Eternal gate

kill!

war!

Wuzhou City Wall, the shouts of killing shook the sky.

There is a huge disparity in military strength. The Wei army has already attacked the city wall and is fighting with the Tang army. ??

As the rebel princes and kings, the Wei army was indeed more powerful than the armies of King Yang and King Hanjiang. Or maybe King Wei promised to make a prince and prime minister before the war, so his soldiers were all beaten to death. With good deeds, the carp can leap over the dragon's gate.

Naturally, the officers and soldiers of the Tang Army were not cowards, and they were all fighting hard.

Elite versus elite, there are still no bells and whistles, they are all head-on.

Blood once again dyed the battlefield red, and corpses lay scattered all over the city wall.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Those who came to kill were not only rebel soldiers, but also many masters with extraordinary martial arts skills.

Yun Lan saw the three-eyed old devil and a group of old friends who had escaped from Longzhou City.

They all defected to the King of Wei. Three or two of them didn't matter, they were a large group.

"I'm afraid you won't come."

With the leader of the martial arts alliance here, there will be no shortage of strong men in the Tang Dynasty.

The Seven Sons of Yun Zhong were just one of them, and there were also many masters from the inner circle. Most of them had been the emperor's guards. Each of them had extraordinary skills, and there were a huge number of them.

pound!

puff!

When martial arts masters fight in groups, the commotion will naturally become louder.

The remaining power of the sword energy crisscrossed the area, causing countless soldiers to suffer.

"Hit, give me all the pressure."

King Wei's hissing did not stop.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a group of bird mounts, flapping their wings, heading towards the city wall.

On each mount stood a figure, wearing armor and holding a saber.

Dry!

The commander of the royal forest shouted loudly, controlled a goshawk, and went into battle himself.

Behind him, there was also a large number of birds, all carrying a royal guard.

Gua!

Birds versus birds, the two sides fought fiercely.

The war was brutal. Every second, goshawks shed blood, and their masters fell into the sky. If they were lucky enough to survive, they would still be alive.

They will get up and fight until death.

"The smell of blood is really wonderful."

The faint words echoed on the top of a mountain outside the city.

It was the soul of the wordless stele again. It wandered around somewhere and then turned back.

At this moment, he was like a loyal spectator, enjoying this bloody battle.

The Holy Mother of Yin Ling is also there, standing behind him like a maid, with a very distracted look in her eyes.

She was the last one of the Seven Heavenly Evils who once shocked the world, but her life was miserable.

God knows how much bullying she had endured during these days. Not only did she look sick, she was also sallow and thin. Her whole body, inside and out, was not even half as beautiful as before.

"Zhao Zilong."

The ghost of the wordless tablet lost most of his smile, and looked at the city wall with a ferocious expression.

Although the distance was far away, he could not stop his good eyesight. He could see Zhao Yun fighting the ghost-faced man through the beacon fire and smoke. If he hadn't been injured by that man's ice and fire, he would have probably finished.

"I'm very angry." The soul of the wordless stele looked fierce,

After hearing this, the Holy Mother Yinling moved her steps, knelt humbly in front of him, and untied his belt with trembling hands.

Well!

The soul of the wordless stele groaned, and his ferocious face took on a hint of comfort.

It was the Virgin Mary who was humiliated, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Even so, she still didn't stop.

She wants to live, even if she is like a dog.

One day, she will chop up this beast with her own hands.

boom!

There was a roar, and half of the city gate tower collapsed.

The gravel flew, and Zhao Yun stepped back, his body covered in blood.

On the other hand, the ghost-faced man is in a state of embarrassment, but he has not yet lost his glory.

This is all due to his body skills, which makes it difficult for Zhao Yun to capture his figure.

It’s also a shame that it’s Zhao Yun. If it were replaced,

As the Seven Sons in the Cloud, most of them have hated the city wall.

"The martial arts leader is joking." The ghost-faced man smiled faintly, one real body and two afterimages, like three ghosts from hell, floating around Zhao Yun, floating around, and a knife came up, which was hard to guard against.

Boom~!

Zhao Yunhuo stood firm with one step, using his energy to the fullest, and his energy and blood surged.

He changed his form, and the evil energy surging around him became colored with magic power.

The most conspicuous thing was his long hair, which was originally gray, but now turned as red as blood.

"Magic power."

The smiling ghost-faced man narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he was surprised, he was not shocked. He had already had a secret report about Zhao Zilong's practice of magic skills.

However, today was the first time he saw him, and it was when he saw it with his own eyes that he was frightened. After this boy became a demon, his skills were far more powerful than he expected, and his aura was truly domineering.

"This son can never be kept."

The ghost-faced man's eyes flashed coldly, and he raised his sword to attack.

Zhao Yun did not give up. Not only did he not give up, he also combined his skill and magic power into one at this moment, stirring up a terrifying energy that crushed the already dilapidated city gate and tower to the point of collapse.

Well!

The ghost-faced man also had a hard head, hit the board, and was knocked over by a blow.

While flying upside down, the two afterimages of his phantom clone disappeared into nothingness.

As for the real body, he must have been shocked so hard that he couldn't breathe smoothly and coughed up blood on the spot.

"Nice job." The second son of Yunzhong applauded.

He thought he couldn't break the ghost-faced man's movement technique because it was too mysterious.

Zhao Zilong is very powerful. Although he doesn't know how to do it, his inner strength is domineering!

In the face of absolute power, every movement and sword move is just a decoration.

"What else can I rely on?"

Zhao Yun flew towards him, the demonic evil spirit rolling like a raging river.

His momentum was too strong, so strong that the ghost-faced man wanted to escape for a moment.

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I saw him waving his arms, and a strong wind came out of his sleeves, accompanied by a harsh clang.

After taking a closer look, I realized that they were three flying needles, which were very thin and difficult to catch with the naked eye.

If you can’t catch it, catch it.

Zhao Yun used his kung fu again, and terrible energy surrounded him.

When the flying needle stabbed him, he was forcibly stopped and hung in mid-air.

"Give it back to you."

As soon as Zhao Yun drank, his energy exploded.

Okay! The poisonous needle that stabbed him turned around and flew towards the ghost-faced man.

That guy didn't have eyesight either. To be precise, he had no time to block and dodge, so he was hit by the poisonous needle.

"Good boy."

The ghost-faced man sneered and flew back.

Backing away, he ran away. The thought of escaping just now was put into action at this moment.

He was injured and poisoned. He had to find a place to cool down for a while.

Zhao Yun did not pursue him, but stepped on the eaves and attacked the three-eyed old devil who was fighting fiercely with Yun Lan.

Seeing him, the old devil suddenly trembled in urine. Damn it, where is the ghost-faced man? Destroyed?

"Good journey."

Zhao Yun doesn't talk nonsense, he comes like the wind, and his shot is a sure kill.

The old devil was also miserable. He was stunned and his throat was sealed with a sword.

"Take it easy and save some strength." Yun Lan whispered.

The so-called leaving some strength refers to the fact that Zhao Yun's skill will be weak after the war.

There was no guarantee that this kid would fall first before the war came to an end.

"I know it well."

Zhao Yun said, then raised his sword and ran towards him.

On one side of the city wall, Li Zhaoyang was fighting hard, facing an old man in black robe.

That guy must be malnourished, or he may have indulged in sexual activities all year round, and may even be in disfigurement.

However, people should not be judged by their appearance.

Even though he was as skinny as a stick, his skills were impressive, at least not comparable to Li Chaoyang's.

The strong will have its own strong hand. When Zhao Yun comes to kill him, the old boy will not be enough.