The World’s Strongest Legion System

"Quick, run along the river bank, the three-headed eagle will come to save us!"

Ma Guaizi yelled, and he didn't care about his old battalion anymore. His life was the most important thing, so he ran south along the river bank first.

While running, he threw a signal fire talisman into the sky.

The three-headed eagle's mount can fly, so it can't save others, but it's still possible to save him alone.

"Master Hou, is this the big black snake?" Kan Bao had a deep memory of the big black snake and recognized it at first sight.

"Go, tell the soldiers that the Great Xuan Snake is my guardian animal of Langya, and the entire Qingshui River is under the inspection range of our animal!"

Li Wenhao is very satisfied with the performance of the big black snake, he does not steal the head, and is sensible!

"Master Hou, our Langya has the protection of the big black snake, I see the surrounding forces, who dare to bark their teeth!"

"The big black snake of the sixth rank, among the lords of the counties, the first one!"

"It's not about smashing. They are all fifth-order profound beasts. Only the fire bird in the palace can compare with our big mysterious snake."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, you gather the surrendered soldiers, and I will kill the horse guaizi!"

As soon as Li Wenhao raised his hand, he stopped Zuo Shanxiong and others from discussing, and urged his horse to chase after Ma Guaizi.

"Lao Tzu's sixth-rank Xuanbing can finally drink blood and open his business!"

"Om," the three-pointed Golden Crow Spear let out a clear cry, and it automatically floated to the side of the horse without grasping it, and its whole body shone with purple light.

After quenching the blood of the sixth-order Xuanbing, it can communicate with its master. What's more, the three-pointed Golden Crow Spear also has the ability to drink blood to strengthen itself. The blood of the strong is its favorite.

"Hundred birds kill!"

The speed of the third-order scaled horse was extremely fast, like a light and shadow flashing across the battlefield. Fifty meters away, Li Wenhao jumped high, shouted, and the spear in his hand turned into a golden light, shooting directly at Ma Guaizi and others fifty meters away.

"Throw out the Xuanbing, Li Wenhao, you look down on people!"

Ma Guaizi turned his head and saw Li Wenhao throwing a long spear as a javelin, his nose twisted in anger, he felt that Li Wenhao was looking down on him.

"Open it for me!" Looking back, he smashed the spear with the black iron crutch in his hand.

"Om," just as they were about to hit the golden light, suddenly the golden light exploded, turning into hundreds of spear shadows, covering the heads of a group of people.

"No, this throwing is a combat skill!"

"Stop it!"

Some rogue leaders shouted and raised their weapons to resist. They didn't know that this was a long-distance killing by the sixth-rank Xuanbing, and they thought it was some kind of special combat technique.

"Damn it, what kind of combat technique is this, triple slash!" Ma Guaizi had no choice but to use his combat technique to resist.

"Dangdang," several crisp sounds, more than a dozen bandit leaders died, and the three-pointed Golden Crow Spear was finally blocked from flying.

Ma Guaizi and the others breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Li Wenhao should be easy to deal with without his weapon.

But who would have thought that the three-pointed Golden Crow Spear, which had been knocked into the air, turned into a golden light and returned to Li Wenhao's hands, as if being pulled by something.

"This, this, what kind of combat skill is this!"

Ma Guaizi's eyeballs almost popped out of shock, and at this moment, he still didn't think about the sixth-order Xuanbing.

"You can't run without combat skills!" Li Wenhao was in mid-air, too lazy to explain, he caught the spear and threw himself down.

He also doesn't need combat skills, with the power of a sixth-level mysterious weapon, ordinary moves are stronger than low-level warriors' combat skills.

"Puff." The bandit leaders around them tried their best to release their combat skills, but they couldn't block the attack of the three-pointed Golden Crow Spear, and they would die if they touched it.

"Quick, quick, everyone, stop him!"

Ma Guaizi had just fought twice, and he knew that the difference was too far, so he turned around and ran away.

Li Wenhao was not in a hurry to chase, but followed behind leisurely, waving a long spear in his hand, while killing the enemy, he glanced at the sky from time to time.

I still thought brokenly in my heart: "Come down, three-headed eagle, why are you so cowardly?"

In the depths of the white clouds, there is a small black spot that appears and disappears from time to time.

Although he couldn't see it clearly, the big black snake gave a warning. There was a fifth-order raptor in the sky. How could he not guess that it was the three-headed eagle.

"Dahong, are you sure which black snake in the river is the sixth rank!" Above the white clouds, the three-headed eagle poked its head and looked down, its entire face was black.

The animosity between him and Li Wenhao had intensified, and he stabbed Dahong first, and finally lost the egg that was conceived.

Immediately afterwards, another mountain bear led Fei Xiong to rescue the former cavalry camp, and joined Langyahou together, his face was slapped.

So when he received Ma Guaizi's request for help, he rushed over immediately, but unexpectedly, Li Wenhao had a sixth-order black snake to help him.

If he goes down to save people now, isn't he going to die?

"Jiujiu!" Dahong nodded with three heads, panicked.

Snakes and birds are deadly enemies. How can a fifth-level bird not be afraid of a sixth-level snake? It doesn't dare to fall now.

"Damn it, how could he support a sixth-order profound beast!!"

Hearing Dahong's affirmation, the three-headed eagle almost gritted its teeth, envious and jealous, and all kinds of negative emotions surged up.

After all, it is very difficult to have a high-level mysterious beast. Except for those raised from childhood, it is almost impossible to subdue adult high-level mysterious beasts. They are all in the form of cooperation.

It was also a coincidence that he saved Dahong. Not only did he not need to make offerings, Dahong also gave him a lot of genius treasures, which made him what he is today.

But other forces are different, they need a lot of geniuses and earth treasures to support mysterious beasts, and the general Lord Hou can't afford to support them.

Li Wenhao has only been a Marquis for a few days, and now there is a sixth-order profound beast, how can he not be jealous.

"Let's go, the idiot below is hopeless, it's not good to run anywhere, you have to run along the river bank!"

In the end, the three-headed eagle chose to leave, no matter how jealous he was, there was nothing he could do with a sixth-order profound beast.

It's impossible for him to force Dahong to save people, and if Dahong doesn't want him, he'll be an idiot.

After all, in a certain sense, Dahong was raising him, and he was just a softie with a very low confidence.

"It's gone!"

Li Wenhao was below, and immediately noticed the departure of the three-headed eagle, and he pursed his lips in displeasure.

He now has a sixth-level Xuanbing, as long as he is not too tall, he can shoot birds from the air, so handsome!

Pity!

Now that the fish is gone, there is no need to keep the bait.

"Ma Guaizi, don't wait any longer, the three-headed eagle has already run away!"

Li Wenhao let out a clear cry, and suddenly pulled out a phantom, the spear in his hand spun rapidly, rushing forward like a poisonous dragon.

"I surrender!" Ma Guaizi shouted anxiously, and fell to his knees with a plop.

At this moment, he was seriously injured, his body was empty of spiritual power, and his subordinates around him were all dead and injured. Even if the three-headed eagle came, he would have no strength to escape.

At the juncture of life and death, everything becomes empty, and life-saving is the most important thing.

"You, you can't stay!"

Li Wenhao's eyes were cold, and the spear in his hand didn't shake at all. With a soft "poof," it passed through his head.