Facing the passionate dragon girl, Yingzhao and Ying'er were stunned and turned on one after another; but after a long time of persuasion, the dragon girl still refused to withdraw.
Seeing that she was so stubborn and stubborn, Yingzhao couldn't do anything, so she pulled Ying'er up and turned around and left.
Just as soon as he went out, Yingzhao waved to the general flag of the guards guarding outside the door, and reminded him: "Yu Hyun, go to my guard and draw two small flags that can be beaten, so that they can bring their soldiers.
Come here, once the war begins, they will try their best to protect the safety of Dragon Girls and the others."
"No." The tall and thin soul bowed and turned around and left.
Yingzhao stood under the stone steps in front of the Longnu's house. After watching his subordinate's general flag leave, he raised his eyes and looked at the northern sky. He was stunned and frowned.
He knew that under the gray sky in the distance, there was a huge Northern Yin Dynasty navy, full of heavy siege weapons such as bed crossbows, flint cannons and catapults, and two million Yin soldiers, gradually approaching Shuo.
Tsukishima.
"Husband, what are you worried about?" Ying'er asked softly when she saw this.
"Too many." Ying Zhao frowned a little more when he heard this, and sighed slightly: "This time the enemy is coming with great force, with a large number of troops. The defenders of Shuoyue Island are only more than 200,000, and the Quman militias are only ten.
Tens of thousands, I'm worried."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I haven't fought such a big battle for thousands of years. I'm really afraid that I will let down my brother's expectations."
After speaking, I won’t say much.
In fact, even if he didn't say much, Ying'er knew what he was worried about; she could hear clearly in the house that the number of Yin soldiers was enough to make this small
The small Shuoyue Island is a piece of powder. Once the war begins, it will inevitably be a life-and-death battle.
"You have always been my hero." But after a moment, Ying'er, who was not afraid, raised her slender hand, gently stroked Ying's back, and said softly: "It's a hero, don't sigh, take out you.
Come with courage and belief, just do what you should say."
"What's more, Shuoyue Island has a good advantage in its geographical advantages; and the ghosts on the island are united by the military and civilians." At this point, Ying'er turned slightly, glanced at the empty door behind her, and listened to the vague behind the door.
With the sound of pounding medicine, he then said in a plain tone: "Who said you only have 300,000 troops to adjust? We are also the soldiers of your Grand Prefect."
Yingzhao was stunned when she heard this, slowly turned her head to look at the shadow that happened to be right and turned to look at him. When he looked at his wife's eyes, he saw a little firmness in his eyes. Before, in the attic behind him,
In the eyes of Dragon Girl, he also saw this gaze.
He looked around at the guards below. Some of them had not yet gone to the battlefield, but when they looked at Yingzhao, there was no fear or panic between their eyebrows, only a look of firmness.
"We will win!" Ying'er said no more, but just smiled calmly and reached out and held Yingzhao's wide palm full of calluses; in the moment when his fingers were linked together, she brought great courage to Yingzhao.
At the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, immersed in the abdomen of the mountain in the lake, there is a natural cave that is about two hectares high and can accommodate tens of thousands of ghosts.
In the middle of the cave, there is a circular fighting arena built with huge rocks of three ghosts, which is ten feet high and hundreds of feet in diameter. There are bumpy ground everywhere in the field, standing like a long line of sky.
Sword-like stalagmites and puddles of varying depths and sizes.
The wall facing inwards is also covered with skulls, foot bones and ribs of beast souls. At first glance, the one surrounding the arena is not a thick stone wall, but rather a piece of bones.
On the wide wall of the arena are three tall steps. In front of each step, there are fences made of animal bones ringed at the front of the aisle. The surface is full of the flags of the gods, and every one meter away
Another brazier made of animal skulls was inserted.
The green ghost fire rose and swayed in the brazier, illuminating the entire arena below, but it was quite weird.
On the top of the last floor, four huge stones several meters tall were carved into four lifelike tall stone statues of the gods, either standing or squatting, lying or sitting; the top of each stone statue is directly above the top of the cave.
It is difficult to see the true appearance clearly. And on both sides of the stone statue, there is a long slewing staircase embedded outside the wall and leading to the bottom outside the arena.
This fighting arena has a long history and has been in the underworld for thousands of years. It has always been used by the Sanmiao ghost tribe to enjoy the Winter Solstice, and it is also a place for the selection of leaders of all generations.
In this arena, every inch of land was once covered with ghost blood, filled with a breath of barbarity, and it also wrote the courage and courage of the three leaders of the past dynasties.
At this moment, the three steps on the top of the wall were filled with the Sanmiao ghosts in Yunmeng Village. Both young and old, men and women were there; the three Miao ghosts in Yunmeng Village were all present. They cheered loudly.
While bringing out deafening echoes, excited eyes fell on the field, the Jiuyou King and their big leader standing on the edges of the north and south sides of the field.
Xiao Shizhu was as quiet as if petrified, standing on the southern edge of the field, deafing the exclamations and shouts of the Sanmiao ghosts, but just quietly raised his eyes to look at the opposite side.
He calmly looked at his opponent without saying a word, staring blankly at him running excitedly at this moment, stretching out his arms to enjoy the cheers on the field.
"Are the King of Jiuyou scared?" Ma Long, who was sitting on the east side of the wall, could not help but muttered when he saw Xiao Shizhu being surprisingly quiet.
"Fear?" Xiao Fuling, who was sitting beside him and holding the Moon Sword, snorted coldly and asked, "The priest is really good at joking. Who have my father been afraid of? He is just gathering his energy, waiting for a while
Prepare for a big battle." After saying that, he pouted.
When Ma Long heard this, he was not surprised or angry. Instead, he thought Xiao Fuling was so cute, so he laughed a few times and echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, after all, I have seen his skills as King Jiuyou himself."
As he spoke, his eyes flashed with sincere admiration, and at the same time, he also had some expectation intertwined with excitement, which burst out from his eyes and fell on Xiao Shizhu's body.
He had seen the skills of the Sanmiao leader and Xiao Shizhu, and he couldn't tell who was better. Therefore, he was even more looking forward to this upcoming contest and believed that this would definitely be an unforgettable martial arts competition.
"That's it." Xiao Fuling answered proudly, stood up and shouted to his father: "Come on, Father!"
Xiao Shizhu in the field suddenly looked up and smiled slightly when facing his daughter's eyes, then lowered her head and whispered to her shadow: "Go to protect the master."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow under his feet faded a little.
At the same time, Bao Wengli, the commander of Sanmiao, jumped down from the top of the wall and landed steadily in the middle of the field. He stretched out his hands to Xiao Shizhu and the big leader and waved his hands high.
He raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.
The cheers in the cave stopped, causing the huge cave to be immersed in silence as the echoes dissipated one by one after another.
The excited eyes of the ghosts slowly moved towards the field with Xiao Shizhu or the big leader. The excitement in their hearts increased instead of decreasing.
"This is a desperate battle. Even if you two fight to death, you don't have to be responsible for killing your opponent. But at the same time, I also hope that this is also a fair and just battle. I don't want to see hidden weapons or anything like that.
Weapon appeared in the arena." Li Lao Baoweng coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and continued to say in a loud and loud voice: "The two sides can use their own magical skills to show off, but they must compete with bare hands; if they are on the other side
If you can't hold on with the attack, you can shout for a stop to save your life, but once you call for a stop or be beaten by the other party, you will be the loser."
After a pause, he looked around Xiao Shizhu and Sanmiao's leader and asked again: "Did you hear it clearly?"
The two ghosts pointed their heads at the same time, "Yeah."
The two of them landed as soon as they responded. Bao Wengli jumped up from his toes and soared into the air without falling. He looked around and shouted: "I announce that the competition begins!
”.
As soon as he said that his breath suddenly changed. The big leader Sanmiao, who was full of murderous aura, robe was blowing without wind, and he aimed at Xiao Shizhu's face and swung his left fist that had already been clenched.
"Can the fist as big as a casserole be hit so quickly?" Xiao Shizhu felt a fierce wind blowing in his face. He exclaimed at the moment, and did not make any move to take the fist, but just used the mysterious power to swim through the meridians throughout his body.
He bent his waist back and leaned back, causing the big leader's fist to just brush against the tip of his nose.
He expected that the other party would not dare to use the mysterious power, so he naturally did not fear the punch; he just pointed his toes and flew backwards.
At the same time, part of the Xuanli had already swam into the meridians in his eyes, and at the same time, his hands were moving together to quickly form three magic seals of ghosts and gods.
Whether it is his magic seal speed or the big leader's fist speed, it is as fast as thunder and lightning, which makes the ghosts watching on the stage dazzle.
In a moment, Xiao Shizhu had already flew backwards seven or eight feet away. After landing steadily, his lips quickly moved a few times, silently reciting something; at the same time, all Sanmiao saw the soft white light coming out of his body.
He enveloped it, and his long-changed eyes.
After that, the three-miao leader who followed him saw Xiao Shizhu's eyes, which should have been white and black, instantly turned into gold and black inside, and in his black pupils.
Countless tiny blue lights appeared, flying and rotating in his pupils; like an endless universe, after endlessly surging in his eyes, he couldn't help but stop and stopped at the distance.
Dianthus is only five feet away.
He felt the mysterious power in Xiao Shizhu's body, which was so powerful at this time, like a vast star, completely opposite to his weak and weak before.
Xiao Shizhu, who is good at observing words and expressions, also noticed the shock in his eyes and the rapid twitching of the muscles on his mouth, and immediately teased: "What? Do you not understand why my mysterious power suddenly became stronger?"
Although he was teasing, his voice was loud. The ghosts present heard every word he was spitting clearly. After being stunned, they whispered, "Did you hear it? He said the mysterious power in his body?"
"Of course I heard it, I'm not deaf."
"Is he the legendary son of God?"
"So, is the legend true?"
The discussions rang out, and the leader of Sanmiao stopped in his ears and suddenly became confused and his heart was in a mess.
Even Bao Wengli, who was standing in the air, made a "Huh?" sound of surprise and suspicion while staring at Xiao Shizhu, and murmured softly: "Ancient God Xuantong? How is it possible?"
"That's because before I saw you, I controlled the mysterious power in my body, making it look weak; this little trick is not unfamiliar to you who also have mysterious power, right?" Xiao Shizhu saw the opportunity,
While speaking, he used the ghostly magic skill without hesitation, and brought up waves of afterimages to pounce on him.
[General Flag - Military Officer, one general flag manages five small flags and fifty soldiers.]
[Small flag - military official position, a small flag manages ten soldiers.] (To be continued)