This made all the Yuan army gradually stop.

The Yuan army behind was chased by the Tianlao Army and almost pressed against the nose.

Now I can't run, so I almost jumped and cursed.

Zhanbutai saw the frontier army suddenly stop deep in the army, and hurriedly asked: "Why don't you continue moving forward?"

The general next to him could not answer him.

Soon a scout ran down from the front and reported to Zhan Butai: "Marson, there are four Song army masters in front! They blocked us!"

Zhan Butai was slightly stunned, and then realized where these masters came from.

"Qi! Xia! Palace!"

He gritted his teeth, then looked at the few remaining green forest camps beside him, and said, "You three have to take action, right?"

To deal with the experts in the martial arts world is originally a task of pursuing the Green Forest Camp.

But the worship of the Zhenwu Realm of the Three Green Forest Camps was a little hesitant.

They all know Hou Wuyou's power.

It can be said that it is more than enough to deal with the three of them just by relying on Hou Wuyou.

The gap between the early and late stages of the Zhenwu Realm is not a small matter.

Zhan Butai saw the three of them looking like this, his eyes narrowed slightly and said quietly: "If the three of them don't even execute this, then I think I can only report it truthfully."

For some reason, these words caused the faces of the three masters of the True Martial Realm of Green Forest Camp to change drastically, as if they were thinking of something extremely terrifying.

This is definitely not just related to the poison in their bodies.

It was because of the old eunuch in the deep palace of the Yuan Dynasty.

Then they didn't say much, and each held their weapons and rushed forward.

"snort!"

Zhan Butai hummed softly when he saw this.

But at this moment, he was probably a little anxious.

With the masters in front and the pursuers behind, he naturally realized that he had now entered the danger.

If the soldiers around him fail to support him in time, and if those of his men cannot stop the Tianlao Army behind or the Song Army masters in front, he will probably die here.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhan Butai ignored his face and said to a personal soldier next to him who was about the same shape as him: "You change clothes with me!"

The face of the soldier changed drastically.

Then he saw Zhan Butai pulling out his sword.

He didn't dare to say anything, so he had to remove his armor.

Zhan Bu took off his armor and then replaced it with the armor of his personal soldiers.

In order to seek insurance, he even exchanged all the war horses with this personal soldier.

He was hiding among the personal soldiers.

The personal soldier was shaking under the flag.

When Hou Wuyou and the other four were only dozens of meters away from the Yuan army, the Yuan army fired thunder at them with small cannon vehicles.

This made Hou Wuyou and the other two change their faces slightly, and they throw the Yuan army's body out of their hands and avoid it.

They can't withstand the bombardment of thunder.

Fortunately, no one of them encountered dangers during this process.

The distance of dozens of meters is just a matter of a moment for the masters of the Zhenwu realm.

When the Yuan army had only had time to issue a second wave of thunder, they had already rushed to the Yuan army.

Then there was a fight again.

One by one, the Yuan army was blocked in a pool of blood, and many small gun chariots were hit into powder by internal air.

Hou Wuyou and the other four showed their invincibility.

The Yuan army around them were shrouded in their artistic conception and could only be slaughtered at this moment.

Behind, the generals in the Yuan army looked anxious when they saw this scene.

Then, someone finally ignored the soldiers in front of him and shouted: "Call me! Beat them! Be sure to stop them!"

It is obviously more important than the lives of these robes in front of them.

Everyone knows what consequences will be caused by the killing of the coach in the chaos.

After hearing the generals' shouts, the Yuan army did not hesitate too much.

For a moment, the bullets were like rain, and some people even threw thunder in front of them.

The large area where Hou Wuyou and the other four were located was covered with smoke.

I don’t know how many Yuan army had bloody flowers on their backs or were shattered by bombs.

But Hou Wuyou and the other two still rushed out of the smoke.

Their artistic conception enveloped more Yuan troops.

The Yuan army was shocked by the artistic conception.

But there was also an elder who was injured and was shot in the abdomen.

This was not a minor injury to anyone, but even so, he still followed Hou Wuyou and did not retreat.

In recent years, they have long accumulated rage in their hearts due to suppression by forces such as the Green Forest Camp.

The riots gradually moved towards the Yuan army's flag.

Whether it was Hou Wuyou and the four men or the soldiers of the Tianlao Army, they all aimed at occupying the Taiwan Strait.

But at this time, the three worshippers from Zhenwu Realm around Zhanbutai also rushed forward.

They were very conscious and did not stop Hou Wuyou, but instead faced the deputy palace master and the other two elders of Qixia Palace.

"Prince Lord, they will leave it to us!"

The deputy palace master of Qixia Palace shouted at Hou Wuyou and rushed to the injured elder.

After Wuyou hesitated a little, he finally rushed forward.

He has no time to delay here.

Killing the head commander of the Yuan army is more important than anything else.

But in front of him, there were dense Yuan troops.

In the distance, more and more Yuan troops broke through the defense line between the Tianhui Army and the soldiers of the Lin'an Prefecture Reconnaissance Corps and hurried towards this side.

"snort!"

Hou Wuyou hummed, and there was no reservation at this moment.

His cultivation level in the late stage of the Zhenwu realm is revealed at this moment.

The Yuan army soldiers shrouded in his artistic conception seemed to be in the midst of storm.

After Wuyou walked all the way, he was bloody all the way.

But of course this is not his blood, but the blood of the Yuan army that he killed.

No one in the Yuan army could stop him.

Before the Yuan army arrived, he finally reached dozens of meters in front of the National Taiwan University Chronicle.

The surrounding Yuan army, including Zhanbutai, were all shrouded in his artistic conception.

As a master in the late stage of the Zhenwu realm, not to mention that he was the one who was like Zhan Butai, even the master in the Shangyuan realm would have to be captured by his artistic conception.

Hou Wuyou's head was covered with white mist.

He pulled the bow and arrow, and while flying, he shot an arrow at the Yuan army's big flag.

The arrow hits the flagpole.

The flagpole exploded instantly, and the flag fell on the ground.

Hou Wuyou was another arrow.

The big crow also turned into powder in mid-air.

This is enough to show how powerful his cultivation is.

It is definitely much more difficult to make something soft like a big star into powder than shooting through a flagpole.

The softer the thing is, the harder it is to burst.

And at this moment, Zhan Butai and others were still in a daze.

Hou Wuyou did not stop and continued to sweep forward.

Not far away, the Yuan army, who were not shrouded in artistic conception, suddenly disappeared when they saw the flag disappearing, and they all changed color slightly.

Without the big banner, their personal soldiers would lose the lighthouse.

In just a few seconds, Wuyou's figure rushed to the warrior holding the big penis.

The warrior was also stunned, holding a half-flag pole in his hand.
Chapter completed!