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The figure was not aimlessly attacking in the cavalry, but was clearly coming in his direction.

Huang Meng is not afraid of death. He had to live in many wars. Therefore, his life is earned back now.

However, he can't die now, because there are still many people who need him. If he does die, I'm afraid the remaining soldiers will not be able to get out.

They will be like mulberry leaves, bit by bit be eaten, and then disappear, disappear.

Zhang Xiaojian with 30 people purposeful, fast like Huang Meng this side of the attack, but, Huang Meng's bodyguard is not worthless.

Just now it was just because of the sudden incident that Zhang Xiaojian and they took advantage of it.

After a brief flurry, the soldiers recovered their composure.

They decided that it was human beings, not invincible forces of nature. They immediately relaxed in their hearts and revealed their bloodthirsty nature one by one.

The knife in the hand was raised one by one.

With the regular change of the guards in front of Huang Meng's body, a formation of 50 people was formed quickly.

The formation and formation of each other, with the roar, the knife light brings the cold wind, and pounces on the head-on, with endless killing intention.

Zhang Xiaojian always rushes in the front. The thunder arc of Qingyun sword is all over the place, and the sword light twinkles. However, the moment when the thunder arc and the sword light spread across the opposite side meet, they are entangled together for a time.

This let Zhang Xiaojian Leng for a moment, it seems that the other side should be arranged under what array, did not expect this Huang Meng is really two down.

Suddenly, a red light flew out of the sky with a red light.

For a moment, Zhang Xiaojian's body was like day, but then, the sound of the explosion came.

Countless fire snakes fell from the air, covering a distance of several hundred meters.

The flames were rising and flames were burning on the rocks.

The soldiers fell down one by one, and then turned into light blue smoke, which drifted away with the wind, leaving only the black iron sword in their hands.

At the moment when the long knife landed, the golden bare hand flashed away, and the long sword disappeared afterwards.

The soldiers were not afraid of Zhang Xiaojian's flame. They came up again. This time, they were not in a team of fifty, but in a group of 150.

The intention of killing is more intense. The strong wind brought by the knife awn is like a knife cutting on people's face, blood dripping down and red.

Zhang Xiaojian is nothing, the soldiers behind have been injured.

Zhang Xiaojian listened to the voice at the corner of Yunmeng River, and then showed a sneer. Suddenly, a golden light covered the soldiers behind them and disappeared in a flash. Only left a Golden Shadow in the air.

Silence, silence like death.

Water mist rising, just now can see the distance of five meters, but in a flash, face-to-face are some can not see clearly.

Huang Meng is lost in the mist now. The long knife in his hand is full of crystal water drops. The water drops from the blade tip and slide down to the ground, still silent.

Cowardly, absolutely cowardly.

This is Huang Meng's feeling now. He knows that it is definitely done by the people in love flower city. However, up to now, he has no idea what he is, or even who he is.

"Count the number of people, 200 people in a team, search forward." Huang Meng's voice is a little hoarse, which sounds heartbreaking.

It wasn't long. Someone handed over a kettle.

"Three thousand infantry and twelve hundred cavalry." Said the man who handed him the kettle.

Huang Meng drank a mouthful of water, but before swallowing down, he coughed and vomited.

The chest just like to be hit by a heavy circle of pain, burning, a mouth, a mouthful of blood spurt out, the white fog in front of the body has even been dyed red.

"General." People around me yelled.

"Be on high alert. Camp in the city of love flowers." Huang Meng finally gave in, but he did not lose confidence. Even in this situation, he believed that he could easily destroy the other party.

The army has made adjustments, and two hundred people are in a small team, and they are searching forward in combat formation.

Huang Meng touched the blood in the corner of his mouth, spit out a mouthful, but felt much better.

The long sword was held high by him. He held it all the time, because he knew that he was the soul of this army. He could not fall down. Even if he died, he would become a fierce ghost.

When the soldiers saw Huang Meng's long sword, they were more or less afraid of their fear. There were generals with them. What else were they afraid of.

Time is flowing slowly, and Huang Meng calculates the time. He feels that it is time to arrive at the love flower city. However, why is it still gray and can't see anything.

Huang Meng frowned and felt something was wrong.After a careful look, Huang Meng's heart suddenly panicked, because he saw the stone, which fell on his own blood stone.

The adjutant beside him saw some changes in Huang Meng's face and followed his eyes.

Within the reach of his eyes, the deputy general felt the whole body's hair stand up. Fear, absolute fear.

It was as if those white water mist instantly grew sharp teeth and bit his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.

After walking for such a long time, they are still circling around the corner.

Huang Meng narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered something. He asked people to take out a map, light a torch, and put it on the ground to watch it carefully. No, there is nothing strange about this love flower city. This direction is a student. How can it become so strange.

Huang Meng is at a loss, a little depressed at a loss.

After so many years of leading the army, it seems that only this time is the most depressing. Before meeting the enemy, four tenths of our soldiers have been killed and wounded. Now they are trapped in this ghost place. What should we do

Huang Meng narrowed his eyes and looked at the white fog around him. His face was gloomy, but there was no way.

At this time, Huang Meng suddenly felt something. He looked up and saw the red light in the air through the white water mist.

The red light dripped and whirled, getting bigger and bigger, and finally couldn't see clearly.

With the disappearance of the red light, a burst of wind blowing over, the white fog instantly turned black, as black as ink.

Several torches were blown out almost instantaneously, and all around fell into darkness.

Silence, darkness, hunger, exhaustion, helplessness, Huang Meng has a feeling of wanting to cry and a feeling of sleeping in his wife's arms. Tired, he feels really tired.