Lu Qingshan could feel a familiar force pouring into his body.

This is the power of mountains and seas, or should be said to be the magic of Guixu Taoism.

"go!"

He held the spear high in his right hand and threw it hard.

Stupid!

A clear cry!

The spear suddenly swung horizontally, or made a black light, splitting into the wind, whizzing through the chests of Hu Xing and the old man, taking them flying up, and then being nailed to the ground.

The bodies of the two were stacked on top of each other, with Hu Xing on top and the old man on the bottom.

Hu Xing refused to close his eyes, his eyes were wide open, and there was still shock in his eyes.

The old man was performing Taoist magic with his eyes closed, so his death appearance looked better.

"Two in a row!" Lu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction.

Gu Tianyan, who was beside him, witnessed the whole scene with wonder in his eyes.

The general's strength is really unfathomable, giving him the feeling that he can crush everyone in the world.

"Hu Xing, the commander of the Feiyun Army, is dead!"

Lu Qingshan shouted.

In an instant, shouts like a roaring tsunami rang out from the battlefield, and the morale of the Qingshan Army soared.

But the Feiyun Army was having a hard time. The military flag was first burned to ashes, and then the leader was strung into skewers.
Chapter completed!