Only a small part of the armies of both sides were able to enter the Canyon Team, and in this case, the battle was to a large extent, testing the quality of individual soldiers, and it was very disadvantageous to the soldiers of the Shuntian Dynasty.

Lin Huarun also knew this, I didn't decide to attack rashly, His Majesty sat in a carriage made of iron plates on all sides, through the window, quietly looking at the situation ahead, and did not point a finger.

He knew very well that in terms of combat, General Lin was an absolute master, and he would never lose if he was there, so even if he heard Yang Hao's assertion that night, he didn't want to give up this great opportunity and resolutely sent troops to the Northern Wilderness.

The soldiers in front had already taken their places, and in turn, at the front, there were burly soldiers with shields and spears, building a strong barrier.

In the middle, there are rows of sharp cavalrymen, all dressed in soft armor, sitting on high-headed horses, holding long knives in their hands, like arrows from the string, surging like the sea.

Finally, the archer who draws the bow and shoots the arrow, one by one sharp and sharp arrows, exudes an awe-inspiring cold glow, one by one pointing straight into the air, the bow in his hand is drawn into a full moon, once he takes off his hand, there will be an overwhelming sea of arrows covering the earth.

The formation of the Shuntian Dynasty seems to be completely invincible, while the barbarians are extraordinarily sparse and have no military temperament.

One by one, shaking their heads and dragging sparsely, they did not look like soldiers fighting in war at all, but like ruffians of society, leaning over their heads and cocking their heads, not afraid of the enemy's fierce momentum.

They are also dressed in a variety of strange clothes, with various animal skins hanging on their bodies, black and purple, and their faces are also smeared with various unknown paints, and they are said to pray for peace.

Their weapons are even more bizarre, some with hammers, some with sticks, and of course some with swords, but compared to the Suncheon Dynasty, they are simply not worth mentioning.

Logically speaking, how can a group of people like them survive a thousand-year siege?

Probably only Lin Huarun, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, understands that they are by no means as simple as they imagined, and the ruthlessness that they exude without fear of death is probably difficult for ordinary people to achieve after decades of hard training.

As long as you are not afraid of death, even the sky can poke a hole.

In the face of such a huge outlaw, Lin Huarun did not dare to be careless, and drove his horse forward alone, ready to call for battle.

Long Yi also drove forward, glanced at Lin Huashun, and said with disdain: "I know what you want to say, you want to fight quickly, where did you get so much?"

Lin Huarun was blocked by Long Yi's words, and looked at Long Yi carefully, probably the only person in this "rabble" who was dressed normally.

A blood-red armor, a spear, tall and proclaiming, he can be regarded as a bit of a general.

"It was him, with a spear, who broke the gate of Panyu City. Princess Lianhua drove forward and introduced Lin Huarun, "It is said that he is the god of war of the desolate tribe. ”

Lin Huarun nodded, signaling that he understood, and then turned his gaze to see a boy on horseback walking out slowly.

Tuoba Han was still sleepy, looked at the peerless Princess Lianhua opposite, and teased with a smile: "You Shuntian Dynasty can now be generals, it's really interesting, hey! Little sister, do you use the knife?"

Princess Lianhua was slightly angry, and snorted coldly, "If you don't mention it, let's try it." ”

Tuoba Han laughed and said, "You want to use a knife with me? I'm so scared! But I've never fought with women under the bed, so why don't I go to my brother's bed later, and we'll have a good fight, what do you think?"

Princess Lianhua didn't know whether she was angry or shy, her face was red, and she just wanted to ride her horse and whip up, rushing up to kill the thin boy, but Lin Huarun stretched out her hand to block it.

was stumped and couldn't do it, Princess Lianhua was not so easy to definitely lose, so she hurriedly scolded: "I heard that you are the new monarch, and when I see it today, it is really a child whose hair has not yet grown, and I want to go to bed at every turn, and I want to drink the old lady's milk ~ water, so I just said it directly, there is no need to beat around the bush and misunderstand." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked, this girl with a weak appearance scolded people, and she really could hurt the enemy by a thousand and damage eight hundred, a bit of their barbarian girl.

His Majesty at the end heard this, and almost didn't sit still, and fell from the carriage seat, and his precious daughter, who dared to say anything, really couldn't control her.

Tuoba Han smiled instead, and said shamelessly: "Mother, I want to drink milk ~ water, you come and feed me." ”

As soon as Tuoba Han said this, the barbarians behind him laughed, and the laughter instantly spread in the canyon.

Princess Lianhua was almost mad, her legs clamped, and she shouted softly, "Drive." ”

Princess Lianhua's crotch moved when she heard the sound, and despite Lin Huarun's persuasion, she rushed forward with a fierce momentum.

But before she had just run a few steps, Princess Lianhua's face was shocked, as if she had died twenty-eight ancestors, she pulled the reins of the horse, turned the horse's head, fled backwards in a hurry, and hid behind Lin Huarun.

Lin Huarun was a little surprised, this princess who is not afraid of heaven and earth, what would she be scared like this when she saw it?

Looking up, I saw two people slowly walking out of the crowd, one wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a wooden sword behind his back, and the other wearing a black shirt with a cold gaze, and the two walked forward slowly.

He didn't know the man in the robe, but the young man in the black shirt he recognized at a glance - the son of the world.

Princess Lianhua hid behind Lin Huarun, didn't dare to look up at Mo Tear, and said in a panic: "He, he is the son of the world." ”

As the ink tears walked out, the leaders of the various departments took the lead in kneeling, and the others also knelt down one after another, and said loudly: "Welcome to the emperor." ”

Only Tuoba Han, who was on the horse, looked at the ink tears that passed in front of him calmly, and just lowered his head in response.

Mo Tear and Yifan walked forward quietly, and the two were still talking calmly.

"Master, are you sure to persuade them to quit?...... In case the fight starts, you'll have to protect me. ”

"If you want to persuade them to quit, it's up to you! Come out with some domineering and scare them first. ”

Mo Tear nodded, and stepped forward again, as if a fire shook out in an instant, and the raging flames immediately spread all over the body, and the fire spread around in circles, as if it was about to reach a canyon again, swallowing it up.

When the people on both sides saw this scene, they were shocked, and then they had different expressions.

The barbarian looked at the strange scene, looked at the fiery red body, and a person's face gradually became happy, and he shouted more respectfully, "Welcome to the Emperor." ”

And the well-trained soldiers of the Shuncheon Dynasty began to be a little restless when they saw that terrifying scene, and some of them were even so frightened that their hands and feet trembled slightly.

Lin Huarun couldn't believe the scene in front of him, seeing the flames spreading little by little, he couldn't believe that the poor young man who was once weak now had such a ability, which should not be underestimated.

In fact, he didn't know that Ink Tears' cultivation was much more sophisticated than before, and the Extreme Desolate Heavenly Fire that he could control was also even larger, and he could even gather fires at will, which was indeed much stronger than before.

Mo Tear panicked in his heart, only he knew that these were bluffs, so many extremely desolate heavenly fires spread, and they had long lost their original power, and the real lethality was almost zero.

It's really dazzling, and it should be enough to pretend to be scary.

His Majesty was also frightened when he saw this scene, he never thought that there was anyone else in the world who could have such magical powers.

Mo Tear's eyes were extremely indifferent, he looked ahead, and said loudly: "I am the son of destruction you are looking for, I am here, and I am not afraid of death." ”

This bland sentence vibrated little by little around the valley, and countless responses vibrated between the valleys, as if they exploded in everyone's mind.

The cold and majestic soldiers of the Shuntian Dynasty were extremely nervous and panicked at this moment, and it took years of training to suppress the indelible fear.

Lin Huarun's face was serious, he didn't care about the words of the ink tears, for the Great Cultivator of the Heavenly Realm, he didn't put the ink tears in his eyes at all, what he was worried about was the seemingly ordinary Taoist next to the sound of the ink tears and the barbarian army who were not afraid of death.

Lin Huarun knows that the beginning of a battle is the most important, and the defeat is like a mountain, Lin Huarun does not dare to act rashly, and it is the best plan to test a round first.

Lin Huarun raised his hand slowly, this simple action seemed to be able to solidify the hearts of tens of thousands of soldiers, and the soldiers who were originally slightly uneasy returned to calm in an instant with his simple action.

He is the core of this army, the leader of this army, and as long as he does not fall, this army will not fall.

Lin Huarun's hand slowly fell, and he said extremely flatly: "Release the arrow." ”

Thousands of people drew their bows at the same time, as if at that moment, they could hear the tense ligaments of the bamboo strips, the snorting sounds, the strings exploded like bombs, and with a bang, arrows broke out of the air, covering half of the sky.

Thousands of arrows whizzed through the air, Mo Tear raised his head slightly, looking at the arrows that were overwhelmingly emitting cold light, his pupils gradually contracted, and his face became extremely frightened.

It's okay now, and those who pretend to be forced to pretend to pay for their lives are going to pay for it.

Run, Mo Tear just wanted to remind the master, but before the words came out, the voice of a mortal Taoist seemed to explode in his heart, "I will borrow your fire for the master." ”

Before the ink tears could react, they only felt that the flames around them did not obey the call, surging forward, and a bunch of people felt that there were countless vitality injected, and the eight hot hells in the spiritual sea were endlessly expanding and expanding, and the endless and vast sea of extremely desolate heavenly fires poured out of the body violently.

In front of him, a wall of fire divided the canyon, and thousands of arrows were in the billowing flames, leaving no trace of afterimage, not even the remains of ashes.

Lin Huarun looked at the fiery wall of fire in front of him, his face gradually became heavy, probably he was the only one who watched how all this happened?

The Taoist in a shabby Taoist robe, with a slight lift of two fingers, a wall of fire appeared in the sky, this kind of supernatural power has surpassed his cognition.

The people of the barbarian tribe, seeing this "miracle", kowtowed again and shouted, "Welcome to the emperor, the emperor's divine might, left for thousands of years, and eternal for generations." ”

Gradually, the wall of fire slowly disappeared, retreating like a tide, and in the end, I could only see the sparks rolling in circles within three feet of the ink tears.

Mo Tear was extremely surprised, just now he seemed to feel an endless power, completely expanding the Eight Heat Hell in his body, but he knew very well that the power came from the master, this seemingly ordinary master.

Yifan Daoist took a step forward, looked at Lin Huarun calmly, and said lightly: "Yifan, the poor Dao Law is here to dissuade everyone from quitting the army. ”

Lin Huarun sneered and snorted: "Just by yourself, how can you fight thousands of troops?"

Sure enough, people don't like to listen to good words and persuasions, and often prefer to be conquered by violence. ”

Yifan Daoist sighed and shook his head, and walked forward, his words flat, as if he was expounding some kind of truth.

Lin Huarun saw a mortal Taoist who was walking forward, and for some reason, he was panicked in his heart, and unconsciously let the fierce horse under his crotch take two steps back.

The War King retreated, this is a scene that has never been seen before