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Volume 4 Chapter 178 Reunion of old friends

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    "Ba Qingtian"

    Prince Zhuang clamped his legs together hard, and the muscular and sweaty horse under his crotch hissed in pain and fell to his knees on the ground.

    Flying up lightly, he landed heavily on the ground, causing dust to fly. King Zhuang's expression was cold and solemn: "This is not Fengzhou, your hand has crossed the line."

    Riding on a white horse and charging with thousands of black cavalry, Ba Qingtian's beard was flying and he looked up to the sky and laughed. His free and unrestrained voice came through the strong wind: "Save those who can be saved, kill those who deserve to be killed. The world is so big, there is nothing you can't do."  go?"

    "Yanyue Formation, capture and kill" King Zhuang's long hair was flying, he looked like a mad tiger, and his momentum was extremely powerful. Even though he was hundreds of meters away, he was so frightened that the middle-aged master on the city wall retreated and collapsed to the ground.

    At this moment, the young city lord behaved very responsibly and with great character, standing proudly on the city wall.

    As soon as the words fell, three thousand red-blooded cavalry immediately formed a formation, cooperating with each other in perfect harmony, describing themselves as one person, and using military skills like a military god.

    "Famous is not as good as meeting. Although the reputation is bad, this is really an army of hundreds of thousands of people. I am afraid that only the legendary Shenji Battalion of our Shang Kingdom can rival it. The other miscellaneous armies that rebelled against the king, even if they have 100,000  , and may not be able to defeat them.¡±

    The strong wind was raging, and the young city lord adjusted his clothes and stood at the front of the city.

    "Sir, it's dangerous." The master hunched his body and hid behind the wall. He was afraid of being accidentally injured and killed by stray arrows. Due to his identity, he had to fulfill his duties faithfully.

    Ignoring the master's words, the bloodshot eyes of the young city lord gradually faded away, and his feet were firmly nailed to the stone slab.  Nowadays, the generals of the Shang Kingdom are not afraid of death, the civil servants are not greedy for money, and the atmosphere is good. This situation has never happened in five hundred years.  He worked hard to run Chunfang City, and when he was worried about the country's harm, he ended up like this.  Think of today

    i With the scenes of gunpowder everywhere and heroes vying for the throne, the misery in Nangong City Lord¡¯s heart cannot be washed away even if all the water is poured out.

    It is the rebel king's army that wants to massacre the city. The tiger and leopard black cavalry as reinforcements even have some bandit qualities.

    He has to open his eyes to see clearly why all this is happening

    "Zhao Qingshan, Li Donglong, Zhang Xia, Ma Meng, the Four Talents Killing Formation"

    Ba Qingtian gave this order to the four young black knights with flying figures around him. He took off the wine gourd hanging on the saddle, took two sips of medicinal wine, and laughed loudly: "The man should wake up and take over the world, and the beauties should be drunk.  "Knees, if you can't live forever, your true destination will be to die on the battlefield. Wonderful, wonderful."

    After drinking, he tapped his white horse lightly, and floated up with a shining blue flying sword, hanging in the air, his grace was dazzling, like a god.

    "Immortal, immortal, immortalimmortal"

    The master stuttered and turned a short vocabulary into five words, and he was so excited that he wanted to speak out.  Ba Qingtian's reputation as a "man of the world" spread throughout the nine states of the Shang Kingdom, but few people thought that he was actually a swordsman.

    "The third level of swordsmanship, the peak of spiritual transformation. I didn't expect that besides the legendary disciples of the Immortal Sect, there are people who can cultivate to such a state"

    Nangong City Lord obviously knows a lot more than the wretched master around him, and he can see through the essence at a glance, but this cannot be the basis for him to judge the outcome.

    There are too many factors to consider in battle. Although Ba Qingtian's mana accumulation is obviously much higher than that of Prince Zhuang, the grade of Rebel King's magic sword seems to be higher, and it can vaguely suppress him.

    In the past, if there were no mysterious spiritual skills at hand, a magic weapon would often be the decisive factor in winning or losing a battle.

    In less than half a stick of incense, Ba Qingtian and King Zhuang had already fought for hundreds of rounds. Two flying swords, one green and one black, were fighting each other in the sky, colliding with each other, with brilliant lights and strong winds.  ¡­,

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