A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The Imperial Master looked down at the dwarf like a giant, grinning fiercely. His devilish face made people shudder. His eyes flashed red light, like burning flames.

His voice was earth-shattering, as if it was going to shatter the entire world. "Hahaha, I am invulnerable to swords and guns. It's just a small arrow. Han Mingguang, are you tickling your national teacher?" His voice was full of arrogance and conceit.

The arrows that Han Mingguang shot at him were like those shot into a molten iron plate. The arrowheads immediately twisted and fell to the ground. Han Mingguang's eyes widened, full of shock and helplessness. He bit his lips tightly, his heart filled with resentment.

"Ah!!" Everyone was horrified, with despair and fear on their faces. They had never seen such a powerful enemy before, and they couldn't help but feel powerless.

Some people's legs were so weak that they could hardly stand; some people held their weapons tightly, their palms were full of sweat; some people had pale faces, as if they had already seen death coming.

The national teacher laughed wildly and said, "After dealing with you ants, we will deal with that tyrant. Our country can't tolerate it anymore! This world belongs to me, and I want to change this 'Zong' into 'Meng'." His voice was full of madness and ambition.

Sikong Yan's face became more and more serious. He bit his lips tightly and thought about countermeasures in his heart. There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, as if he was looking for a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

After a moment, he said loudly: "Han Mingguang is right, we can't wait any longer! The bigger he gets, the stronger he will be, and the harder he will be to attack. Let's deal with him together.

It will be much easier if we find his weakness! Go! " Upon hearing this, everyone cheered up, clenched their weapons, and prepared to fight to the death with the national teacher.

The surrounding scene was in a mess, the ground was shaking under the huge body of the national teacher. The wind was howling, making everyone's clothes rustle.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if foreshadowing an impending storm. In this tense atmosphere, everyone's hearts were filled with fear and anxiety, but they also knew that there was no way out at this moment, and the only way to protect their homes and loved ones was to fight bravely.

The ground was covered with gravel and rubble, and in some places there were traces of blood, indicating that a fierce battle had taken place here. The mountains in the distance were shrouded in dark clouds and looked gloomy and terrifying, as if they were hiding countless dangers.

Five or six figures shot out like meteors, so fast that people could hardly see their figures. They seemed to be lightning that cut through the darkness, rushing towards the huge body of the national teacher with a resolute momentum.

Shuangyue's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring closely at the Imperial Master's eyes, whose pupils were like gongs and cymbals. She pursed her lips slightly, her expression focused and determined.

The longbow in her hand was pulled to a full moon, and the tough bowstring seemed to be about to break at any time. Her fingers gently rested on the tail of the arrow, feeling the flow of the wind, calculating the best time to shoot.

A sharp arrow was on the string, the arrowhead flashing with cold light, like a star about to explode. She narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a hint of determination.

With a whoosh, the sharp arrow shot out like lightning, with a sharp sound that broke through the air. The sound seemed like the howling of the god of death, trying to penetrate all obstacles. The arrow body rotated at high speed in the air, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted by it.

Xiao Sanlang's face was stern, like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years. The sword in his hand exuded a cold aura, and the patterns on the sword seemed to be ancient spells, containing endless power.

He gripped the hilt tightly, his fingers turning slightly white from the force. His eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness, as if this sword would surely kill the Imperial Master. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of pride. With a flick of his wrist, the sword flower flashed, and he raised the sword and stabbed the Imperial Master's throat like a dragon emerging from the sea.

The sword was sharp and as fast as lightning, and the speed was dazzling. The sword passed through the air, leaving a silver light and shadow, like a lightning bolt that cut through the darkness.

Xiao Sizhe and Sikong Yan stood side by side, each holding a green sword, the sword blade flashing with cold light, like stars in the night sky. Xiao Sizhe's eyes flashed with excitement, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mischievous smile.

He gripped the hilt tightly, as if feeling the power of the sword. Sikong Yan's face was solemn, and his eyes revealed deep worry. He frowned slightly, secretly thinking of a countermeasure in his mind.

They rushed to the heart of the Imperial Master at the same time, their movements were in unison, as if they were acting as one person. The swords were swung with great force, and they attacked the Imperial Master like a mountain pressing down on his head. The sword wind was whistling, and the surrounding air was oppressed by their sword force, making a dull sound.

Shui Qinglian danced lightly like a butterfly. His robe fluttered in the wind, and every part of him seemed like a dancing spirit. He unfolded the black iron fan in his hand, and the pattern on the fan was lifelike, like a beautiful painting.

There was a hint of hostility in his eyes, as if he was eyeing a bloody prey. With a slight turn of his wrist, the black iron fan was already pointing at the national teacher Shan Tian. The fan was waving, and the wind was like a knife, attacking the national teacher with a fierce momentum.

The fan passed through the air, leaving behind evil arcs, as if writing a magical poem.

Han Mingguang did not stop attacking either. His eyes were focused, like an eagle staring at its prey. The longbow in his hand kept opening and closing, and every time he pulled the bow, he was full of power. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but there was no trace of fatigue in his eyes.

He didn't know where the weak spot of the national teacher was, so he could only shoot randomly at the national teacher, even his buttocks.

The sharp arrows shot out like raindrops. Although they seemed chaotic, they contained Han Mingguang's determination and courage. Each arrow carried his hope, hoping to bring a little damage to the national teacher.

Lu Bu brandished his two swords, the blades flashing, and slashed at the imperial teacher's knees as swiftly as a tiger descending from a mountain. His eyes burned with anger, as if he wanted to completely destroy the demon of the imperial teacher.

His lips were tightly pursed, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly due to the effort. The two swords slashed through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if he was challenging the imperial teacher.

The Imperial Master's eyes widened, and those gong-like eyes flashed with anger. His eyes seemed like two sharp swords, ready to pierce through all the enemies in front of him. A thunderous voice asked in surprise, "You, are not dead? You are not dead!"

His voice was filled with shock and anger, as if he had seen the most incredible thing. His body was shaking slightly, showing his inner rage. The muscles on his face were twisted, as if a demon was roaring.