Buzz —

The energy of heaven and earth trembles.

The dense texts form the horizontal lines on the chessboard, which instantly spread to the limit, and the chessboard is all her domains.

"Zhang He, [who knows how to return when you are confused]!"

[Scattered chess] The moment he appeared under his feet, Zhang He realized something was wrong, and his heart sank. When he saw a giant suspended scroll condensed from literary energy appeared on the path, his eyelids trembled violently! He naturally studied the details of the Dragon Slaying Sect. The same scene was applied to him, which means that the death talisman of King Yama was about to fall on him!

The left and right confidants also know this killing move.

However, the suction force of the scroll was only aimed at Zhang He.

At the critical moment, [Li Dai Tao Zombie]!

Chen Tang watched the dead wood falling from mid-air and cursed in his heart. He didn't feel anything before, but now he had a thought - the profession of Wenxin and Literary is really hated! He only had one kick left to kill, but he could even dodge forcibly!

A poor mentality, why not collapse?

Oh--

So what if Zhang He has a literary scholar who is protecting him?

"I am also a literary scholar!" As long as Zhang He and others are still in her [scattered] range, she can make a move.

What can be more desperate than falling into a desperate situation?

Of course it was when he thought he had escaped!

[Scattered in the sky] Above, a chess piece that no one can see falls. Bangs, and circles of transparent ripples spread.

The name of this piece is-

【One leaf blocks the eyes】!

A leaf blocks the eyes and cannot see Mount Tai.

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Zhang He and others were highly nervous.

Before all this happened, they did not expect that they would encounter such a dramatic battle in their careers - the brave warriors faced the ten thousand men's army. Sixteenth level of the Great Master, two!

However, it seems not surprising to think of the things Chen Tang did in the Xiaocheng League. After all, this madman named Chen fought against the Western Revenge in front of the formation, and finally got into trouble with the military formation. Why didn’t he backfire and die?

Zhang He scolded him in his heart very badly.

But when I thought of myself being forced to run for life in a hurry by two young men, my heart became more and more intense. These two men were not obediently in Chaoli Pass, and they were still running around? If they hadn't made trouble, they would have picked Wu Zhaode's head at this moment! They would have lost a lot of rice if they hadn't been stealing chickens!

This place is very close to Chaoli Pass.

If you condense your martial arts energy into your ears, you can still hear the shouts of killing in Mohu. After crossing two peaks, you can see the pass surrounded by war. Here, Zhang He is completely safe.

But his face was still ashen.

Because the elites he brought out were dragged by Gong Xiqiu.

Before retreating, they had issued orders and fought and retreated. Chen Tang had been led away, leaving only one Gongxiqiu, and the pressure of the army to withdraw was much smaller. It seemed that the loss was small, but Zhang He knew that his face had been torn and trampled on by Chen Tang and the others.

Such humiliation is only blood to wash away!

"Public and Western hatred..."

"The Gongxi clan..."

And the Shen Youli...

Zhang He is like a vicious poisonous snake, and the words he spit out are harshing the poison that is blood-sealed: "How long can you be rampant?"

Grasshoppers after autumn can’t jump for a few days!

There are sharp blades hanging around their necks!

Zhang He's throat surged sweetly and he spit out a mouthful of blood foam. He breathed a little calmer, and he wanted to go on the road to meet Huang Lie's army and horse.

But before he could stand up straight, the confidant scholar suddenly opened his eyes and hesitated: "Lord?"

Zhang He asked: "What's wrong?"

The scribe looked around and said, "Something is not right!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone who escaped from death tightened their nerves again, and tacitly surrounded Zhang He in the middle and looked around vigilantly. Zhang He's heart also missed: "Where?"

As soon as the words came to an end, the night wind disturbed the leaves.

Zhang He did not find any abnormalities.

But he has always trusted his confidant around him. Since something is wrong, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. He immediately set off and headed straight for Qiaoli Pass. Arriving on the battlefield, the battle here is even more tragic than expected.

Bang-

His raised foot seemed to be caught by something.

Zhang He raised his foot and kicked it, with only half of his body, and the soldiers with large and small intestines scattered all over the ground rolling around the ground for a few rounds.

The soldier is still alive after suffering such severe injuries.

He moaned, revealing a blood-stained face, lying on the ground weakly. As he turned his head, he showed a pair of Zhang He's familiar eyes. Before Zhang He could recall where he had seen these eyes, the other party opened his mouth weakly.

"ah……"

"...You kicked me so much..."

“…my legs, my intestines, my stomach…”

"...It hurts so much, it hurts so much, where is my feet..."

This person kept murmuring his legs, and his hands kept stroking on both sides of his waist, but only felt the bloody broken mouth. The limbs below the waist were gone. The other party seemed to dare not accept this result. He applied force from his waist and tried to force forward with his neck, trying to sit up on the spot: "My legs, my legs!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"My legs, Zhang Yongqing——"

"Where are my legs? Where are my legs?"

This man called out Zhang He's name, and the person who was guarding him changed color and realized that what he saw in front of him might be fake. A relatively irritable general simply waved a knife, and the blade passed through the man's body, and the crackled upper body closed in full view of everyone. The other party was still groping for the disappearing lower limbs.

"My legs-"

"My legs!"

The man's voice became more and more shrill.

The literary scholars around Zhang He tried to crack the illusion, but after a hard work, they could only create ripples like dragonfly, and soon returned to peace. At this time, Zhang He remembered where he had seen those eyes, in the bronze mirror!

That was his eyes, his face!

When he realized this, his face turned black.

What's even more terrifying is the latter-

A smiling female voice sounded in his ears, and the cold breath spitted out on his ears, and the wisps of coolness penetrated into his heart.
Chapter completed!