Chapter 437： : Blood Warring States

"kill!"

With the order of Nanhao, tens of thousands of garrison troops roared and rushed to Mujia, and the momentum was rampant.

Mu Mu disciples saw two methods of breaking, some showed the color of despair, and some also took the determination to die.

"Mu's sons, Mu Jiasheng died in a moment, as long as he can hold an hour to wait for the second to bring the army to the city, the final victory will belong to my Mu family!"

Mu Chen stood in front of the gatehouse, and more than 3,000 Mu family armed disciples had already been waiting.

"Mu Jiajun! The battle will win!"

"kill!"

Mu Chen screamed and took the Mujia disciple to rush to the Guards.

"kill!"

Two people, one more than one less, rushed together, shouting and killing, and screaming, and this battle, the whole family of Nanling is concerned.

"kill!"

The Yuandan strongmen around Nanhao also rushed out and killed the Mujia disciples.

"Fire and Sword!"

Lu Chuxue holds a red long sword, a slap in the air, and the squatting force is rolling, and the sword body emits amazing flames.

I saw her smashing out of the sword, and Zhang Xuanjian entered the crowd. More than a dozen Mujia disciples were miserable and killed by the sword.

"Da Yuanzhang"

Shangguan Xiong screamed and gathered in the palm of his hand, smashing down to the bottom, a yellow palm thrust descended from the sky, and a palm carrying a huge wind pressure smashed out.

"Ah, escape!"

A Mu family disciple was shocked and horrified, and the surrounding Mu family disciples fled.

Hey!

This palm fell on the earth is a sway, the palm of the attack broke into a radius of tens of meters, and 13 Mu family disciples were directly shattered by the visceral body.

"cut!"

Another Yuandan strongman held a large knife and opened a big match in the crowd. Where the blade passed, the Mu family disciples were all headed down or split in half.

More than a dozen Yuan Danqiang rushed into the Mu family's disciples, causing the destructive power to be astonishing. The general Mu family disciples couldn't even get close to them.

"Fire Lion!"

Mu Chen roared out with a punch, and the fire lion roared and rushed into the Guards.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

A sound blasted, the armor of the Guards, which was hit by the punching force, was broken, and the body exploded directly. It kicked more than a dozen garrison troops. Mu Chen’s body swayed, and a hand knife stalked the Yuan Yuan and rushed to the two. The Guards, the two men instantly landed.

Mu Ye roared, holding a sword, and slammed it out. He directly cut off a garrison gun and killed the man directly.

Hey! Hey!

Two steel guns stabbed him. He stepped on his foot and jumped out with a knife. Two knives smashed out and killed the two directly.

"Roar"

In the crowd, there is a young boy with a height of two meters, a portable knife, and a fist in the hand to open a big match in the crowd. A punch and a violent amount can blast people into pieces of meat, and they will smash through them. No one has resisted the explosive power.

"kill!"

More than a dozen garrison troops roared, and the long guns angered the mad mad, Mu mad did not hide, and endured the long gun stabbed on the body, a knife swayed, a row of human heads were cut down.

The rifle stabbed on him, like a thorn on steel, did not penetrate into the body.

Mu screamed, stepping on a foot, hitting a cavalry immediately, and the horse screamed and flew more than ten meters away. The horses were all killed by a violent violent amount.

He was inaccessible, and he opened up in the chaos, and his fighting power was amazing.

&bsp;&bsp;唰!

A golden sword light flashed, the squadron's scorpion shrank, and there was a blood mark on his neck. The head fell and a white figure passed by him.

"Phantom Sword!"

This white-dressed boy was so powerful that he even reached the realm of Yuan Dan. A sword pierced the air and dozens of golden swords stabbed.

"Hey!" Hey! ”

"what"

More than a dozen people were stabbed by swordsmen. Some people screamed and were killed on the spot. Some people were lying on the ground mourning, the wounds were black, and an amazing toxin poured into the body.

Bai Ziyue’s sword does not stop, and the sword must be a piece of corpse to the bottom, and the sharp sword is filled.

Three Mu family disciples were divided in the battle, and were stabbed by seven or eight guards. The three men roared and rushed in three directions.

Hey!

A Mu family disciple crossed the sword and a guarding soldier landed, but then a long rifle pierced his chest and passed through.

"kill!"

The Mujia disciple roared, his mouth vomited blood, his body went forward, and the long gun slid through the body. He swung a sword and killed one person. Then another gun was stabbed into his body. He was mad.

The three killed five people and died on the spot.

Fighting, killing, blood splashing, knife soldiers colliding, swordsman into the bones, the roar of the soldiers, constitute a battle overture.

After the Yuan Danqiang killed another seven or eight people, he did not find that a Mu family disciple was facing him with a special bow in the distance.

Hey!

A smashing arrow turned into a golden thorn to the Yuandan strong. This Yuandan strong 罡元护护身 was directly shot through, and was shot through an body.

He widened his eyes and looked at the arrow on his body, spitting blood.

"Fujian!"

"kill!"

Three Mu family disciples around him quickly rushed out and killed the Yuan Dan strong.

The arrow on this raft is a symbol of the third-order ruined pattern. Each one is precious and worthy of money. It can kill the strong Yuan Dan.

This Mujia disciple killed a Yuandan strongman, and under the protection of several people, quietly passed to another killing Yuandan strongman.

"Destroy!"

However, this is a cold drink in the sky, Lu Chuxue descended from the sky, a Jianguang kills this bow warrior.

The two horses were killed, but the Mu family was obviously at a disadvantage, and the death and injury were heavy.

There are tens of thousands of garrison troops, and there are only three thousand armed disciples.

There are more than ten people in the Nanhao side, and there are only four or five people in the Mu family. The difference in strength is too great.

Not long after, Mu’s disciples lost thousands of disciples, and Mu Chen led the remaining two thousand disciples to be surrounded by a group of people.

When fighting here, everyone has already smashed their eyes. Mu mad has a wound on his body. He is bloody, and there are no fewer than 100 people who die under his hand.

Bai Ziyue usually has no seriousness, but at the moment he holds the sword, he is like a peerless swordsman. There is only a sharp edge in the voice, only the sword, the sword in his hand does not know how many people have blood, and there are many more on the body. Scars.

Kong Yan is a woman. At this moment, she is also murderous. Her hands are red with blood, her clothes are broken, and there are many wounds on her white skin.

"Today, I want to let the Mu family fly away and kill!"

Nan Hao roared, leaving nearly 10,000 Guards as the tide flooded the two thousand.

"Today, no one can destroy my Mu family!"

At this time, there was a roar in the sky, and the figure came through the sky.