God-Level Choice

He blushed, grabbed Chu Feng by the collar, and roared, "You're a chatterbox!"

"I'm sorry." Realizing his gaffe, Zhang scratched his head with an embarrassing expression on his face. "I'll go to work first, you take care of yourself!" Rolling her eyes, Lie Linglong didn't want to stay any longer, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You need to find a few gods!" He sighed, and went back to the house to continue practicing.

At the same time, in the Jihad Grassland and Beizhou, the border, the situation of the Holy Land Army is dangerous.

"We don't attack jihad, they dare to take the initiative!" After hearing the spy's report, Zhang Bilie's face darkened instantly.

"Even if the jihad ancestor is really out, I don't believe he can defeat the army of ten thousand!" Portos' reinforcements have not yet arrived at 25:00, and Zhang Bilie doesn't believe in this kind of evil.

Wearing armor and stepping on his horse, Zhang Bilie showed unprecedented steel and blood, and led the army to meet the army of the holy war sanctuary.

When the two armies faced each other from a distance, Zhang Bilie sneered and said, "Little jihad, don't surrender. If you want to find fault with the egg, you are asking for death!"

"We are really a little jihadist!" The old voice sounded in Zhang Billie's ears, and a jihad emperor slowly walked out of the army of the jihad sanctuary with the support of a silver-haired girl. The Emperor Jihad lost weight and was about to die. The candle was still in the wind, as if he would not be able to support his own death in the next second. The eyes of countless people who saw the Jihad Emperor's Sanctuary Army were full of contempt, only Zhang Bilie was dignified.

"But even though we are small in Jihad, we have our own insistence, we are flesh and blood, and we will all share your sanctuary!

The hunched body stood straight, and the pressure of the Emperor Jihad at this moment was even greater than that of the sky. Personally vetoed Zhang Biliewan's army.

transfer order,

"Jihad Patriarch!"

Zhang Bilie felt his shoulders were as heavy as a mountain, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "You old bastard!"

"I'm dying." Lips twitched, only Patriarch, Jihad, and Yinyue next to him heard it.

Originally, the jihad sanctuary would never take the initiative to attack, because the jihad and the ancestor's life came to an end. In desperation, the jihad sanctuary could only attack. Otherwise, when the ancestor passed away, there would really be no hope.

"I can inspire the secret art for half an hour now. If the holy war is not won in half an hour, you will leave the holy war with a dragon!"

"Your dragon king has a gentle temper, and only you are my hope to revive the jihad!

The arm stopped shaking. At this time, the shriveled and wrinkled skin of the Jihad Patriarch was unbelievably filled, and the whole person changed from a Jihad Emperor who was about to die.

"Quick retreat!" Seeing this 753 scene, Zhang Bilie's eyes suddenly narrowed and he let out a hysterical roar.

When I met Patriarch, Jihad, and Zhang Bilie for the first time, I could feel the strength of each other and the passing of life. At this time, the ancestor "Xin Zhan" gave Zhang Bilie only an unshakable fear.

"Aww~"

The howling of the dragon is deafening, with sharp knives and daggers, reflecting the cold light in the sun. The jihad army rushed towards the sanctuary army regardless of death.

However, due to Zhang Bilie's previous retreat order, the Sanctuary Army did not immediately organize a defense, and the dragon faced the Jihad Army in a panic, and immediately fell into a disadvantage. .