveboard duel between the grassland tribes, but this time It is used on immortal alien enemies.

The leader of the carrot put on the leather hat. Under the loud order, the carrot cavalry quickly formed a neat and dense formation. This is the way for the cavalry to attack the waiting enemy position. The impact of the condensed cavalry will be a terrible improvement in this way. Without that kind of crazy shout, it is also a breath that will never die. Potential.

The horse team started slowly and accelerated rapidly, which was once seen in Haishan Pass. In this era, this is the most oppressive and terrible combat power on the battlefield, and it is almost unfavorable.

The seven people slowly stood up and straightened their chests. The hands holding the blade in their hands trembled uncontrollably because of strength, but suddenly there was a calmness in their hearts, and a sense of relaxation surged all over their bodies.

So, come on.

The horse team slowly buffered and accelerated. Opposite, behind the figures of seven people, there was a eagle-like scream in the wind and snow all over the sky, "hiss~". With a figure shot like a beautiful arrow, the Tatar soldiers seemed to really hear the roar of arrows through the air.

Then, the Tatsar saw an incredible scene. A slightly delicate figure, a human figure, actually flew straight from mid-air like an eagle falcon. God, it's really flying. Is this really a fairy down to earth? Looking at this situation, I'm afraid most of them are Chinese and Han immortals.

For a while, the Troopers suddenly appeared in chaos. The front vanguard slowly got off the mount, and the rear did not have time to control the speed. Once the dense cavalry impact formation was chaotic, the consequences were also quite serious. In addition, the carat leader was stunned when he looked at the figure in the air and did not command in time, and the horse team finally fell into irreversible chaos.

The front and rear horses tried their best to avoid the impact that could endanger their lives, and the distance controlled by skilled riding was also out of control, and the horse's hoofs fought, causing greater chaos.

Just when the Tah was in chaos, the flying figure had crossed the sky of seven people and landed slowly but quickly between the horse team and the seven Dahua masters. At this time, the people from the air had appeared, which was a flower that came back.

When a flower was still high from the ground, their hands suddenly left and right, like scattered flowers. Countless small silver lights like cow hair rushed into the crowd. In this wind and snow, such a small embroidered needle could not be detected at all, just like a handful of water splashed into the pond and disappeared in an instant.

Just as he was about to land, a little on the right toe of a flower, and a round wooden cavalry shield unique to the Taranian soldier quietly hit the snow under the cover of his flying clothes and disappeared.

Suddenly, the chaotic front team of the Talies calmed down strangely. More than 20 Talies suddenly stopped all their movements and paused for a while. The mounts under them became restless. This time, the front cavalry of more than 20 Talies fell straight under the horse and still maintained their original movements, even if Being trampled on by his own mount, he did not make a sound.

At this time, the remaining Tatar soldiers shivered together, strangled the reins, and the scene quickly quieted down. They didn't see the blood and didn't hear the screams. They just raised their hands, and more than 20 people became like this. Looking at the situation, they were dead.

A flower slowly fell to the ground and stepped on the invisible edge of the round shield that hit the ground. In this way, it seemed that the whole body had no weight and did not sink at all on the snowy ground. Not only that, a trace of light passed through the back and through the sole of the soles. It's like standing through the thin air. Moreover, although dressed in men's clothing, a cold and contemptuous skin, a pair of orchid hands crossed their chests, but there is no man's look. Coupled with this incredible *, suddenly, a strange and enchanting atmosphere arises, and even the cold wind and snow as usual seems to be more cold. Get cold.

The Taran soldiers saw this scene and shivered again. Some mounts have walked back involuntarily, because there was no order of the leader, and the military order was providing them with the only power.

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horses' hoofs behind the cavalry. The soldiers looked back and found that the leader and several men had rushed out of the valley and ran away.

Wow! It was like a drop of water dripping from the oil pan. The Tatari soldiers shouted, turned their horses' heads one after another, and a swarm of bees rushed to the mouth of the valley. However, the originally crowded valley mouth was empty, and a single horse that lost its owner hissed and rushed out of the valley mouth after the brigade.

The messy hooves stretched into the valley, and the white snow suddenly turned red, and then there were the remnants of the bodies that were still slowly flowing blood everywhere. On the blood-red snow, the seven masters looked at the back of a flower in front of them, but said "thank you" with difficulty, and all sat on the ground with a flutter, allowing the ground that squeezed out blood to dye their blood-red clothes redder.

A flower loosened its shoulders, breathed a sigh of relief, put down the shield, and immediately fell into the snow and lost the soles of the feet. It is said that there is no trace of snow, but even a flower can't do it. I'm afraid it's the demigod that can do. If it weren't for the shield, how could he come through the sky? The effect of the void was also good in the end, but this was the idea of the cunning boy hiding on the mountain.

"Wow~~", saying that Cao Cao and Cao arrived, Zhuo Fan showed his head from behind the hill and danced straight down proudly. At this time, he showed his youthful nature and celebrated his wonderful plan. Suddenly, he was extremely happy and sad. It was snowy when he went down the mountain. His footsteps slipped and turned his head down. He rushed down the mountain to the crowd before he stopped. He almost kissed a dead man.

Wow, he jumped up. The seven masters had already lost their strength and naturally could not come to the rescue, so they could only start adjusting their breath with a secret smile. Zhuo Bofan rolled his eyes at the flower that covered his mouth and smiled softly, and soon regained the mental state of the winning general. In the valley, there are still more than a dozen corpses of tuss lying, and the dozen prairie horses will make the future journey much more enjoyable.

With the horse, Zhuo extraordinary and his party naturally no longer worry about the itinerary, and the small bells in the dark compartment of the awning boat that have been suffocated for many days are difficult to overcome. The body of the boss has been disposed of, but the blood stains in the ship are still there. The blood stains on his face have dried, which is very uncomfortable, and the blood and smell are unbearable. Suddenly, two lines of tears rolled down silently. At this time, the little bell in his heart was so much that he missed restricting his freedom to control his brother.

Yan 18 and Mu Liangzi, who were shocked by the sound of the reed outside the ship, were alert for a long time, but they did not hear any other movements. They carefully stretched out their heads and did not see half a figure. After a while, they were finally relieved.

It's already evening, and they can't sail at night, because they have to light the lights. After tying the boat on the shore, Yan 18 and Mu Liangzi left the cabin and prepared to cook some food in the bow stove. As soon as they hit the fire, a figure suddenly appeared on the side of the boat, with no life at all, facing the two people who got up.