The tall man looked at the unruly red-armored young man and realized that the opponent's strength was only this, that is, the level of an ordinary mountain god. He really couldn't believe what his colleagues said, and he rushed over without even turning.
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But the swordsman was absolutely certain about this matter. The tall man pondered for a moment, and when he saw that the young man was not very strong and had an ordinary background, he frowned: "Why can't you kill him?"
The swordsman punched the young man in the chest, causing the young general to be so painful that he could not speak for a moment. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and then he looked away with an expressionless face:
"His name is Huo Qubing, a member of the Yuxu sect."
"Yuxumen
The tall man murmured these four words and understood his teammates' concerns.
If anyone else kills him, he will be killed. However, it is Yuxu Clan who is one of the top ten disciples who is good at cause and effect. It is okay to cover up with turbid air at the moment. If he is killed, he will definitely be noticed.
, will expose oneself, and will expose the aura of oneself and others in the Qing Dynasty in advance.
Therefore, it cannot be killed.
It is even difficult to pollute its true spirit with turbid air. This also means that the death of the original true spirit will trigger the awareness of [karma]. At this time, the tall man really felt the two concepts of cause and effect and heaven. Why?
Same level as [Destiny]
Okay, I understand him, but what about the others?"
"So many, are they all members of the so-called Yuxu Sect?!"
He raised his eyes and swept his sharp eyes across the front. Behind the young man, there were ragged 'people', their bodies were sealed by layers of formations, their faces were silent, as if they were in a state of embarrassment.
There are hundreds of slaves.
He realized that if there were only two, an old man and a young man, they would probably be taken away directly, which would be useless. However, there are hundreds of people here, of all races, which is enough to be a burden. "Kill them all."
The swordsman was silent, and suddenly a sword energy popped up, shining to the left and right.
So it can be clearly seen that the qi of the young general and the qi of these hundreds of ragged slave-like people merge directly into one. It is the only military battle formation of the human race. The art of connecting qi, the swordsman is stunned.
Said: "I've already tried it."
"After catching them, he has been resonating with this group of living beings from Beihai."
"This is a strange formation, and the fatal damage will be equally distributed."
"And this guy's strength is actually below average among these people. If he wants to kill them, he will die first."
The young general sneered and looked down upon them.
The swordsman suddenly took action, and hit the young general's head hard with the sword in his hand, causing a hideous wound on his head. Then he kicked him to the ground with a heavy kick, and kept hitting and stepping on him hard with his feet.
The boy's injuries became more and more serious, but such severe injuries did not interrupt the connection between Qi and Qi.
Only the hundreds of Beihai elites stood silently.
Some people couldn't bear it and took half a step forward, only to be stared at coldly by the young general. So he could only slowly withdraw his right foot.
"Humph! It's a prickly head!"
The swordsman hit the young general's face with a scabbard, causing blood to fly. The young man was beaten so hard that he just spat out bloody saliva, with a gloomy and unruly expression, and sneered: "Hey, haven't you eaten? That's all.
What strength?!"
"My little lady can hit me harder than you." The swordsman looked livid.
Holding the hilt of the sword, I wanted to kill this kid with one strike.
In the end, it was just a heavy kick - kicking his chest, causing large cracks in the armor made by the world's top craftsmen and the North Sea craftsman Fu Ce. The whole person flew back and hit the formation, with a painful expression on his face. The red color flew out from the middle of the young general's armor and fell.
Huo Qubing's expression changed, and he subconsciously rushed over to snatch it back. However, a foot directly stepped on his arm.
The tall man leaned over and picked up the things he wanted to take back. He saw that it was a flag, a slightly darker red, surrounded by black borders, with large characters "汉" written on it in a simple way.
"give me back!"
Huo Qubing roared lowly in his throat.
"Hmph, it's just a few hundred pieces of trash, so take them all with you.
The tall man sneered and shook his hand. The Han military flag was thrown down. Then when Huo Qubing went to snatch it, he stepped on the only remaining Han military flag that Wei Qing personally gave to Huo Qubing. The soles of his shoes were The blood and mud were crushed hard.
Finally, with anger, he smashed Huo Qubing out with majestic strength, with a cold expression on his face:
"When the time comes, drive them ahead and use them as bait and cannon fodder. These are just a few hundred ordinary people, what's the use?!"
Turning around with a puff of sleeves, he strode away. Not long after, he threw the old man Sudi over. The old man cursed and saw the young general over there, and saw the hundreds of North Sea warriors who were silent, and escorted the young man. in the middle.
If it weren't for Huo Qubing during this period, basically all of them would have been killed.
They could only watch the young general being tortured.
There are descendants of the gods, water tribes, and ferocious beasts in the pools. At this moment, they are all watching silently as they are put in. It can even be said that they are always watching the turbid gods and demons with such calm and suppressed eyes. .
Like lava flowing under the ice.
Only the sound of breathing and the subtle sound of layers of chains shaking could be heard.
The silent chilling air flowed like water. Su Di shrank his neck and was about to speak with a dry smile. Then he saw the young man over there staggering up, picking up the flag and holding it in his arms. He lowered his head and suddenly said after a while: "Old man, were you arrested too?"
"Yeah, well, it's all my fault for being careless. That slap was really merciless."
Su Di complained in annoyance.
Finally, I looked at the chains on my body that suppressed my strength, and saw only frustration.
There is no other way. Back then, after all the basic information was shared, only the auxiliary type of power [Transformation] was left. This thing can be combined with Lao Hu's [Refining the Fake and the Real], and there are still some methods, which can be separated. It's very tasteless when you come.
At least he's not good at attacking with force.
NND, if someone had that kind of skill, he would shoot them all to death.
I have been a wise man all my life. I have been wise all my life, and I have seen countless joys. I didn't expect that I would become a joy in the end.
But it’s best that neither Lao Buzhou nor Hu find me. Die?
Can!
Turn it into fun? No!
Turn it into fun and then be laughed at by Laobuzhou and Hu?
Then I have to crawl out even if I die!
The young man laughed and said: "Then how about we join forces? These people seem to be planning to do something." The emperor hesitated for a moment, sensing that the turbid gods and demons regarded his side as cannon fodder, because they were not Feeling that there was still more waves to be made, he didn’t care about what he was talking about at all. He relaxed and muttered:
"Yes, yes, but how? How many people do you have?"
Huo Qubing lowered his eyes and looked at the battle flag in his hand that was trampled and stained with blood and mud.
When his uncle handed it to him back then, the battle flag was as blazing as a burning man. The Eight Hundred Qingyong Cavalry he led at that time, now all the old friends have passed away, and only he and this person are left in the memory of that year—— An old battle flag.
And in the memory, the glory of Yan Han only exists here, he said in a hoarse voice
road:
"It was originally a thousand, but it has been reduced a bit. Now, I still have eight hundred Qingqi."
Behind him, the eight hundred Beihai elites who were originally unconvinced by his leadership of the army were silent. They all took half a step forward. The soldiers' looks were filled with chilling aura in the silence, connected with the young man's aura. In the heavy air, there seemed to be a giant red dragon. rising behind him.
Fierce and fierce man.
"Everyone can fight to the death."
Su Di looked at the evil spirit that seemed to be real and murmured to himself:.
The fetus changed shape?"
Who said that the body must be made of flesh and blood to change shape?
"I think I have a solution
The young man looked at the battle flag, folded it carefully, and placed it in his arms near his heart.
Uncle, the battle flag of the Han Dynasty will definitely fly.
On the graves of you JL bunch of jerks!
Wei Yuan rubbed his brows, packed up the books in his hands, and put them on the cabinet.
Looking at the blue sky outside, all the cracks in the mountains and seas that once existed have been smoothed away. He took a sip of the milk tea next to him and bit the paper straw. Originally, he still had a lot of things to do, including trying to wake up Chi You and Xingtian's body needs a trip to Tushan, but now it's all suppressed.
Momentarily dragged it back.
Even Zhu Jiuyin didn't know what he was doing, and he couldn't be contacted for a while. So there was no way to fish out Xing Tian Chi You's fighting spirit.
He looked at the Chang'an sword still in its sheath.
Put all your murderous intention, anger, and evil spirit on it.
This is a very simple way to raise the sword's power. He was already very familiar with it when he was in the Tang Dynasty. It was originally used as a killing move, but later he discovered that the monsters he encountered along the way to the west were still strong men in the army. Under the Shuimo Zen staff, there are simply four characters: All living beings are equal.
Later, the monk disappeared.
This was originally intended to help the monk develop his sword skills. However, at that time, the ranger found that in the vast world, there was no enemy worthy of using this move, even the so-called Yuan Chen. God is just a matter of sword.
Preparing the sword is just boring.
Now that Wei Yuan has gone through the period of increased appetite, his breakfast is just tofu curd, fried dough sticks, tea eggs and other simple things. While eating breakfast, Wei Yuan casually said to Jue that he had something to do today.
If you are interested, you can also go to the lectures at Buzhou Mountain.
Emperor Jun of the Great Wilderness came up from among the stars, overlooking the outside world at Tiandi Mountain, and looked back at King Yu Siwen Ming. The latter was in good spirits now, and seemed to have an immortal mind and spirit. King Yu raised his eyebrows and said : "You want to go out?" "Yes."
"Going to fight?"
"perhaps."
Di Jun was noncommittal and said calmly: "I want to see the quality first. As for Si Wenming later, I want you to help me with something." "Help me compete with someone in cooking."
“Competition of cooking skills?!”
King Yu was startled for a moment, then he was overjoyed and laughed heartily: "Hahaha, finally someone can appreciate me, ahem, my cooking skills. Di Jun, you are a discerning person! You are this!"
King Yu gave a thumbs up, then pointed at himself and said, "I'm telling you."
"Back then, we passed through countless human settlements in the Three Realms and Eight Wastelands.
"A Yuan and I joined forces in cooking, and it was a killing spree. Everyone who ate it was raved about, and it was praised everywhere!"
A Yuan is responsible for the praise, and I am responsible for the random killing. A Yuan is responsible for cooking, and I am responsible for the food.
Di Jun looked coldly and said: "Then, I will look forward to it."
He stepped out of Tiandi Mountain, walked down to the heaven, and walked in the wilderness.
At this time, the old man from Buzhoushan walked barefoot, and next to him were Zhaoyang, who was surrounded by Nuwa, the water god Gonggong who had just escaped from trouble and had not returned to his heyday, and the girl in white who had lost her memory.
Next, Yan Ming also stepped out of his palace.
The goal of all the gods, and even of all sentient beings in the wilderness, is the same