The first thousand two hundred and fifty-eight chapters 20,000 soldiers last sword
Update time:2013-04-29
Of course, the governor of Hechang could hear the meaning behind Prince Qilin's naked promise, and Prince Qilin had never made it clear when he talked about the treasure of flesh fetuses in the past. Now he directly mentioned the treasure of flesh fetuses, breaking the window paper.
, naturally shows his determined goal.
The governor of Hechang also knew that Prince Qilin's words were not temporary deception. If he could capture the treasure of flesh and blood and contribute it to the current emperor, wealth and power would be at his fingertips. The governor of Hechang also knew that he was now
There was no choice, everything was clearly stated, and he didn't hesitate to accept it, saying that he would capture the flesh-born treasure no matter what.
Twenty thousand warriors, General Chang Xiao, the white-robed ancestor, and the male sword god, surrounded them and crushed the three of them towards the city wall step by step.
No matter how tyrannical Chang Xiao's force is, he can't face the crushing of 20,000 soldiers at the same time because he can't use many magical powers at this time. This is especially true for the white-robed ancestor.
It may be endless and endless, and it always needs the support of various energy channels. Once these powers are exhausted, the white-robed ancestor will be no different from ordinary people. By then, any soldier can knock off the white-robed with a long knife.
Ancestor’s mouth is full of teeth.
At this stage, the white-robed ancestor knew that he was doomed today. If he thought he still had a chance of survival when he was surrounded by two thousand soldiers just now, let alone a chance of survival now, even if he wanted to
The extravagant hope of leaving a whole corpse was gone. The white-robed ancestor looked at Chang Xiao who was waving the baby in his hand and smashing all the way in the distance. He was not a male sword god, and he couldn't understand it.
Chang Xiao's crazy killing thoughts that can destroy everything, and he can't understand any great martial arts techniques from Chang Xiao's actions. In the opinion of the white-robed ancestor, he gave up his magical powers and used any martial arts methods. It was simply after being desperate.
Chang Xiao had told him that Chang Xiao's cultivation was limited and he could only use one thousandth of his magical power. Now it seems that this is indeed the case, and Chang Xiao at this time may no longer have the ability.
How much power can be exerted?
I originally thought that by following this holy immortal, I could leave this world and fulfill the wishes of the ancestors of the past generations, but now it seems that the wish has not been fulfilled, and the last bit of incense left by the ancestors of the past generations has been completely ruined. However, the white-robed ancestor has not
I don’t think I am a sinner. Some things are just like that. Success depends on God and actions depend on people. It may not matter whether he succeeds or not. The most important thing is whether he can take this road that may lead to success! If he fails, he will bear it on his shoulders.
There will be consequences!
The white-robed ancestor no longer retains his own strength at this moment. At this moment, since he is bound to die, why not be more happy?
At this time, the ancestor of the white robe walked out from behind the sword god Nan He, and no longer hid behind the scenes to attack secretly. For a being like the ancestor of the white robe to come to this point, it is definitely not a good temperament.
His anger was buried, because he was followed by a whole sect, so he followed his influence and befriended the prince's city guard. He did these low-key things just to add some chips to his sect. Now he can no longer control the affairs of the sect.
The original appearance is revealed!
The white-robed ancestor's figure was erratic. He shouted loudly and stamped his feet. The ground began to crack with him as the center. In an instant, a large quagmire formed within a hundred meters around him, and many soldiers
Suddenly they fell into the quagmire. Those who were lucky were on the edge of the quagmire and were pulled up by the soldiers beside them. Those who were unlucky could only struggle in the quagmire. The harder they struggled, the faster they sank.
Those who are often frightened can actually sink slowly. Of course, which one is better, dying slower or dying faster, is completely different from person to person, and each person has his own opinion.
The surrounding soldiers could not move forward, so they all drew out their bows and crossbows. A moment later, there was a rain of arrows.
The white-robed ancestor's eyes widened slightly, and several huge figures suddenly emerged from the quagmire. Several huge strange fish with mouths full of steel teeth suddenly emerged from the quagmire, blocking the white-robed ancestor's body.
In front of them, the scales of these strange fish were so hard that the crossbow arrows could not penetrate them at all. If they were shot on them, they would be broken first.
The white-robed ancestor actually connected the ground under his feet to the muddy river in the distance, and attracted all the mutant fish in the muddy river.
In an instant, the quagmire around the white-robed ancestor began to boil.
"Come here!" The white-robed ancestor yelled, calling Chang Xiao and Nanhe Sword God to gather on his side. With the protection of these mutated giant fish, at least they can avoid death within the next half hour.
Tao disappears.
As a result, after the white-robed ancestor called out, he found that neither Chang Xiao nor the male swordsman paid any attention to his kind intentions, and still went back and forth among the soldiers like crazy, fighting.
The white-robed ancestor said that he couldn't understand the state at that time! It can be said that Nanhe Sword God can't live much longer. He can barely survive with the sword energy in his body. He can kill a few. It's not surprising, but he often laughs.
His behavior is really inexplicable. As the Holy Saint, he seems to be incapable of such desperate efforts! With the protection of the giant fish, how can he recover some cultivation in a short time?
The white-robed ancestor certainly didn’t understand the world between Chang Xiao and Nan He Sword God. Chang Xiao had just stretched his muscles and bones at this time. For Chang Xiao, happiness had just begun. But for Nan He Sword God, every time he swung his sword,
It will be the last time in his life, and every swing of the sword is preparing for the last and strongest sword. Especially the blood-cutting sword in his hand gives him a feeling of flesh and blood, which makes him unable to put it down.
, he cherishes every opportunity he gets!
Chang Xiao is looking for fun, while the male swordsman is shining his last light.
The male sword god struck one blow after another, and the sword became faster and fiercer. Originally, one strike of the sword could bring down a rain of blood and cut more than ten lives, whether they were human or armor, into two halves, but now
The male sword god can kill at least sixty or seventy lives with one strike of his sword. The soldiers no longer come close, but start shooting arrows from far away. It is a pity that Liyang City's 20,000 soldiers and horses can't be killed no matter what.
It cannot be compared with the elite men of Prince Qilin. It is impossible for everyone to have a bow and arrows. Only about 10% of them have bows and arrows. The quality of the bows and arrows is not even comparable to the fine horn bows in the hands of Prince Qilin's soldiers.
Nanhe Sword God finally had a feeling that his whole body was full and beginning to overflow. This feeling made Nanhe Sword God feel like he would explode if he didn't release it. Nanhe Sword God was overjoyed, this kind of joy
Although he is crazy, he is also extremely ordinary. The male he sword god knows that the most important moment in his life to figure out the way of sword is coming, and the next sword will be the most powerful sword in his life.
, is also the best footnote to his life. From then on, there was no sword more powerful than his in the world!