“Ahhhh…”

The overwhelming rain of arrows shot the Northern Barbarians running wildly to the ground.

After three waves of rapid archery rain, the generals and soldiers of the "General Beiying" hung strong bows, drew out their sabers, and slashed the Northern Barbarians who were approaching.

There are not many people in Jiangbeiying.

But three thousand.

But these three thousand people are among the elite!

The Red Flowers tribe followed Zhang Chu to fight north and south.

Fighted the Northern Barbarians.

Suppressed the bandits and horse bandits.

Fighting the sects of the world.

Not to mention the mysterious thing like military souls.

At least I have the invincible spirit!

A faith to move forward!

The Red Flower Department was launched.

All the nine states can be called elite!

In the Red Flower Department, where personnel changes very little, those who can escape from the ranks of No. 11 bus are naturally the elite among the elite.

The weakest one is also a martial arts apprentice who has mastered more than 80% of his blood and energy!

The tenth man must be a ninth-grade warrior!

The centurion must be an eighth-rank warrior!

A commander of a thousand men must be the seventh rank!

This is the capital accumulated by Zhang Chu after leaving Jintian Mansion for three years!

It is also the confidence of the Peking League to spread its strength in the three northwestern states of Yan!

Zhang Chu is the vanguard of the North Camp.

Jin Cancan's sword aura is like he doesn't have money.

When he saw that there were many Northern Barbarians gathered, he slashed them with one knife.

When I heard a loud shout, I also slashed over with one knife.

No need to accumulate energy.

With his current strength, under the sea of ​​energy, he only needs to flatten apart and can scan a large area with one knife!

Seventh grade?

Just a big grasshopper!

Step on it!

No matter you are an ant!

Still a grasshopper!

All of them will die!

Even if it’s the sea of ​​energy!

The sixth grade cannot stop Zhang Chu's flat knife!

For the fifth grade, the fourth grade depends on strength...

Zhang Chu slashed more than ten swords in one breath and killed countless people.

Yu Jin exploded the bonfire in the camp, lit tents sewn by unknown cowhide or sheepskin, turning them into large torches, and bright flames illuminated the huge Beiman camp.

It's like daytime.

Just when Zhang Chu was puzzled that such a large Northern Barbarian barracks had no masters who could fight, he heard a shocking "Ula" and a brilliant silver light that tore through the night and smashed the Jiangbei camp...

…

He was so powerful that even Zhang Chu felt a little pressure, and the identity of the visitor was about to emerge.

Fourth grade!

Zhang Chu was not surprised but happy!

This guy is the strongest person in this Beiman Camp, right?

Kill him!

Let this Beiman camp be his way to do whatever he wants!

He held the purple dragon sword and jumped up.

A large amount of golden true energy gushed out from his body, wrapping him up, like a golden sun rising into the sky.

The Qingma, who was rushing left and right, felt a lighter on his back. When he turned around, he found that the knight on his body disappeared again...

Qing Congma has a MP in his mind, I don’t know whether to talk about it or not!

...

A huge sword aura shot out from the golden sun, shattering the silver light, and a figure flew backwards from the silver light.

It was a burly man with a life of eight feet tall, wearing white wolf skin, taking the lead in gold, face like a big sea bowl, and two bare arms with muscles.

While flying backwards, he waved the golden knife in his hand and slashed out a crescent-shaped silver sword energy and slashed towards Zhang Chu.

He flew backwards just because Zhang Chu took action too quickly.

He was slower.

It was not just being crushed by Zhang Chu.

And his sword no longer aims to kill the enemy.

Just to entangle Zhang Chu, to distance himself, and to regroup!

Youdao is an expert who knows whether there is any or not when he takes action.

As soon as Zhang Chu took action, he knew that this Dali man was a master of the same level as him!

Even, it is better than yourself!

Treat it with caution!

How could Zhang Chu not see his intention?

He saw a ball of burning flames exploded under his feet. His body did not retreat but advanced, and he rushed over with the silver sword aura!

This scene shocked many people!

Can you avoid it?

Is your head so iron?

"Bang!"

Zhang Chu smashed the silver sword energy with one knife, and forced the huge recoil force to pounce on the fourth-grade white wolf master who had just landed.

"clang."

The Purple Dragon Sword, wrapped in infinite burning flames, slashed hard on the golden scimitar that was raised above the top.

Golden light, silver light is masterpiece.

Like gold and silver shields, they hit each other hard.

The terrifying energy poured out.

The compacted ground settled out of thin air by one foot.

Explosions sounded.

Countless Northern Barbarians who were avoided were torn into blood mist by the raging remnants of the army.

"Puchi."

The fourth-grade white wolf master spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Chu also felt a little sweet in his throat, but he swallowed it back.

The fourth-grade strongman is actually not so fragile.

But this is not a competition.

You have to fight back and forth for hundreds of rounds.

You have to finish singing, I am showing off.

You have to give the other party a chance to make the other party explode...
To be continued...