Shengzi Laoshen is here, with an expression that I want to make trouble, but you can't say me yet, "Would you like to try?"
"You can give it a try, but eight hundred is against one hundred thousand. It's too much movement." Li Ye looked calm, and slowly stretched out three fingers, "Three thousand is enough."
Shengzi chuckled, with confidence in his mind, and he had the attitude that you can play whatever you want, and I will win for sure: "Three thousand is three thousand. Let me do the math first, one hundred thousand becomes three thousand, and my eight hundred fighters should become three thousand." How many... ... "
Li Ye leaned towards the Holy Son, and what he said made the Holy Son stunned: "Don't forget it, three thousand battles eight hundred."
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"What did you say?! You use 3,000 people, and you want to fight my 800 qi training warlocks?!" Shengzi looked like you had taken the wrong medicine, and immediately realized, "You want to send your monks in the army , are all drawn out individually?"
Li Ye sneered: "Why do you have to spend so much time fighting against your eight hundred monks—Shangguan Qingcheng!"
The silver-armored and white-robed Shangguan Qingcheng, who had immediately stood in front of the general's platform, was watching the battle formation rehearsal. Hearing this, he immediately got off his horse and came to the general's platform. He clasped his fists and responded, "The last general is here!"
Li Ye said indifferently: "You bring three thousand soldiers from Langya, and prepare to face the Holy Son's... eight hundred monks."
Shangguan Qingcheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then he looked at the Holy Son with a particularly unkind look, that was the look of you provoking me, you are ready to die, "The last general takes orders!"
When Shangguan Qingcheng retreated to call for the trilogy, Shengzi grinned and said to Li Ye: "You really dare to play like this? You general, you had a strange look just now, as if you thought I offended her?"
Li Ye said without squinting: "Langya has never done anything like bullying the few with more people. If you challenge her with 800 people, she will naturally feel that her dignity has been insulted."
The Holy Son couldn't help chuckling: "Let's see, whose dignity has been insulted."
After saying that, he waved his hand to let the nine-tailed demon fox summon the monster monks to line up on the school field to prepare for the battle.
Not long after, there were three thousand fine riders of Langya, and they lined up opposite the eight hundred monster monks at a distance of thousands of steps.
The three thousand riders of Spike Fang were imposing, silent and full of murderous aura, like a giant beast about to erupt.
Although the eight hundred monster monks lined up, they all looked relaxed and casual. They were still whispering to each other, and there were bursts of ridicule from time to time, and they pointed at Langya Du Sanqian, completely ignoring each other.
The Holy Son glanced at Li Ye, his expression was relaxed, and he was thinking of teasing him: "With 3,000 mortal warriors, you dare to face 800 monks from the monster clan. King An really trusts his own trilogy. !"
Li Ye looked as usual: "If you lose later, how the eight hundred monks will arrange it all depends on my words. Don't go back on your word."
"My Son, when did you regret what you said?" The Son flicked his long sleeves, as if you underestimated the personality of the Son.
Li Ye slowly raised his hand: "Let's go to war!"
The drums sounded suddenly.
Shangguan Qingcheng held up Poyun's spear: "Spike Fang obeys orders, charge forward!"
Three thousand fine riders stepped slowly, gradually increasing their speed, and approached the eight hundred qi training warlocks step by step.
The sound of war drums and the sound of horseshoes gradually became thicker and denser. The three thousand spirits moved slowly, quickly, to galloping, and finally galloped out. From the beginning to the end, the army formation was tight and orderly. The distance between the soldiers was like a ruler, and no one made the slightest mistake. They were arrayed vertically, horizontally, and vertically, and even the rhythm of the horse's hooves rising and falling were all at one point.
Smoke and dust billowed, and under the leadership of Shangguan Qingcheng in silver armor and white robe, the three thousand cavalry were as powerful as tigers and wolves, and a faint light gradually lit up in the battle formation!
"Soldier battle formation?" Seeing this, the Holy Son had a clear look in his eyes, "No wonder His Highness dared to let them fight, it turned out to be a military formation. But even a military formation, it can't stop my eight hundred Qi training monks !"
For someone like Shengzi, the battle of military strategists is naturally no secret.
Li Ye looked as usual: "I'll give you fifteen words to think about it. If you refuse to admit defeat, don't blame me afterwards."
"Fifteen words?" Shengzi was puzzled, but immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, my demon clan will not lose!"
Eight hundred monks from the monster race were contemptuous at first, but now they are finally serious. They looked at each other, and when the three thousand riders galloped to the critical line, they jumped up one after another, facing the battle formation of fine riders. Using various spells together, you don't want to throw money at the battle formation, and the midair is suddenly filled with brilliance, and fireballs, sword qi, gusts of wind, rain arrows, etc. appear one after another.
Shangguan Qingcheng shouted loudly: "Spike City, join the battle!"
The three thousand fine riders shouted suddenly, resounding through the sky, and the hazy light suddenly flourished on the formation, forming an upside-down light curtain like a bowl.
Many spells blasted into the light curtain and exploded in an instant, with the sound of air explosions one after another, and the aura scattered and wreaked havoc.
However, after a round of bombardment, the light curtain only dimmed, showing no sign of collapse.
The eight hundred monster monks saw this scene after their brilliance dissipated, their faces were full of astonishment.
Even the Holy Son showed surprise in his eyes.
Shangguan Qingcheng's eyes were iron: "Spike City, move forward!"
The battle formation of three thousand elite cavalry has not stopped at all, even in the face of the overwhelming spells, they are still galloping and attacking. This time he rushed out, not far from the Yaozu cultivator queue.
"What are you still doing, keep attacking!" The nine-tailed demon fox who was watching the battle hurriedly shouted.
The monks of the Yaozu all showed ruthlessness and attacked again. This time they all used their full strength, and their spells were more intensive and violent than before, blasting in the light curtain, and the sound of the air explosion was even louder.
Suddenly, the light curtain shattered, exposing three thousand elite riders.
But at this time, none of the monks from the monster race showed any joy. Because the speed of the three thousand fine riders did not drop, and no one was injured, they had already rushed in front of them, just a few feet away.
The corners of Shangguan Qingcheng's mouth slightly raised, and his order was unprecedentedly loud: "Spike City, break the formation!"
Three thousand fine riders rushed into the formation of the monster race, like a bull entering the sheepfold, either knocking the monster monks into the air or injuring them. Only when soldiers meet each other can we know the power of military formations. Every soldier is like a mountain, easily unshakable, and like a heavy hammer, sweeping away all obstacles.
The monsters flew around like birds and beasts.
Shengzi's complexion changed drastically, his eyes were full of panic, and he quickly shouted: "Stop, stop!"
He has already seen that many monster monks are still struggling to resist, but facing a whole group of three thousand elite cavalry, they are simply like mantises. Except for the monks at the advanced level of Qi training, even if they are at the middle level of Qi training, if they block the front of the arrow array, they will only end up being seriously injured and flying backwards.
Let the wolf teeth break out, and the damage to the monster monks is definitely not small!
Li Ye glanced at Shengzi: "The time of fifteen characters has passed, it's too late."
Shengzi was shocked, and he finally realized what is called the time of fifteen characters. From "Spike City, face the battle" at the beginning of Shangguan Qingcheng to "Spike City, break the formation" at the end, there are exactly fifteen words!
Fifteen words, three military orders, and Spike's teeth have already broken through the monster clan's battle formation!
Shengzi clenched his fists tightly and stared at Shangguan Qingcheng, his voice inevitably trembling: "She is not a military general...not an ordinary general! Her cultivation has reached the level of a military general!"
Li Ye smiled: "It is indeed a military general, and not an ordinary general. The Spikes commanded by Shangguan Qingcheng have three thousand riders. After the war, they have long been a whole. Even without the blessing of the military formation, The absolute elite in the world, with the blessing of military strategists, can already benefit from each other with Shangguan Qingcheng. To put it bluntly, with three thousand soldiers, even breathing is the same rhythm."
The Holy Son was speechless for a moment, but felt his mouth full of bitterness.
Military generals are extremely difficult to repair, and basically only available in troubled times. There is no war in the peaceful and prosperous age, and there is no experience of blood and fire. Where do military generals come from? And after the general, there are generals and famous generals. Since ancient times, there have been only a few famous generals, and there will not be a few military generals in a dynasty. It can be said that if you become a military general, as long as other factors are not too bad, you will be almost invincible in frontal battles!
Although Shangguan Qingcheng is not a general yet, Shengzi has extraordinary knowledge after all, and he has already seen that Shangguan Qingcheng has the qualifications to become a general!
Such generals, such three thousand cavalry, and eight hundred qi-training monks who have not practiced battle formation, gathered together in a hurry, it is indeed impossible to defeat.
And with such a battle formation, even if Li Ye didn't have the help of Yaozu monks, he would have few opponents on the frontal battlefield.
Realizing this, the Son secretly panicked. This shows that even without the help of his monster monks, Li Ye is very likely to capture Hedong...
As a result, the status of the monks of the Yaozu is embarrassing.
Li Ye glanced at Shengzi, took the other person's expression into his eyes, and smiled: "How? Now I want to break up the monster monks and organize them into the army. What's your opinion?"
Shengzi hesitated for a while, then smiled wryly: "I have no objection."
After the spikes broke through, they turned a big bend and ran back, the speed gradually decreased, and finally stopped in front of Dianjiangtai. It was still a neat and uniform army formation, and the aura of silence seemed to have not experienced a fierce battle at all.
Shangguan Qingcheng came to the front of the stage and replied: "The last general is lucky to live up to his fate!"
Li Ye's smile was much more sincere: "Thank you, General."
"Willing to die for the military commander!" Shangguan Qingcheng said with high spirits.
"Willing to die for the commander in chief!" The three thousand wolf teeth rode finely, punching their chests, and burst into a roar that resounded through the world.
With this roar, Sheng Zi's expression changed again. The eight hundred monks who cultivated Qi from the monster clan were injured and collapsed. Although few died, many were injured. At this moment, supporting each other and gathering together, they are like a plate of loose sand. Against their backdrop, the three thousand fangs are all the more extraordinary.
Before Shangguan Qingcheng stepped back, he glanced at Shengzi, the meaning couldn't be more obvious. Your warriors are incomparable with His Highness's warriors, so don't bring yourself to be humiliated in the future.
The Holy Son was miserable.
Even the nine-tailed demon fox standing behind Shengzi was depressed at the moment. She saw the appearance of the Son of God, and felt that it was unreal. Why did that omnipotent and invincible Son come to Li Ye's place, so he kept being deflated again and again? Is the Holy Son really inferior to Li Ye? Not as good as this mortal prince