Regardless of the dissuasion of the deputy vice-presidents, the words were so defeated and fearful of fraud, and they went deep into the direction of Xuanyuan’s high emperor camp.

Iron and gold flying, dazzling in the sun.

The defeat of the defeated army, Tianchen seems to have almost dispersed as a disc.

Long horses rushed, the Southern Songs coach took a ride, and rushed up toward Xuanyuan's camp.

One arrow put down the iron and gold tiger flag that symbolizes Xuanyuan's battle flag. The Southern Song Dynasty coach screamed: "Heavenly King, he was killed."

On one side, the horse was cut towards the half-closed camp.

With a knife, the camp was instantly cut open, and there was nothing in the air. There was nothing in the sky.

The coach of the Southern Song Dynasty instantly took a look.

"Booming and banging." Just in the Southern Song Dynasty, the coach of the Chinese army suddenly screamed in a dull, but deafening drum sound.

The vastness and chilling, with a compelling majesty of the air, with the wearing of the vast Hehe military.

The drums are moving and the world is discolored.

Just in the moment when the drums sounded, the iron flag flew.

The team was listed in an orderly manner, wearing a black armor of Tianchen, who had already fled and did not know where to go to the Tianchen Terracotta Warrior, holding a long gun, and the situation was distinct.

The black pressure is a piece of it, and it looks almost invisible.

The coach of the Southern Song Dynasty immediately scored a horse, and his face changed. So he was like a soldier. It was like the heart of the people who escaped and fled.

"Well, it’s counted." The Southern Song Dynasty deputy saw the situation in front of him, and his face suddenly changed, and he screamed out.

"Retreat, the coach retreats." The other pair will immediately yell out.

The iron is very strict, and they overlap and overlap. The murderous has already covered the sky.