The first thousand two hundred and fifty-seven chapters surging sword intent slaughtering black armor
Update time:2013-04-29
Wielding the blood-cutting sword to face the sloppy rain of arrows, Nanhe Sword God rushed towards the black-armored soldiers. He didn't have the same skills as Chang Xiao. Although Chang Xiao's body was covered with blood,
But generally speaking, they are all skin injuries. It is already a great thing to be able to scratch Chang Xiao's skin. How can the male sword god have such a hard skin as Chang Xiao's that is indestructible?
Affected by Chang Xiao's madness, Nan He Dao Shen realized Chang Xiao's infinite fighting spirit and determination to move forward. It was no longer possible for Nan He Dao Shen to suppress the indomitable impulse in his body. For Nan He Dao Shen, his whole life
He just had to keep entering with determination on the path of the sword. At this moment, he clearly felt that there was a kind of power bursting out in his body. As long as this power was completely unleashed, he would be able to swing the strongest sword! Nanhe Dao
God is a sword fanatic. For this most powerful sword, he doesn't care what he is facing. Will he die after wielding this sword? He only knows that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, even if he dies
, and no regrets at all!
Male He Sword God was not as powerful and hard as Chang Xiao. Therefore, when Male He Sword God ran all the way and rushed in front of the soldiers who were shooting at him endlessly, Male He Sword God was almost
He had turned into a hedgehog, with hundreds of arrows stuck all over his body. However, such a male sword god burst out with tyrannical power that he had never experienced before. The blood-absorbing sword in his hand made a clanking roar, and the blade was filled with blood.
It's so bright and frightening that it seems like a trapped beast is about to come out of its cage and eat people.
Nanhe Sword God suddenly swung his sword, and more than ten black-armored soldiers blocking him were immediately cut off by Lazy Yao. At this time, Nanhe Sword God, no matter how he swung his sword, every time he struck out, he would definitely be hit.
Having made some gains, at this moment, the male swordsman God seemed to be burning his own life, the fire was blazing and extremely blazing!
However, this swing of the sword was only a preparation for the most powerful final sword, and it was far from reaching the ideal sword of the male hero, a sword that transcends all limits.
The ancestor in the white robe did not have the fierce and domineering attitude of the Sword God Nanhe who would never look back, so he hid behind the Sword God Nanhe. The Sword God Nanhe became his best shield, but the ancestor in the white robe also
It's not that he used Nanhe Sword God in vain. He constantly sacrificed all kinds of Qi in his body and gathered them into the body of Nanhe Sword God. Those mysterious corpses can help the martial corpses repair their bodies. Naturally, his white-robed ancestor also has the same method.
Come and help the male sword god survive.
However, the ancestor in white robe knew that he could not save the life of Nanhe Sword God. The ancestor in white robe knew the injuries on Nanhe Sword God better than Nanhe Sword God himself. Not only the skin and flesh were damaged, but also the injuries caused by Nanhe Sword God.
Dozens of arrows from the god's chest have penetrated the internal organs of the male sword god Nanhe. At this time, the stomach of the male sword god has been punctured and turned into a puddle of mud. There is even an arrow that kills the male sword god Nanhe.
His head was penetrated. With such an injury, he wouldn't be able to survive no matter what!
What the white-robed ancestor can do is to help the Sword God Nanhe survive and help him live for a moment longer. However, as of now, the Sword God Nanhe can at least swing a hundred or ten swords with the sword energy in his body.
, and the white-robed ancestor faintly felt that although sword energy was constantly blooming from the body of Nanhe Sword God, there was an extremely powerful sword energy that was constantly accumulating and growing. When would this sword energy be released and explode?
Go out, that's when the male sword god will die.
Prince Qilin kept driving his horse back at this time. The flesh-embroidered treasure waving a little baby in front of him was really fierce beyond his imagination. He had only known the flesh-embroidered treasure in the past. When he got serious, eight thousand cavalry instantly turned into mud and dust, but
After truly seeing the methods of the flesh-embroidered treasure, the tragic scene still left Prince Qilin with lingering fear. You must know that the flesh-embroided treasure at this time has obviously not exerted its full strength. It has not used any magical channels at all, but is close to it.
He used his murderous force to move back and forth among the black-armored soldiers. Prince Qilin's martial arts may not be very strong, but he has seen a lot in the royal family and has a very sharp vision. He has never seen such a fierce guy, and that male hero
The God of Swords seems to have been affected by the treasure of the flesh fetus. He has been shot by arrows and turned into a hedgehog, but he still cuts him with one knife after another. Each knife can harvest dozens or even dozens of human heads.
The most disgusting thing is the white-robed ancestor. This guy is really slippery. He hides behind and launches sneak attacks. There is no trace of dirt on his white robe, but he silently harvests hundreds of black-armored warriors.
Pawn's life!
Although the situation is still under control, Prince Qilin feels faintly uneasy. It stands to reason that he still has more than a thousand armors here, which can kill the white-robed ancestor and the male sword god.
But that flesh-born treasure is really a huge variable. This thing was the guy who once killed eight thousand iron cavalry and a thousand infernal corpses in one go. A mere thousand battle armors really gave Prince Qilin no confidence.
Prince Qilin gave the order to rush forward, but his horse retreated all the way. Prince Qilin, who had separated from the large group, suddenly turned his horse's head, turned around and ran towards Liyang City quickly!
This Qilin Prince can be said to have a heroic temperament. He clearly has his own calculations in his mind. He has calculated clearly that today's situation is not good. The flesh-born treasure that he regards as the one in his pocket is actually no longer available at all.
Under his control, even if he exhausted all the armor around him, he might not be able to really fight to death. After understanding this situation, Prince Qilin simply retreated immediately, leaving everyone around him behind.
He galloped all the way into the city!
However, if you think that Prince Qilin will just run away like this, you are absolutely wrong. The hero's temperament is often the most disadvantaged. When the meat on the edge of his mouth is made to spit out, it makes him feel worse than killing him.
It feels uncomfortable. Although he is unwilling to mobilize the men of the Hechang Prefect, he has no other choice now. There are tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in the city, and he can crush the flesh-born treasure to death!
Prince Qilin rode into the city. Standing on the top of the city, the fat governor of Hechang had a gloomy face. He knew why Prince Qilin returned in person, and he could not refuse Prince Qilin's request!
So before Prince Qilin came to the city and came to the door, he gave the order, "Mobile ten thousand troops and horses, go out of the city, surround those three guys, and find a way to drive them under the city, within the reach of bows and arrows."
The Governor of Hechang passed the order, and he moved his fat body to wait beside the steps of the ladder. Sure enough, Prince Qilin strode up the tower. The Governor of Hechang said quickly: "I have sent ten thousand soldiers and horses out of the city to surround the city."
Three people.”
Prince Qilin nodded and said, "Ten thousand is not enough, at least twenty thousand is needed!"
The governor of Hechang hesitated slightly and looked towards the barbarian barracks of Nanhe in the distance, which had begun to become a little restless.
"We must fight quickly, and we must not delay it until those male barbarians come to kill us."
The governor of Hechang nodded in agreement, but in his heart, he felt that using 20,000 troops to deal with three guys was too much fuss. After all, as long as the three guys were driven to the city, the city would be destroyed.
With thousands of crossbowmen on top and ten thousand troops and horses below, do these three guys still have a chance to survive? However, Prince Qilin is right. We cannot delay the matter until the Nanhe barbarians lead their troops.
The Heman tribe had obviously noticed that something had happened here, and were ready to come over to see if there was any advantage they could take advantage of.
The governor of Hechang sent the order again. At this time, the 10,000 troops and horses had been prepared. The city gate opened and people came out like a torrent of steel.
"Brother, these three guys are really scary!"
A general who had been standing next to the Hechang prefect and was wearing black armor, no different from other generals, suddenly spoke. His voice was soft and tinkling. Although it was dignified, it was still indescribably sweet.
Prince Qilin focused all his energy on the three people on the battlefield, and naturally did not notice that Princess Yuhua was pretending to be a general and standing at the top of the city to watch the battle.
These days, if a woman stood at the top of the city to watch the battle, it would affect morale to some extent, so Princess Yuhua, who had always wanted to see a battle on the battlefield, disguised herself as a man and climbed to the top of the city.
Prince Qilin, who was used to seeing this, didn't take it seriously. As long as Princess Yuhua wanted to do it, just do it. Who in the world could stop his sister from doing what makes her happy? Even if the father wants to call Yuhua
Princess Hua is marrying a barbarian male. As long as Princess Yuhua says she doesn't want to go, who can ask her to go? Even if her own father hears this, he will never ask her to go, not to mention there are many princes.
Kneel together in the Dragon Court.
The entire Yinkui Kingdom is supporting Princess Yuhua.
When Prince Qilin saw his sister, his face surprisingly did not show a doting expression this time, but became more fierce. Prince Qilin moved his eyes to the city, and made up his mind that for Princess Yuhua, he would do whatever it takes.
No matter what, you have to get this flesh-born treasure into your hands.
Under the gaze of Prince Qilin, tens of thousands of soldiers roared out of the city. The vibration of horse hooves caused the ground to tremble. And the more than a thousand soldiers, who had not wavered at all even though Prince Qilin withdrew, also exerted their strength at this time.
He clings to Chang Xiao’s white-robed ancestor and the male sword god.
Twenty thousand troops and horses were like dark clouds, spreading in front of the city, quickly surrounding Chang Xiao, the white-robed ancestor, and the male sword god!
Seeing this, the tense expression on Prince Qilin's face relaxed slightly. Even without Jiuyou Ghost King's Sountian Jiao, he could still rely on human heads to crush this flesh-born treasure to death!
Now it seems that the winning ticket has returned to the hands of Prince Qilin again, and Prince Qilin's eyes moved to the side of the fat Prefect of Hechang, and said lightly: "Prefect of Hechang, if you can capture the flesh-born treasure this time,
You should take note of your merits, and I will tell my father to give you a king with a different surname, Wang Dangdang, who will be hereditary and will prosper together with our country, Yinkui!"