The Yaowang Valley established by the old guy a hundred years ago still obeyed the old guy's will. When Jiang Fan asked Ying Wuming to send the old guy's cane, they got permission.
This is what gave Jiang Fan the confidence to finally let go of his courage and enter the Worry-free Valley.
But Jiang Fan didn't know that although the mountain road was traversable, it was extremely rugged. Therefore, not all the 150,000 troops were able to arrive at the scene at the same time. This was due to unfamiliar geography, and wars are always full of variables.
But fortunately, Ying Wuming has brought at least 80,000 elites. When they pour down from the valley in overwhelming numbers, everything will be over.
Ying Wutian was shocked. He never thought that Wuyou Valley was not Wuyou Valley, and that someone could actually cross over to Yaowang Valley.
"Who is he?" The ferocious Sikong Yu's face was completely distorted into a monster, roaring crazily.
Ying Pei stared at the tall figure leading the way, blankly for a long time, his eyes filled with endless anger.
"why why why!"
Ying Wutian also noticed the iron-faced war god, and was even more shocked and furious than Ying Pei.
"Wu...King, Iron-faced King! It's you, you damn traitor!"
At this moment, others were completely confused, but their father and son recognized the figure almost at the same time.
It’s Ying Wuming, the third child, Ying Wuming!
He fell from the sky and actually joined Jiang Fan's camp and launched a fierce attack on his own side.
With the addition of this large number of effective forces, the coalition forces that had suffered serious battle losses were immediately thrown into chaos. With the counterattack of the Killing God Army, the battle situation began to reverse instantly.
Ying Wutian almost went crazy looking at the chaos in front of him. He rushed towards Ying Wuming almost desperately, and Ying Pei followed immediately.
"You deserve to die!"
Ying Wutian jumped up and hit the Man in the Iron Mask with the heavy gun in the air, as if venting his endless anger.
Of course Ying Wuming also saw Ying Wutian, but his eyes were clear, and he raised his fist and smashed the big gun.
The thick iron gun on his wrist was smashed directly. Ying Wutian, who was already injured, was invincible and was knocked up into the air by the huge force of the shock.
At this moment, Ying Pei also arrived and stabbed him with a sword.
Ying Wuming transformed his fist into claws, grabbed the sword in his hand, and rolled it into a twist.
Ying Pei held the hilt of the sword tightly, eyes blazing, staring at Ying Wuming: "Why, why are you here! Why are you helping him!"
The father and son met, but it turned out to be such a hostile situation.
The extreme anger made Ying Pei completely lose his calm. The overall situation that he had worked hard to lay out was shattered, and the plan to raise troops to attack Baiqu collapsed. However, he never expected that the most fatal blow would come from his third son.
He couldn't understand, couldn't understand, if eyes could kill, Ying Wuming had been burned to ashes by the anger in his eyes.
Ying Wuming swung his big cloak and flew away more than a dozen close soldiers. He stared at Ying Pei deeply: "Let go... you can't win this game..."
Ying Pei's heart and lungs were broken. These words, this tone, and his eyes were just like Jiang Fan back then, exactly the same!
"The traitor——!" He almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words. At this moment, he also completely confirmed that the Iron-faced King, who was famous in southern Xinjiang, was his third son.
Previously, Ying Wutian had tested the Heavenly King's army and made some guesses. But neither of them wanted to invite Ying Wuming. First of all, based on his previous two attitudes, Ying Wutian believed that Ying Wuming’s mind was unpredictable. Secondly, Ying Pei also had his own ideas. He had experienced many games with Jiang Fan and learned to be cautious, hoping to keep Ying Wuming around. As a retreat for one in ten thousand.
But no matter what, he didn't expect that Ying Wuming would still participate, and as an antagonist, which made him so angry that he vomited blood.
At this time, Ying Wutian also came back to fight, his fist filled with black energy collided with Ying Wuming's left palm, but no sound was made because his fist was pressed down and caught by Ying Wuming's palm.
Ying Wutian and Ying Pei were injured, but Ying Wuming actually carried them both at the same time without falling behind at all. The three of them were immediately in a stalemate.
"Wu Ming, do you know what you are doing!" Ying Wutian was so angry that he looked like a madman.
Ying Wuming's eyes were clear and calm, and he whispered: "Father, brother, let's go. If you don't leave, it's too late."
Ying Wutian let out a sad and angry laugh: "You come to help him, come to help him deal with us? How did he bewitch you? I knew you couldn't be trusted. Damn it, I should have killed you first!"
Ying Pei was equally angry and inexplicable: "You have destroyed everything for your father, you rebellious son, why are you doing this, why are you doing this!"
Ying Wuming suddenly grabbed them and rushed to the side. When he landed, his true energy exploded, sending many soldiers flying. At the same time, he said in a deep voice: "Brother, father, you really can't win. He has known all your plans from the beginning—— "
The two of them were shocked, but the next moment Ying Wutian gritted his teeth: "Fart! You just have other plans. If not, you have defected now. If we join forces, are you still afraid that Jiang Fan will not die?"
Ying Wuming sighed, shook his arms and bounced the two of them away, "There is no time to explain, you should leave quickly, he...he really wants to kill you, everything today is in his plan, leave quickly, it will be too late." That's too late!"
"The troops are almost the same, I won't lose to you!" Ying Wutian roared.
While he was talking, a strange piano sound suddenly sounded, and then a frightened and angry voice came: "Tianmo Enchantress? Why are you here! What are you going to do!"
Ying Wutian and Ying Pei looked shocked and turned to look, only to find countless masters from the Heavenly Demon Palace not far away holding their heads and screaming, as if they had suffered unknown blows. And many strong men are massacring them, and Jin's law enforcement side is in complete chaos.
The two of them were horrified, what was going on?
Seeing this scene, Ying Pei suddenly turned around and stared at Ying Wuming, his face livid: "You didn't lie to your father?"
Ying Wuming waved his hand and slapped away a few soldiers who were attacking him: "No, don't hesitate any more, there's no time, let's go! Let's go!"
Ying Wutian was furious and wanted to swing his fist, but Ying Pei suddenly stopped him.
Ying Wutian roared angrily: "Father, what are you doing? We haven't been defeated yet!"
However, Ying Pei's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at Ying Wuming: "I believe you, let's go!"
"Father, are you crazy?" Ying Wutian wanted to break away.
But Ying Pei held on to him tightly: "Quick, rush to your uncle's aid, withdraw our men, and try to preserve our strength!"
When Ying Wutian was stunned, he was already dragged back by Ying Pei. Before leaving, he gave Ying Wuming an extremely cold and profound look.
"What should I do about Sikong Yu?"
Law enforcement officer Jin looked at the increasingly obvious defeat in front of him and said in a deep voice.
Ying Wutian knew at this moment that the situation was over, and he suddenly gritted his teeth and stared at Sikong Yu, who was still fighting fiercely: "Abandon him, let him carry it, let's go, lead the troops back directly, and seize the Pheasant Yu Hall while Jinji Mountain will not guard against us! "
