Luther was astonished, and also kind of inexplicably depressed. It was not the first time that Song Zining found him out of thousands of troops. This at least shows that the Seventh Young Master of the Song Clan on the top of the city is better than him in using troops.
And Luther knew very well what Song Zining wanted to do.
On the tower, Song Zining seemed to be sitting casually, but subconsciously clenched the spear beside him with his right hand. Although he was decisive in using troops, he still hesitated at this moment, because he was really not sure about this move, and if he failed, the consequences would be disastrous.
At this moment, a pair of soft little hands stretched out to cover the back of Song Zining's hands, and a girl standing beside said softly: "Master, taking the head of an enemy general among ten thousand armies is something only a reckless person would do." Why do you need to take risks, as long as you are safe and sound, in a few years, these people in front of you will no longer be your enemies."
Song Zining said slowly: "That's true. But... I'm really not reconciled!"
The girl smiled and said: "How can things in the world be as you wish? After this battle, the young master will definitely be famous all over the world, and make those filthy little people regret it. Isn't that enough?"
Song Zining let out a long breath, the murderous intent in his eyes faded, and his hand holding the gun slowly loosened.
"Those villains...hehe." Song Zining chuckled twice, then fell silent. His eyes swept to the depths of the iron curtain, deep and condensed. This is the fourteenth day of the siege, but there is still no news from Qianye.
Luther was a little disappointed when he saw that there was no movement on the top of the city, but he was also a little lucky. After these days of fighting, he knew very well that Song Zining's movements would be like a thunderstorm if he didn't move, and he often wanted to attack the Chinese army, so he obviously wanted to confront him. From the point of view of Song Zining's use of troops, he is definitely not a brave and ruthless person, which means that he is at least 50 to 60% sure of killing himself. This knowledge makes Luther very uncomfortable.
At this time, the battle situation in this place is actually turning into a tiger. Facts have proved that the information obtained by Luther before the war is completely inaccurate. This Song Clan Seventh Younger is a veteran, how can he be an ignorant dude? However, the overall situation has been activated, and it is impossible to withdraw the troops. Even if Luther wants to settle accounts with those who provided information, he will have to wait until after the war. However, he is naturally cautious when making various decisions.
Just when Luther was struggling in his heart, a chill suddenly entered from the top of the door, penetrating to the bottom of his heart, and his whole body felt cold in an instant, like falling into an ice cave! A ray of cold murderous aura has locked him firmly!
Luther looked back in horror, and saw a figure rushing straight from behind his formation, at a speed as fast as a ghost, and the soldiers passing by did not respond. Occasionally, a few officers realized that something was wrong, but Can't catch up.
Seeing what this person meant, he wanted to defeat the Chinese army alone!
Luther suddenly felt turbulent. He didn't know how this man found himself. Song Zining should have found his whereabouts from the clues of the army's dispatch, but Luther didn't believe that in the small place of Heiliu City, he could meet two people who used soldiers like gods at once.
On the other hand, although Luther's army was attacking the city seventy-eight out of ten, the central army was not empty. There were hundreds of personal guards and more than a thousand cannon fodder. Luther himself was a first-class viscount. This place is under the Iron Curtain. Earls and above can't do anything at all. Does this person dare to go straight to the Chinese army? Does he think he died fast enough
Luther had been leading the army for a long time, but he calmed down in a blink of an eye, pointed at Qianye from a distance, and shouted: "Surround up and kill him!"
With an order, the army moved in response. The cannon fodder team headed forward, and the elite troops slanted out from the two wings, outflanking the rear. Luther's personal guards also dispatched half, divided into three small teams, and moved quickly in the army, preparing to deal a fatal blow to the comers.
With Luther's order, the army of the dark race was mobilized in a well-structured and orderly manner, like a first-class elite division, which shows the ability of this devil-born viscount to govern the army. It's just that Luther's deputy is a little puzzled. There is only one person here. Why is the general facing a big enemy? This kind of transfer is completely to deal with the scale of an entire commando.
Qianye ran halfway, the bullets were already pouring down like a storm. He lowered his body, raised his heavy shield, and charged forward against the rain of bullets. A large amount of sparks splashed from the heavy shield, and the shrapnel and the alloy fragments on the shield exploded in all directions, but Qianye's speed did not slow down at all.
The 100 meters passed in an instant, and Qianye had already crashed into Luther's central army.
There was an endless sound of bang bang, and several cannon fodder on the rushing road were knocked into the air. Qianye immediately threw out the broken heavy shield, and when the large piece of metal left his hand, it immediately let out an extremely sharp whistling sound. Flesh and blood flew everywhere it passed, and it flew straight tens of meters in the army formation before landing with all its strength. Even when the two blood knights tried to intercept with their swords, they were all bounced away.
In the neat army formation of the dark race, there was a stern scar.
Next, with Qianye Dongyue in hand, he slashed horizontally with his sword, and the dozen or so cannon fodder in front were instantly divided into two sections. Then he slashed vertically, the sword wind passed by, and ten meters in front of him, a passageway full of corpses suddenly appeared.
Qianye strode forward, covered a distance of ten meters in one step, and crashed into the cannon fodder again. Dongyue has turned into a flying snake, opening wide and closing wide, with a myriad of scenes. Every time the sword rises and falls, there must be countless blood.
Qianye is like an extremely sharp wedge, no matter how many and thick Luther's army is, he will not stop driving into it, going deep all the way.
The cannon fodder team was about to be shot through in a blink of an eye, Luther's face was already ashen, and he put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but he held it back. He raised his right hand high, clenched his fist in the air, and then pointed at Qianye.
This is the order of the regular army assault.
The regular army that was following behind the cannon fodder also started to charge forward, attacking Qianye. Under the sudden increase in pressure, Qianye let out a long howl, and Dongyue's sword became fiercer in an instant, and its power increased by more than half. Every time the sword was struck, the weather was severe, with the potential of a tsunami and landslides.
Seeing that the regular soldiers were slaughtered in groups, Luther was shocked and heartbroken. He couldn't help but drew his sword and stepped forward, but he still stopped abruptly. Qianye's combat method is enjoyable to kill, but the consumption is terrible, and it will not take long for the force to be exhausted.
Seeing Qianye's sword skills and strength, Luther was also secretly startled, unwilling to block the opponent's edge when his momentum was at its peak. He has always thought of himself as a genius commander, not a unparalleled strong man. It is the duty of a famous general to use his subordinates to exhaust the enemy's original force, and then he goes up to end the opponent's life.
On the tower, Song Zining stood up abruptly, eyes full of surprise. However, the surprise was immediately replaced by deep worry. Without saying a word, Song Zining raised his spear, let out a long cry, and jumped down from the tower, turning into a silver beam, and charged towards Luther's army!
"Master!" The girl couldn't stop her, stomped her feet angrily, pulled out a pair of daggers, jumped down from the tower, and chased after Song Zining.
On the tower, Song Hu was shocked, and hurriedly turned his head and shouted: "The fortress artillery is ready to bombard the No. 3 and No. 7 positions! The reserve team is ready, go down the city wall! All the city defense weapons cover the young master!"
Song Zining flew tens of meters in the air, and then landed, surrounded by heavy siege. The spear in his hand trembled, and there was a sound of howling wind, like gold and iron horses, coming one after another, dozens of flames dotted with jumping silver lights, flying in all directions. Immediately, the surroundings fell down like wheat waves, and there were bloody patches, and no one could stand in a radius of several feet.
The Seven Young Masters of the Song Clan, all covered in fire trees and silver flowers, killed Luther's army as if they were nothing.
Behind Song Zining, a petite figure was extremely agile, jumping up and down, every time he pounced, several opponents would fall down.
With such a big momentum, Luther was naturally alarmed, and when he looked back, he secretly groaned. This Seventh Young Master didn't come sooner or later, but he killed him at this fatal time, wanting to play a game of breaking the army alone. But then again, if he couldn't grasp this opportunity, how could Song Zining block him for so many days with a much weaker army
Although Song Zining's momentum was like a rainbow, after Luther weighed it, it was still Qianye who raised his finger. His personal guards finally launched an attack, and Qianye's pressure increased sharply.
There was a plop, like the sound of a dull war drum echoing on the field, and even the blood in Luther's body was stirred up by the sound. Just as his face changed drastically, he heard the second sound of the drum.
Luther was shocked to find that it seemed to be the pulsating sound of the blood race's core. It's just that such a grandeur was rarely seen even in some high-ranking blood earls in the past.
Who is this person on the other side? !
A layer of blood suddenly appeared around Qianye's body, and it disappeared in a flash. It was at this moment that indescribable coldness, chill and loneliness enveloped the surrounding area.
This is the majesty of the superior looking down on all beings, and the indifference of the ruler to the mortal world. Regardless of the vampires, werewolves, or nerubians, and even Luther himself, they all fell into a trance for a moment. The blood race was the most affected. Wherever this breath passed, all the blood races trembled, and some even fell to the ground directly.
As soon as Qianye released his blood energy, he immediately withdrew Dongyue, and several of Luther's personal guards were beheaded in a blink of an eye, leaving no room for resistance. When the dark warriors reacted, Qianye's blood energy reappeared, and the movements of the enemies within ten meters around him were frozen and stopped.
"Blood suppression?" Luther lost his voice in astonishment.
This was even more surprising than Qianye bursting out with the strength of an earl or even a marquis, killing the entire audience in one fell swoop. Luther's bloodline, even among the demons, is a long-standing inheritance, and even he is affected, so there should be a few surnames that can be counted among the bloodlines.
Luther became suspicious and asked, "Who are you!"
Qianye only raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were full of fighting intent and murderous intent, and he had no intention of answering the question at all. At this moment, several more personal guards were beheaded by Dongyue's sword.
The vertical pupil at the position between Luther's eyebrows finally opened, but for a moment he thought that he had hallucinated that it was the force of dawn that drove the bloody epee? ! But what is the extremely rich dark golden blood energy on the opponent's body
Just when Luther was hesitating, Qianye had pierced through most of the central army, not far from where he was standing. More than half of the elite soldiers were injured, and one-third of the personal guards were killed. Although the cannon fodder was worthless, the death of these elite soldiers and personal guards was a real loss, which made Luther feel extremely heartbroken.
Heartache was heartache. Seeing that Qianye had consumed more than half of his blood energy and force, Luther gritted his teeth and ordered the last dozens of guards around him to rush forward. They must surround and kill Qianye on the spot!
Regardless of whether the opponent is a secret technique or a real high-ranking bloodline, facing such an invisible opponent, even if Luther's strength is above Qianye, he is not willing to fight rashly. When Qianye breaks through the barriers of these personal guards, he will be exhausted, so Luther can relax and give Qianye a fatal blow.
Seeing Luther's personal guards swarming up like a pack of wolves, Qianye's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the depths of his pupils glowed with dark golden blood. Hundreds of blood lines shot out from around him in an instant, piercing through all the enemies within more than ten meters !
The surroundings were suddenly empty, and Luther was in front of them. There was no obstacle between the two of them, but Qianye's originally weakened and almost exhausted blood force was rising steadily, and more than half of it was recovered in a blink of an eye.
Vitality plunder!
Only on the battlefield can the horror of this innate ability be truly revealed.