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Even though the battle had lasted for nearly half an hour, Ao Junxie seemed to be getting more courageous as he fought, without showing the slightest sign of weakness. In any case, Xiao Linfeng himself was still Ao Junxie's opponent.

In the realm of the Spirit Emperor, there is a difference between a class, and there is already a difference between clouds and mud. If there is no extra support from a more powerful force, Xiao Linfeng may not be able to surpass his opponent in this life.

Now, he can only bear with it, with Feng Qingkuang, whom Ao Junxie cares about the most, in his hands, and he has even trapped Ao Junxie himself, but he is still helpless. Fall apart.

Under the city tower, the corpses have been piled up like a mountain, spread on the flagstone floor in several layers. [

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, anyone would think that it was the scene after a war between the two armies, rather than a single person.

Ao Junxie on the war horse held a sword in one hand and a long spear snatched from the enemy's hand in the other hand. The combination of length, distance, distance and near, countless Beiming soldiers were already decapitated before they got close.

Those sharp arrows flying from a distance were danced by Ao Junxie with one hand and the iron spear in his hand whistling like wind, impermeable to dripping water, and the arrow branches that touched were instantly crushed into pieces.

Xiao Linfeng was also amazed by such divine power.

Now, even though it is hard to accept, the reality in front of him has already declared coldly: the strength of the soldiers of Beiming Kingdom is decreasing!There is no longer a steady stream of soldiers replenishing the small battlefield.

Every time a Beiming soldier fell, the sharp arrows and spears in Ao Junxie's hands got closer to him.

Xiao Linfeng's face was livid, and his breathing was rapid. At some point, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he picked up the wine bag and poured it away.

In the end, he still underestimated the power of God of War...

Inside the city gate, the killing shouts of Beiming soldiers became thinner and thinner. Every time an additional soldier fell, the speed at which the sound became thinner increased by one point.Until the figure of the dark red Fengyun God of War, there was no one standing!

There were several crisp sounds of jingling.

With the long sword in Ao Junxie's hand swung rapidly, he cut off the last three cold arrows flying towards him. Almost at the same time, the spear in his left hand was like an arrow ten times thicker. To the crossbowman in the corner.With a few screams, the last Beiming's resistance was wiped out.

At the gate of the city, the corpses of Beiming soldiers had piled up into a small hill. Ao Junxie's horseshoes slammed softly, and as he looked around, there was no more living Beiming soldiers. shadow.At this moment, there is only the smell of blood and deathly silence all over the city.

Ao Junxie turned around, the iron armor on his chest, the long sword, and his hands were all soaked in bright red blood.Slowly holding the long sword in his right hand, he pointed directly at Xiao Linfeng who had a livid face above the city tower.

Xiao Linfeng was no longer surprised by such a result.

Facing Ao Junxie's sword finger, Xiao Linfeng, whose anger had already been poured down by a bag of strong wine, didn't have anything to think about at the moment.He threw the wine bag into the sky, pulled out the dagger at his waist, and wanted to fly down.

If he can't defeat Ao Junxie at this moment, what face does Xiao Linfeng have in this world, and how can he be worthy of being the future master of Beiming?