snort!

ha!

It seemed as if thunder broke out on the flat ground. When two short syllables exploded, the air waves in the backyard were surging like a tide, and the plants and houses were trembling.

Jiang Wu's hair was raised and his eyes were burning.

He dared to assassinate Yan Dongjun, but naturally he was not his martial arts skills, but his barely mastered magical powers.

Hum, ha!

This energy has no ability to break the turbulent energy, but it has the power to capture the soul.

However, he had a relatively bare mastery of this magical power, and once exposed, he could not perform miraculous effects, so he was almost captured alive by the old dog in black robe.

Fortunately, as expected, he finally waited.

The thief of Yan is the same as Jiang Wu!

After making the two hums and ha voices, Jiang Wu did not hesitate at all. He suddenly turned around, picked up Fang Ada, who was pale, and rushed out of the yard.

He dared to come here and was not afraid of death, but this kid was innocent when he was caught in it.

call!

Jiang Wu's attack was too fast and he retreated just right. In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed out of the courtyard, and only his voice was still echoing.

Behind him, the two yellow and white qi roared everywhere. The old man in black suddenly fell down by just a stroke of the edge. His breath was cut off and his soul was exterminated!

Soul-catching!

"Super Powers?!"

Seeing that the old man in black died so quickly, the eyelids in the yard all jumped.

Yan Dongjun reacted the fastest, with his body retreating a few steps, and his sleeves erupted fierce energy. Instead of destroying the strange yellow and white aura, he pulled the two people who were serving him.

"ah!"

Two screams sounded, and as Yan Dongjun's eyelids stumbled wildly, the yellow and white energy was entangled, as if nothing had been blocked, easily penetrated the bodies of the two guards.

He shot towards him with lightning speed.

"So weird?!"

Yan Dongjun finally smelled the danger, but he was no ordinary person to struggle in the sea of ​​corpses and blood until today.

Although shocked, it is not messy.

At the moment when the two yellow and white energy and body were raised, he suddenly turned over and avoided it. The speed was extremely fast, but the two gases seemed to follow him like shadows, biting him tightly.

He was allowed to move and dodge in the yard, but he could not avoid it, and even passed by several times.

boom!

Not long after, a roar came from outside the yard, and a big man broke through the airflow and reached the back yard.

"Master!"

Seeing this scene, the man was hesitating at all. He stretched out his hand like a palm fan, and the red light lingered. The true energy was surging and it was about to extinguish the yellow and white energy!

"No, no!"

Yan Dongjun's expression changed.

Seeing the great man taking action, he slapped out his palm without thinking, knocked down his big hand, and slammed it into the team of personal soldiers who came to guard.

"ah!"

He heard the screams and screams. In the blink of an eye, dozens of personal soldiers were killed, but the yellow and white energy still remained unabashed, and even became even more arrogant!

"What's this?! So powerful!"

The big man took a breath, and the masters who dared to come to guard the yard were all pale and subconsciously stopped.

"Back away!"

The death of a group of personal soldiers gave Yan Dongjun a chance to breathe. He sat down on his waist and folded his arms, and his body surface instantly shone with tragic blood.

The strong evil spirit surged, like a tiger and wolf roaring, facing the yellow and white energy.

Boom!

The huge backyard was shaken, and the qi exploded and roared, and all the energy was destroyed.

He was hit head-on, and Yan Dongjun staggered back, feeling stars appearing in his eyes, his headache exploded, and he was drowsy.

"Master!"

The great man Yan Long stepped forward, supported him with his hands, and instilled his true energy.

"What a hum, a sir, a sir, a sir, a sir, a sir, a sir..."

After a while, Yan Dongjun recovered. His eyes were cold and about to freeze. The anger in his heart almost turned into substantial anger.

He has been assassinated in these years, but he has no more embarrassing than today.

"Chase!"

Yan Dongjun gritted his teeth.

He stripped the Pojun Taoist Fruit because of his vigilance, but almost caused him a great loss. Seeing that everyone was still stunned, he couldn't help but be furious:

"Qiusuo the whole city and capture him! I will cut this beast alive with every knife!"

...

...

Yandongjun has been operating for several years, but Yanzhou City cannot be considered a wall of iron, but outside the city, there are all kinds of spies, observation decks and forts.

The army is stationed on the ground, and birds are circling in the sky. However, if there are foreign enemies, it is difficult to reach thirty miles and you will be discovered.

"All five steps are one post, three steps are one post, there are some long-time generals in Yanzhou City."

Yang Yu urged his horse to walk slowly, and the light of his eyes swept over, and the secret whistle of the Minggang that was several miles apart came into view.

"Return to the Grandmaster, the King of Northwest has been unable to win the hearts of the people for a long time. My lord raised his arms and shouted, and the people from all over the country were in charge, and the troops stationed in Yanzhou could almost be considered as surrendering..."

Ping San, who was humble, held the horse, was anxious and nervous, but he did not dare to express it.

In front of him, the masters of the Yan army were all unconscious. They walked by secretly whistle and wanted to warn him several times.

But every time this thought arises in your mind, you will smell the terrifying deterrence like a dark cloud pressing down on you.

"The people are in charge?"

Looking at the fort that had been revised in the distance, but could vaguely see the village and town, Yang Yu looked expressionless:

"I'm afraid it may not be the people?"

Hearing the chill in Yang Yu's words, Ping San became more and more uneasy and his smile became barely lit:

"My lord has only been in charge for several years. Although he loves the people as his sons, he has too many subordinates and always has times when he can't take care of it, but this is not the Lord's intention..."

"Yeah?"

Yu Yang refused to comment, but his heart was cold.

Whether it is the past life or this life, in any chaotic life, the people will only be trapped.

This is especially true in this life.

The existence of martial arts allows a team of cavalry to threaten thousands of people, plunder and slaughter, and they have been present in all dynasties.

Without the power of resistance, no matter whether it is angry or begging, you will not be cared about.

Yan Dongjun was originally homeless and used gathering bandits as the basis for uprising. If he wanted to attack the city and capture the village, he would not be able to restrain his subordinates. On the contrary, he would acquiesce to indulge.

It is not uncommon to reward the army with the people.

Because, he has no choice...

"Master, my master, I really admire you a lot, you..."

Sweats are seen on the forehead when flat three.

He wanted to persuade him, but Yang Yu ignored him and shook the reins lightly. The dragon horse made a long neigh, speeding up the speed.

Ping San looked at each other with a group of Yanzhou masters, and wanted to attack him, but he didn't dare.

The martial arts shown by the man in front of him are not as good as the army of 100,000. They don’t know, but once they speak out, they are afraid that they will die without a place to bury themselves.

"Let's talk about it after entering Yanzhou..."

When they looked at each other, everyone had a tacit understanding.

Although the person in front of him had a bad taste, there were 100,000 troops stationed in Yanzhou City and many other masters. No matter how powerful he was, he might not be able to choose, right?

At least, after entering the city, I was much more confident than at this time...

‘Rebels may not be afraid of death. At least these are not…’

He urged the horse to move quickly, and Yang Yudong looked at the thoughts of the people in front of him and behind him. After the hundred classics were melted, his perception was particularly keen.
To be continued...