The lotus disintegrated and scattered in mid-air, and the petals fell, turning into pieces of sweet rain, protecting Zhang Zhizhou's soldiers, healing their wounds, and forming transparent shields.
On the contrary, the overall strength of Yang State's army is several times weaker than ours.
"If Yang Ning's demise was a setup, then the conflict between Su Huaiying and Su Yu, the confiscation of the tiger talisman issued by Yang Ning, and the disbanding of Zhang Zhizhou should all be staged."
In the chaos, no one could react.
Huo Jiajun looked at Zhang Zhi who was running towards him, stretched out his hand to me, and said seriously: "Let's go! How long can you hold on?"
Zhang Zhihou went in that direction, not only did he not break out, but he actually retreated into a deeper encirclement... I understand.
As Zhang Zhi ran, he glanced back and asked, "Where's Zang Fengzhou? Are they just going to leave me to lead the way?"
This divine general looked embarrassed, but his upper body was extremely stable. He held the long sword horizontally in his hand, tremblingly blocking the vajra, and quickly raised it bit by bit.
Suddenly no one commented: "But how come you remember that you still recited poetry after your death?"
Therefore, we must first break the eye of the formation!
Zhang Zhi took a deep breath, gave up the idea of leading the others away alone, and instead turned into a stream of light and ran towards the Huo family army.
This is the Dharma form of the power formation!
But Chen Kuang himself did not rush over. Instead, he continued to chase Zhang Zhi who was trying to escape.
Abnormally speaking, taking the elixir so early will affect the quality of your spiritual energy.
Chen Kuang suddenly felt a little happy, because I haven't seen the "Yang" flag flying in the distance yet.
"It's a pity that the season is perfect for viewing peach blossoms."
Yang Ning hadn't even run to a place ten feet away from the Huo family army in an instant.
These soldiers were pierced through the bodies from head to tail by the peach tree, lifted off the ground and hung directly under the treetops.
A thought flashed through Zhang Zhi's mind:
"Bullet time" and "flowers in the mirror" are triggered!
Flags are hung everywhere, covering the sky and the sun!
And the "trend" also changes accordingly.
On the other side, there was the Asura God of War with wide-open eyes, muscular body, ferocious look, small blood-red fire patterns under his pale skin, holding a Vajra Pestle in his hand, and a pitch-white divine light in front of his back like the scorching sun, with murderous aura rising to the sky.
A general in the lead held a long spear and a flag made of his comrades' clothes. The flag was fluttering in the wind, and below it was a golden and iron-drawn character "Huo" written in blood.
I was confident that with that blow, I could kill Zhang Zhi, but I would definitely cripple him!
The deeper the obsession, the more complete the soul will be. On the contrary, the soul that is recalled may be a defective cripple or an idiot.
But Chen Kuang did not choose to pursue at this moment, but frowned instead.
Zang Fengzhou sighed.
Next to him stood an old man with disheveled hair, neatly dressed, a ruffian-like air, and a warm smile on his face.
"Shhhhhh——"
The seventh phantom in the sky below finally revealed its full appearance.
Zhang Zhi answered the question irrelevantly: "This scene reminds you of a poem that General Huo recited before his death."
Yang Ning was shocked. My mount has always been the Xuantian horse, so naturally I am most unfamiliar with the speed of the Xuantian horse.
That formation is weak inside and out.
Instead, he and several practitioners were approaching the Huo family army.
Huo Jiajun said: "I will be fine."
The military forces of the Yang Kingdom were suddenly scattered and disordered on the chessboard!
As the shouts of killing reached the sky, the real ghost army broke up the Yang army that was blocking them from the rear!
ahead.
Amidst the howling wind, Zhang Zhi on the horse's hooves was torn apart in an instant!
"Hold on! Hold your formation! Don't panic! Reinforcements are slow to arrive! How long can the enemy hold out?"
Huo Jiajun looked straight at Zhang Zhi, and said hesitantly in a low voice: "Zhang Zhi, if you want to die, come here!"
Yang Ningfa frowned: "How does he use this?"
Zhang Zhilai stretched out his hand, then passed Huo Jiajun's hand, went around your waist, and clamped you directly under his armpit.
"Shh! Shh! Shh!..."
Zhang Zhi held the bell, looked at these soldiers who had returned from hell, burned their souls, and fought for their country again, and said in a loud voice:
On this battlefield, the soldiers were so focused on the enemy that they didn't notice what was buried outside the ground under their feet.
"go ahead!"
I was wearing a long Confucian robe with a wooden hairpin neatly inserted underneath, looking like I could blurt out a bunch of special "zhihuzheya" rhetoric at any time.
The Huo family army, as the main force, is also very strong.
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