Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

This rain of arrows was more like a black sandstorm, Zhuge Canglan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go forward.

Zhuge Canglan was wrinkled into a ball by the facial features watching this scene: "It turns out that it's not that you throw beans into soldiers, but that grass and trees make soldiers..."

Guanshan Wanli's spell cultivation may be very high, but...he is extremely proficient in the formation of defeated troops and Qimen Dunjia.

A general should command not one person but thousands of troops. The strength of one person is not considered great at all. For Guan Shan Wanli, he wants to command an army to fight, not one or two people to fight.

So...he doesn't need to have too advanced spells, but he has to be proficient in the Qimen Dunjia technique that can help him defeat the enemy.

Zhuge Canglan sneered, is it right to be a man of grass and trees? Okay, then I will burn you to death, burn you to death, burn you to death...

Under Zhuge Canglan's urging, the fire that had been reduced just now became fierce again.

The people turned into grass and trees fell into the sea of ​​flames, and the situation is unknown, and the arrows they shot were almost in front of them in an instant.

Zhuge Canglan was about to fight it out, but the overwhelming arrows stopped right in front of them, as if time stood still.

Zhuge Canglan blinked, turned his head to look at Han Weiyang...he was in the middle of controlling the direction of the arrow with his mind. ...

She cursed in her heart: Damn, I finally used it once. . . . .

Without the threat of arrows, Zhuge Canglan concentrated on lighting fires everywhere on the top of the mountain, making waves.

The tacit understanding between the two was fought all the way from the desert, from the forbidden area, Han Weiyang dealt with the arrows, Zhuge Canglan dealt with the grass and trees, and the division of labor between the two was orderly without talking.

Those static arrows began to slowly turn their arrows, and all the slow arrows pointed upwards, aiming at Guanshan Wanli, and with Han Weiyang's voice, "Release..."

The black sandstorm shot at Guanshan Wanli and his six-winged fire dragon.

Zhuge Canglan clenched his fists, Guanshan Wanli will let you taste the taste of self-indulgence. . .

Guan Shan Wanli stood on the six-winged fire dragon and looked at the sea of ​​flames below, his heart was pierced by a knife. After such a fire, his [-] elite soldiers were completely wiped out, and the bones of that evil soldier probably could not be found.

He could even name each of those soldiers, and he spent three hundred days a year with them, and these soldiers were more like his brothers than blood relatives.

Now that they all died in front of him, Guan Shan Wanli's heartache and anger fermented into hatred, hatred towards Zhuge Canglan and Han Weiyang.

They were too ruthless, even more ruthless than his bloodthirsty general who had killed countless people.

The densely packed arrows will soon be in front of your eyes, Guan Shanwanli squatted down, patted the six-winged fire dragon on the head, and said through gritted teeth: "Cinnabar, let them taste your power, they are not the only ones who can set fire......"

The six-winged fire dragon quickly understood Guan Shanwanli's words, flapped its wings, turned around, and faced the black sandstorm directly with its head.

Then--

A series of fires spewed out from the mouth...

It is well known that the six-winged fire dragon's fire is powerful. Those swords that touch the fire instantly turn into ashes, and even the metal arrows turn into liquid.

After burning the arrows, the fire ball sprayed out by the six-winged fire dragon did not go out. Instead, it floated in the air like a cloud...

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(Fives)