The Bad Man was nearly dead at the beginning and was picked up by Yang Shuzi and taken home

After about a quarter of an hour, the flagpole, which was wrapped in his internal strength, killed more than 800 Liang soldiers.

Finally, it could not withstand the repeated violent impacts and shattered after breaking the spear of a Liang army soldier.

"Huh~" Anton Jun looked at the flagpole in his hand that was broken into small sections, exhaled, and threw it away with a "pop" sound.

Although blood was flowing under his feet at this time, his clothes were still in blue, and everything that had just happened had not stained his clothes at all.

He looked at the group of Liang soldiers with an expressionless face. The aura of one man actually frightened thousands of Liang soldiers.

When the Liang soldiers in the rear saw that An Dongjun no longer had the flagpole in his hand, they immediately re-formed themselves and slowly pressed towards him with spears in their hands.

But only the soldiers in the front row still had some rationality. Was Anton-kun's great power just now due to the flagpole?

It must not be!

It must be because he is strong. The flagpole is strong only in his hands.

So even though he no longer had the flagpole in his hand, the soldiers at the front were still trembling with fear.

The movement speed was very slow, and it could even be said that it was being pushed forward by the people behind.

At this moment, what they were thinking in their hearts was, "Don't push it. If you want to go up, go up by yourselves!"

But obviously the Liang army in the rear did not think so much and continued to push them forward.

"What time is it?"

Anton-kun spoke again out of the blue.

Zhu Youzhen would no longer underestimate him. After all, he could kill more than 800 of his soldiers with just a flagpole. He would not think that he was overestimating his abilities.

Now his expression had become serious, and he waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to inform him.

"Your Majesty, it is already three quarters past noon!"

Hearing this, Anton-Jun quickly pulled out the soft sword wrapped around his waist, and then split the sword into two.

Using his inner strength, his feet were like the wind, and the toe of his shoes just lightly touched the ground. His figure flashed, and he crossed a long distance as if teleporting.

When he came in front of a Liang soldier, with a "swish" sound, the iron armor was cut off along with the flesh and blood.

The soldiers couldn't see his movements at all. They could only feel a dark shadow flash past them. Then they watched their bodies break into several pieces. Finally, they lost consciousness forever.

At this time, Zhong Xiaokui, who had been beside Zhu Youzhen, looked at An Dongjun, who was completely unstoppable by the Liang army, with a solemn expression on his face.

Before she started fighting, she had no idea about Anton Jun's skills. Now she only felt that this man's internal strength was far superior to hers.

She also realized that Anton Jun's martial arts should focus on speed, and if this group of Liang soldiers did not have a general to command them, and did not know how to set up formations and coordinate, they would have no way of stopping him.

So he just watched the battle from the side, ready to take action at any time.

At this moment, she saw Anton Jun rushing into the crowd, creating a blind spot that blocked her movements. She knew the time had come for her to take action.

His legs paused slightly and then he stomped hard.

As the ground shattered with a "bang", she swung her left arm, turned her palm, and two streams of dark water with the sound of breaking through the air came towards Anton Jun from the blind spot of his sight.

Anton Jun's ears trembled slightly. He turned slightly and swung his sword across, cutting off a Liang soldier behind him and throwing him over there.

But the dark water thread actually penetrated the body of the dead Liang Jun directly. He failed to react in time and was just brushed by the back of his left hand by the dark water thread.

After feeling the pain, he naturally lost his strength and the sword fell to the ground.

Anton Jun was panic-stricken and hurriedly tried to pick up his weapon, while Zhong Xiaokui saw it all and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Li Xingyun also saw this scene, and his heart inevitably tightened. He unconsciously wanted to get up, but the pain from his shoulders made him sober up instantly.

He immediately understood his situation and realized that he was the culprit who caused the senior brother to come alone, so he could only clench his fists.

Zhong Xiaokui on the other side naturally would not give Anton Jun any chance. He jumped up and leaped towards Anton Jun, and released two strands of dark water from his right hand at the same time.

Feeling the attack, Anton Jun quickly retreated, but at the same time he immediately turned around and adjusted his body shape in time, using another soft sword to kill the Liang army that blocked his way.

This seemed a little strange to Zhong Xiaokui. It seemed that he was... afraid of death?

It seemed like he was disguising himself, but thinking of the group of villains in Tongwenguan and the fact that this was a godsend opportunity, he didn't want to miss it, so he was careful when he attacked again.

"呲呲......"

Zhong Xiaokui's dark water silk did not hit Anton Jun, but instead pierced the bodies of the dead Liang soldiers.

But she also used this as leverage to pull that end directly, increasing her speed and swinging herself over.

After arriving, he promptly retrieved the Nether Water Silk, tied it to a spear, threw it directly at Anton Jun, and then continued to kill Anton Jun following the spear.

At this time, Anton Jun's mouth curled up slightly, "I've taken the bait, but it's not enough."

So while he was fighting forward against the Liang army, he once again slightly turned sideways and narrowly avoided the spear thrown by Zhong Xiaokui.

Then he ran towards a relatively intact wall of a house in the front and side, and Zhong Xiaokui also hurriedly followed.

But after that, Anton Jun's body suddenly turned, and the Illusion Sound Technique started to work. He faced the wall with his legs, slightly bent, and stomped hard.

"Oh!"

And at this moment, the wall exploded instantly with a thunderous sound.

The place where he landed stirred up a strong gust of air, which scattered fragments and killed dozens of Liang soldiers who wanted to surround him.

At this time, Anton Jun's speed was different from before. He used the Illusion Sound Technique with all his strength and borrowed the force of the wall. His speed increased several times more than before.

Zhong Xiaokui had difficulty seeing his movements in the first place, and now she was even more unable to react. She couldn't even catch a glimpse of his afterimage.

But the moment Anton turned his head, he instinctively wanted to raise his hand to block, but it was of no avail.

Because Anton Jun had already come in front of her, and changed his fist into a palm, and hit her directly at the intersection of her hands with the internal force of the Fantasy Sound Technique.

"You're welcome!"

Just like that, the two people's physical contact was only for a moment, and the sound of the collision just rang in their ears.

Zhong Xiaokui's small body was like a red meteor, smashing deeply into the chariot.

The sound of the wall breaking, the sound of her body hitting the chariot, and the sound of Anton-kun hitting her mixed together, and the speed was so fast that it felt like the three things were happening at the same time.

The chariot was knocked back several feet by this blow, and then it broke apart with a "crackling" sound, with pieces of wood flying everywhere.

Zhu Youzhen's body also lost its balance and fell straight to the ground, buried by the broken pieces of the chariot and the golden dragon throne.

"His Majesty!"

The guards were panicked and rushed into the ruins to start searching.

But after just a moment, one of the chariot wreckages suddenly exploded, fragments flew everywhere, and a yellow figure jumped out from it.

At this time, Zhu Youzhen's hair crown had fallen off, and only a golden hairpin was still hanging diagonally in his messy hair. His clothes and face were covered with dust, and his eyes were red as blood.

He could no longer suppress his anger and killed a guard who came to rescue him with one palm.

He no longer cared about the gambling game, and roared loudly with inner strength in his voice:

"Come on, kill him!!!"