: 1085, Qinglong Military Division

"First suspend the transition." Ding Hao ordered.
Because he saw that there were densely-fetched feathers in the distant sky, and the doorway was opened in the distance. The endless stream of the Yu national army was generally killed. It was obviously decided to whiten. The so-called military division of the king is to be killed.
"kill!"
The young man with long purple hair has a long gun like a dragon, and a shot of it has been shot. Hundreds of fire dragons have risen to the sky, and they have swept into the army of the Yu nationality. During the time, countless feats of the feathers fell like a dumpling.
"Protect the military!"
Hundreds of patrol masters also rushed into the block to stop the army.
It is obvious that the people on the silver-broken flagship are very important to them.
It is a pity that despite the bravery of hundreds of people, the difference in the number is really too big. There are more than half of the patrol masters in the blink of an eye. This scene is very tragic. Every patrol master chose to blew himself before he died. I have to change a few enemies.
"Oh, damn, kill me!"
The young man with long purple hair roars, just like the tigers stepping into the flock, relying on one's own strength to fight against the tens of thousands of flocked Yu army, trying their best to delay the time of the army's pursuit, obviously is to fight for the silver flagship time. .
call out!
The flaming red arrow blooms in the sky.
This is the request for help from the White King.
However, it is obviously too late, and only two patrol teams nearby are coming in the first time, but they are only a hundred people, and it is difficult to resist the crazy Yu army.
"The military master is going fast, I am dragging this bunch of chop!"
If the purple-haired long-haired young man is crazy, he is injured in many places, but he will not die. He wants to delay the time. At this time, a young and powerful young fan with black and white wings is turned into a stream of purple. Young red-haired young man, don't give him a chance.
Ding Hao’s eyes fell on the ruined silver flagship.
The hull was broken and there was fire everywhere. But on the top of the ship, a gray-haired old man sat quietly in a wheelchair and commanded the sergeant to fight fire.
This old man should be the military sergeant of the white king Wang Jun, but he seems to be the lower body, sitting on an inscription rattan chair, the rattan chair is floating, his knee is covered with a blanket, can not automatically walk, face Clear, like the sharp lines of the knife, a pair of eyebrows like a giant knife hanging over the eyelids, the eyes are long and straight like a knife, the whole person has a kind of violent murder.
The strength of this old man is not high, and it seems that he has barely reached the realm of the great martial artist, not yet congenital.
A little girl with a pink face and a jade is quietly standing next to the old man, and it looks like she is less than ten years old. But in the face of such a dangerous situation, she is not at all scared. There is an adult who has Very rare calm, gently kicking the old man.
A flash of lightning flashed through Ding Hao’s mind.
This girl, he has seen it.
It was the beautiful little girl who was in the arms of Mu Tianyang who was in the crowd on her wedding day.
Ding Hao seems to be aware of what.
at this time--
boom!
A violent burst of energy bursts.
Just watching a figure was blasted out. It was a young man with a long purple hair. His body was almost broken, and the pistol in his hand had already broken. He coughed blood in a big mouth, but there was an amazing battle in his eyes. Meaning, roar, you have to rush up...
But in the next moment, a white sword light passed by him.
call out!
Hey!
At that time, hundreds of plum masters were directly smashed by the Jianguang, which was sturdy to the extreme, with rain and feathers splashing.
The purple-haired long-haired young man glanced and looked back subconsciously.
I saw the young man in Tsing Yi on the top of the sail.
Hey!
A white stream of light came from the tip of his finger, and in the next moment, it turned into a white sword light of several kilometers long. When it crossed the void, it instantly broke into the army of the Yu nationality, like a red hot iron inserted into the tenderness. In the cheese, the plum-like army of the tide is suddenly cut into a gap!
Good strength!
It’s incredible!
Duanmu Hui, a young man with long purple hair, was smashed by the earthquake.
The strength of this realm is not what he can imagine.
Unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, it was this person who was treated as a spy person to turn the tide.
"Who is the opposite? Why is it bad for me to be a royal girl?"
The six-wing black-and-white winged strongman who had shot before, screamed at this time, in order to be able to kill the most terrible think tank under the White King’s sorrow, and he had already won the victory. He did not expect to suddenly kill an extinct comet. It seems to be a bad thing.
Ding Hao stood in the ship and said nothing.
Hey!
A line of Jianguang flashed out between Ding Hao’s thoughts and turning.
This sword light is only a faint silver light, but after a few meters of shooting, it will soon become a huge sword of several kilometers long, the emptiness in the void, the snow fluttering, as if it came to the winter in a flash. All the strong beauties feel that the limbs are stiff, and the terrible giant swordsmanship is like a sickle that cuts wheat, and instantly harvests countless creatures!
In the void of hundreds of miles in a time, Jianguang was born and killed, and the coldness was pressing, just like the field of swords that died in the Jedi.
"Damn, who is it? Can you dare to leave your name?"
The black and white six-winged beggars roared, and he determined that the comet that was suddenly killed was not the white king. The intelligence showed that the strength of the white king himself was just the same.
Ding Hao still speaks.
call out!
A strong sword is silent and silent.
The black and white six-winged feathers were aware of what changed, their face changed, but they did not react. They only felt a cold between the necks, and then the whole head was suddenly and silently smashed, and the six wings behind it became ten. Two cuts, flying dragonfly, instantly smashed invisible.
The psychological defense of this sub-family army collapsed instantly.
The man standing on the opposite side of the ship did not say a word, but it was as if he could not resist the silent killing of God. He underestimated thousands of Han nationality army, and even their commanders were killed in an instant. Let the Yu army have an illusion that this Tsing Yi man is simply invincible.
The Yu army has had differences, some of them are scared to retreat immediately, and some have rushed to revenge for the commander...
But no matter what, the Jianguang, which is in the air, will not hesitate.
Jianfeng does not leave people.
In an instant, thousands of sergeants were shackled.
The last courage in the heart of this sub-family army has completely disappeared.
They fanned their wings and turned and fled.
......
Qinglong sat on the suspended rattan chair and looked at the Tsing Yi man with a little surprise.
So terrible strength.
This is the first time he saw someone can raise his hand and suppress the nearly 10,000-claw army, including a black and white six-winged Yushu commander, and the huge swordsman who continually emptied out of the sky. Unbelievable sharp attack.
This strength is absolutely a god.
A young and powerful can stand side by side with the White King.
If you can draw this person to become the assistant of the White King, then the forces of the White Army can go out of Zhangzhou, and it is not a problem to control the Sixty-seven States. It can shelter more Terrans and realize their ambitions and ambitions.
"I know him."
Liu Xiao, a little girl around her, suddenly opened her mouth.
"Oh?" Qinglong’s eyebrows shrugged.
"He is the enemy of Mu Gege." Liu Yu drunk very seriously. "But in the North, many people are willing to follow him and fight for him. His influence in the Northern Region is very great, far beyond Mu Gege. The influence of Tushen."
Qinglong’s eyebrows moved again.
It turned out to be the case.
No wonder the strength is so terrible, to suppress a large army with one person, how can such a young person be a nameless generation? I still want to draw him before, it is a bit naive. It is said that the king of white robes is also born in the northern domain, no wonder his strength, will be forced to go to the Middle Kingdom, the original opponent is so extraordinary.
In the heart of Qinglong, there is a hint of excitement.
The more powerful his opponent, the more excited he is.
This is also why he can be a disability from a congenital situation, and in such a short period of time has become one of the reasons for the most trusted think tanks and aides of the White King. What he has suffered in the past 50 years, let him He has developed a calm and almost cruel mind, and he can almost see all the people's minds. The life of dozens of different experiences has made him have excellent talents in layout and leadership.
In this world where the strong is respected, sometimes wisdom can change a lot.
These thoughts flashed in the mind of Qinglong, and the thoughts of Ding Hao were no longer there. He sat on the wicker chair and arched his hand to Ding Hao in the distance. He said loudly: "Thank you for your help, Qinglong Grateful."
far away.
Ding Hao did not chase down the Yu army.
When I heard the sound coming, Ding Hao bowed his hand and thought that the name of Qinglong was a bit special, but it was not in the heart. In fact, at this time, Ding Hao had already guessed out who the so-called White King was.
"Duan Muhui had many offenses before, but please forgive me." Duanmu Hui, a young man with long red hair, is bloody, stunned in the void, and his attitude is extremely sincere.
For him, even if he is to pay for life, he must guard the Qinglong military division. Since Ding Haoli has turned the tide, it is necessary for him to kneel down.
Ding Hao also appreciates this loyal young man, but since the other party is a white king, he will not have him again, the road is not thankful, and ordered the Yuanfan to start a transition, one layer in the void. The space was swaying, and the Yuanfan was plunged into the shackles and disappeared without a trace.
"Hey? Going so fast?" Duan Muhui was a little bit sorry: "I still want to invite him to visit the city."
"You can't move him." The blue dragon slashed like a knife in the eyes, flashing a hint of warmth.
"Ah? The meaning of the military division... Do you know him?" Duanmu Hui said differently.
Just then, another light and cold voice came: "I know him."
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