I really don't want to lose the country

The little Qilan country actually wants to launch an ambush, so go ahead and dream.

If I don't teach you a lesson, I really think I can go to heaven.

Soon Ding Chunqiu, Li Yuanfang and others found themselves at the foot of Fenguan Mountain.

The crowd is divided into four directions.

Fired almost simultaneously.

The inner strength is released outward, and the fire is blown up the mountain.

The fire was raging, and the smoke was billowing, rushing up the mountain.

The Qilan people who were ambushing on Fenguan Mountain were choked by the thick smoke.

They covered their mouths and noses and said, "What's going on, where did the smoke come from?"

"Damn it, go down and have a look!"

Moreover, under the protection of a group of masters, King Lan did not feel well.

After a while, the person who went down to see the inspector ran back.

"King, the big thing is not good. The mountain is on fire. The fire is fierce and it is burning towards the mountain!"

"What? Who set the fire, which direction is there no fire now, which direction should we go down the mountain!"

Saying that, King Qilan was about to leave.

The messenger said with a mournful face, "My lord, there are fires all around, and they are all burning up the mountain. We... can do it, but we can't run away!"

"What? You bastard!" Qi Lan Wang kicked the man away.

Looking at the mountain with thick smoke billowing all around, he gritted his teeth and said, "Forcibly cross the sea of ​​flames and let me go down the mountain!"

"Come on, protect the king down the mountain!"

Qi Lan's masters rushed in one after another, wielding their swords and clothes one by one, driving away the smoke.

Forcibly rushed down the mountain.

There are countless Qilan soldiers in the back.

Rather than waiting to die on the mountain, it is better for King Zhong to forcefully descend the mountain.

Besides, King Lan and the others are easy to say, they are guarded by a group of masters who can split the smoke.

The ordinary Qilan soldiers in the back did not have this treatment.

One by one was fumigated.

I can't breathe.

Finally fell to the ground.

Foaming at the mouth, or fainting.

"Open!" The smoke is easy to talk about, but the sea of ​​fire is difficult to deal with.

The masters of Qilan Kingdom tried their best to split the flames and clear a path.

Use inner strength to isolate the fire.

However, some people still couldn't resist and were left behind after being burned.

Then it was engulfed by the fire, rolled on the ground, and screamed terribly.

"King! Help me...help..."

Moreover, there are fewer and fewer masters around King Lan, and those with low force are gradually eliminated.

In the end, there were only masters above the second rank left.

And each of them is painful.

His face was blackened.

And Lan Wang is not much better.

But fortunately, finally broke out of the flames.

"Ahem... Wang, we finally came out alive!"

Someone said happily.

Qi Lan Wang heard the words and looked back, only to hear the shrill screams coming from the mountain from time to time.

That was the magic sound of the [-] army being swallowed by the fire.

Thirty thousand troops.

And King Lan couldn't cry out when he was in pain, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Looking at the only eighteen black people around him, he felt like dying.

Once the fire poured out the elite of Qilan Kingdom.

This is the foundation of Qilan Kingdom.

This is Qilan Kingdom...

"king!"

Qi Lan Wang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body went limp and fell down.

But not dizzy.

The masters around him hurriedly caught him.

"I'm fine, come back quickly!" King Qilan knew that the fire was strange, so he waved to leave.

At this time, a strange cry sounded.

"Jie Jie... I want to leave at this time, isn't it a bit late!"

On a tree opposite, Ding Chunqiu's figure stood on a branch.

On the ground floor, there were also more than a dozen masters of Da Zhou costumes.