Hong Huang: Please, don't let me break the battle

It's as miserable as it needs to be.

"How about it?"

Niu Daode said flatly: "I told you that you will have bloody disasters, and you will. Do you believe me now?"

"puff!"

Nezha and Jinzha, who were struggling to recover from their injuries, spat out a mouthful of old blood angrily at the words.

This wicked cow has morality.

If you don't pretend to be aggressive, you can die!

"Bull morality!"

Yang Jian let out an ear-piercing scream, his eyes were red, his face was ferocious, and he rushed towards Niu Daode.

"What is the ghost called?"

Niu Daode snorted coldly and said, "You also want to have a bloodbath?"

"I……"

Yang Jian is so angry, I am bloody, your sister, he really wants to use a three-pointed two-edged knife to scrape Niu Daode, but unfortunately, the battle has always been a draw.

It made him depressed, aggrieved, and more helpless.

It's a tie again!

Yang Jian didn't even bother to fight anymore. With a big hand, a huge claw condensed in the void, grabbed the seriously injured Nezha and Jin Zha, and left.

"Keep my booty!"

Niu Daode directly hit the claws of the void with a hammer.

Yang Jian's face was ugly, knowing that Nezha and Jin Zha could not be rescued today, he clenched his fists tightly and left with a grievance.

Niu Daode didn't stop him either, he picked up the sledgehammer and spoke lightly.

"Tell Jiang Ziya!"

"I like to exchange my trophies, the trophies I want, I can exchange them with pieces from Buzhou Mountain!"

Chapter 20 You Ask for a Hammer, I Naturally Want to Swing a Sledgehammer

"The spoils?"

These three words made Yang Jian's body stop, his face was livid, his fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently.

This is so humiliating!

It is shameful enough for a dignified three-generation disciple of Chanjiao, a disciple of a sage, to be defeated.

Now it is more like goods, as spoils of war.

This is a great humiliation to them, and it is also an insult to Chanjiao.

This cow morality is too bastard!

Yang Jian wished he could blow up Niu Daode now, but unfortunately, he couldn't help Niu Daode at all now, snorted coldly, turned and left.

Ne Zha and Jin Zha, who were seriously injured and fell to the ground, vomited blood angrily.

It's too bullying for this bully to treat them as trophies.

Before they could resist, Niu Daode cast a spell to tie them up, and with a big wave of his hand, he put away the bazooka, Hot Wheels, Qiankun Circle and other spiritual treasures.

A reminder message sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Kill Lei Zhenzi, and you will have three feet of Huang Mang's luck!"

"Kill Huang Tianhua, unleash Huang Mang's luck!"

"Defeat Nezha's luck, burst out a ten-foot dragon's luck, and inherit his son of luck!"

"Defeat Jin Zha's luck, burst out a ten-foot dragon's luck, and inherit his son of luck!"

"Battle Yang Jian, burst out 3000 years of mana, and the big array rewards [-] kilometers!"

Niu Daode didn't read the message, he carried a sledgehammer in one hand and them in the other, and walked towards the formation.

....

Outside the big array.

The two armies are facing each other.

Each held a knife hilt and looked at each other coldly. The atmosphere was very depressing, and there was a tendency of swords being tense.

Wen Zhong was worried about Niu Daode and hoped that he was fine.

Jiang Ziya looked relaxed, looked at Wen Zhong and said, "Wen Zhong, Niu Daode will die today, no matter who comes, he can't save him, let alone you."

"Wait Yang Jian, Nezha and others killed Niu Daode."

"The next one is you!"

Wen Zhong's face was sullen, his hand holding the golden whip was tightened, and he didn't speak.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing this, Jiang Ziya didn't take it seriously, and said with a light smile, "Wen Zhong, you are a rare and handsome talent, it would be a pity to kill you."

"I'll give you a chance!"

"As long as you lay down your weapons and join Xiqi!"

"I can convince King Wu to make you a national teacher and enjoy endless glory and wealth!"

"Why waste your life for Yin Shang!"

He still appreciates Wen Zhong, otherwise he would not persuade him to surrender.

"Pooh!"

Wen Zhong poohed at Jiang Ziya, and said coldly: "Jiang Ziya, you caused trouble yourself, left your brother Song Yiren and ran for your life!"

"Causing his family to be killed, you are almost a despicable villain!"

"I heard that Zhong was deeply favored by the emperor, he was grateful and righteous, how could he learn from such a treacherous and shameless person like you?"

"Even if I die in battle, I will never surrender!"

For Song Yiren, Jiang Ziya was the last thing to mention, it was a black spot in his life.

Now that Wen Zhong talked about taking it out to ridicule himself, Jiang Ziya couldn't calm down anymore, and said with a cold face: "Hmph, good words are hard to persuade, damn it."

"I wanted you to live a little longer, and I will kill you after Niu Daode is dealt with!"

"Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!"

"It just so happens that my teaching disciples need to survive the catastrophe, and it's just right to have you!"

"You can die at the hands of my apprentice, you are also good luck!"

"Wei Hu!"

After the words fell, a big man walked out from behind Jiang Ziya, and walked out with the Demon Subduing Pestle in his hand.

Just as Jiang Ziya was about to order Wei Hu to kill Wen Zhong, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, feeling that something important had happened.

what's the situation?

Jiang Ziya pondered for a while, but couldn't come up with a reason, shook his head, and ordered Wei Hu to kill Wen Zhong.

Wei Hu was holding the subduing magic pestle, just about to make a move.

There was movement in the formation.

A figure walked out of the formation, holding a three-pointed double-edged knife in his hand, with angry eyes, and came between the two armies.

"Senior Brother Yang Jian!"

Seeing Yang Jian, Wei Hu shouted joyfully,

Wen Zhong, Jiang Ziya and the others all looked towards the field when they heard the words, and they happened to see Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian came out?"

Wen Zhong saw Yang Jian, but didn't see Nezha, Jin Zha, Lei Zhenzi, and Huang Tianhua.

Finished!

Nezha, Jinzha, Lei Zhenzi, and Huang Tianhua didn't come out. Could it be that they really made up for Niu Daode?

Is Niu Daode really dead?

Wen Zhong's heart was bitter, and he stopped to teach another uncle to die tragically.

On the other hand, Jiang Ziya watched Yang Jian walk out, but Nezha and Jin Zha didn't come out, so he thought everything was under his control.

"Yang Jian did a good job!"

Jiang Ziya was in high spirits, and praised Yang Jian.

In the rear, a group of soldiers and generals were all grinning. Niu Daode finally died, which was really joyful.

Wen Zhong sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and didn't want to look at the proud faces of Jiang Ziya's disciples.

"Uncle Master!"

Yang Jian's face was full of bitterness, his mouth twitched, and he sighed, "Master, I didn't win Niu Daode!"

Not much sound.

Like a thunderstorm, it sounded in Jiang Ziya's mind, the smile on his face froze, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Yang Jian didn't come down, Niu Daode?

How can this be?

"what happened?"

"I can't beat Niu Daode. In the big formation, no matter how I fight, I will be tied with him!"

"what?"

Jiang Ziya frowned in disbelief.

Yang Jian is a golden fairy, how can a golden fairy be tied with a real fairy?

A bit too far-fetched, right?

Jiang Ziya still didn't believe it, or didn't want to believe it, and said, "Nezha, Jinzha, Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua, where are the four of them?"

Yang Jian said bitterly, "Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua has been beheaded by Niu Daode!"

what?

Are Lei Zhenzi and Huang Tianhua both dead?

Jiang Ziya and others felt the roar of the sea, and some couldn't believe it.

"Nezha, where is Jin Zha?"

Jiang Ziya didn't give up, so he hurriedly continued to ask.

Before Yang Jian could speak, a flat voice suddenly came.

"Here I am!"

The familiar voice made everyone suspicious and turned their heads.

A young man in white clothes and white hair, with a flat breath, like a mortal, walked out of the formation with a sledgehammer in one hand and the collars of Nezha and Jinzha in the other.

Bull morality!

Many people exclaimed, some were pleasantly surprised, some were astonished.

"Uncle Niu is not dead?"

Wen Zhong heard the exclamation, opened his eyes and looked, and his eyes widened.

real or fake?

They all thought they were dazzled, so they rubbed their eyes and continued to look.