"Huang sent you two here to die?"
Jiang Ao didn't take Chen Tang and the other two seriously at all.
However, he didn't mind having one more rare and precious fifteenth-grade tiger head. In a flash, he arranged the place for Shao Chong's head, and then he thought about what to do with Chen Tang's head. His study was in need of a landscape basin.
Who made Chen Tang's face look like a beauty in the eyes of the most demanding beauty lovers? Jiang Ao even thought about cutting her face more accurately to avoid hurting her face. If she was accidentally disfigured, she would not be able to be used as a landscape pot.
Chen Tang: "The King of Hell sent us to take your life!"
Jiang Ao laughed: "You are so arrogant!"
In addition to Chen Tang and Shao Chong, several other allied generals also wanted to intervene in the battle, but the strength of the sixteenth-level great masters was beyond their ability to resist. Jiang Ao fought one against two while taking the time to deal with them. In just thirty or fifty rounds, several people were on the line of life and death three or five times. 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.
Chen Tang directly shouted them away.
At times like this, it's simply more of a hindrance than a help.
I also have to distract myself to save my teammates' lives.
However, her words could not completely calm them down.
"These annoying ants..." Jiang Ao sucked and grasped the necks of the "annoying ants" he mentioned with his palms.
Chen Tang saw that the situation was not good and stepped in to save people.
Although he could feel the surging momentum coming from Chen Tang's direction, and the cold sword that was about to kill him in the blink of an eye, Jiang Ao did not let go of his hand, but instead used his left hand to catch Chen Tang's sword. With a flick of his finger, the sword tip was deflected. He could clearly see the surprise reflected in Chen Tang's beautiful eyes, and at the same time, he exerted force from his tiger's mouth, and effortlessly, he heard a light sound of bones breaking in his palm.
The "annoying ant" tilted his head, and scarlet blood flowed from the corners of his lips.
The still warm corpse was thrown away by Jiang Ao casually.
With five fingers spread out, a strangely shaped black sword appeared.
"How can a sword hurt me in the slightest?"
"Let me show you what real strength is!"
Jiang Ao raised the knife and swung it lightly.
Buzz—
The shouts and cries on the battlefield seemed to be swallowed up by the sword energy.
The air twists wherever it passes.
The black sword energy of several dozen feet locked Chen Tang to death.
The distance between the two was not far, and it took only a moment to reach it and swallow it. Seeing this, Jiang Ao felt a little pity. This boy has no chance to be his landscape pot, but Shao Chong is still there. The human-headed tiger can still look forward.
The black sword energy collided head-on with Chen Tang.
The explosion was transmitted powerfully into the ears of nearby living people.
The brave warriors and the literary scholars could use their luck to offset the discomfort, but the ordinary soldiers who had not yet formed a military formation were in big trouble. The closest ones had their bones shattered into pieces and their internal organs shattered. Those who were a little further away had their blood vessels in the brain ruptured, and the luckiest ones had their eardrums perforated. However, this was only the first wave of residual power. The more terrifying and difficult thing was the explosion caused by the collision between the sword energy and Chen Tang. At this time, several literary energy barriers circled the explosion, and the soldiers formed a formation to turn into shields for defense.
"Why don't you just surrender?"
Jiang Ao turned his head to avoid Shao Chong's sneak attack from behind.
He swung his palm and released a wind, fighting with Shao Chong at close range.
Shao Chong was not as good at talking as Shen Tang, and he didn't want to talk trash, nor did he want to talk to trash, but the gradually scarlet-stained Hei Tong made his attitude clear. Perhaps because he was about to get the highest standard of human head tiger, Jiang Ao felt better.
"You have a nice head!"
The flying dust has not yet completely dissipated.
"But you are nothing compared to me!"
Shao Chong slapped him, but the latter didn't move at all, and he flew back more than ten feet, almost having his blood flow reversed. He didn't stop until he felt a gentle and firm force on his back. He didn't need to turn his head to know it was Chen Tang: "This old thing is a bit hard to chew!"
"You're not a dog, why are you chewing on cheap bones?" Chen Tang's breath was not steady, but his face looked rosy, and he was in the mood to talk nonsense. He also glanced at Jiang Ao who was a little surprised, and said, "Look, if you don't have some strength, it's better not to brag. Otherwise, you will be like this old guy, not only blowing your own trumpet, but also making himself believe that he can do it."
Shao Chong said: "He is nothing!"
Chen Tang sneered, "It really didn't work. The previous wave didn't kill me, but it harvested a wave of heads of our own soldiers. In a war, attack indiscriminately. Don't count the military merits and Jiang Ao tops the list of our army. That would be funny."
Shao Chong heard the anger in Shen Tang's words.
From the corner of his eye, he saw scarlet snakes winding through her fingers, flowing onto the sword guard and the blade. The hand holding the sword was shaking involuntarily. He said, "Your hand is injured..."
Chen Tang said expressionlessly: “I know.”
Jiang Ao narrowed his eyes dangerously.
He is too proud.
He was so proud that he ignored Chen Tang's abnormality, but Chen Tang took his sword energy. Although he only used 50% of his strength, it was enough to match the full force of a 15th-level junior master. Not only did the opponent take it, but he was only slightly injured
Jiang Ao suddenly felt that it was a waste to use such a head as a landscape basin: "You are not bad. I will give you a chance. Tell me your name. I will not kill nameless people!"
Shen Tang raised his sword and pointed it at Jiang Ao.
"Me? Haha, I'll call you ancestor!"
Together with Shao Chong, he led Jiang Ao to the edge of the battlefield.
Jiang Ao attacked with all his might, without caring about anything. He had done many immoral things like killing innocent people and claiming credit for his crimes. Once he got too excited, he wouldn't care whether the dead soldiers were enemy soldiers or his own. In his opinion, killing people was like a child pouring hot water on an ant nest, not caring how many were scalded to death. They were just insignificant ants!
But Chen Tang and Shao Chong are different.
They have to consider their own side before taking action.
In simple terms, the ultimate skill is banned, and you can only use basic attacks to attack the boss.
Jiang Ao, as his name suggests, is extremely arrogant.
He sensed the plot of Chen Tang and the other two, and chased after them with a loud laugh. It wasn't that he felt guilty and felt that he had won unfairly, but he simply felt that too many people would affect his heroic demeanor. How could the ants around him be as attractive as Chen Tang and the other two
winter-
Wei Shou noticed Jiang Ao's movements.
I cursed in my heart: A dog can’t change its nature!
Have you forgotten what happened to you back then due to Chu Yao
Running away at this time...
Ding! Ding! Ding!
While Wei Shou was complaining in his heart, a sharp spear came stabbing at him. Wherever the spear tip passed, tiny ice-blue snowflakes floated. He was shocked. If he was stabbed, the flesh around the wound would be frozen into a lump of ice.
But, I have to say, this shooting skill combined with the falling snow...
It's really pleasing to the eye.
"You have some skills as a warrior."
Wei Shou saw through the opponent's background at a glance.
The young general is born gentle and clear, with an elegant demeanor. He seems harmless, but in fact, there are undercurrents surging underneath.
"Why don't you wear armor?"
The young general looked annoyed.
Wei Shou's action was a humiliation to him!
"Of course I don't want to." Wei Shou's answer was very capricious.
The young general was naturally not polite. The spear in his hand flashed with silver light, and when he thrust it out, it turned into an iron whip as soft as a spirit snake: "In that case, you don't have to save your life!"
The barbs on the iron whip almost pierced Wei Shou's shoulder blade.
It was a close call, only the clothes were torn.
Wei Shou looked at the young general whose momentum was rising steadily, and knew that Huang Lie, the main rider, had hidden strength. If he didn't take it seriously, it might really become a military merit for the opponent to climb up.
He had no choice but to threaten again: "You forced me to do this. Anyone who has seen my armor is either blind or dead."
With a stomp of his foot, the pink martial energy enveloped him, and he was instantly transformed into a champagne-colored mountain-shaped armor, but the rest of the leather was pink. Fortunately, he had a dungaree to cover his face, otherwise where would he put his old face? This color was only liked by girls and scholars who liked romance, and it looked a bit weird on him.
The young general was indeed stunned.
Wei Shou didn't bother to be polite with him, and released a strong momentum that didn't match the color pink, and attacked without saying hello. The moves were dangerous and tricky, but the young general always felt that the opponent was holding back, otherwise he might be even more embarrassed to deal with it.
Overall, the coalition forces had an absolute advantage in numbers.
But Chaoli Pass’s military force is also not weak.
The key to victory or defeat does not lie in these generals, but in the large number of main forces. When Chen Tang was under Xiaocheng, he wanted to break the shield formed by the morale of more than 10,000 rebels of Gongxi Chou with his own strength. Although he failed, it also indirectly reflects that if these ordinary soldiers have enough morale, they can also fight against powerful warriors, 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 together cannot defeat a low-ranking official.
but-
What about one thousand, two thousand, or three thousand
What about ten thousand, twenty thousand, or thirty thousand
After the number exceeds 10,000, the size of the army formation can be further expanded, and even the evolution from quantitative change to qualitative change can be completed. Ten thousand people march together, advancing and retreating together, as one. The main force of Chaoli Pass is as many as 100,000! The small army formation is built into a large army formation, and when charging, it is no different from a meat grinder. The morale gathered above the head may turn into battering rams, running bulls, or rain of arrows.
At this time, cavalry from both sides of the coalition army rushed into the formation and cut off the enemy.
Wherever the sharp tip of the long sword passed, the blood of the dead souls was spilled along the way.
The war horses and the soldiers on them were like a fast-moving hill when they collided, and both sides had quite a few of these hills. Less than half an hour after the fight, a layer of ominous blood mist had already enveloped the battlefield.
Qin Li looked at his lord who was sitting in the center of the army and bowed to him from a distance. The lord waved his hand and said, "Gong Su, let the people of Chaoli Pass see if we, the insignificant ones, have the ability to slay a dragon!"
Slaying a dragon has never been a legend.
People like Zheng Qiao can't be considered dragons.
Qin Li said: "Yes."
Strange thick fog rises from all directions!
The range actually encompasses the entire battlefield!
Whether it was the enemies in front of him or the comrades around him, they were all submerged in the thick fog. He could not see his hand in front of him, which was terrifying.
However, the soldiers under Wu Xian's command were not panicked.
The appearance of thick fog means that the military advisor has taken action.
Chu Yao had to take care of his master and his own troops at the same time. Fortunately, they lacked everything except literary talents, and he was able to handle it with ease. Seeing the range of the thick fog, he knew that Qin Li's strength had improved again. This thick fog was all Qin Li's literary energy! A glimpse of the whole picture shows that Qin Li must have a literary palace, or a great literary palace...
"Perhaps the path of the scholar has also been fulfilled..."
Speaking of the word "perfect", Chu Yao was a little annoyed. Although his scholar's way could avoid crises, it was of limited use and could not be used on the battlefield, and it was not even under his control. Although he had a clue of perfection, Chu Yao had not yet completely sorted it out.
Luan Xin said, "Isn't he just causing trouble?"
In the thick fog, Wu Xian's army moved freely.
Move freely through the thick fog with unstoppable force.
The other allies could also hear the command, but after all, there was no tacit understanding, so it was unknown how much effect it could achieve. Luan Xin snorted, "With such incompleteness, can it be called the perfection of the way of the scholar?"
He looked up at the sky again.
Said: "The timing is perfect."
As he finished speaking, a drizzle began to fall from the sky.
The drizzle was mixed with Luan Xin's literary aura. If you could see his literary aura, you would find that it gradually gathered into a giant spider web. The person who was attached to the rain was a point on the spider web, connected by the literary aura into a "whole".
At the same time, the thick fog in some areas gradually dissipated.
Qin Li was the first to notice the change.
He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Luan Xin.
Across the surging crowd, Luan Xin was also looking at him.
Qin Li couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Is this a secret message or Luan Xin's way of being a scholar
In the previous dragon-slaying game, Luan Xin had only taken action a few times, but that didn't mean no one knew about it. Qin Li had been on the same path as Luan Xin and had seen his scholarly ways, but the effect was to boost morale.
There has never been any rain to drive away the fog, or the ability to distinguish between friend and foe.
This thought did not linger in my mind for too long.
The war situation is serious, and now is not the time to think about these things.
Chu Yao noticed something was wrong with Luan Xin.
“Justice?”
The latter turned his head very slowly, his expression a little dull. Compared to normal people, Luan Xin's reaction was slow to begin with, and it was even slower now. After a few breaths, Luan Xin replied to his question: "It's okay, it's the drawback of the scholar's way."
Chu Yao looked at Xun Zhen and his son who were stirring up trouble, and then looked at Kang Shi who was ready to gamble. Even Ning Yan, who had been keeping a low profile recently, secretly made a move. After a brief thought, he handed Luan Xin to Jiang Sheng: "Go ahead and send someone to protect Gong Yi. I'll go down to meet my old friends and keep in touch with them."
The young general who intercepted Wei Shou was about to give up.
Jiang Ao was not in charge of the central army, and the command of the Chaoli Pass army was in the hands of Jiang Ao's confidants, but the other side obviously had no experience in major battles, and they lost their composure as soon as they saw a decline. Although the troops consumed in the war were not Wei Shou's, he could not just watch and do nothing. After dealing with the young generals, Wei Shou would be able to free up his hands to gather his personal soldiers for a counterattack. Chu Yao had experienced his crazy fighting style.
Wei Shou’s defense is like a turtle for eternity.
Once it is released from the cage, it becomes a mad turtle.
Jiang Sheng's mouth twitched, but he could only agree helplessly.
"Take care, Wu Hui, and may your literary career continue to flourish!"
Looking at the coalition forces, it seems that only our own scholars are not in the rear, but are gathering at the front line. Is this abnormal
Every scribe has his or her own favorite starting words.
Chu Yao is no exception.
"Sink into water and fire, and you will perish!"
The vast literary aura poured out from the Wen Palace of Danfu.
The spirit condensed and instantly transformed into a giant dragon of 40 to 50 feet in length, with vivid dragon scales, each of which exuded a sinister and evil aura. The dragon's eyes turned and looked down from the sky, locking onto Wei Shou below. Wei Shou also became extremely alert.