Chapter 368 The Tide of the War Spirit Army

Let's roar together!

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The ghost world is full of yin and cold breath, the air is yin and cold, the wind is yin and cold, and even the smell is full of uncomfortable yin and cold feeling.

The strong wind in the ghost world was howling, and the god-infernal evil headed by King Wuyou was not low, but in this kind of cold wind, an inexplicable cold feeling penetrated into the body and entered the bones, making people tremble involuntarily.

"What is that!" The voice in the evil spirit seemed to be like a *** or a suffocation.

It is a war spirit, a lot of war spirit, a lot of war spirit.

If it is a war spirit, it is not worth being surprised. There are many warriors who are not suitable for having war spirits because of their physique, but there are also many warriors with three or four, or even up to seven or eight war spirits.

War spirits are not rare at all. But what if there are many war spirits?

Wang Ce roared to the sky like a madman. This indescribable rage and indescribable sadness almost made the strong wind in the ghost world retreat.

Around Wang Ce, there were one battle spirit, two battle spirits, ten or one hundred battle spirits, and then countless battle spirits emerged!

Countless war spirits seemed to appear densely in the sand dunes for a moment. The behaviors of these war spirits were neat and uniform, just like... a well-trained army on the battlefield!

The fierce fighting spirit is like an elite army. This is originally composed of elite troops!

Wang Ce was in the dense battle spirit army, with blue veins on his forehead, and he raised his roar to the sky: "It's not that I don't have power, but that you, no one has ever forced me to use these powers!"

It has always been not that he did not want to use the Battle Spirit Army, but that no one forced him to use it, but that there was no place for the Battle Spirit Army to use it, but that it was not time to use the Battle Spirit Army.

The War Spirit Army has not yet reached its most powerful time. In order not to be strangled in the cradle, it is only necessary to never use it until it is desperate.

As long as Wang Ce becomes a martial master, starts the "Emperor's Way", and implements the resurrection of the legion, it should be the time when the War Spirit Army boards the stage of the Nine Continents. As soon as Wang Ce enters Dalu, he is not afraid of offending Dalu, nor is he afraid of making enemies with Dalu.

Because, he will soon have the War Spirit Legion, enough to compete with the Dalu Army.

Brother Cialis saw that Emperor Tang saw that Wang Ce was playing a game of chess. However, he did not see through what kind of chess he was playing a game of chess because everyone did not know that there was a variable in the War Spirit Legion.

The ghost world was silent, only Wang Ce's roar was left in the sky!

King Wuyou and others suffocated for a while, their minds were shocked, and they were shocked endlessly. For a moment, their minds were almost blank!

"Someone actually has more than nine battle spirits, and there is actually a battle spirit army!"

How could anyone have such a number of war spirits under the nine continents? How could someone do it? It was like one day someone thought that the sun and moon that would always shine and heat suddenly cheated and came back to life. It was probably nothing more surprising than that.

The most iron rule was broken by Wang Ce, and it was broken with his own eyes.

This indescribable feeling and impact force even made the evil spirits clearly see Wang Cemai move a strange step and approach quickly. He still couldn't react for a moment!

Almost extremely surging sword light filled the sky. A martial master was attacked and the qi automatically protected his body. He immediately came to his senses. Wang Ce did not care about the surprise attack at this time, and a backhand used his usual assassination method and shocked several times in succession.

With a slap, the tip of the sword sank into the throat of the Dougang God. It was swept away and the rotten flesh was sprinkled on the bodies of the gods!

Taking advantage of this moment, Wang Ce spared almost no effort to launch a sneak attack, killing one person again and retreated decisively into the Battle Spirit Army. Wang Ce was solemn and roared with anger: "Baima Yicheng, attack!"

Gongsun Zan, dressed in white, stepped forward and let out a deafening roar: "Baima Yicong, attack, attack, attack!"

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Three thousand white horses without horses and weapons were all extremely fierce, making a roar that shook the sky, running in the scattered infantry formation, getting faster and faster, and the rumbling footsteps carried endless impact!

King Wuyou and others were shocked. After a long time, a Dougang master rushed out: "Many battle spirits!"

King Wuyou's heart was filled with huge waves, and his appearance was deep: "Hmph, it's just a group of low-level battle spirits. How great can they do! Look at me!" King Wuyou jumped up in the air, his hands were broken for a moment, as if a terrifying fist was swung down!

The ground burst and shaking, just the power of a punch, and it was like killing ants. It could kill more than a hundred battle spirits.

With one blow, King Wuyou confidently rolled his sleeves. In an instant, the energy was like heavy moving earth walls, and in a blink of an eye it was like harvesting wheat, causing about three hundred white horses to die from the spot.

Wang Ce's expression remained unchanged. He had guessed the result since he dispatched the White Horse Yi since before.

Although the War Spirit Army is an elite, or even the elite among the elite, it was the trump card among the elite army during its lifetime. But in fact, the opponent should be the army, but it is not as good as the deified masters.

The army is almost meaningless to the deified masters, and it is a killing blockbuster!

Not to mention ordinary troops, even special forces such as the Northern Wu Army that specializes in dealing with masters, they must use consumption methods and try to eliminate the entire army to kill the Three Flowers Martial Master. It is just the Three Flowers Martial Master!

The opponent of the army should be the army.

This is the significance of setting up large-scale camps in various countries and the significance of setting up vocational departments in spy groups.

King Wuyou took two moves, and three thousand white horses without horses and weapons died in a blink of an eye. It immediately calmed down the panic of other gods.

The evil spirits sneered, jumped forward, raised their hands and squeezed the sword energy, and as if they were cutting wheat, a large area of ​​white horses fell from soldiers and turned into blue smoke in the sky!

Wang Ce was calm and expected. A terrifying energy fell silently on the sand dune, and suddenly rumbling and exploded an extremely deep hole, and sand flew all over the sky!

King Wuyou fell from the sky and walked towards Wang Ce step by step: "Do you think you can defeat us by fighting the Spirit Army?"

Wang Ce spit out a mouthful of sand and stood up slowly: "You are wrong. I didn't expect the Zhan Ling Army to defeat you. I will defeat you personally, and then..." Sen Ran spit out two words from his teeth: "Kill you!"

Sometimes he can run, sometimes he can't run. Today, he doesn't want to run anymore, he wants to fight like a half-imperial soul!

"Hahaha, it's up to you!" King Wuyou laughed wildly with disdain, shook Jiuxiao, disappeared on the spot and appeared in front of Wang Ce, and knocked Wang Ce away with a punch: "Just rely on you now?"

Wang Ce rolled on the sand dune, took advantage of the momentum to roll, slap off the sand grains, and suddenly felt cold: "No, just rely on me!"

He shook his body and whistled in one step. Suddenly, a change was made, and the shadow-grabbing step was used together. The infinite sword light filled the blink of an eye. The King Wuyou looked at Wang Ce coldly as he used the absolutely sharp fast sword, and quickly slashed and slashed his energy!

He can't even break the qi!

But King Wuyou only made a light blow. Wang Ce flew out dozens of meters in a mess, and King Wuyou was full of ridiculous sneering and confidence: "Wang Ce, if you could be equal to me in thirty years, but today, you are just an ant under my command!"

The King of Worry took a step and approached with a cold and disdainful look: "I want to crush you to death, and you have to die!"

He punched out and thundered a thunderbolt. Wang Ce fell to the ground like a thrown stone, but he stood up again like a tumbler who could not be knocked down: "At least now, not only is I not dead, but I am still very comfortable."

King Wuyou suddenly hated the thing about the heart. Any warrior hated this turtle shell that was difficult to break through. When it comes to the heart, it was simply a bloody and tears story of the warrior.

But suddenly I heard Wang Ce roar and shout: "Zeng Guofan, lead your Hunan Army to attack and attack all the enemies!"

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The white horse, who has no horses and weapons, has its combat effectiveness first reduced.

However, the opponent of the Zhan Ling Army is not a deified master. Among the evil deeds of this time, one martial master died tragically. Except for the remaining Wuyou King and two martial masters, most of the others are Dougang masters.

When Gongsun Zan ordered three thousand white horses to follow, he almost died by the way of killing the crowd. Baima Yicheng soldiers transformed into a tide, and launched an attack on more than a dozen Dougang masters without fear of death.

When Zeng Guofan led 5,000 Hunan Army to join the battle, the group of gods felt even more difficult.

There are many reasons why the ghost world and the human world are peaceful, but one of them is definitely because of the ghost army. The ghost army is not afraid of death, and its attack is enough to defeat the psychology of most troops.

The Ghost Army is endless. Ten or one hundred lives are worth it if it is replaced by a human soldier.

At this time, the War Spirit Army launched an attack just as fiercely as the Ghost Army. The demons were in a daze and felt that they were really dealing with the Ghost Army.

The god with the lowest cultivation level finally couldn't stand it and was soon rushed to the battlefield spirit army. Then, it was submerged, and quickly submerged the god with the god as if it were the ocean.

The shrill scream before his death made King Wuyou's hand tremble suddenly. Wang Ce's groan and flew backwards, and saw a martial master's every move, and the Zhan Ling Army fell down like he was cutting wheat.

He must first kill two martial masters, otherwise it would be meaningless to have many battles with the spirit army. Wang Ce's heart suddenly felt awe-in, and he turned his body into the air like an eagle attacking.

The sword energy swept over the qi, and immediately rippled with layers of waves.

As fast as lightning, Wang Ce rolled over with a lazy donkey, supported the ground with his left hand and glided away. In an instant, the bright sword was raised and raised!

A very strange way of fighting! The evil warrior of the gods rubbed his body in a mess and avoided it, and the energy swelled. Almost at this moment, Wang Ceru moved his five fingers, and the thunderous sand turned into flying sand in the sword light, covering his vision.

It's like a gray earth dragon mixed with yellow, with a burst of exciting sword energy with its teeth and claws!
Chapter completed!