A Fenglongyu without a master is completely different from a Fenglongyu with a master.
If this group of people really cast a net, then Fenglongyu is Xi Yue's only escape route. They absolutely must guard Xi Yue's last retreat.
The face of the ancestor of the Feng family became more and more ugly.
These Zhenwei troops are so brave, it seems that they are not afraid of death at all.
Moreover, most of them also use a very strange formation, 30 people form an formation, control hundreds of Cangming Army soldiers, and they can easily strangle the Cangming Army, even the generals of Jin Danqi , is also unavoidable.
Qi Shan, who had been watching the excitement and enjoying the smell of blood and the scene of the massacre, finally became impatient at this moment.
Stepping forward, he looked contemptuously at the ancestor of the Feng family, "You can't handle a mere 100,000 rubbish, hmph, no wonder your Feng family will be wiped out by the whole family. Trash!"
The face of the ancestor of the Feng family turned blue and white, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.
Qi Shan stepped forward, looked coldly at the brave soldiers on the battlefield, and said with a sneer, "Since you are all so fearless of death, then I will grant you all, let me all die!"
It doesn't matter if there are too many people, or if the formation is powerful, a group of low-level warriors in the Qi refining stage and the Foundation building stage are nothing more than a bunch of ants in Qi Shan's eyes.
The spiritual power in Qi Shan's hand slowly gathered, and soon, a blue flag flew into the air, and the evening wind blew past, making a strong sound.
Qi Shan waved his spiritual power towards the blue banner, and a tornado gushed out from the banner in an instant, roaring towards the direction where the Zhenwei army was concentrated.
Zhenwei Army, who had originally set up a strangulation array to kill the enemy, suddenly felt a gust of wind and waves, and his body was forced to be involved in it, followed by bursts of severe pain that cut the skin.
Screams and roars resounded in the valley, and the tornado that rolled from the blue banner became bigger and bigger, engulfing more and more Zhenwei soldiers.
Blood spurted out little by little from the tornado, staining the sky red, and it looked like a cloud of blood mist spinning rapidly.
Chen Guang watched his soldiers being tortured and slaughtered, his eyes were red with anger, and he rushed towards Qishan with a roar, "I will fight with you!"
However, Qi Shan didn't even look at him, a contemptuous smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth, and a small spiritual force hit Chen Guang's head.
Although it is just a piece of spiritual power thinner than chopsticks, if it hits Chen Guang on the head, it can explode his head instantly.
Zhou Yan'an roared loudly and ran over, "Chen Guang, you are crazy, come back quickly!"
However, it was too late, Chen Guang's head was about to be hit by that spiritual power.
Suddenly, a dragon chant came from the distant sky.
Immediately afterwards, a huge golden dragon descended from the sky with its tail swung, and breathed out a mouthful of dragon's breath. A bigger tornado engulfed the storm covered in blood mist. After a while, the two hurricanes subsided.
The Zhenwei Army soldiers who were caught in the eye of the wind also fell to the ground unharmed.
Qishan's complexion changed several times, his eyes were fixed on the giant dragon that was holding onto Chen Guang and slowly fell to the ground, and he murmured after a while: "Golden flying dragon, it turned out to be a golden flying dragon, why is there such a mythical beast in Miluo Continent?"
But soon, Qishan's attention was on the other side, and he could no longer care about this rare beast that would have excited him so much.
Because on the back of the golden flying dragon, he saw a beautiful young girl.