"Mr. Lang."

"What's the matter?"

The old thief's voice trembled a little, "Lang Jun, look..."

Yang Xuan turned his head and looked.

The thieves are running at high speed.

What's terrible is that there are hundreds of them.

Wang Zhong and others arrived. He tried his best to regain his breath and ordered: "Destroy them."

Yuan Xiao smiled and said: "This is the Bianjing Forbidden Army. It only takes one attack to defeat these thieves, but your envoy is a little more anxious."

The three hundred accompanying cavalrymen rushed forward bravely and proudly.

In an instant, he was submerged among thieves.

The screams were endless.

Each of the cavalrymen was hacked or stabbed to death. The thieves climbed on their horses and cheered.

Yang Xuan looked at the kings and thought of the Chang'an guards who had become watchdogs.

"Is this the Southern Zhou Forbidden Army?"

The faces of all the kings turned pale.

The thieves killed all three hundred cavalry, and suddenly there were many more cavalry, and they all turned their attention.

It's like a group of wild wolves staring at a group of rabbits.

The kings trembled and asked: "Your envoys are very good at fighting. Is there anything you can do to face the current situation?"

"have."

"Please give me some advice."

"Thirty-six strategies..."

A pair of eyes looked at Yang Xuan expectantly.

"escape!"

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Chapter completed!