A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The devilish national master was extremely proud, and his arrogant laughter shook the earth: "It's useless, a mantis trying to stop a chariot is vulnerable!" But his voice was still echoing in the air, and the vortex he had created was reflected back after the light bubble burst. The speed of the reflected vortex was amazingly fast, more than twice as fast as when he created it. The national master's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment, and he had no time to react. Come here

The whirlpool hit him hard, and with a dull "bang" sound, the national teacher's mountain-like body shook violently, and he retreated seven or eight steps.

If there were no tall and dense forest behind him, he would have collapsed in disgrace. The Imperial Master had an expression of disbelief on his face, his mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Shuangyue hurriedly recalled the Moon Wheel and took it in her hand, with an expression of joy that could not be concealed. Everyone was in an uproar, exclaiming: "Sikong Zhuzhi, you are amazing!"

"Master, Second Master is really great!" The soldiers were even more excited, shouting: "The Crown Prince is mighty, the Crown Prince is mighty..."

At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became heated, and people seemed to see the dawn of victory. Some soldiers waved their weapons excitedly, with excited smiles on their faces.

The Imperial Master felt ashamed, and his eyes were red with anger. He did not expect that he would be defeated by his own power. He roared: "All of you go to hell!"

The sound was like thunder. In an instant, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and a strong wind blew through the forest. The wind howled like countless ferocious beasts roaring, making it impossible to open your eyes.

Everyone was blown back by the strong wind, their clothes rustling and their hair dancing wildly in the wind. Some people covered their eyes tightly, while others tried to keep their bodies steady, their faces full of fear.

The entire battlefield was in chaos, as if doomsday had come. Under the raging wind, leaves fell one after another, dust flew all over the sky, and the atmosphere on the battlefield became more tense and terrifying.

Some small stones were blown up by the strong wind and hit the ground with a "bang bang" sound, as if beating the war drums for this fierce battle.

The Imperial Master's eyes widened in disbelief. How could such a powerful man not be able to defeat these ant-like beings in front of him? The Imperial Master had learned his lesson. He no longer attacked rashly, but only used his moves.

His hands were waving wildly in the air, like a mad demon dancing wildly, and a violent wind was instantly generated. The wind was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, whistling and sweeping over, blowing up a sandstorm that filled the sky. The sand and dust were like thick curtains that made it impossible to open one's eyes.

The howling wind slammed violently against the tightly closed door. The old wooden door creaked under the impact of the wind, as if groaning in pain.

The carvings on the door trembled slightly in the wind, as if they could be destroyed by this powerful force at any time. The door knocker also swayed uneasily, making a crisp knocking sound, as if telling people about this fierce battle.

The Imperial Master's thighs, as thick as pillars, jumped and shook vigorously from side to side. Every time it jumped, it was as if the earth was shaking, and the people on the ground were bounced out of the ground.

Some people fell to the ground, their faces filled with fear, struggling but unable to fight back. The wrath of the Imperial Master instantly rushed towards these people, his eyes wide open, his palm swung violently, a strong palm wind like a sharp axe, whistling and slashing, as if to instantly kill all these people.

Wherever the palm wind passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. The sand and stones on the ground were rolled up and flew everywhere like countless bullets. Deep cracks appeared in the places hit by the palm wind, as if the earth was afraid of the power of the national teacher.

Sikong Yan's eyes flashed, and his body moved as fast as lightning, the corners of his clothes rustling in the wind. Concubine Wan frowned, waved her hands, and a soft light emanated from her.

The light was like a veil, slowly covering everyone, as if providing them with a layer of protection. Xiao Sanlang raised his eyebrows, swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy was everywhere. The sharp sword energy was like a silver dragon, roaring in the air, rushing towards the national teacher.

How could they let the Imperial Master succeed? As long as one person fell from the sky and lay on the ground, they would immediately reach out and use their internal force to suck the soldiers over.

The imperial master's palm hit the ground fiercely. With a loud bang, a large pit more than ten feet deep appeared on the ground, and dust flew everywhere. The flying dust rose slowly like a mushroom cloud and filled the air.

"Damn it! I didn't even hit any of them and they rescued them!" The national teacher was furious, which aroused his anger even more.

Xiao Sizhe keenly discovered the weakness of the national teacher. Although he was extremely tall, like a giant, his movements at this moment were much slower than usual.

This is undoubtedly his fatal weakness. Xiao Sizha's eyes turned and he suddenly thought of pepper spray. In the room where they slept, pepper spray was always ready. He was secretly happy, and he turned his steps and shouted loudly: "Oh, I'm so scared! Run away!"

As he said this, he was like a nimble rabbit, and he quickly went into Qingxin Yaju to get the chili water. After all, no matter how powerful a person is, his eyes are extremely afraid of chili water!

The Imperial Master thought that he had scared Xiao Sizhe away with his awesome power, and he laughed wildly with pride: "Haha...are you scared now? It's too late!"

His laughter was like thunder, shaking the ground and making it impossible for people to stand. Sikong Yan, Wan Fei, Shui Qinglian, Xiao Sanlang, and Lu Bu floated on the ground, keeping their bodies parallel, looking firmly at the imperial teacher. Their expressions were serious, as if they were brewing a counterattack.

Only Han Mingguang, who had no martial arts skills, held tightly onto the tree trunk, a look of pain on his face, his body unstable and almost falling down from the shock from time to time.

He, a master archer, couldn't shoot an arrow in this situation. Seeing Han Mingguang in such an embarrassing situation, the national teacher couldn't help but smile smugly, and that smile was full of sarcasm: "Han Mingguang, it seems that you love to show off the most."

The Imperial Master stomped on him several times, each time with great force. Under the impact of this force, Han Mingguang fell to the ground, looking very embarrassed.

The Imperial Master laughed strangely, stomped his feet and cursed: "I want to see you show off! I want to see you show off! Ha ha ha ha..."

Sikong Yan's eyes turned cold, and he waved his arm. A powerful internal force surged out and sucked Han Mingguang over.

At this moment, Xiao Sizhe shot out of the house like a meteor. He was carrying something on his back, and he was flying at an incredibly fast speed, heading straight for the Imperial Master. "Brother!"

Sikong Yan shouted, and shot forward like an arrow. The door shook violently behind Xiao Sizhe, as if it was also nervous about the fierce battle. The door hinge made a creaking sound, as if cheering for everyone.