Flower Stealing Master

"Those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will die." Temujin has calmed down after a brief shock. In these years, he has not seen any situation in the Southern and Northern Wars. In front of so many underlings, he could not have the slightest. Lu Ji, "Since Wushuang City chose to surrender, I would naturally treat them kindly. If they chose to stubbornly resist, then I don't blame me for being ruthless. Watermark advertising test watermark advertising test"

"But you killed Dugu after all." Dugu looked at him indifferently, seeking defeat.

Temujin laughed, his voice full of jealousy and heroism: "What about it, his stubbornness is his way to death."

Dugu asked for defeat and said: "In my opinion, this is also your way of taking death."

Temujin sneered and said: "Now in my barracks, who kills who is not necessarily!" He waved his hand, and the Mongolian sergeants who had not reacted before were already ready, and they opened their bows and arrows in an instant. A terrifying rain of arrows shot all over the sky.

Duguqiu was still unmoved, the shadow of the huge sword blocked in front of him, and any arrows that were three feet close to him were either bounced away or turned into dust.

Song Qingshu secretly admired it, but he knew very well that any master who wanted to face the military arrows in this way had the problem of endurance.

After all, it is quite a matter of internal energy to block so many arrows. In the long run, the internal force recovery speed will not keep up with the consumption speed, and it will definitely be consumed by the army.

But the army is not a machine, but a human being. It can't shoot arrows all the time. As long as there is a slight slack in the middle, the master has a chance to get out.

Sure enough, after the three rounds of arrow rain, the power and quantity of the fired behind were much sparse. I saw that Dugu Qiu was defeated. He stepped forward and appeared near the archer, with the giant sword in his hand. Swing, the group of archers suddenly collapsed on their backs.

At this moment, another Mongolian army moved, and all of them were armed with muskets, and they all fired at the figure. The barrels of them spewed countless flames.

"Huh?" Obviously he hadn't seen this new weapon before, but the instinct of the master made him give up hard resistance. Instead, his figure flashed and hid away.

There was a loud bang at this time.

Song Qingshu swallowed, and even took out the cannons. These are the Guldan troops who surrendered before. The Mongols are indeed very efficient. They have been incorporated into their own in such a short time.

Maybe ordinary people can't see the trajectory of the cannonball, but this obviously does not include Dugu's defeat. He waved his sleeve, directly took the cannonball with a gentle force and threw it back.

boom!

The Mongolian artillery camp was suddenly blown to **** flesh. The camels were frightened and fled in panic. The camp was in chaos.

Temujin knew he couldn't go on like this anymore, he just watched coldly, and he felt a little emboldened in his heart, so he took action.

The sea of ​​blood is overwhelming with countless bones, and he was wrapped in it while Dugu was begging for defeat to deal with the cannonballs. The sea of ​​blood wrapped around him like a giant python and kept tightening. The bones and skulls inside were like evil spirits from hell, one after another. Open his mouth and bit him.

Everyone in the Mongolian military camp burst into cheers, but just halfway through the cheers, suddenly I saw a huge sword phantom swelling out of the sea of ​​blood suddenly and rushing out, and then countless sword energy spread out, and the bones of the sea of ​​blood were washed away. At the end of the day, countless tents were set up nearby, and the Mongolian soldiers who shunned them even burst into masses of blood mist.

Temujin spit out blood. Because of his previous battle with Song Qingshu and the shamanist secret path he was injured by the Tongtian witch explosives, his current strength has not been fully recovered, and now he has been smashed into a sea of ​​bones and blood by the opponent. The injury is naturally serious.

Dugu asked for defeat and said coldly: "Unexpectedly, there are still people who are practicing Heavenly Devil Art and want to become a sea of ​​blood on this scale. I don't know how many creatures have been killed. Today I will walk the way for the sky."

After speaking, he walked over to Temujin step by step. Although he looked slow, the distance of tens of meters was fleeting. Mongolia was shocked. Numerous sweaty guards rushed up, and at the same time, they rushed past. There are many masters of Mongolian nursery headed by Basba, and Brother Ali Bu also asked the masters of Wangfuzhong to help.

But no one is the enemy of Dugu's quest for defeat, and they vomited blood and retreated, so Pasiba supported it for a long time. The Lotus Treasure Seal protects the body and fights back with the palm of the gods, which creates a lot of trouble for the other party.

Although Dugu Qiuqiu was strong, it was not so easy to move forward for a time under the resistance of countless masters.

Song Qingshu rushed over with makeup, but his eyes were on Tie Muzhen. He picked up the Su Lu ingot, but he could see why his aura was much lower than usual.

"Would you like to give him a chance at this time?" Song Qingshu was a little moved. Such an opportunity is a rare opportunity in a lifetime.

Damn, **** him!

His eyes scowled, and when he was about to make a move, a crisp voice suddenly sounded in the air: "Xiao Diao'er, you are making a fool of yourself again."

Song Qingshu was shocked, and looked at the green figure on the flagpole not far away in disbelief:

"How could it be her?"

The green dress was fluttering, and the figure became more petite and slender. The green bamboo stick in his hand was particularly eye-catching. It was the mysterious sheep-raising girl A Qing who had met at the Golden Snake Conference.

Dugu Qiu defeated the surrounding masters with a sword, and saw A Qing, Gu Jing Bubo's face was a little black: "Nine Heavens Profound Girl, I've said it so many times, I'm not allowed to call me by this name."

"Nine Sky Profound Girl?" Song Qingshu was taken aback. He had indeed seen such a legend in his previous life, but what A Qing was really a Nine Sky Profound Girl still shocked him extremely.

"But your name is not as good as Xiao Diao's." A Qing suddenly looked around, "Hey, where is the silly eagle next to you?"

"Back then, you plucked its hair from time to time, and it naturally ran away." When Dugu Qiufei talked about this past, there was always a sense of gritted teeth.

"That's really a pity, its hair should have recovered almost after counting the time." A Qing said regretfully.

Dugu begged to defeat a black thread, too lazy to pay attention to this heartless mad woman, and slashed towards Temujin with a sword. He did not forget the purpose of his trip.

Temujin held the Sulu ingot in his hand, surrounded by a sea of ​​blood and bones, looking at the phantom of the huge sword that was shot from the enemy.

At this moment, a blue sword aura waved, and the phantom shadow of the giant sword aside.

Dugu begged for defeat and furious: "Nine Heavens Profound Girl, you have to fight against me."

At this time, the innocent and innocent A Qing's eyes suddenly became indifferent and majestic: "Dugu seeks defeat, you should have broken into the void long ago and should not interfere in world affairs."

Song Qingshu looked at the green-clothed woman on the flagpole with amazement. Is this still the innocent and innocent sheep-raising girl in his impression of a big brother shouting at herself?

At this time, she was holy and majestic, high above, as if all the creatures in the world were just ants in her eyes.

Dugu's brows frowned: "Kill this guy and I will leave!"

A Qing shook his head: "He has a strong body, he should be the emperor of this world, you can't kill him."