I built a fairy city in troubled times

Chapter 35
Xia Ming led the army towards the Beimang Central Army camp. Under the cover of his magical military power, no one paid attention to him.

Until it was close to the side of the camp.

It also completely revealed its fangs.

At this time, a general from Beimang was leading his soldiers and guarding the food and baggage. This place was close to the Chinese army, and the large rebels outside did not pose any threat to him.

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, a trace of envy appeared in his eyes.

It would be great if he could also participate in the war. Maybe his military merit could be increased by one level.

And just when he was thinking this, he saw a group of people coming towards him.

In his eyes, this is an army from Bei Mang. He doesn't know what the other party is doing here instead of going to the battlefield at this time.

Could it be that the commander was worried about himself and sent reinforcements again.

When I thought of this, I was ready to ask.

But just as the cavalry was approaching, he saw a sword coming towards him so fast that he had no time to avoid it.

The golden blade grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, and then he felt pain in his neck, and then he lost consciousness.

At this time, Xia Ming's magical power also dissipated after he launched the attack.

The soldiers behind him all showed their true colors.

Black smoke swept in.

In an instant, they rushed into the baggage camp of the Beimang army.

At this time, the surrounding soldiers reacted, with incredible looks in their eyes.

In their eyes just now, it was clearly a team of their own people coming to support them, but after they got closer, they suddenly turned into enemies and even killed the general.

But now it's too late to think about it.

You can only raise your weapon to deal with the enemy in front of you.

However, facing the charge of Xia Ming's cavalry, they had almost no power to fight back.

In an instant, everything was washed away.

"How brave!" At this moment, an angry shout came from the supply camp.

Then, a figure flew out. This person was wearing a red robe and holding a golden sword.

He is two meters tall and has a beard all over his face.

It turned out that in addition to arranging the army, Tuhun also sent a master to take charge of this heavy supply camp. He could become the commander-in-chief of a party. He was indeed a rough and tumble man, and he was not a simple person.

Judging from the cultivation level of the person opposite, I am afraid that he has reached the peak of the second level of Qi Entrainment.

Xia Ming stared at the other person with his eyes and said nothing.

The war horse continued to charge forward, and when it was about to get close to the Beimang master, its body flew out, and it was actually a few minutes faster than the war horse.

The person was in mid-air, the long knife had been raised, and he was slashing towards the opponent with the force of a mountain pressing down on him.

The golden blade left an afterimage of more than ten feet.

Reflecting the entire battlefield.

"Boom!" When the sword fell to the ground.

There was no one in front of Xia Ming.

The majestic Beimang master just showed up and was chopped into ashes by a knife.

This scene also alarmed Tuhun. When he looked in the direction of the supply camp with his strange eyes, his eyes almost bulged out.

"Stop him for me!"

The sound was like the roar of a tiger.

In an instant, several figures around him rushed out.

Xia Ming looked at the Beimang masters flying toward him, and said calmly to Zhang Mu and others, "Look for the Beimang grass, take them all away, and burn those that can't be taken away!"

"Yes, Lord Marquis!" Zhang Mu responded and began to lead people to search for supplies in the supply camp.

As for Xia Ming, he stood there, waiting for the arrival of Beimang's master.

The armor on his body was surrounded by blood mist, and drops of blood dripped down the armor leaves.

The long knife in his hand was dragged on the ground.

Facing the powerful men who were getting closer and closer, his eyes boiled with fighting spirit.

The rebel generals from all sides who were fighting fiercely had strange expressions in their eyes after seeing this scene.They didn't know that the men and horses who rushed out from here were so powerful.

People from the Song family are the closest to Xia Ming and the others.

At this time, the eldest elder of the Song family stared at the Beimang masters who were flying towards each other, and made a solemn voice: "Beimang priests, their cultivation is above the second level of Qi entrainment, they are definitely masters. It seems that this We were reckless once, and Tuhun didn't attack us with all his strength!"

His face showed horror, even despair.

Lonely Feng looked at Xia Ming. Although he was proud, he also knew that if he faced the attacks of so many Beimang masters, he would probably only suffer from hatred.

Chu Qinghuan's attack became more and more fierce. She wanted to step forward to support him, but the Beimang general on the opposite side was too strong and she could not get rid of him for a while.

At this time, Xia Ming was approaching as the Beimang masters approached.

At this time, he also moved. The long knife in his palm reached back, then rounded it and slashed it horizontally.

The golden sword instantly hit a priest who was flying through the air.

The opponent holds a copper ring and is ready to block him.

"Bang!" But the moment he collided with Dao Gang, his arm was shattered by the Gang Qi, blood mist flew, and the person fell to the ground.

Then, Xia Ming flew up and kicked another priest.

A bright light flashed on the combat boots.

A priest who was just about to land was kicked right in the chest.

The powerful force directly penetrated the opponent's entire chest and abdomen, causing blood mist to splash, as if someone exploded in the air.

The remaining priest was frightened by the scene in front of him and turned around to leave.

But it was already too late. A fallen war spear was sucked into Xia Ming's palm and then thrown out.

The spear tip rubbed against the air, and sparks burst out.

It penetrated directly through the back of his head.

In just a few breaths, three powerful sacrificial masters were killed.

Xia Ming's ferocious power made everyone on the battlefield tremble with fear.

At this moment, Zhang Mu also walked over and whispered in his ear, "Master Marquis, all the wild grass has been found!"

"Burn the baggage camp and follow me to kill Tuhun!"

After Xia Ming finished speaking, he got on the horse again.

Zhang Mu turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Burn the baggage camp!"

When the order was given, torches came out one after another at this moment.

The entire baggage camp instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

When all the knights gathered around Xia Ming, he stared at the handsome flag.

The war horse rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Smoke billowed from all around.

The deputy general standing next to Tuhun had solemn eyes.

Directly wave the command flag in your hand.

"Whoa!"

A group of iron shield soldiers stood in front of Xia Ming and the others.

On the other two sides, there were also elite cavalry rushing towards them.

Although the number of these cavalrymen is not too large, each one is wearing heavy armor and has strong energy and blood.

Behind Tuhun, four sacrificial masters appeared again at some unknown time.

Obviously, this time they took action and brought enough experts and trump cards.

Only at this time did the rebels from all walks of life know.

This Beimang army did not show its full strength when fighting with himself and others.

At the same time, I was shocked that the person who attacked the handsome flag was someone who actually made the Beimang Army take him so seriously.

At this time, Xia Ming had gradually approached the Iron Shield Soldiers.

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