This is the second more—
Gu Hai and a million ghosts walked out of the valley of bones.
There was still a thick fog around, covering the bone area.
"Boom." "Boom." "Boom."………
The sky was pressed with endless black clouds, and a roar in the distance.
Gu Hai stood on top of a mountain, looking into the distance.
The dark clouds in the sky are the fate dark clouds of "Les Miserables". They were played by the breaking army, and seemed to be more tragic than before. A scene of bitter cold and despair.
However, the loud noise came from outside the town of Zhennan City in the distance.
Outside the town of Zhennan, there are millions of bronze men, all of them at the pinnacle of Yuan Ying, with superb power.
The soldiers of the city in the past must not be able to resist a million bronze men, but those soldiers are just disguise.
But in the distance, in the sky, there are four copybooks, four super huge copybooks.
The copybook is hung upright to form a square space, and a dazzling white light blooms on the copybook.
At this moment, about 600,000 bronze people were trapped in the square space by these four copybooks.
The dazzling white light that bloomed on the copybook was like four giant walls, closing the sky and the earth, trapping 600,000 bronze people in it.
"That copybook, the calligraphy on the copybook is the awe-inspiring righteousness of calligraphy." A ghost said in surprise beside Gu Hai.
"Haoran is righteous." Gu Hai said in doubt.
"Yes, Qinqi calligraphy and calligraphy are book-based, and calligraphy is the most original. The copybook must be abundance and righteousness. The six hundred thousand bronze people have been sealed with four copybooks. Tell me how I went to the major colleges to find someone last time." The ghost said in surprise.
"Major academies." Gu Hai doubted.
"Yeah, look at the soldiers in armor. They are just confusing and breaking the army. They are all masters of calligraphy. Look, four copybooks, a group of calligraphy masters, keep writing on the copybooks. Enter Haoran's righteousness, but the general outline on the four copybooks must be more powerful, otherwise, it would not be possible to seal six hundred thousand bronze people." The ghost explained.
Gu Hai looked at it, and sure enough, the group of soldiers were all holding brushes, writing in the middle of the four super huge copybooks in the air.
"Om, hum, hum, hum."
The white light soars into the sky, and the calligraphy is self-contained and righteous. With the help of four copybooks, a monstrous prison is formed, imprisoning the bronze man who is constantly colliding inside.
"Um."
Gu Hai narrowed his eyes slightly.
But I saw that there were countless little elves flying in the righteous cage, and the little elves kept smashing the bronze man's head, as if trying to seize control of the bronze man.
"Sima Changkong used people to seal the bronze man, wanting Gouchen to retake the bronze man, but how could this bronze man be captured so easily." Gu Hai frowned slightly.
Six hundred thousand bronze men were sealed, and there were four hundred thousand, but they were hitting the big formation in Zhennan City.
"Gou Chen, Sima Changkong, you really are treacherous, you think that you can retake my 600,000 bronze men with calligraphy, and dream." Po Jun roared.
Above the tower.
Gou Chen looked at Sima Changkong and said, "This method doesn't work. My elves are outside of the bronze human body, and there are more than a dozen elves who break the army to contain the opponent, but it is only a containment and cannot get in at all."
"If you can't do it, you have to do it. This "Les Miserables" is even more tyrannical than Silvermoon City's back then. Haven't you played "Miserable" before? You can't break "Les Miserables" at all. Last time it was broken, it was a collection. It is the will of the whole city. This time, there is only your will. This is a spiritual Qindao mood, which cannot be broken. Let your little elves seize the bronze man for my use, and then do all you can to kill the broken army. Right." Sima Changkong shook his head and said.
"Uh, I still have a tune, which was passed to me by the master before leaving, but I need to do my best to play it." Gou Chen explained.
"But now, six hundred thousand bronze people have been sealed off from the other party. Of course, sealing them is not only the credit of the four copybooks, but your credit is also indispensable. Without your six million little elves disturbing the bronze people inside, The four copybooks can't stop them, because of your interference, they can't concentrate on breaking the battle. If you go all out to play a new song, the trapped 600,000 bronze people will break out. At that time, millions The bronze men shot together, but we don't know how long we can last." Sima Changkong frowned.
"But, I want to play that piece." Gou Chen showed a bit of bitterness on his face.
The fleeting master smiled bitterly: "Mr. Sima, from a purely rational point of view, you are right. After all, you are for the sake of safety and worry that Gu Hai’s music will not achieve the effect. The city is broken, but after this period of time, I found that I believe in Gu Hai’s songs more, and I suggest let Goochen try."
Sima Changkong frowned slightly.
In the four copybooks, the awe-inspiring righteousness is enveloped. The strong calligraphy masters who grasp the pen have the righteousness body protection, and the bronze people can't touch them at all, and there is a sound barrier that is not affected by "Les Miserables", righteousness The cage is very special. The inside is extremely strong. The six hundred thousand bronze men attacked in four chaos, but they couldn't break it. However, the bronze men from the outside could not touch them and wanted to destroy the copybook. However, they immediately entered In a cage of righteousness.
Four hundred thousand bronze men attacked the city, but they couldn't break open, and the army was a little anxious, looking coldly at the cage of righteousness in the distance.
"Hmph, split my army into two, so that I can't break the city, then I won't break the city. I will destroy your four copybooks first." Po Jun sneered coldly.
The probe hand waved.
"boom."
The 400,000 bronze men attacking the city suddenly stopped everything and suddenly broke into the righteous cage together.
"That's bad." Sima Changkong's expression changed.
After all, the power of a million bronze people gathering together is too great, and the interference of six million little elves is limited.
Suddenly shot with all his strength.
"boom."
With a loud noise, a crack suddenly appeared in the four walls of awe-inspiring righteousness.
"what."
A group of calligraphy masters were suddenly knocked out by a powerful recoil.
"No, fast, block, write quickly." The calligraphers quickly rushed forward in horror, grabbed the brush, and quickly began to write.
"Broken." Po Jun shouted.
"boom."
Suddenly there was a loud bang, and under the full blow of a million bronze men, the cage of righteousness burst open.
"Tear tore."
Four loud noises, four super huge copybooks, crashed into fragments and drifted away.
The millions of bronzes were immediately free.
"Hahahahaha, calligraphy, calligraphy is nothing but that." Po Jun sneered.
Above the tower, everyone's face sank.
"Break the city for me." Po Jun said coldly.
"boom."
A million bronze men shot at the same time, bombarding the tower together.
"boom."
The tower shuddered suddenly, and the soldiers suddenly violent.
"Gou Chen, maybe I really thought it wrong, heh, you can try it, Gu Hai's piece." Sima Changkong smiled bitterly.
"I should have come long ago. Although the master's song is a bit worse than mine, it is still very effective." Gou Chen did not forget to put gold on his face for a moment.
The probe hand waved.
"boom."
Six million little elves were immediately put away.
"Oh, don't disturb my bronze man." Breaking the army in the distance was slightly surprised.
Because of these little elves, they couldn't agree on the actions of the bronze men themselves, and the damage caused was much less, and there was more or less interference. But now, what is going to be done
"Ding."
With a flick of Gou Chen's detective hand, a huge Lyra appeared in the void, expanding Gou Chen's voice.
"Playing the piano, haha, is it "Sorrow" or "Ambush on Ten Sides", Gou Chen, I know your music, and I want to fight the piano in front of me." Po Jun showed a sneer.
"Ding Ding Ding."
Gou Chen's piano sounded, and along with the sound of the piano, there was a sudden loud bang of war drums in the sky, like thunder, and everyone who exploded was shocked.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom."
"Boom, boom, boom, boom."
"Boom, boom, boom, boom."
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The battle drum shook the world, and under the powerful sound of the battle drum, thousands of miles of snow were trembling with the battle drum, and the sound of the battle drum had an even more solemn momentum in it.
The soldiers in the city who had previously confided, heard the sound of the battle drums, suddenly a burst of enthusiasm.
"Not "Ambush on Ten Sides." Pojun raised his brows.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom."
The sound of war drums became denser and denser. Slowly, in the void, the shadows of cyan soldiers condensed. They were constantly beating the drums. There were so many people beating the drums. At a glance, there are millions of them. People are beating the drums.
"Millions of drummers, is this an army?" Countless people looked surprised.
During the war, war drums sounded, but there were only a few people beating the drums. But what kind of scene Chen was going to play, millions of people beating the drums, no wonder it was so shocking.
However, millions of people are beating the drums, but what kind of battles are they going to fight. A million people are a huge fighting force. You let them just beating the drums.
Sima Changkong stared at the drummer with condensed eyebrows.
"Ding ding ding ding."
As the sound of the piano continues, the picture displayed by the artistic conception of the Qin Dao continues to change.
However, around the million drummers, there were four million phantoms of soldiers standing.
"Hmph, these phantoms condensed by Qin Dao, at best, are as powerful as the innate realm. What's the use? My bronze man, one hundred can destroy them, one million drummers, four million Trash soldier, Gou Chen, are you capable of this?" Po Jun sneered.
Four million soldiers stood respectfully in all directions, and millions of drummers beat the drums together, looking at a huge military account that slowly appeared in the center, a military account of a hundred meters in size.
"The general is mighty."
"The general will win."
"The general is invincible."
Four million soldiers opened their throats, their roars shook the sky, and accompanied by the sky-shaking drums, a huge force of'general mighty' spewed out, and a belief that all battles would win suddenly rose to the sky. .
The conviction of victory seems to have infected everyone in an instant. In Zhennan City, everyone's blood boiled over. In that huge military account, what kind of general is it
"Millions of drummers and four million soldiers are all foils. They only need to shout to condense the power of a peerless God of War for the generals in the tent. How could there be such a weird song and what its name is." Sima Changkong was surprised. road
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"General orders." Gu Hai answered the ghost's question in the distance.
ps: If you want to listen, I suggest you listen to the'percussion' version of the general's order.