"The foreign tribes in foreign countries must be brought back!" The officer's shout of a full breath directly exposed their original intention.

Yin Kexi, with blonde hair and blue eyes, said rudely: "So it was for us." Xiao Xiangzi and Nemoxing both sneered and did not speak. King Jinlun continued to be expressionless, and Darba had already pulled out a big pestle and stood beside the master, looking alert. Only Huo Du continued to press A Fei and was squeezing A Fei. The group of people didn't care much about the crowded A, B, C, and D. amid the shouts, A Fei's painful moan was very obvious.

"It hurts so much!"

This was not his pretending, because it really hurts. At this moment, A Fei kept cursing in his heart. Hu Tiehua clearly said that those NPCs were not very good at martial arts, but why was he just slapped by the person who looked like an officer, and his whole body was hurt now? Is such a person not very good at martial arts? No matter how much A Fei said, it was not a mediocre hand. Although his palm technique was average, his strength was still very strong. The man easily avoided A Fei's attack, and then hit A Fei's chest with a back palm, knocking him away.

Although it has a bit of an acting element, it is undoubtedly a small blow to A Fei who wants to perform. Any NPC has such skills, so how can players survive?

"Grandma, this NPC cannot be disguised by that boy Chu Liuxiang!" This thought flashed through A Fei's mind.

At this time, the Song soldiers had already started to act with the King of Jinlun. In an instant, there was a shadow of swords. Most of them were created by the Song soldiers and their gang. The three Mongolian heroes and the King of Jinlun were masters in the NPC, so naturally they would not take action as soon as they came up. Therefore, the burden of fighting against these Song soldiers fell on Huodu and Darba first.

Darba was born with divine power, and the huge pedestal dance in his hand was full of wind. He stopped most of the Song soldiers alone. Huo Du still took a small route, holding an iron fan in his right hand and drilled around among the few people. Suddenly, a pointing technique was used, and a Song soldiers shouted and retreated. However, the Song soldiers were more successful than the number of people, and there were also experts like officers to press the formation. Seeing that the brothers could not even take over the two worst enemies, the officer shouted loudly: "Change the formation!"

The Song soldiers agreed together, and suddenly shuttled back and forth, and it turned into a team of seven people, turning into two teams to fight each other. This change of formation caused a big change in the situation. Just after a few moves, Darba had already groaned and staggered back. He was stabbed twice on his body. Huo Du's martial arts skills were a little higher than Darba, but he only supported two more moves, and he was also stabbed into the wrist with one shot, and even the fan almost fell to the ground.

This time, not only the three Mongolian masters, but even the King of Golden Wheels also lit up. A Fei forgot to cry out in pain and opened his eyes wide. He found that although the formation of the seven-man team seemed chaotic, the few people walked in moderation, and they interspered one after another, which was obviously an extremely clever combination. The combination of these seven people was against the enemy and approached and retreated as if they were one person. This was simply a fight between the seven people. Although Darba had divine power, he did not have enough changes. How could he be invincible?

But his move finally caught Darba and Huo Du off guard. The two of them were stabbed at the same time as they raised their hands and groaned. Huo Du jumped away like they were burned by fire, but Darba bit his teeth, and the big pestle in his right hand moved to his left hand, and actually blocked the Golden Wheel Dharma King without taking a step back. But no matter what, he couldn't stop the remaining two swords, and could only watch the sword light float to the master behind him.

"Master, be careful!" Before he could finish speaking, a strong wind blew up behind him. But when he saw the sleeves of the Dharma King bulging, two sword lights crashed into the sleeves of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, making a strange metal chirping sound. Under the sound of the wind, there was no scar around the Dharma King, and he shouted: "Good sword technique", and then slapped out with a palm.

This time, he used the real Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, which was so powerful that it was unparalleled in the world. The officer was still two or three meters away from him, and he felt that his breathing was not smooth, and his internal strength was suppressed. He knew that this move could not be taken over, and the one who could face the tough guy in the world was not only Guo Jing, Yang Guo and others could do their best. He gave himself excellent martial arts skills, but he did not dare to compete with the five-stunning figures. So he chose to avoid the edge for a while and stumbled outward and exited lightning. However, the King of Golden Wheel was too strong. The officer was finally swept by the strong wind. He retreated halfway and his body tilted and staggered out.

The Dharma King slapped out his palm and forced the officer to retreat, then stepped forward and thumped two more palms. However, these two palms were not against the officer of the Song Dynasty, but against the two seven-star groups that were casting the seven-star formation. The first palm was slapped out, and the seven people on the left fell one after another, and Xiao Xiangzi retreated in a low body. The second palm was slapped out, and the seven people on the right were tilted, but the Nemo star suddenly disappeared, and it was not affected by the palm storm. He was good at Indian yoga and was very good at this kind of skill in drilling the ground.
Chapter completed!