Sky Prison: Sign To The Prison Suppression Demons At The Beginning Of The Game

"Puliao, can you dare to fight the old man?!"

Outside the city, Zhongyihou led more than a thousand people to chase lightly, and shouted at the Pu Wang who was not far away.

When King Pu saw this, his heart was ashamed for a moment. He had known so long ago. He even made a fart counterpoint six years ago!

"Little devil of the Death Wind clan, this king doesn't want to be an enemy of your clan, so quickly get out of here!"

King Pu's eyes were scarlet, the violent aura all over his body began to condense, and the Practitioner aura that belonged exclusively to the Realm of the Flame Soul appeared.

He has already fought against Lord Zhongyi. Regardless of the latter's advanced age, but the courage of the battlefield is not as good as that of the past, even the prosperous King Pu in the spring and autumn can not make a small deal of money against this loyal old man.

Although King Pu had been away from the battlefield for a long time, he was after all the man who followed the Emperor of Dali and defeated half of the country. He deeply understood the principle that soldiers are expensive and fast.

Last night, the Xiegu generation between Qilian City and Ping'an City. After he conquered Qilian City, he personally took nearly 100,000 pioneers to attack the Ping'an City of Kyoto. After several rounds of crossbows were fired, his men and horses fell apart, and nearly 100,000 pioneers fell apart.

At this time, Zhongyihou, who had been killed by him before, abandoned the city and fled, suddenly came from behind with thousands of elites. After a fight, King Pu decided to stop and fight another day.

But I don't want Li Ang's more than 100,000 Nanhuai army, and I don't know when he touched the flank of the Northwest Army, which directly caused the 200,000 horses of his army to be frightened and surrendered before they even started fighting.

King Pu regretted the beginning, but had nothing to do. He fought for the whole night. There were only a few hundred guard cavalry left beside him. His combat strength and physical strength were also gone. In despair, he thought of going straight to Kyoto. Safe City.

In the eyes of King Pu, among the Dali royal masters in the Ping'an City of Kyoto, there are eighteen dragons from the Dragon Realm, and there is no time for him to take care of them. He is the Practitioner of the great Flame Soul Realm, could it be that he still can’t win such an empty city. Kyoto?

Ideals are violent, reality is skinny, and Wang Pu now suddenly understands a truth deeply.

Why more than 30 years ago, after the controversy over the conquest, he fought for the Dali emperor, and put down half of the rebellion in Dali after he stepped forward, but it was the Dali emperor who sat in the country in the end.

Because I have no brains!

King Pu no longer wanted to waste his energy and fight in vain with veterans like Zhongyihou. Now he only wants to enter Kyoto and control the people in the city, so as to seek a ray of life and return to the northwest.

"King Pu, you look like this is a big five and three thick, how can you only know the benefits of your tongue, come, let you guy taste the power of the gentian gun in my hand!"

The young white-robed general couldn't help but said, with a wave of the silver spear in his hand, he brazenly rushed to the past.

"The Flame Soul Realm Fourth Stage, the Flame Warrior Realm?"

Li Xinglan in the distance suddenly felt the Realm breath emanating from the white robe youth, his face also changed abruptly.

The other party's age was much younger than him, and he had touched this kid over twenty years old at most.

Twenty-year-old Yanshi Realm, what is this concept?

Although Li Xinglan is also the Fifth Stage Practitioner of Yanshun Da Realm in his twenties, can that be a concept?

To say that Li Xinglan is ashamed of himself, he is a comparison.

"The first bloodline in the north of the sky, the blood of the ancient gods, has a well-deserved reputation!"

The Fengyin family belonged to the Feng clan in the northwest of Dali. Li Xinglan couldn't be more clear about this. The royal classics recorded detailed information about Fengyin's team, so Li Xinglan was not unfamiliar to them.

Li Xinglan couldn't help but sigh, only saw the silver light of the long spear in the hands of the young white-robed young man outside the city, and the cold glow turned into a burning breath. The spear traveled on the dragon, and it was directly pressing the sixth stage of the flame soul of Pu Wang, the sixth stage of the flame king. The pinnacle of Practitioner, rushed to deal with nothing to fight back.

"The son of King Jing, your grandfather's appearance is not as courageous as your grandfather back then, and he deserves to be the leader of Fengyin of the generation of the dead wind family, and his reputation is well-deserved!"

Loyal Lord Houye stroked his beard with one hand and held a several-meter-long war knife in the other. He watched the battle from the sidelines and exclaimed with sincere emotion.

King Pu is in danger one after another. The fighting power of this Xiaofeng clan's imp is too terrifying. Not to mention that he is already powerless to fight anymore, even at the peak period, I am afraid that he is not his opponent.

He persuaded.

"Withdraw, break out of the encirclement, and escort this king back to the northwestern fief!"

After King Pu separated from Jingze Weapon once again, he immediately yelled at the hundreds of guards around him.

Hundreds of guards heard the words and saw death in their eyes, and dared not to fear death, and went to cover up the group of Zhongyihou who was holding Jingze's formation not far behind them.

"It's a good come, this Hou will behead you, the chaos and thief, for your majesty today!"

Zhongyihou was full of fighting spirit, and the horses under him quickly rushed towards the oncoming King Pu and the others, dragging a knife to gain momentum.

"Old stuff, this king has endured you for a long time!"

King Pu was furious. To him tonight is really a shame and shame in his life!

Last night, because he was sniped and killed by the Phoenix Guard in Xiegu, he was defeated like a mountain. He was chased and killed by a hundreds-year-old Cangyan veteran all night.

That's fine, but this morning, he was beaten up by a kid from the Death Feng clan in the crowds in full view.

The fame of the first generation was destroyed once, and only when King Pu was not angry would there be a ghost.

Keng!

The two war knives were ready to collide, and dazzling sparks burst into the air. The cavalry screamed and flew upside down in the scorching scorching waves.

"Come again!"

A fight against each other, evenly divided, King Pu suddenly looked around, only to find that this round of rushing down, there were only dozens of people left beside him.

Zhongyihou's men and horses still stood in place and did not move. He cast his eyes on the golden feathers of arrow feathers inserted in the bodies of his own guards, and his heart was ashamed for an instant.

When I looked up again, I discovered that above the tower, a group of figures in different clothes were neatly putting away the tungsten steel profound bow in their hands, bending over to draw out the dagger out of the leggings, staring murderously. he.

Wind hidden!

In this northwestern land, the mysterious existence that killed countless clans in the northwest and had to bow down to Dali, few people know their horror better than Puliao, a native of the northwest.

"Li Erdan, it's worth noting you and my brothers, but they actually invited Fengyin, who is dormant in the northwest, today, even if I die today, Pu Liao is convinced of you."

"It deserves to be the person that daddy valued back then. Even death made daddy die so decent, hahahaha!"

Seeing that his vitality was slim, Wang Pu suddenly burst into laughter. In the end, his eyes were cracked, and he muttered to himself like crazy.

"But you guys, do you really think that the king is willing to oppose it?"

"Some things are not as simple as you see!"

The nearest Zhongyi Hou heard the words, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he categorically scolded.

"Pu Liao, stop talking nonsense, Benhou sees you guarding the northwest for many years. Give you a chance. You can judge yourself."

King Pu laughed, tears flickering in the tiger's eyes, but he roared proudly.

"After all, this king was once a famous general. Old Houye is also a soldier and horseman, so he should understand this."

"There are countless people who died on the battlefield, but how many have you seen suicide?"

"Furthermore, this king is proud enough to die in the hands of your loyal prince!"

After the two said, they raised their swords and fought again.

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