The only chance to kill King Chu of Hell is actually that empty land!
Since you can't kill him even if you fight for your life, you can only use the terrain to bring out the power of the army in large numbers. If you let him get into the crowd, you will lose this advantage.
There are quite a few people, a total of 10,000 people! However, once the melee begins, there are only a dozen or so people who can attack at the same time. How can such a small number of people be able to defeat a king-level master?
Therefore, as long as the Chu King of Hell enters the crowd, it will be like a dragon returning to the sea and a tiger entering the mountains!
"Sign the flag, clean up the formation! The whole army is chasing and killing! Pursue and kill regardless of the consequences!" Wang Tenglong quickly adjusted his mentality. He knew that he still had a chance: to pursue and kill!
Ten thousand people chasing one person can drive him to death! No matter how powerful he is, he will still be seriously injured after all. After all, he cannot kill all ten thousand elite soldiers!
As long as you continue to consume him, you will die of exhaustion!
"Yes!" The soldiers immediately gave the order and left.
"Only a few people were left to count the casualties, and the others immediately participated in the pursuit. There must be no mistakes!" Wang Tenglong looked at the messy battlefield and sighed sadly, but he gave the order immediately without hesitation.
At this time, Wang Tenglong only had hatred in his heart: Those bastards from the Golden Horse Knight Hall are the main force chasing King Chu Yan. Where did you all die?
It was agreed before that we would only assist in the blocking, but now we actually let some ordinary people under me directly block a throne master... What a bastard!
Undoubtedly, in the eyes of Wang Tenglong, the King of Hell of Chu is so powerful that he is an out-and-out master of the throne! And this throne level is definitely not of a low level.
Chu Yang rushed out as fast as he could, and his whole body had turned into a standard bloody man! He could see the vast space in front of him. The voices of the generals dispatching troops behind him also sounded urgently.
Chu Yang knew that now was the real exciting moment; as long as he could escape this round of pursuit, he would be truly safe.
He flew up and used his final move to kick the two cavalrymen off their horses. They were already riding on the horses with both feet. He suddenly lifted the reins and clamped his legs, causing the strong horses to neigh.
, twisting his neck but involuntarily flying out like an arrow!
"Fire the arrow!" There was a sharp scolding from behind, and Chu Yang snorted coldly, leaning on the horse's back and completely ignoring it!
Swish, brush, brush...
The sound of arrows sounded from behind, Chu Yang turned around fiercely, swung his long sword into a ball of shadows, snap, snap, snap, the arrows fell all the way neatly, Chu Yang conveniently grabbed an arrow, and with a fierce hand
Plugged into the horse's butt.
The strong horse is in pain and runs faster!
The people behind them screamed, and then the sound of neat iron hoofs rumbled, and a team quickly formed like an iron stream, stretching into a black torrent on the road, chasing Chu Yang at lightning speed!
Chu Yang was in front, riding a brilliant horse; behind him, no more than seventy or eighty feet away, was the torrent!
The entire team actually formed a galloping formation for several miles. The flags roared loudly. In this early summer weather, thousands of people with ferocious faces were furiously beating their horses, and a burst of violent energy rose into the sky.
It seems to be covering up the clear sky!
But the distance finally got wider, and Chu Yang gradually calmed down, and then he pulled out the three-section arrow shaft on his body, endured the pain, and threw it out.
The sword spirit endured the physical pain and quickly injected a large amount of medicinal power to treat his wounds. The sound of hoofbeats made Chu Yang run for his life; while he breathed a sigh of relief, he was also terrified.
If it weren't for the Nine Tribulations Sword's power to devour living beings, he might not have been able to break through. The army he encountered just now was undoubtedly an elite army! Its strength was unbelievable.
If he had not arrived at the right time and launched his attack when they were setting up camp, it would have been absolutely impossible to shake the army! Even so, he had paid a heavy price!
Facing the enemy in a panic, he could still have such fighting power, almost leaving himself, the master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, here forever. One can imagine how terrifying this army is.
I just don’t know who the commander of this unit is? But no matter who he is, he is definitely not an idle person.
If you encounter it on the battlefield in the future, you must deal with it carefully.
…
Jing Menghun was still under the cliff, searching everywhere. On the way down to the cliff, Jing Menghun also discovered the traces left by Chu Yang when he went down.
This greatly increased his confidence: King Chu of Hell is here!
Therefore, the search after going down was more careful and detailed.
He even ordered people to dive down and check out the small pool under the cliff. Some flickers should not be ignored! The animals such as bears and wild wolves that settled under the cliff were in bad luck.
He was driven away in all directions and was in great embarrassment.
Everyone feels that victory is in sight; everyone is in high spirits and is determined to complete the plan to kill the King of Hell at the bottom of this cliff!
However, just when everyone was searching in full swing, there seemed to be a voice shouting for death in the distance. This voice was not just one or two people, but thousands of people making noise at the same time. The voice could be heard in this empty mountain forest.
Extremely far.
Jing Menghun was startled, stood up, listened with his ears raised, and said, "What's the noise?"
Although the sound could be transmitted, it was a mess and the distance was too far to make it clear what was being shouted.
"It seems that Wang Tenglong's army is mutinying..." A BMW knight next to him frowned and said suspiciously.
This sentence left Jing Menghun speechless: There was only that army around here, who else could it be if he wasn't him? As for mutiny... Jing Menghun wanted to slap the guy who spoke on the head.
hand.
Wang Tenglong's strict military management is famous all over the world! Anyone in the team may mutiny, and Jing Menghun will not be surprised. Only Wang Tenglong's army will never! What's more, these are his most elite soldiers
?
"Since it's not a mutiny, it must be..." Jing Menghun suddenly jumped up: "No! King Chu Hell has rushed out! Let's leave quickly!"
The BMW knight was stunned for a while, he said it was a mutiny; the Jing Throne actually said directly, "It's not a mutiny", and even said, "Since it's not a mutiny"... and then said that the King of Hell of Chu had escaped?
This leap of thinking is really too big. The BMW rider stared and thought for a while but didn't think about it. Why?
But Jing Menghun had already given the order, and everyone found the shortest way to climb up the cliff on the opposite side, and then rushed towards the direction of the sound.
But, halfway through the journey, the shouts of death had faded away.
By the time we arrived at the scene, it was already late in autumn. The entire canyon had almost become a sea of blood. Early summer is when all things grow most luxuriantly, but the lush green could not cover up the bloody patches at all.
There were less than five hundred sergeants, silently rummaging patiently among the piles of corpses, finding the corpses of their companions, and trying to reattach the missing limbs to their original bodies. The wind was howling, and there were many round ones.
The severed head was rolling around in the wind, with long hair...
Jing Menghun felt like he was struck by lightning!
He rushed forward, grabbed a soldier, and shouted loudly: "What's going on? Where are the people?"
The soldier who was caught by his clothes had difficulty breathing, but he tilted his head and looked at him with disdain, and said slowly: "I am a human being!" He paused and said: "And these brothers lying on the ground, too
people!"
Jing Menghun was speechless. He weakly let go, put him down, and asked, "What's going on?"
The soldier looked at him indifferently, with a faint sadness and anger gradually burning in his eyes. Without answering, he asked: "Are you from the Golden Horse Knights Hall?"
"..." Jing Menghun faced the eyes burning with anger, feeling a little guilty and said: "Yes."
"It's your business to hunt down the King of Hell of Chu." The soldier grinned miserably, as if he was smiling but couldn't really smile, and said: "Now, we have a bloody battle with the King of Hell of Chu, and countless brothers died miserably.
It's so miserable, but you have to ask... what's going on?"
He suddenly straightened up, stretched out one hand, pointed at Jing Menghun's nose, and yelled with all his strength: "What do you think is going on?!"
Jing Menghun stared blankly, speechless.
"When we were fighting in blood, where were you? When our brothers died one by one in the hands of the King of Hell of Chu who you were chasing, where were you?" The soldier laughed sadly: "The war is over...you are here?
Ask us...what's going on?! Ah?!"
Jing Menghun sighed, feeling speechless.
The other party is just a small soldier. To put it bluntly, Jing Menghun can crush ten of him with just one finger. But now facing the other party's accusations and angry eyes, this ninth-grade throne man unexpectedly
Somewhat guilty.
He let out a long sigh, lowered his head, and asked silently: "How are the casualties?"
"What are the casualties? Don't you know how to see them yourself?" The soldier pointed his finger and roared violently. His chest heaved and his voice became hoarse. When he heard the word 'casualties', his eye circles suddenly turned red.
"Nine hundred and thirty-six brothers died in battle! No one was injured!" The soldier's voice became low, and tears finally flowed down, pattering to the ground: "What do you think of this number?
"
Jing Menghun could only sigh.
Then he stood up together, gave a solemn military salute to the corpses on the battlefield, and said loudly: "Brothers, I am Jing Menghun! I'm sorry! We are a step late!"
Suddenly my heart felt like it was fried.
Nine hundred and thirty-six people died, but no one was injured! This is enough to explain too many problems!
All the soldiers here know why they are here and know the whole story. Wang Tenglong leads the troops and never conceals anything except some major strategic decisions.
So they are sad and angry!
The soldiers did not feel regret or hatred when they died at the hands of King Chu of Hell. Because they came to kill King of Chu of Hell, so it was natural for them to be killed by the other side.