693: Dou Chaoli (Qian) [Please give me a monthly ticket](1/2)
In an instant, it reverses and reverses.
Everyone's hearts were hanging up and down and unable to fall to the ground.
I don't know who muttered this question.
"Where has the second one gone?"
Gu Ren clenched the fist in his sleeve and suppressed the urge to run over to find the phantom - it was obvious that the phantom, who was dressed as suspected to be the high priest of the Gongxi tribe, had a close relationship with Chen Tang. Finding Chen Tang was equivalent to grasping the clue.
He forced himself to sit back and answered casually: "Look at how Chen Jun looks like a normal-minded person? If his mind is like a child, it would be normal to count it."
All members of the coalition: "..."
Mr. Chen really can’t count?
Or are you deliberately playing with Jiang Ao?
Gu Ren sighed harder and asked, "What if that?"
What bad intentions can a child have?
Wu Xian also breathed a sigh of relief.
If Jiang Ao's attack really fell, although he would not die, the coalition forces would be in a mess and their morale plummeted, and it would be even more difficult to win this battle. Chen Tang's appearance and serious injuries were beyond his expectations, but even more unexpected was his amazing performance. At the same time, he also fully understood what Qin Li was afraid of - his brother Chen, he is full of wings!
Chen Tang didn't care about the little thoughts of the coalition forces.
She and Jiang Ao played the ghost-catching game on the battlefield.
One-sided—
He ran, she chased, and he couldn't fly.
It is hard to fly in all senses.
Jiang Ao didn't know why Chen Tang had such a change, but he knew that the other party did have the ability to take his life at this time.
Previously, he entrusted his striking attack on the coalition camp, and in addition to fighting against Chen Tang Shaochong, the martial arts reserves consumed 70% to 80%. Although his strength reached this level, he would automatically absorb the energy of heaven and earth when he breathed and restore the martial arts, but inexplicably, his current situation was very dangerous.
Jiang Ao was working hard, and a stream of light rushed towards him. Seeing that he was about to be safe, Chen Tang, who was chasing him slowly, whispered softly, and threw out the loving mother's sword in his hand: "Scattered in various places!"
The crisscrossing words instantly encompass half of the battlefield.
Looking down from the sky, this is a huge chessboard. There are many literary scholars who participated in the battle between the enemy and us. Their [scattered chess] ranges are large and small, and they overlap and overlap, but in terms of scale, they cannot be compared with Chen Tang.
"Jiang Ao, [who knows how to return when you are confused]!"
A giant scroll composed of literary qi was suspended in the air and quickly unfolded in front of Jiang Ao. Jiang Ao reacted quickly, but because of the inertia, a black and white vortex appeared on the scroll, which sucked him into it with a powerful suction force.
The last breath was swallowed by the scroll.
The next breath he fell from mid-air and hit Chen Tang's eyes.
The simple smile of the boy was, the amazing sword energy he waved in his hand. The target of the arc-shaped sword energy of dozens of feet was him!
Jiang Ao is worthy of being a brave warrior who has experienced many battles.
Even if he was caught off guard, he could still deal with it in time. His martial energy burst out all over his body, and he used the sword energy to attack him. He used the skill of using a 4-two to achieve a thousand pounds to minimize the frontal damage. The center of gravity sinks, as if he fell to the ground, and ran away without turning his head back.
The result is naturally no different.
The scroll is only aimed at Jiang Ao. No matter which direction he runs, he will return to Chen Tang, and he looks like a "ghost hitting a wall".
Looking at Chen Tang's joking eyes, Jiang Ao made up his mind!
"Hold me to help!"
After the words came to an end, the nearest legion responded.
With Jiang Ao as the center, he frantically absorbed the morale condensed above the legion's head, and the martial arts are recovering at an astonishing speed. Compared with independent recovery, this thing is faster than fast charging. However, the disadvantages are also obvious. This combat army formation that loses morale will become the weakest defect on the battlefield, and is very likely to be caught by the enemy, and then break the surface and tear the hole open!
But would Jiang Ao worry about these things?
Of course not.
He didn't care about the life and death of these soldiers.
Compared with their sixteenth-class master, they were as cheap as grass. If they could sacrifice to help him, it would be their honor. The Dan Mansion was filled again, Jiang Ao felt that he was doing it again and shook again. Chen Tang watched him perform quietly.
"I've caught you."
"But it's a pity to just kill you like this."
She opened her natural and innocent apricot eyes.
"No one played with Youli before, Youli was so boring. But you are different from the old turtle shell, so Youli like you very much. Youli decided-" She raised her hand and hooked her fingers, and the lovely mother's sword flew to her palm in an instant, and she was able to easily attack Jiang Ao. "Let's play other games. I ask, you answer. If you answer wrong or don't answer, you will get a sword!"
This is the treatment that only her "friends" can get.
"First question, please listen to the old turtle shell--"
"What's your dad's name?"
How could Jiang Ao answer Chen Tang’s question?
So, when she answered the countdown ended, Chen Tang said happily: "The answer is wrong, the old turtle shell will be punished!"
Jiang Ao thought that it would be okay to avoid or block the so-called sword in Chen Tang's mouth. Unexpectedly, when he dodged for a while, a blood flower suddenly broke out on his shoulders, and there was an extremely narrow sword mark on his shoulder armor, and blood flowed out along the cracks.
"The answer to the first question is grandpa."
"The second question, the old turtle shell listens well-"
“Is Makabaka a man or a woman?”
Jiang Ao looked cold and hit the ground with a heavy sword in his hand. The half-meter-wide sword energy was like the fin of a shark's dorsal fin, cracking towards Chen Tang, and the land under his feet cracked to both sides. Chen Tang also waved his sword to fight back, and the two sword energy with equal momentum collided head-on in the middle.
Boom-
The half-meter-wide crack spreads outward again.
The sword energy struggle was born in an instant, and Chen Tang's sword energy was even better after all, and he was rushing towards Jiang Ao with constant speed.
He gave up frontal resistance, and swung his body in the air to avoid the sword energy path, killing Chen Tang, and throwing the soldiers behind him screamed.
Chen Tang regretted: "The answer was wrong, the answer was a man."
She raised her hand to face Jiang Ao.
The waves of air rolled up flying sand and rushed to all directions.
"The third question, Xianggu was hit by orange on the road. Xianggu was furious and let orange die, and orange died. Why is this? This is also the last question. If you still can't answer it, just go with orange!"
Chen Tang's palms accumulated strength to blow it away and flew backwards.
Where can Jiang Ao answer?
"Three! Two! One!"
Jiang Ao stabilized his body and was about to fight again. When he was sweating in cold sweat, he found that Chen Tang's "Yi" came from behind him. A scythe blade hooked from behind against his neck and the breath of death poured into his brain from the blade close to his neck.
Chen Tang narrowed his apricot eyes slightly and resolutely closed his strength.
The sickle cuts the necklace with a piece of armor, and it is as easy as cutting tofu as a knife. When the necklace is broken, there is the human skin emitting heat. When the blood column gushed out from the scar as big as a bowl, a head fell to the ground and rolled several times, but the head was not Jiang Ao's.
Chen Tang carried the blood-stained scythe and turned his head to look towards the enemy. Her eyes crossed the crowd and saw that Jiang Ao, who should have been cut off from her head, was supported by two personal soldiers. A very long knife cut was left on the neck connected to the robe.
Just a little bit, he lost his head.
There was also a middle-aged scholar standing beside Jiang Ao.
The latter also noticed Chen Tang's gaze and glanced over. Chen Tang smiled at him and used a sickle to cut his head.
The middle-aged scribe was indifferent to her threat.
Jiang Ao's self-esteem was greatly challenged.
Although he was rescued, he still remembered the feeling of that moment in his mind, as if it was not Chen Tang but Yan Luo standing behind him. He raised his hand and touched his neck. The obvious gap in his neck made him sweat coldly behind him, and he was very afraid.
He gritted his teeth in anger and said, "Zhu Zi!"
He actually made him lose such a big face. When he thought of the battle with Chen Tang in the second half of the battle, his embarrassment when he was struggling, strong hatred surged in his heart. His eyes were fierce and vicious. This humiliation must be washed by the other party’s head!
The middle-aged scribe stared and said, "The general is careless."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Ao threw his murderous eyes.
"Where is your part here to speak?"
The middle-aged scholar's eyes were not turbulent.
He seemed not surprised by Jiang Aoen's reaction to revenge.
Jiang Ao turned his head, muttering to himself in a low voice, or to the middle-aged scholar: "Hmph, let him be arrogant for a few days... Next time, use the head of the barehead to sacrifice the flag!"
The middle-aged literati said, "That's Chen Tang."
The battlefield was in chaos, and Jiang Ao didn't hear it clearly.
"What?"
The middle-aged scribe reminded him: "The young man who caused the general to suffer losses is Chen Tang, the governor of Longwu County, and one of the forces of the Alliance."
Jiang Ao's face trembled violently and twitched for several times.
To be continued...