"Hahaha!"

Zhuge Liang also laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

My heart skipped a beat, and Marshal Zhang felt something was wrong.

"What are you laughing at? I'm so handsome that you don't know it yet!"

Zhuge Liang shook his head slightly and waved the feather fan in his hand!

"Eight Formation Map, Fall!"

With a light shout, the huge Eight Formation Map fell from the sky, and Marshal Zhang and his three million troops were all shrouded in it!

"Yide, Yun Chang, Zilong, you three will come in with Wudang Feijun to enjoy the fun!"

Looking at Zhang Fei, Guan Yu and Zhao Yun, who had already felt itchy behind him, Zhuge Liang said funny.

"Thank you, Marshal!"

After the three of them bowed together, they all stepped into the Eight Formation Diagram.

"kill!"

A loud shout filled the entire Eight Formation Map in an instant.

There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, Guan Yu, Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei, all the way, and no one could take their moves and half-stage.

On the way to charge, there were corpses full of corpses.

Looking back, behind them is a flying army without a chance.

Everyone held a long sword in their hands, naked on their upper body, and rushed towards the enemy like a group of hungry wolf. Wherever they passed, there was no intact corpse.

The entire Wudang Feijun was filled with an unspeakable wildness.

This wildness is extremely terrifying.

It's scary enough to tear everything apart!

However, in the blink of an eye, more than 100,000 enemy troops died and were killed by the flying army. Among them, there were even many imperial soldiers who were proud of by Marshal Zhang. They were the elite soldiers of the Flame Dragon Celestial Dynasty!

But these so-called elite soldiers were half as hard as paper in front of Wudang Feijun, and were easily killed without any resistance!

The power of the gods and demon-level troops is so terrifying!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Soon the enemy soldiers trapped in the Eight Formation Map went crazy. In the darkness, they could not see any light, no vitality, only a dead silence!

They were so scared!

The power of the Eight Formation Map has been revealed on the Holy Mountain of the Human Race. Many of these soldiers have also heard of the power of the Eight Formation Map.

The eight formation diagram at present has not shown his aggressiveness yet, it just traps them in it.

The Tang Dynasty only sent more than 10,000 troops to strangle them, which is enough to prove the Tang Dynasty's strength and confidence.

Besides, the Wudang Flying Army has proved their strength with killing!

They felt that even if their more than three million troops rushed forward, they would probably not be able to hurt Wudang Feijun at all?

Such terrible thoughts flashed through many enemy soldiers.

It's much scarier than having no morale!

This is simply the result of the destruction of the mind and no longer fighting spirit!

"die!"

"Die for me Lao Zhang!"

"Diet people like native chickens and tiles, let me die!"

One shot, one spear, one knife, and three peerless cold lights were freely traveling among the enemy. In just half an hour, all the upper gods in the enemy were killed.

There were only a few of the middle gods left, hiding in the corners, trembling, fearing that they would be found by the three killing gods.

"How is this possible?"

"ah!"

At the center of the Eight Formation Map, when the army was defeated in a straight line, it was no match for the Wudang Flying Army. As they fought, some soldiers even stood there and killed themselves, and they didn't even have the courage to resist!

Is this war still necessary to fight?

It's like a group of devils slaughtering!

"A devil!"

"Oh my God, how could a mere imperial dynasty in the Tang Dynasty raise such a devilish army?"

"This is the heaven that will destroy my Flame Dragon Heavenly Dynasty!"

After a long time, after a little calming down, Marshal Zhang sighed and completely lost his vigor.

There was no trace of anger, there were only waves of depressedness.

"Well, I was killed in this battle, maybe it was a relief. I don't have to watch the destruction of the Wuyan Dragon Heavenly Dynasty!"

"Oh God, how did you offend such a devil emperor dynasty!

While muttering to himself, Marshal Zhang's eyes were red. He held the sword in his hand tightly, stepped forward and rushed towards Zhang Fei among the crowd!

Among these people, he saw Zhang Fei's killing force the most.

I also heard that Zhang Fei was also the main general who refused to fight Tangguan. Putting the new and old hatreds together, Old Marshal Zhang decided to fight to the death!

Even if he sacrificed his life, he would kill Zhang Fei. In this way, this battle would be considered a bit rewarding, right?

As for the Wudang Feijun, he no longer wants to take care of it, nor can he do it. Just relying on the more than 3 million troops who have lost all their morale, he wants to deal with the Wudang Feijun?

Is that a dream?

It's like a joke!

Wudang Feijun slaughtered his army now as simple as killing chickens and sheep. The difference is so great. In fact, there seems to be no difference between resisting and not resisting.

This is the same as God wants to kill people, and ordinary people are powerless to resist!

Of course, some myths and legends are exceptional.

"It's interesting, old man, are you here to find me, Lao Zhang?"

Zhang Fei looked at the old Marshal Zhang who was striking towards him step by step, and a touch of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

Just now, he was thinking about how to eat alone, and killed the old guy named Zhang alone so that he could play with his skills.

I was still thinking about tricks, but I never thought about what I thought about!

This old guy named Zhang came to him by himself. Now his second brother Guan Yu and Zilong have nothing to say, right?

"Hey, second brother, Zilong, you all saw it. I was not going to compete for me with you. It was this old guy who came to me by himself. You can't blame me for Lao Zhang!"

Zhang Fei proudly said to Guan Yu and Zhao Yun.

"Okay, I got it."

Guan Yu smiled helplessly. What can he do if he has such a scoundrel?

There is no reason to talk about something that is not stingy.

Tell him the truth?

I'm afraid I'll be able to piss myself to death!

"oh?"

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed a little, and then there was a touch of playfulness.

"The gentian bright silver, the dragon roar, destroying the world!"

Suddenly, Zhao Yun jumped over, his body like a dragon, his gun was like a ray of light, and the dragon roared, and dazzling light filled the entire Eight Formation Map!

Bang!

With a loud bang, the entire Eight Formation Map seemed to be swaying!

After the smoke and dust disappeared, Marshal Zhang's chest was suddenly penetrated by a spear.

Looking closely, it wasn't the gentian silver spear, so what?

"Junior? Who are you?"

"Ahem..."

At the last moment, Marshal Zhang looked back unwillingly and asked.

"Tang Dynasty, Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong!"

Then, he pulled out the gentian silver spear and with a thud, Old Marshal Zhang fell to the ground in dejection!

"Sorry, Yide, this time, it seems that my gun is faster."

Zhao Yun stroked the spear head gently and laughed.

Zhang Fei’s face is really wonderful now. Anyway, Zhao Yun likes it very much.

It can be considered a failure to make this person lose his mind.

"I'm not angry, I just let you do it. This old guy is old and weak, and his strength is no longer as good as before. What's the point of being proud of?"
Chapter completed!