"Brothers, Brother Xiao sacrificed his life for his country. We must avenge him?" Yang Yong shouted and charged forward with Zhang Zishan. Two White Lotus Sect members came towards him. They were stabbed by each other, and their heads were raised and they fell to the ground. Bright red blood was sprinkled on their battle robes, necks, and faces.

The soldiers of the Fang family were excited by the bright red blood. When they saw Zhang Zishan and Yang Yong's heroes in front of him, they were immediately inspired. Everyone shouted. Although they had been exhausted after killing for most of the day, the blood in their bodies was churning, but they also rushed forward with a knife.

Although there are quite a few people in the White Lotus Sect, it can be seen that everyone rushed over like a wolf or a tiger. They usually make small fuss and have never seen the real battlefield. Now that they see the other party fighting so hard, many people are beginning to be afraid.

As a result, many people were killed by the Fang family army. They were overwhelmed with grief and screamed everywhere. The bright red blood was flowing all over the ground, dyeing the mansion outside the Fang family red.

"Brother Xiao - Brother Xiao - are you still alive?" Zhang Zishan slashed two soldiers of the White Lotus Sect and shouted in the crowd, his voice anxious.

"Okay, Zhang Zishan, I treat you very well on weekdays, so you curse me to death?" Xiao Yun's voice came in the crowd.

"Hehe, are you not dead?" Zhang Zishan's eyes were sharp, and he had already seen Xiao Yun sitting on the ground. His body flashed and he jumped over.

"Who said I was dead?" Xiao Yun rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"I'm not dead, what did you do just now?" Ah, and you still fell to the ground!" Zhang Zishan also rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"My day, I've been fighting all morning. I can't sit and rest for a while?" Xiao Yun said with a rough temper.

"Dadays, I thought you were invincible?" Zhang Zishan smiled and seemed extremely happy.

"Go to you!" Xiao Yun cursed, jumped up, waved his knife and shouted: "Brother Yang, today we three musketeers have a big fight?"

Seeing that Xiao Yun was not dead, Yang Yong was extremely happy. With a big sword, he killed a White Lotus Sect member who was coming to the ground. He reached out to touch the blood on his forehead and nodded, "Okay, I'll kill you today!"

"Okay, kill!" Xiao Yun roared, and the moon-killing sword rushed with a strong wind, and then killed several White Lotus scholars on the ground in the blink of an eye. Yang Yong and Zhang Zishan looked at each other, and Yang Yong said, "After fighting for so long, Brother Xiao has such a brave skill, is it really admirable?"

Zhang Zishan smiled proudly and said, "No need to say, this is my brother!"

"Hehe, not bad, not bad!" The two shouted and rushed away.

Xiao Yun has a strong martial arts skills and strong internal strength. He has already danced the Moon-Slaying Sword into an airtight wall, which has entered the center of the White Lotus Sect. It is quite enlightenment that if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell.

The eight methods of killing the moon were unfolded one by one, and the swords were everywhere. The heroes were invincible. After several people were killed, none of them could walk through two moves under his fierce sword. Yang Yong and Zhang Zishan followed closely behind. The three of them were back to back, like tigers entering a sheep pen, fighting at will, no one could stop them, and they really felt invincible.

"Haha, please feel free, please feel free!" Yang Yong waved his big sword, and laughed loudly while killing. His voice sounded like thunder. He heard it in the ears of the White Lotus Sect, but he felt extremely frightened, afraid that the laughter would appear in his ears.

Fang Xing, who had been watching on a hill, obviously Wang Qingshan did not expect that these 5,000 people would have such tenacious combat power. From the morning to the present, the White Lotus Sect, which had a 30,000 army, did not take any advantage without half of the casualties. Even the door of the Fang family's mansion entered. This was beyond his expectations. Seeing the combination of Xiao Yun, Yang Yong, and Zhang Zishan, the "Three Musketeers" in his army, he was so angry that he hated: "I am not finished with you, the last one!"

"Young Master - are you?" Seeing Fang Xing turn over and get off the horse, take a scimitar from the hands of a White Lotus Sect, and rush up.

Wang Qingshan was shocked and hurriedly grabbed him and said anxiously: "Young Master is the commander of the army. How can you take risks? If there is a mistake, what should you do?"

Fang Xing let out a cold voice, his eyes looked at Xiao Yun, who was invincible on the battlefield, and he shouted loudly, "What should we do?"

Wang Qingshan glanced at the battlefield. Although the Fang family had few troops, everyone was fighting for life. Most of the 30,000 White Lotus Sect was eaten by 5,000 soldiers. This was really beyond his expectations. Moreover, Xiao Yun was yelling about the three musketeers, and he was still fighting without hesitation. If this momentum could not be stopped, even though the White Lotus Sect Sect was large, it would be a defeat.

Thinking of this, Wang Qingshan gritted his teeth and said, "As the head coach, it is not easy for a young man to take risks. Besides, the young man is responsible for the grand career of the photovoltaic master. You must not have any trouble. Is this a matter better? I hope to save some momentum?"

"How can you do it? The martial arts of Xiao's surname is unfathomable. I don't want to let you go. You are not his opponent?" Fang Xing said worriedly.

Wang Qingshan felt a little moved, and he smiled and said, "Young Master is satisfied with how you can love your old slave so much. For the sake of your grand career in the future, why should you die if you die?"

"Lord of the King?" Fang Xing shouted.

Wang Qingshan smiled and said, "Young Master, don't worry, the martial arts master is very powerful, but I've been fighting for most of the day, and I think I've come here too. Moreover, the old slave is not fighting head-on with him, just to mobilize the morale of the soldiers. Isn't it certain whether I die or not?"

Fang Xing frowned and glanced at the battlefield. The White Lotus Sect was forced by Xiao Yun and the other two, and retreated step by step, without any strength to fight back. If he allowed this momentum, it would be hard to say that he could enter the Fang family's mansion, even if he could guarantee ten thousand troops.

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, I'll ask the Lord of the King!"

Wang Qingshan nodded, bowed with fists, tilted his feet, and shouted behind him: "Follow me!"

With Xiao Yun's temporary organization of "Three Musketeers" rushing into the enemy formation and fighting at will. The soldiers of the Fang family behind him depend on each other with the Six Flower Formation. Although the number of people is small, they are still hard to distinguish from the White Lotus Sect and are not at all inferior.

When the three of them were yelling, they suddenly heard someone shouting, "Brothers, they have no strength anymore. Everyone will follow me to kill. The final victory must be ours? Then you will be thousands of households, hundreds of households, money, and beauties. Come on, brothers, fight with me?"

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Chapter completed!