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The elder was about to kick away a few strong soldiers from the Shenji Camp when he suddenly felt a feather arrow coming towards him. He had no choice but to turn around and grab it with one hand.

He grabbed the arrow by force.

The arrow stopped an inch away from the elder.

But the elder's body also slid back a few meters, his palms felt a cracking pain, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

There is actually such a sharpshooter in the Shenji Camp?

Whoosh whoosh! !

A few more arrows were shot over, scaring the elder so much that he dodged repeatedly.

"Kill their generals first—cut down their banners!"

These elders of Yuxu Palace did not take the Shenji Camp seriously at first, but now they have discovered that it is too difficult to kill the soldiers of the Shenji Camp.

The Shenji Camp is like an iron barrel, connected as one.

Especially the big flag in the middle, which has been emitting light, there is definitely something strange.

Swish swish——

Immediately, more than a dozen elders rushed towards the main flag from all directions. Fighting with the military strategists, killing the generals and cutting the big flags was definitely the most effective method.

But before they rushed there, they suddenly saw a scholar appear under the flag.

That's right.

He turned out to be a scholar dressed in Confucian clothing.

He actually had a sense of righteousness in him, standing on the high platform with the flag, looking awe-inspiring.

He held a scroll of calligraphy and painting in his hand, looked up proudly, and was not afraid of life or death.

"War Poem!!"

"What he holds in his hand is a war poem! Kill him!!" Five five stars, otherwise the ghost won't look for you.