Da Bong fights more people

[So we must make a detailed plan. 】

At dusk, Zhuo Haoran pulled up his trousers and got out of bed, and looked at the handsome young man who was dying and his anus and intestines were severed. It was obvious that he couldn't survive, and he could be saved by consuming some precious medicinal materials and elixir.

It's not worth wasting medicinal materials and elixirs just for a pariah captive.

There are many other handsome boys like this in the barracks.

And even though Zhuo Haoran doesn't have a taboo, he usually likes to sleep with women, and occasionally he will change his taste when he gets bored.

In his eyes, the handsome young man was just a toy that was thrown away once it was used up.

"Trash, not even a bitch."

Zhuo Haoran hung the saber on his waist and took a sip.

At least women don't give up after playing once.

Looking at the slender boy's body on the bed, Zhuo Haoran thought of Xu Qi'an's cousin for no reason, the handsome young man who made him suffer a lot and was almost punished by military law.

Red lips and white teeth, bright eyebrows, that skin is more colorful than most of the women he has seen.

"Hey, if I have the chance, I would like to taste him. Tsk tsk, insulting Xu Qi'an's cousin is more touching than sleeping with Xu Qi'an's woman."

After the capture of Songshan County, Zhuo Haoran's revenge was avenged, and he no longer hated Xu New Year so much.

When the murderous intention disappears, the lustful intention comes.

He believes that the benefits of capturing Xu New Year are far greater than killing him. There are many good-looking generals in the army, and he would be happy to visit Xu Qi'an's cousin.

Zhuo Haoran came to the table and drank the strong wine in the jug, feeling refreshed.

Thirteen days later, the surname Xu died without a place to be buried, and the Yunzhou army captured Yongzhou again. In this way, the overall situation of Yunzhou's taking over the Central Plains is a certainty.

Oh, and the female emperor, one day when the army invades the capital, she will definitely become the target of the Yunzhou army.

"Which city will be slaughtered next?"

Zhuo Haoran looked at the map on the stand and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, in the military tent, a clear light flashed, and six figures appeared like ghosts.

In the middle is a figure in white clothes, and the teleportation array slowly retracts to his feet.On the left is a young woman in light armor and a scarlet cloak, and a handsome young man in a robe.

On the right is a blue-clothed swordsman with a strand of white hair on his forehead; a handsome young man holding a bronze mirror; a burly, middle-aged monk with a bitter hatred.

Yang Qianhuan, Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen, Li Lingsu Zhuo Haoran's pupils shrank, and their related portraits and materials appeared in their minds.

Except for Xu Xinian and the bald monk whom he didn't know, these people were all fourth grade.

How did they achieve such precise teleportation without any hesitation, Zhuo Haoran didn't need to charge his legs, he turned into an afterimage and rushed out of the military tent, shouting at the same time:

"enemy"

The voice stopped abruptly, the collar tightly wrapped around his neck, the saber at his waist was unsheathed automatically, and angrily beheaded his master.

The objects in the military tent smashed at Zhuo Haoran with "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, pong".

The next moment, all these sundries were blown away by the aura of a fourth-rank martial artist. Seeing that Zhuo Haoran was about to break through the military tent, Xu Erlang flipped his wrist and pointed the Heavenly Mirror at Zhuo Haoran.

Zhuo Haoran's figure was reflected in the bronze mirror.

His body froze, unable to take another step.

Li Miaozhen and Li Lingsu's yin gods were separated, and the brothers and sisters joined hands to rush towards this martial artist known for his bloodthirsty, and at the same time stretched out their palms to Zhuo Haoran's chest.

Violent force!

Zhuo Haoran's primordial spirit was immediately shaken out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, the flying sword on Chu Yuanzhen's back came out of its sheath, piercing through Zhuo Haoran's primordial spirit with a "swoosh".

Heart sword!

The primordial spirit, which was already half illusory, became increasingly bleak.

Zhuo Haoran's primordial spirit immediately sank after carrying the sword, trying to return to his physical body.

But at this time, a gleam of golden light had already swept over the front of the body, and Master Hengyuan, who was covered in gold lacquer, lunged and twisted his waist, raised his right arm back, and punched out.

boom!

Zhuo Haoran's head was blown into a watermelon on the spot, and the bones and flesh splattered.

Yuanshen could no longer return to the physical body, so he had to ascend quickly, trying to escape from the military tent.

However, the yin gods of Li Miaozhen and Li Lingsu grabbed the legs of Zhuo Haoran's primordial spirit at this moment, preventing him from escaping.

For the fourth rank of the Daoist sect who specializes in cultivating the primordial spirit, a martial artist without a physical body is just an ant at will.

call out!

Chu Yuanzhen's flying sword turned back and pierced through Zhuo Haoran's primordial spirit.

The fourth-rank martial artist let out a silent, shrill scream, and then disappeared.

The members of the Tiandihui cooperated tacitly, and with the help of magic weapons, the whole process did not exceed five breaths.

Yang Qianhuan said lightly:

"gone!"

"and many more!"

Li Miaozhen quickly glanced at the dying young man on the bed, saying:

"Take him with you!"

Yang Qianhuan didn't object, and stepped on, the teleportation array enveloped the crowd, leading them to disappear into the military tent.

A few seconds after they left, two armored generals rushed into the tent, one carrying a copper hammer and the other holding an epee. Their eyes swept away, and they all looked at Zhuo Haoran's corpse outside and the sundries scattered everywhere.

"died"

The general carrying the copper hammer said in a deep voice:

"From the time we noticed the movement to the time we rushed over, there was only three breaths, and Zhuo Haoran had no power to fight back."

The two looked at each other with horror and fear in their hearts.