head and saw that the man in black robe had flown into his formation alone. Behind him, huge water was rushing in like mountains. Ten of the seventeen immortals in the Northern Xinjiang Army used their magical powers to block the giant water, while the other seven immortals flew into the air to surround and kill the man in black robes.
The strange magic weapon shone brightly and hit the man in black robes, but he calmly recited a spell, six arms sprouted from his side, and all eight arms shook the magic weapon away, and then rushed into the battle like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. lock up. The black wind rolled up and enveloped the ten immortal gods. Thunder and lightning flashed above the hurricane, and the purple light struck at the northern Xinjiang Army immortal gods like snakes. After only seven or eight rounds, the bodies of the two gods fell to the ground, their faces turned pale, their limbs stiff, and they were already dead.
Bailixiong gritted his teeth and looked at the men in black robes who defeated the five immortals and the alien monks who came from all around, and then turned to look at the side of the soldiers’ stronghold. Corpses were flying across the red-hot wall of the stronghold. Although the Northern Xinjiang soldiers guarding that area were not afraid of the Xinliu cavalry, seven or eight monks flew in and killed a large number of the defenders in an instant, and the stronghold suddenly tore into pieces. Through the gap, the Xinliu cavalry charged into the camp brandishing weapons.
At this time, the front and rear of the camp were in a state of sudden defeat.
That’s it?
Bailixiong swallowed, clenched his fists and fell back to the main seat. He was completely despairing, and his heart was full of regret and annoyance. He wanted so much to crush the Zhentian Pass, destroy the two Xinliu countries, and seize Yunzhou. He wanted to sweep the seven states and create a century-old foundation. He wanted to prove himself to his father, the immortal generals under his command, and that person. Unexpectedly, the other party took advantage of his anxious moment, set up a suspicious formation, and raided the back camp, intending to attack him from both sides and plunge him to death.
With red flames flashing in his eyes, Bailixiong forced his exhausted body to summon Pojun. He is the son of Bailiying, the leader of the five famous generals of the seven states and the king of northern Xinjiang. He has followed his father in all directions since he was seven years old, and never took a step back when facing enemy chiefs.
“Po Jun, Po Jun, but I failed you.”
Bai Lixiong stroked his axe, murmured, then suddenly raised his head, raised Po Jun high, and looked straight at the man in black robe, Yelled.
“Kill!”
Even if Baili’s son dies, he must die in front of his homeland.
Just when Bailixiong was about to kill him, a familiar figure walked out of the water curtain, wearing white clothes and bare feet, with sword-shaped eyebrows and long eyes. He rolled up his sleeves and fanned his han