"Kill...!" The red guards came face to face, holding the blade of Saint grace in both hands.

"Clang, clang...!"

Gold and iron cross Ming, a knife and a sword collide together, Lao li felt such a powerful force for the first time.

As he is a child, and in front of him is an upright and strong man, that kind of feeling, let Lao Li have the feeling of deja vu.

On weekdays, he is the young man, his enemy is the child, but now, the situation is reversed, this kind of feeling, for who, will not be happy!

"Drink Drink Drink...! "

No matter what you think, red guards hold up the blade of Saint grace and chop four or five times.

Every time, Lao Li quit three or four steps. It's not that Lao Li doesn't work hard, it's really that the strength of the red guards is too great!

Jiang Mo's eyes were locked, and the bone blade in his hand was turned, directly around the two sides of the red guards. Jiang Mo saw that it was useless for the red guards who were bound together to fight against them.

You can only spell skills.

But the Red Guard knew his strength and advantage too well. He didn't let Jiang Mo get out of the way at all. The sheng'en sharp blade in his hand slashed directly. No matter you resisted or dodged, he just bumped against you.

Can you touch it? Of course, Jiang Mo knows that he can't, but this guy doesn't care. He sticks to Jiang Mo and cuts left and right. People are not afraid of you. Even if you dare to attack, he will fight with you. I hope you will compare your strength with him. Every time, he will not leave.

When a scholar meets a soldier, Jiang Mo's feeling now is that a scholar meets a soldier. It's an unreasonable way to play. It can't be touched or stopped.

As long as weapons collide, the strength advantage of the other side will appear. If you don't touch the other side, it's better!

At this time, if someone knows Taiji, I don't know if it will be useful, but at present, no one knows Taiji.

Monk, this boy is a half hanged monk, like hard Kung Fu, Taiji? It seems that I can't count on it!

Jiang Mo finally had a sense of technical poverty, no way, in the face of crushing their own strength, Jiang Mo is no move!

Now, he can only be beaten passively, which makes Jiang Mo feel aggrieved.

Jiang Mo took time to take a look at the generals. The result is the same. It's not that there is no one to fight against the guys on the opposite side, such as Guan Yu and Zhao Yun. They may also have failed, and now they are barely fighting.

Hou Yi was even more suppressed. Although he was an archer, he was the most powerful man in the whole army.

He is a man who can open the divine bow. However, Houyi is not a real Houyi although he is also developing in that direction. He has no divine power and special weapons for close combat. He only fights with the red guards with a bow. Houyi is about to lose.

"Ah..."! His grandmother's

Lao Li cursed and leaned back quickly. He was struck by the Red Guard's sword just now, and his left arm was cut off.

"Lao Li!"

"Nothing! Lord, what is our status? It's just a great deal of work! "

Lao Li spoke quickly. He was afraid that Jiang Mo would be distracted by the battle. Of course, Lao Li was right. After all, they were still undead, which was not a big problem.

However, Jiang Mo saw the other side. Niang, Lao Li's bones were strengthened by Shenjing. Only the divine power could hurt them. The strength of these eight people broke through the saint level and reached the standard of the divine level. They could kill the generals!

"All down, now!"

Jiang Mo had to give such an order. Lao Li was just the beginning. Hou Yi, Lao Zhao, monk and Zheng He were relatively weak. Once they were hit in the head, it was over!

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