Fish swimming around the world

The Medicine King Valley, which was established by the old man a hundred years ago, still obeys the old man's will. When Jiang Fan asked Ying Wuming to deliver the old man's cane, they were allowed.

This is the confidence that Jiang Fan finally dared to enter the Worry-Free Valley.

But Jiang Fan didn't know that although the mountain road could be traversed, it was extremely rugged, so the 150,000 troops were not able to arrive at the same time. This was caused by unfamiliarity with the geography. Wars are never short of variables.

But fortunately, Ying Wuming brought at least 80,000 elite troops. When they poured down from the valley, everything was over.

Ying Wutian was horrified. He never thought that Worry-Free Valley was not Worry-Free. Someone could actually pass through the Medicine King Valley.

"Who is it!" Sikong Yu's face was completely twisted into a monster, roaring wildly.

Ying Pei stared at the tall figure who was leading the way, stagnant for a long time, and his eyes were filled with endless anger.

"Why...why, why!"

Ying Wutian also noticed the iron-faced god of war, and his shock and fury were even greater than Ying Pei's.

"Wu...King, Iron-faced King! It's you, you damned traitor!"

At this moment, others were completely confused, but the father and son recognized the figure almost at the same time.

It was Ying Wuming, the third brother, Ying Wuming!

He fell from the sky and actually joined Jiang Fan's camp and launched a fierce attack on his side.

With the addition of this huge number of living forces, the coalition forces, which had already suffered heavy losses, suddenly became chaotic. With the counterattack of the God-killing Army, the situation began to reverse instantly.

Ying Wutian almost went crazy looking at the chaos in front of him. He almost rushed towards Ying Wuming regardless of everything, and Ying Pei immediately followed him.

"You deserve to die!"

Ying Wutian jumped up, and the heavy spear volleyed at the iron-faced man, as if venting endless anger.

Ying Wuming of course saw Ying Wutian, but he looked clear-eyed and raised his fist to hit the spear.

The iron spear as thick as his wrist was directly broken. The already injured Ying Wutian was defeated and was blown into the air by the huge recoil force.

At this moment, Ying Pei also arrived and stabbed with a sword.

Ying Wuming changed his fist into a claw, grabbed the sword in his hand, and rolled it into a twist.

Ying Pei held the hilt tightly, his eyes spitting fire, staring at Ying Wuming: "Why, why are you here! Why are you helping him!"

The father and son met, but it turned out to be such a hostile situation.

The extreme anger made Ying Pei completely lose his composure. The overall situation that he had worked hard to lay was broken, and the plan to raise an army to attack Baiqu collapsed, but he never thought that the most fatal blow would come from his third son.

He couldn't understand, couldn't understand, if eyes could kill, Ying Wuming would have been burned to ashes by the anger in his eyes at this moment.

Ying Wuming swung his cloak and rolled over more than ten soldiers close to him, staring at Ying Pei with deep eyes: "Let go... You can't win this game..."

Ying Pei's heart and lungs were broken, these words, this tone, this look, just like Jiang Fan at the beginning, exactly the same, exactly the same!

"Rebellious son--!" He almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words. At this moment, he also thoroughly confirmed that the Iron-faced Heavenly King who was famous in southern Xinjiang was his third son.

Before, Ying Wutian had tried the Heavenly King Army and made guesses. But neither of them wanted to invite Ying Wuming. First, Ying Wutian thought that Ying Wuming's mind was unpredictable based on his attitude in the previous two times. Secondly, Ying Pei also had his own ideas. He had experienced many games with Jiang Fan and learned to be cautious. He hoped to keep Ying Wuming as a one-in-a-million retreat.

But no matter what, he didn't expect that Ying Wuming would still get involved, and as an opponent, which made him so angry that he vomited blood.

At this time, Ying Wutian also came back, his fist with black air collided with Ying Wuming's left palm, but there was no sound, because his fist was pressed down and caught by Ying Wuming's palm.

Ying Wutian and Ying Pei were injured, and Ying Wuming actually carried two people at the same time without losing the upper hand, and the three of them were deadlocked.

"Wuming, do you know what you are doing!" Ying Wutian was furious, like a madman.

Ying Wuming's eyes were clear and calm, and he whispered: "Father, big brother, let's go, if we don't leave, it's too late."

Ying Wutian laughed wildly and angrily: "You come to help him, come to help him deal with us? How did he bewitched you? I knew you were untrustworthy, damn it, I should have killed you first!"

Ying Pei was also inexplicably angry: "You destroyed everything for your father, you rebellious son, why do you do this, why do you do this!"

Ying Wuming suddenly dragged them to the side, and the true essence burst out when he landed, shaking away many soldiers, and said in a deep voice: "Big brother, father, You really can't win, he knew all your plans from the beginning--"

The two were shocked, but the next moment Ying Wutian gritted his teeth: "Bullshit! You have other plans, if not, you turn against us now, we join forces, are you afraid that Jiang Fan will not die?"

Ying Wuming sighed, shook his arms and bounced the two away, "There is no time to explain, you go quickly, he... he really wants to kill you, everything today is in his plan, go quickly, it's too late if you are late!"

"The difference in military strength is almost the same, I will not lose to you!" Ying Wutian roared.

While talking, suddenly a strange piano sound rang out, followed by a shocked and angry voice: "Demon Queen? Why are you here! What are you going to do!"

Ying Wutian and Ying Pei were startled and turned their heads to look, only to find that countless masters of the Demon Palace were screaming and holding their heads not far away, as if they had suffered an unknown blow. Many strong men were slaughtering them, and Jin Fazhi's formation was completely messed up.

The two were horrified. What was going on?

Seeing this scene, Ying Pei suddenly turned his head and stared at Ying Wuming, his face livid: "You didn't lie to your father?"

Ying Wuming waved his hand and slapped away several soldiers who came to kill him: "No, don't hesitate anymore, there is no time, go! Go!"

Ying Wutian was furious and wanted to swing his fist, but was suddenly pulled by Ying Pei.

Ying Wutian roared: "Father, what are you doing, we haven't lost yet!"

Ying Pei's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Ying Wuming: "I believe you, let's go!"

"Father, are you crazy?" Ying Wutian wanted to break free.

But Ying Pei held him tightly: "Quick, rush to help your uncle, withdraw our people, and try to preserve our strength!"

When Ying Wutian was stunned, he was dragged back by Ying Pei. Before leaving, he gave Ying Wuming an extremely cold and deep look.

"What should we do with Sikong Yu?"

Jin Zhifa said in a deep voice as he looked at the increasingly obvious defeat in front of him.

Ying Wutian knew that the situation was over at this moment, and suddenly gritted his teeth and stared at Sikong Yu who was still fighting fiercely: "Abandon him, let him hold it, we will go, lead the troops directly back, and seize Zhiyutang while Jinji Mountain will not be on guard against us!"