The Xuanwu army god stands on the battlefield, immovable like a mountain, and everyone looks up. www/xshuotxt/com
This is the response of Li Qingshan with perseverance, taking the lead, and breaking the enemy line with one sword. The sergeants gave him the response.
Li Qingshan didn't look back, but he clearly saw ordinary faces and hot eyes. Each of them was so ordinary and small, like ants.
But Li Qingshan felt that the power they gave him was far more powerful than his own. No, this is the source of his strength.
He was as small as they were, with the most ordinary wishes, wine and beauty, longing for battle and victory, and step by step to today.
How noble and humble to talk about
He closed his eyes, and his belief grew stronger.
"They are not ants! Me too, not ants!"
Tu Wancheng sternly said: "Hurry up and release the arrow! Keep throwing the stone and smash it to death for Lao Tzu!"
Li Qingshan's eyes widened, and the Xuanwu Army God roared up to the sky, his voice contained clouds, and surged like waves. The rain of arrows all over the sky was swept away, the flying meteors cooled and shattered, the strong wind swept the demons' camp, and countless flags fell.
Tu Wancheng was shocked and took a few steps back.
The majesty of an anger, the sky fell apart and the earth cracked.
In the Xuanwu Legion, a sergeant roared, rough and high-pitched. Compared with the roar of the army god, it was so small and pitiful. But soon, the sergeants roared and turned into a buzzing ocean.
In a blink of an eye, the crowds shouted, the mountains whispered and the tsunami was whispered.
According to the truth, the disciples were shocked. Some blinked, seemingly unbelievable. These ordinary soldiers, who they didn’t even look at, could explode with such a strong momentum, making them feel like a violent wind. A lone boat in the big waves.
The military energy burned like fire, woven into a golden cloak inch by inch behind the Xuanwu army god, and inch by inch in his hand was condensed into a huge blade of a mad sword.
Far at the other end of the battlefield, the Fire Corps is gathering. Unlike the Basalt Corps, its arms are more diverse, except for heavy infantry. There are also one hundred thousand cavalry, as well as a large number of light cavalry and crossbowmen.
Coincidentally with Li Qingshan, Li Liehuo rode a red-maned horse and stood at the forefront of the army. Looking at the scene in the distance, listening to the roar, I don't know what I'm thinking.
Huo Hua was amazed: "This kid can do this step! Chao Tianjiao is just so afraid."
Li Liehuo nodded: "It's really unexpected."
Huohua smiled and said: "I thought he would ask you to face-to-face, and he will command the Raiders to attack from the flank. Isn't he afraid that you will run away when you see the situation is wrong?"
Actually. There was hardly any communication between the two, let alone disputes. Li Liehuo alone is the only one to decide such a major matter of life and death.
If they are friends of life and death, that's all, but they are enemies who want each other to die. Before the war, there was no exchange of souls and relief of previous suspicions. It was just that the handsome army went on the battlefield.
Li Lie said fiercely, "He won't, and neither will I."
Huohua looked at Li Liehuo from his side, "You men are so strange!"
"Is it weird?" Li Liehuo stared at the Xuanwu Army God, and said silently: "The book of war, I have received it!"
Raising the spear high, the flames ignited. Turning rushing and wrapping up one person and one horse, the fire grew more and more flourishing, and the flames rushed into the sky, illuminating a pair of eyes, and retracting the sight of the Xuanwu army god, they also have their own army god.
Tu Wancheng turned and fled back to the army. In the large formation of the twelve capitals, he was afraid that he would be slashed by the Xuanwu army god. No Demon King laughed at him, all looked solemn.
Yingzhe squinted his eyes and smelled a hint of crisis: "Don't let him continue to gather his military spirit. Order Wuzhu to start offering sacrifices to the heavens!"
The sound of chanting the mantra sounded from all directions, deep and gloomy.
Wuzhu danced on the altars, as if ancient ancestors prayed to the sky for rain. But it's not the heaven that covers this place. It's the magic sky.
How can there be no sacrifices to pray for rain? The sacrifices are three animals, but a living demons.
The corpses on the ground were all over the field, blood flowed into rivers, all the corpses of the demons who were slaughtered by Li Qingshan and swallowed by the basalt legion. At this moment, a trace of magic suddenly rose.
The magic cloud in the sky rolled, thick and drooping, as if there was an indescribable horror existence, smelling of sacrifice.
The witches knelt on the altar, with their foreheads pressed to the ground, their hands raised up, praising wildly: "Oh Demon! The highest demon, the immortal, the eternal demon! You are the mother of chaos, and you are all evil. source of!"
The army of millions of demons all fell on the ground, and the twelve demons also bowed their heads deeply.
Li Qingshan raised his head and looked up, with some familiar feelings. When the black sun descended, Mo Tian had wanted to crown him, but he refused without hesitation and stood on the opposite side of the Demon Realm. At this time, he only felt disgusted.
Motian seems to recognize him, the surging magic cloud is low and low pressure, the laws of heaven and earth are constantly intertwined, and the evil and indistinguishable whispers are constantly echoing in the ears, seeming to seduce him, and seem to threaten him. he.
Yingzhe lowered his head and glanced at it strangely with his peripheral light. This time the sacrifice to the sky seemed a bit peculiar, and Motian's will was very strong. No matter how clever he is, but he can't think of breaking his head. The man among the towering military gods is the man of legend chosen by the devil.
The magic cloud covered the top, as if to overwhelm the high head of the Xuanwu Army God. Li Qingshan shouted violently and swung his knife towards Motian.
In a moment, the whispering turned into a stern scream, and the magic cloud vibrated.
With a bang, the torrential rain was like a note.
It was like a river cascading down, and the black rainwater formed a curtain of rain, blocking the line of sight, ruthlessly washing the ground, quickly converging into mountain torrents, and flooding the basalt army.
Li Qingshan cut a deep ditch on the ground.
However, the torrential rain was endless, and the magic cloud rolled endlessly. The flood rushed into the ditch, and quickly overflowed again.
The power of the Xuanwu Army God is not endless. Although the military spirit can help the sergeants withstand many spells, it cannot stop the flooding.
This is no longer human, but a natural disaster, the wrath of the magic sky.
Dai Mengfan ordered the disciples to deal with the flood while turning around to look at Black Cloud City: "Junior Brother Pi, don't do anything yet!"
Of all the true disciples, only Pi Yangqiu remained in Black Cloud City, and was responsible for presiding over the "Black Cloud Thunder Roar Formation" precisely for this moment.
Momin has used this trick countless times, how can there be no countermeasures
At the top of Black Cloud City, Pi Yangqiu had the core of the virtual cage formation with both hands.
Rumble, thunder and lightning.
Under his urging, the persistent black clouds shrouded in the Black Cloud City flooded towards the Demon Realm all year round, unleashing all the power accumulated in the "Black Cloud Thunder Roar Formation" at all costs.
In an instant, the black cloud and the magic cloud clashed against each other.
In an instant, the thunder was light.
The roar oscillated endlessly, and the gaps could not be distinguished. The light and darkness were crazily intertwined, like the end of the day.
In this thunder and roar, the magic cloud quickly dissipated, and the heavy rain gradually stopped.
The clouds disappeared and the rain was scattered, and the sun shone brightly on the iron armor, forming a sea of light.
Under the blue clear sky, the Xuanwu Army God moved, the cloak was raised high, and the giant blade waved forward.
"Advance!" To be continued.