"The man named Huang sent you two here to die?"
Jiang Ao didn't take Shen Tang and the others seriously.
However, he doesn’t mind having one more precious and rare human-headed tiger made by a fifteenth-level junior. After arranging a place where the head should be washed, he thought about what to do with Shen Tang's head. His study was missing a landscape basin.
Who made Shen Tang's face appear in the eyes of the most demanding YanGou? Jiang Ao even thought about using the knife more accurately later so as not to hurt her face. If the appearance is accidentally broken, it will no longer be used as a landscape pot.
Shen Tang: "It was the King of Hell who sent us to take your life!"
Jiang Ao smiled: "That's quite loud!"
In addition to Shen Tang and Shao Chong, there were several other coalition generals who also wanted to intervene in the battle, but the strength of the sixteenth-level Dashangzao was not something they could resist. Jiang Ao took the time to deal with them while fighting one against two. In just thirty or fifty rounds, several people were on the verge of life and death. The lucky ones were able to retreat with minor injuries, while the unlucky ones were seriously injured and lay on the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.
Shen Tang shouted them down directly.
It is simply not helpful at this time.
I also had to save the lives of my teammates.
However, her words could not completely calm them down.
"These annoying ants..." Jiang Ao attracted his palms and strangled the necks of the "annoying ants" he called them.
Shen Tang saw that the situation was not good and took action to save people.
Although he felt the momentum coming from the direction of Shen Tang and the cold sword that was approaching him in the blink of an eye, Jiang Ao did not let go of his grasping hand and instead used his left hand to catch Shen Tang's attack. sword. With a flick of his finger, the sword edge deflected. He could clearly see the surprise reflected in Shen Tang's beautiful pupils. At the same time, he exerted force with his tiger's mouth, and without any effort, there was a soft sound of broken bones in his palm.
"Annoying Ant" tilted his head, and scarlet red came from the corners of his lips.
The still warm body was thrown away casually by Jiang Ao.
Five fingers spread out to form a strangely shaped black sword.
“How can a thing like a sword hurt me at all?”
“Let me see what strength is!”
Jiang Ao raised the sword Knife, swung lightly.
Buzz——
The shouts of killing on the battlefield seemed to be swallowed up by the sword energy.
Wherever you pass, the air twists.
The dozens of feet of black sword energy locked Shen Tang to death.
The distance between the two is not far, and they can only reach each other in a blink of an eye, swallowing them up. Seeing this, Jiang Ao felt a touch of regret in his heart. This boy has no chance to be his landscape pot, but Shaochong is still there. That human-headed tiger can still look forward.
The black sword energy collided head-on with Shen Tang.
The blast was transmitted to the ears of nearby living people in a tyrannical manner.
Courageous warriors and literary scholars can offset the discomfort with luck, but ordinary soldiers who have not yet had time to form a military formation are in bad luck. Those who were closest had their bones shattered into pieces and their internal organs were shattered. Those who were further away had their brain blood vessels burst, and the luckiest one also had a perforated eardrum. But this was only the first wave of aftereffects. What was even more terrifying and troublesome was the explosion caused by the collision between the sword energy and Shen Tang. At this time, several cultural barriers surrounded the explosion, and the soldiers formed formations to form shields for defense.
"Why don't you just surrender?"
Jiang Ao turned his head to avoid Shao Chong's sneak attack from behind.
Yunzhang used his palm wind to fight Shaochong at close range.
Shao Chong is not as sharp-tongued as Shen Tang. He doesn't want to talk trash or talk to trash, but his black pupils that are gradually stained with scarlet make his attitude clear. Perhaps Jiang Ao was in a better mood because he was about to get the highest-quality human-headed tiger.
“You have a good head!”
The flying dust has not completely dispersed.
“But you are nothing compared to me!”
Shao Chong faced him, but the latter didn't move at all, but he flew backwards and retreated more than ten feet, almost reversing the flow of energy and blood. He didn't stop until a gentle and firm force came from his back. He didn't need to turn his head to know that it was Shen Tang: "This old guy has some bones that he can't chew!"
"You're not a dog, why are you going to gnaw some cheap bones?" Shen Tang's breath was not very steady, but his face looked pretty. red Run, still in the mood to talk nonsense, glanced at Jiang Ao, who was a little surprised, and said, "Look, it's better not to brag if you don't have any strength. Otherwise, you will be like this old guy, not only blowing the bullshit, but also Still boasting He even believed that he could do it."
Shaochong said: "He can do it!"
Shen Tang chuckled: "It's true that he didn't do it just now. If I die, I will Our own soldiers have killed a lot of people. They attack indiscriminately. Don't count the battle achievements at that time. It would be funny if Jiang Ao is at the top of our army."
Shaochong could hear the anger in Shen Tang's words.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of small crimson snakes flowing along the gaps between her fingers, onto the sword grid and body. The hand holding the sword was also trembling involuntarily. He said: "Your hand is injured..."
Shen Tang said expressionlessly: "I know."
Jiang Ao narrowed his eyes dangerously.
He is too proud.
I was so proud that I ignored Shen Tang's abnormality, but Shen Tang took over his sword energy. Although he only used 50% of his strength, it was still comparable to the full strength of a fifteenth-level junior high-ranking officer. One blow. Not only was the opponent injured, but he was only slightly injured?
Jiang Ao suddenly felt that using such a human head as a landscape pot was a waste of resources: "You are not bad, give you a chance, tell me your name. I will not kill the unknown person!"
Shen Tang pointed at Jiang with his sword. proud.
"Me? Ha, I call you ancestor!"
Together with Shao Chong, he led Jiang Ao to the edge of the battlefield.
Jiang Ao went on a rampage, no matter what, he did many immoral things such as killing good people and taking credit. Once he killed someone, who would care whether it was the enemy's soldiers or his own soldiers? In his opinion, killing people is like a child pouring hot water on an ant's nest, and he doesn't care how much it scalds him to death. That's just a puny ant!
But Shen Tang and Shao Chong are different.
They have to worry about themselves when they start.
In layman's terms, the ultimate move is banned, and you have to fight the BOSS with A.
Jiang Ao, as his name suggests, is the most arrogant.
He noticed Shen and Tang's plot, and chased after them with a bold smile. It wasn't that his conscience felt that he was invincible, it was simply that he disliked how many people affected his heroic appearance. How could the ants around them be as attractive as Shen Tang and others?
Boom——
Wei Shou noticed Jiang Ao’s movement.
I cursed in my heart: [It’s true that a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit! 】
Have you forgotten what happened to Chu Yao back then?
Running away at this time...
clang! clang! clang!
While Wei Shou was complaining in his heart, a sharp spear came towards him. Wherever the tip of the spear passed, fine ice-blue snowflakes floated. He was stunned. If he was stabbed, the flesh and blood near the wound would not be frozen into ice lumps.
But, should I say it, this shooting technique combined with the falling snow...
It is really pleasing to the eye.
“You have some skills as a warrior.”
Wei Shou saw the details of the opponent in front of him at a glance.
The young military general is born with a clear and gentle manner, and his demeanor is elegant. He seems harmless, but in fact, the still water flows deep, and the undercurrent is turbulent underneath.
“Why don’t you wear armor?”
The young general looked stunned.
Wei Shou’s move was humiliating to him!
"Of course I don't want to." Wei Shou's answer was willful.
The young military commander was naturally not polite. The spear in his hand flashed with silver light and turned into an iron whip as soft as a snake when he stabbed it out: "In this case, there is no need to spare your life!" Iron whip The barb almost pierced Wei Shou's shoulder blade.
It's good, but the clothes are torn.
Wei Shou looked at the young generals who were getting stronger and stronger, and knew that Huang Lie, the main rider, was hiding his strength. If you don't take it seriously, it may really become a military exploit for the opponent's upward climb.
He had no choice but to threaten again: "You forced me to do this. Anyone who has seen my martial armor will either be blind or dead."
Stomping his feet, the pink and tender martial spirit enveloped him, He instantly transformed into a champagne-colored gable armor, but the rest of the leather was a strange pink armor. Fortunately, he had a plan to cover his face, otherwise where would he put his old face? This color is only liked by women's families and literati who like romance. It looks a bit weird on him.
The young general was really stunned.
Wei Shou was not polite to him, he unleashed a domineering aura that was inconsistent with Pink, and did it without even saying hello. The moves are dangerous and tricky, but the young military general always feels that the opponent has left three points of strength, otherwise he may be even more embarrassed to deal with them.
Overall, the coalition forces have an absolute advantage in numbers.
But Chaoliguan's military force is not weak either.
The key to victory or defeat does not lie in these generals, but in the huge main force. When Shen Tang was under Xiaocheng, he tried to break through the shield formed by the morale of more than ten thousand rebels in Gongxi Qiu with one person. Although the result was unsuccessful, it also reflected that if these ordinary soldiers had enough morale, they could also compete with the strength. The tyrannical and courageous warriors confront each other and even leave the opponent behind in one fell swoop!
An ordinary soldier is cannon fodder.
Two ordinary soldiers are nothing.
Three or five people gathered together cannot deal with a low-ranking official.
But——
What about one thousand, two thousand, three thousand?
What about ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand?
After it exceeds 10,000, the scale of the military formation will be expanded, and it can even complete the evolution from quantitative change to qualitative change. Thousands of people travel together, advancing and retreating together, becoming one unified body. The main force at Chaoliguan is 100,000! The small military formations were built into large military formations, and they were no different from meat grinders when charging. The morale gathered above the head may turn into a charging car, a running bull, or a rain of arrows.
At this time, cavalry on both sides of the coalition forces rushed into the formation to cut.
The long sword passed by the peak, and the blood of the dead souls was sprinkled all the way.
The collision between the war horses and the soldiers on horseback is like a fast-moving hill, and there are many such hills on both sides. Not even half a quarter of an hour into the fight, the battlefield was already covered with a faint and ominous blood mist.
Qin Li looked at his lord who was sitting firmly in the middle of the army, and bowed from a distance. The latter waved his palm: "Gongsu, let's show those at Chaoliguan whether we idiots are capable of slaying dragons!"
Slaying the dragon has never been a legend.
Zheng Qiao and his ilk are not really dragons.
Qin Li said: "Wei."
A strange thick fog is rising from all directions!
The scope actually includes the entire battlefield!
Whether it was the enemy in front of him or the people around him, they were all submerged in the thick fog.
Wu Xian’s troops did not panic.
The appearance of thick fog means that the military advisor has taken action.
Chu Yao was distracted from taking care of his lord's side, but also taking care of his own soldiers and horses - fortunately, they lacked everything except literary scholars, so he was able to do it with ease. When he saw the thick fog, he knew that Qin Li's strength had improved again. This thick fog is all Qin Li’s style! Seeing the whole leopard at a glance, Qin Li must have a Wen Gong, or a Wen Gong Dacheng...
"Maybe the way of the scribes has also been perfected..."
Speaking of "perfection" two Chu Yao was a little irritable. Although his scribe's method can avoid crises, its use is limited and cannot be used on the battlefield, and it is not even under his control. Although he has a complete clue, Chu Yao has not yet completely clarified it.
Luan Xin said: "Isn't he causing trouble?"
Under the thick fog, Wu Xian's army moved freely.
Walking freely in the thick fog is as powerful as a bamboo.
Other allies can also hear the command, but after all, there is no tacit understanding, and it is unclear how effective it will be. Luan Xin hummed: "With such a disability, can it be called a perfect scribe?"
He looked up at the sky again.
said: "The time is right."
As he finished speaking, drizzle began to fall from the sky.
The drizzle was mixed with Luan Xin's literary style. If you can see his literary spirit, you will find that these literary qualities gradually converge into a giant spider web. The person attached to the rain is just a point on the spider web, connected into a "whole" by literature and style.
At the same time, the dense fog gradually faded in some areas.
Qin Li was the first to notice the change.
He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Luan Xin.
Across the turbulent sea of people, Luan Xin was also looking at him.
Qin Li couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Is this the secret spirit of speech, or is it Luan Xin’s way of being a scribe?
In the previous Dragon Slaying Game, Luan Xin had only taken very few shots, but that didn’t mean that no one knew about it. Qin Li once traveled with Luan Xin and saw his way of being a scribe, but the effect was to boost morale.
There has never been rain to drive away the fog and the ability to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
This thought did not linger in my mind for too long.
The war situation is grim and this is not the time to think about these things.
Chu Yao discovered something strange about Luan Xin.
“Justice?”
The latter turned his head extremely slowly, his expression slightly dull. Compared to normal people, Luan Xin's reaction was already slow, and now it was even slower. It took a few seconds for Luan Xin to reply to his question: "It doesn't matter, it's the disadvantages of the scribes' way."
Chu Yao looked at Xun Zhen and his son who were making trouble, and then looked at Kang Shi who was gearing up to make a big gamble, and even Ning Yan, who had been low-key these days, also secretly made a move. He thought for a while and handed Luan Xin to Jiang Sheng: "Go ahead and send someone to protect the safety of justice. I will go down to meet old friends and connect with each other."
The young general who intercepted Wei Shou I can't hold on any longer.
Jiang Ao is not in charge of the central army, and the command of the Chaoliguan army is in the hands of Jiang Ao's confidants. However, the opponent obviously has no war experience, and the position will be messed up as soon as it weakens. Although Wei Shou's soldiers and horses were not consumed in the war, he could not just watch in vain and do nothing. After taking care of the young generals, Wei Shou was free to assemble his own soldiers to counterattack. Chu Yao had learned his madman's style of play.
Wei Shou's defense is like a ten thousand year bastard.
Once out of the cage, he is a crazy bastard.
Jiang Sheng's lips twitched, but he could only agree reluctantly.
"Take care if you don't hide, and the cultural fortune will be long-lasting!"
Looking at the coalition forces, it seems that only our own scribes are not at the rear, and they are gathering at the front. Is this abnormal?
Each scribe has his own preferred starting word spirit.
Chu Yao is no exception.
"Sinking into fire will lead to your own destruction!"
The vast literary energy pours out from the Danfu Wen Palace.
Wen Qi condensed and instantly transformed into a giant dragon forty to fifty feet long, with lifelike scales, each one exuding a sinister and evil aura. Longan turned, looking down from Gaokong, and locked eyes with Wei Shou below. Wei Shou was also extremely alert.
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Wei Shou: It’s hard to do damage while wearing this armor...
When I was designing this character, I was watching a short video, and there was a big brother wearing a tight pink lotus skirt who was kicking a little gangster. After watching it, I had a thought, ah, real men should wear pink!
PS: "Retreat from Me" has a 23rd leader, thank you Qin Ruofan baby (`) for showing your heart