"Will the surname Huang send you two to die?"
Jiang Ao didn't put Shen Tang in his eyes at all.
However, he doesn't mind having one more precious and rare 15th-class little-made tiger with a human head. After arranging where to go for this head, he thought about what Shen Tang should do with this head. His study room was short of a landscape pot.
Who put Shen Tang's face in the eyes of the most harsh Yangou, that is also a posture above heaven and man? Jiang Ao even thought about being more precise with the knife later, so as not to hurt her face. If it is accidentally broken, it can't be used as a landscape pot.
Shen Tang: "Yan Wang sent us two to take your life!"
Jiang Ao smiled: "The tone is quite loud!"
In addition to Shen Tang and Shao Chong, several other generals of the coalition army also wanted to intervene in the battle, but the strength of the 16th-class superiors was not something they could resist. Jiang Ao took the time to deal with them while fighting one against two. Only thirty or fifty round trips made several people walk three or five times on the line of life and death. The lucky ones were able to retreat with minor injuries, while the unlucky ones were seriously injured and lay on the ground, losing their combat power.
Shen Tang directly dismissed them.
At this time, it is simply a disservice.
I was also distracted to save the lives of my teammates.
However, her words could not completely calm them down.
"These annoying ants..." Jiang Ao attracted the palm of his hand, and strangled the neck of the "annoying ants" in his mouth.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Tang took the initiative to save people.
Although he felt the surging momentum coming from Shen Tang's direction, and the cold sword edge that killed him in the blink of an eye, Jiang Ao did not let go of the grabbing hand, but took Shen Tang's sword with his left hand instead. With a flick of his fingers, the blade deflected. He clearly saw the astonishment reflected in Shen Tang's beautiful pupils, and at the same time, he exerted force with his tiger's mouth, effortlessly, and there was a soft sound of bone shattering in the palm of his hand.
"Annoying Ant" tilted his head, and the corners of his lips were scarlet.
Yu Wen's unretreatable body was thrown away by Jiang Ao at will.
With five fingers, a black sword with a strange shape is formed.
"How can something like a sword hurt me at all?"
"Let me see, what is strength!"
Jiang Ao raised the knife and swung it lightly.
嗡—
The shouts of killing on the battlefield seemed to be swallowed by the sword energy.
Where it passes, the air twists.
Tens of feet of black saber air locked Shen Tang dead.
The distance between the two is not far away, and they will be swallowed up in an instant. Seeing this, Jiang Ao felt a little pity in his heart. This son has no chance to be his own landscape pot, but Shao Chong is still there. That man-headed tiger can still look ahead.
The black saber energy collided head-on with Shen Tang.
The explosive sound was sent to the ears of nearby living people in a tyrannical manner.
Warrior warriors and scribes with a literary heart can be lucky to offset the discomfort, but ordinary soldiers who have not had time to form an army in the future will be out of luck. The bones of the one closest to him were shattered into slag, and the internal organs were shattered. The blood vessels in the brain of the one a little farther away were all ruptured, and the luckiest one had a perforated eardrum. But this is only the first wave of aftermath, what is even more frightening and tricky is the explosion caused by the collision between the saber qi and Shen Tang. At this time, several cultural energy barriers surrounded the explosion, and the soldiers formed shields to defend.
"Why don't you just surrender?"
Jiang Ao turned his head to avoid the sneak attack from Shao Chong's back.
Yunzhang swung out the palm wind and confronted Shao Chong at close range.
Being less blunt than Shen Tang, he doesn't want to talk trash, and he doesn't want to talk to trash, but the black pupils that are gradually stained with scarlet show his attitude. Maybe Jiang Ao is in a better mood because he is about to get the highest standard of a tiger.
"You have a good head!"
The flying dust has not completely dissipated.
"But you are nothing compared to the old man!"
Shao Chong met his palms, the latter remained motionless, while he flew upside down and retreated more than ten feet, almost qi and blood flowing backwards. He didn't stop until a gentle and firm force came from his back. He didn't need to turn his head to know that it was Shen Tang: "This old thing can't bear the bones!"
"You're not a dog, what kind of bone are you going to gnaw on?" Shen Tang's breath was not very steady, but his complexion looked ruddy, and he was still in the mood to talk flirtatiously. He glanced at Jiang Ao who was a little surprised, and said, "Look, no It’s better not to brag if you have a little strength. Otherwise, you’ll be like this old thing, not only blowing the cowhide, but also bragging that you even believe that you can do it.”
Shao Chong said: "What a fart he is!"
Shen Tang smirked: "It's really a fart. The wave just now didn't kill me, but harvested the heads of my own soldiers. There is no difference in the attack in the war. Don't count the military exploits at that time. Jiang Ao is at the top of our army. That's terrible." It's just funny."
Shao Chong heard the anger in Shen Tang's words.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of small scarlet snakes winding along her fingers, flowing to the grid and the blade, and the hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily. He said, "Your hand is hurt..."
Shen Tang said blankly: "I know."
Jiang Ao narrowed his eyes dangerously.
He is so proud.
Proud enough to ignore Shen Tang's anomaly, but Shen Tang received his saber energy, even though he only used 50% of his strength, it was still comparable to the full blow of the 15th-rank young master after he had fully charged. Not only did the opponent follow, but he was only slightly injured?
Jiang Ao suddenly felt that such a human head was a waste of money to be used as a landscape pot: "You are not bad, give you a chance, tell me your name. I will not kill the unknown!"
Shen Tang pointed his sword at Jiang Ao.
"Me? Oh, I call you ancestor!"
Together with Shao Chong, he led Jiang Ao to the edge of the battlefield.
Jiang Ao opened and closed his hands, no matter whether he ignored him, he did such immoral things as killing good people and taking meritorious deeds. Once he killed the boss, who would care whether it was the enemy's soldier or his own soldier? In his opinion, killing people is like a child pouring hot water on an ant's nest, and he doesn't care how much it scalds him to death. That's just a puny ant!
But Shen Tang and Shao Chong are different.
They act with concern for themselves.
In layman's terms, the big move is banned, and the boss is tied with A.
Jiang Ao, as his name suggests, is the most arrogant.
He sensed the plot of Shen Tang and the other two, and chased after them with a big smile. It's not that he felt in his conscience that he was invincible, it was simply that he disliked the fact that there were too many people affecting his heroic appearance. How could the ants around them be as attractive as the two of Shen Tang?
Boom—
Wei Shou noticed Jiang Ao's movements.
Cursed in his heart: [It's really a dog who can't change eating shit! 】
Have you forgotten why Chu Yao did it back then?
Running away at a time like this...
clang! clang! clang!
While Wei Shou was complaining inwardly, a sharp long spear stabbed at his face. Where the spear tip passed, fine ice-blue snowflakes floated up. He was stunned, if he was poked, the flesh and blood near the wound would not be frozen into lumps of ice.
But, should I say it or not, this marksmanship is paired with snow...
Really pleasing to the eye.
"You, a warrior, have some knowledge."
Wei Shou saw the details of the opponent in front of him at a glance.
The young military general was born with a gentle and clear personality, elegant demeanor, seemingly harmless, but in fact, the still water is deep and the undercurrent is raging.
"Why don't you wear armor?"
The young military commander showed a sullen look on his face.
Wei Shou's move is a humiliation to him!
Young generals will naturally not be polite, the silver light of the spear in his hand flashed, and when he stabbed it, it turned into a soft iron whip like a snake: "In this case, you don't need to save your life!"
The iron whip barb almost pierced Wei Shou's shoulder blade.
It's so good, it's just a torn cloth.
Wei Shou looked at the young military general who was getting more and more imposing, and knew that Huang Lie, the main cavalry, was hiding his strength. If you don't take it seriously, it may really become a military exploit for the opponent's upward climb.
He had no choice but to threaten again: "You forced me to do this. Anyone who has seen the old man's armor is either blind or dead."
He stomped his foot, and the pink and tender martial aura wrapped him up, instantly turning into a champagne-colored champagne armor, but the rest of the leather was a weird pink armor. Fortunately, there was a nap to cover his face, otherwise, where would his old face be. This color is only liked by the daughter's family and the scribes who love Fengyue. It is somewhat weird to put it on him.
The young general was really taken aback.
Wei Shou was not polite to him either, wantonly releasing a domineering aura that didn't match pink, and did it without saying hello. The moves are dangerous and tricky, but the young military general always feels that the opponent has left three points of strength, otherwise he may be even more embarrassed to deal with it.
Overall, the coalition forces have an absolute advantage in numbers.
But Chaoli Pass is not weak.
The key to victory or defeat does not lie in these generals, but in the main force with a large number of people. When Shen Tang was under Xiaocheng, he wanted to break the shield formed by the morale of more than ten thousand rebels in Gongxi Qiu with his own strength. The tyrannical warriors confronted each other, and even left the opponent behind in one fell swoop!
An ordinary soldier is cannon fodder.
Two ordinary soldiers are nothing.
Three or five of them gathered together can't deal with a low-level official.
but-
One thousand, two thousand, three thousand?
Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand?
After over 10,000, the scale of the military formation will be expanded, and even the evolution from quantitative change to qualitative change can be completed. Thousands of people walk together, advance and retreat together, and become one. The main force of Chaoliguan is 100,000! A small army formation is built into a large army formation, and it is no different from a meat grinder when charging. The morale gathered above the head may turn into a rushing car, a running bull, or a rain of arrows.
At this time, cavalry on both sides of the coalition army rushed into the formation to cut.
Where the long knife peak passed, the blood of the dead souls was sprinkled all the way.
The horses and the soldiers on horseback collide like a fast-moving hill, and there are many such hills on both sides. Not even half an hour after the fight, the battlefield was already shrouded in a faint ominous mist of blood.
Qin Li looked at the lord who was sitting firmly in the middle army, bowed from a distance, and the latter waved his palm: "Gong Su, let Chao Liguan see if we idiots have the ability to slay dragons!"
Dragon slaying has never been a legend.
Zheng Qiao and his ilk are not considered dragons.
Qin Lidao: "Wei."
Strange thick fog rises from all directions!
The range unexpectedly covers the entire battlefield!
Whether it is the enemy in front of you or the robes around you, they are all submerged in thick fog, and you can't see your fingers, which is frightening.
Wu Xian's soldiers and horses did not panic.
The appearance of dense fog means that the military division has made a move.
Chu Yao was distracted from taking care of his lord, and at the same time had to take care of his own soldiers—fortunately, they lacked everything, except that there was no shortage of Wenxin scholars, and he was still able to handle it with ease. Seeing the area of the dense fog, one knew that Qin Li's strength had improved again. These dense fogs are all about Qin Li's style! Seeing the whole leopard at a glance, Qin Li must have a Wen Gong, or the Wen Gong Dacheng...
"Perhaps the way of scribes has also been completed..."
When it comes to the word "consummation", Chu Yao is a little annoyed. Although his way of scribes can avoid crises, it has limited uses and cannot be used on the battlefield, and it is not even under his control. Although there is a complete clue, Chu Yao has not completely sorted it out.
Luan said: "Isn't he adding trouble?"
Under the dense fog, Wu Xian's army moved freely.
Walk freely in the dense fog, like a broken bamboo.
Other allies can also hear the command, but after all, there is no tacit understanding, and it is not known how much effect it can exert. Luan Xin snorted, "Such incompleteness, can it be said that the way of a scribe is complete?"
He looked up at the sky again.
said: "The timing is just right."
As his voice fell, the sky began to drizzle.
The drizzle was mixed with Luan Xin's style. If one could see his writing style, one would find that these writing styles gradually gathered into a giant spider web. The person attached to the rain is a point on the spider web, and the "whole" is connected by Wen Qi.
At the same time, the dense fog in some areas gradually faded.
Qin Li was the first to notice the change.
He suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Luan Xin.
Across the turbulent crowd, Luan Xin was also looking at him.
Qin Li couldn't help feeling suspicious.
Is this a secret word of speech, or Luan Xin's scribe's way?
Before the Dragon Slaying Bureau, Luan Xin made very few shots, but that doesn't mean no one knew about it. Qin Li had been on the same road as Luan Xin, and had seen his way of literati, but the effect was to boost morale.
Never had the ability to dispel fog by rain or distinguish friend from foe.
This idea did not hover in my mind for too long.
The battle situation is grim, this is not the time to think about these things.
Chu Yao noticed something strange about Luan Xin.
"Righteousness?"
I saw the latter turned his head extremely slowly, with a slightly dull expression. Compared with normal people, Luan Xin's reaction was already slow, but now it was even slower. Luan Xin replied to his question after a few breaths: "It's okay, the disadvantage of the scribe's way."
Chu Yao looked at Xun Zhen and his son, who were stirring up wind and rain, and then at Kang Shi, who was gearing up for a big gamble, and even Ning Yan, who was low-key these days, also secretly made a move. After thinking for a while, he handed Luan Xin to Jiang Sheng: "Come on first, and send someone to protect justice and safety. I'll go down to meet old friends and get in touch with each other."
The young generals who intercepted Wei Shou were almost unable to hold on.
Jiang Ao does not sit in the central army, and the command of the Chaoliguan army is in the hands of Jiang Ao's confidants, but the opponent obviously has no experience in wars, and they lose their positions when they lose momentum. Although the battle did not consume Wei Shou's soldiers and horses, he could not just watch and do nothing. After dealing with the young generals, Wei Shou will be free to gather his own soldiers to counterattack. Chu Yao has learned how to fight like a madman.
Wei Shou's defense is the **** of ten thousand years.
Once it is out of the market, it will be a crazy bastard.
Jiang Sheng's mouth twitched, but he had no choice but to agree.
"Take care without obscurity, long-term cultural fortune!"
Looking at the coalition forces, it seems that only our own scribes are not in the rear, and they gather together one by one at the front line. Is this abnormal?
Each scribe has his or her preferred starting hand spell.
Chu Yao is no exception.
"Sink into the fire, kill yourself!"
The vast literary energy poured out from the Danfu Wen Palace.
Concentrated literary energy, it instantly turned into a giant dragon with a height of four to fifty feet, with lifelike dragon scales, each exuding a sinister and evil spirit. Longan turned and looked down at the sky, locking onto Wei Shou below. Wei Shou was also extremely alert.
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Wei Shou: Wearing this armor is not easy to output...
When I was designing this character, I was watching a short video, and there was a big brother in a pink tight lotus leaf skirt and kicked a little hooligan. After seeing it, I just thought, ah, real men should wear pink!
PS: "Tui Zhen" has a 23rd leader, thank you Qin Ruofan baby (`) for your kindness