Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1778 The situation is reversed and outnumbered
  Zhang Yanshui leaped to the front of the group of shrimp soldiers and generals, and lifted one of the shrimp soldiers up with a shot of the God-killing Spear.

The other soldiers and generals held halberds in their hands and surrounded Zhang Yan, not daring to get close.

Zhang Yan's eyes were filled with fierceness, and with a move of his God-killing Spear, the captured shrimp soldier was thrown ten meters away.

"Fuck them all!"

"Stay there watching a show!"

"If you don't want to be lectured by my big brother, just rush forward!"

Ao Ying roared loudly from behind.

The shrimp soldiers and shrimp generals immediately rushed forward as if they had been injected with chicken blood, their spears and halberds aimed at Zhang Yan's vitals.

Rather than dying under Zhang Yan's god-killing gun, these soldiers and generals were more afraid of being cursed wildly by that "madman" Ao Lie when they returned.

The scene was no more cruel than putting them on the execution stand and being whipped.

The shrimp soldiers and shrimp generals rushed up together, and Zhang Yan was a little struggling.

His right foot had been pressed against his back, and now he was being pressed back by these soldiers and generals.

Zhang Yan was scorning in his heart as he beat him, how could he be so stupid that he could even believe these extremely fake tricks.

In fact, anyone who is careful will think more about it.

There is no such easy pie in the world.

Zhang Yan saw the right moment, kicked over a shrimp soldier and jumped up, hitting the soldier directly on the head with the God-killing Spear.

"boom."

A hard blow.

The blade of the God-killing Spear is made of iron.

With such a stabbing, all the orifices would bleed.

Zhang Yan's god-killing spear dances under the water with great force.

A group of shrimp soldiers and shrimp generals were quickly defeated by Zhang Yan.

A soldier tried to jump up and compete with Zhang Yan's God-killing Spear.

Zhang Yan's backhand was a bucket.

The soldier died.

The remaining shrimp soldiers and generals who were still alive were also seriously wounded. One by one they wanted to rush forward to subdue Zhang Yan.

With a "ha" sound, they all pointed towards Zhang Yan with their halberd barrels.

Zhang Yan was surrounded by a group of them.

Zhang Yan moved, and the halberds were a little closer to his neck.

Shengsheng pressed on Zhang Yan's neck, pushing his body down.

Zhang Yan couldn't bear the weight of so many iron tools, and his expression didn't look good.

Upon seeing this, Ao Ying immediately stepped forward, jumped onto the sword and halberd, and rested his entire body on Zhang Yan's shoulders.

Looking down at Zhang Yan with a victor's attitude.

"Haha. How capable I thought you were."

"But the dying grasshopper can still jump around on the tree a few times, so it's not a big deal."

"It's not like you're being stepped on by me now."

Aoying proudly crushed Zhang Yan's shoulders with his feet, causing Zhang Yan's body to bear more and more force.

Zhang Yan almost had to kneel down in a half-kneeling posture to stabilize his body, no longer suffering from the weight of the iron above suppressing his neck and the gravity of Aoying stepping on it.

Zhang Yan looked very embarrassed now.

Aoying wants to decide Zhang Yan now.

But he was not willing to watch Zhang Yan die so easily.

After all, Aoying didn't get the upper hand when he was fighting Zhang Yan.

The diaphragm in the heart should be boiled.

Even if Zhang Yan dies, he must be defeated by his own hands and be more majestic.

Nao Ying pressed down on Zhang Yan and took out the fan in his hand. With a flash of cold light, a row of blades appeared.

Aoying squatted down and stretched his neck to Zhang Yan's side.

The blade of the fan was placed on Zhang Yan's neck.

(End of this chapter)