Xishu, Juma Slope.

An iron-blue figure more than a foot tall stood in the middle of Juma Slope, and several scarlet horses in the sky continued to merge into the body of Muye Hou, known as the first general in Western Shu, and the roars were endless.

In the Juma Slope, eight thousand Qianyun martial artists took the lead in flocking to the Xishu generals who had died early for many years, just in an instant, dozens of Jiangyun knives were chopped down together, and dozens of martial artists in the rank fought in the battlefield for many years, but the body of the Mu Hou Death Puppet was as hard as iron, and only three or five of the dozens of knives could leave subtle marks on the iron green skin, and the rest were as painless as if they were cut on the gold stone, and it was just one knife, and there were more than 30 Jiangyun blades that collapsed.

But the shepherd waiting for the death puppet didn't seem to have time to deal with these ant soldiers, and he was still dedicated to accommodating the scarlet horses in the air, and the middle of the horse rejection slope was too narrow, and only the dozens of Qianyun martial soldiers in the front could reach the dead puppet, and a whistle sounded, and someone in the Qianyun martial army roared, "Change formation!"

The cloud armor warriors who surrounded the herd and waited for the death puppet group stopped and retreated to both sides very neatly, even more so in the rejection slope, thousands of people stopped rushing forward, retreated to the side to make way for the robe, in just two breaths, the Qianyuan military forces that were originally around the dead puppet all retreated, and were replaced by dozens of elite lieutenant generals of the Qianyun army, different from the ordinary Jiangyun military forces, half of these dozens of people can touch the mysterious realm called Zhenling, in an instant, the qi machine in the horse slope was agitated, and dozens of turbulent qi machines slashed towards the waist of the death puppet, dozens of qi machines swept by, and there were many shallow scars between the waist and abdomen of the dead puppet, but they were all extremely subtle。

Refusing to go down the slope, Sima Chengjin, who is also the best in the world, saw the desperate fight of Zhuge Pifu's salary, and exhaled a few big mouthfuls of turbidity in succession to stabilize his mind, the three armies are on the side of the main general leaping horse, as the root bone of the soldiers of the three armies, he can't mess up, if he is chaotic, the soldiers of the three armies will have no fighting spirit, and he endured the shock from the death puppet, and shouted in a low voice: "Where is Sima Shangzhao!"

"The end will be. ”

Sima Chengjin, the second son of Sima Chengjin, the second son of the Qianyuan military god, and Sima Shangzhao, the general of the new city, dragged his horse out of the ranks, and rode to the side of the Qianyuan Da Sima, saluted with both hands, and responded loudly.

There are no fathers and sons in the army, and the decree is as big as the sky, and the closest father and son must also be treated with military salute in front of the battlefield on the side of the army.

Sima Chengjin, the god of the Qianyuan army, sat on the back of the horse, the long sword on his waist was suddenly unsheathed, the three-foot sword blade swept over the right palm, a blood mark appeared in the palm, and the blood slowly seeped out from the scars, Sima Junshen stretched out his hand to untie the crown, smeared the blood in the palm of his hand on the forehead of the Yintang, and refused to go down the slope, only to see the man on the horseback full of bright red, mottled long hair flying wantonly with the yin wind, the injured hand was raised above the top, his eyes were closed, and he muttered to himself, and the blood in the palm of his hand gathered more and more, but the strange thing is that the blood seems to have spirituality rippling in the palm, not scattering, not condensing, not slipping, not falling.

"Fetch the rune paper. ”

Sima Chengjin, the god of the Qianyuan army, suddenly opened his eyes, and the second son Sima Shangzhao, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly took out a yellow paper talisman from his arms and sent it to his father, Sima Chengjin's right hand flipped over the palm of the hand, and the blood slipped on the rune paper, taking advantage of the blood not congealing, he brushed a little bit on the rune paper with his finger as a pen, and drew a bright red rune with more than ten strokes in succession.

The black-robed scribe who was originally with eyes like electricity had a gloomy look in his eyes when he was completed, and his body standing on horseback was slightly bent a little, and he took out two pills, one black and one red, from his arms without feeling tired, and handed them to his second son Sima Shangzhao to give a few words.

As soon as the blood rune left, the yin wind rose again in the position of the Chinese army, and the military god Sima Chengjin endured the powerlessness and dizziness that filled his mind, and fought hard, and the military order fell like rain, "The weakness of the demon is in the center of the eyebrows and the surrounding figures, and the strong archers salvo the surrounding figures, the main generals of the three armies of Bende, Chengji, and Mengshan and the elite soldiers of the Jiangyun Army dragged the demon, and the rest of the generals took the rejection of the horse slope directly, and the soldiers should break the rejection of the horse slope within half an hour. ”

The horns tore out of the air, and tens of thousands of slightly flustered Qianyuan soldiers in the Zhuma slope no longer paid attention to the iron green figure, and flocked to the Juma Walled City like a tide, this is the terrifying place of the Qianyuan army, the soldiers are noble and fast, no matter how turbulent the battle in front of them is, they can also regroup in the shortest possible time to meet the strong enemy, and then the military order is like a mountain, no matter how loud the battle ends, as long as a military order arrives, no soldier hesitates, whether it is to risk death to march to meet the enemy or a strong man to break his wrist and retreat, only to hear the military order regardless of the cost.

The decisive battle of the Spring and Autumn Period, which had been quiet for a moment, resumed its hustle and bustle, and the monstrous shouts of killing resounded in the sky, shaking people's hearts, and on the slope of the rejection of horses, eight thousand Jiangyun warriors led straight to the humble walled city, and hundreds of arrows covered the sky, enveloping the iron green figure that contained the blood cloud.

The momentum of the arrow rain is extremely accurate, and it can almost avoid the strange pattern of the robe surrounding the death puppet hitting the death puppet's body, and the field is full of the elite of the Qianyuan soldiers, and the occasional crooked stray arrow cannot break through the body protection qi and solid cloud armor, and there is no major injury.

A sturdy general dressed in red heavy armor held a nearly 100-pound mountain opening giant axe to rush to the front, this person is the Qianyuan Southern Expedition vanguard general Wang Qian, this person looks like Xiong Yi is eight feet tall and brave Qianyuan and Qianyun martial god Bai Nuo are equally famous and called Qianyuan Shuangxiong, Wang Jian holds the mountain giant axe in his hand and runs wildly on the ground, the giant axe is full of gang air turns, and he is only more than ten zhang away from the herd waiting for death, and hisses and shouted, "Meng Tian, help me!"

On the side, a burly man wearing black armor and holding a halberd heard the shouting, the halberd in his hand flew out, and went straight to the door of the death puppet, the vanguard general Wang Jian suddenly jumped into the air for several feet, stepped on the halberd blade in mid-air, and took advantage of the momentum to rise again, the giant axe in his hand was raised high, and the surging wind erupted from the axe blade, in mid-air, the red armor general broke off, and the green tendons between his foreheads burst out, and the giant axe in his hand surged towards the head of the dead puppet like Mount Tai collapsed, as if to divide the iron and iron figure that stirred up the yin and evil of heaven and earth into two.

The powerful giant axe broke through the cloudy wind and tore apart a side of the world, the scarlet horse practice seemed to be unable to stand such a sharp edge and dissipated slightly, the giant axe was mixed with monstrous spiritual power, like a river and sea pouring down a bamboo building, and it was too late for the Tie Qing death puppet that contained the blood cloud to react, and the red armor general who was holding the mountain opening giant axe was in front of him, Tie Qing's big hand suddenly turned into a fist, and he swept out with a straight punch.

What is a pioneer?

It is indomitable, among the three armies, he is the first soldier, with him as a sharp blade, Ren is the enemy's millions, Ren is a wild wilderness, Ren is a god or a ghost or an ordinary man in front of him, he alone walks in the lead, and he alone rushes to kill in front, so it is called the vanguard.

The same is true of the giant axe in his hand.

If it is said that the mountains and seas in front of you are difficult to cross?

That's broken.

Wang Jian is the vanguard general, that is, he needs to be born and die to risk his life, and life and death are already outside the body when he goes out on the stage to sacrifice to the sky and wear armor, and now he wants to use this hundred-pound mountain opening giant axe to open a peaceful and prosperous era for the Qianyuan Dynasty, and open a 10,000-year foundation, Mo said that in front of him is the imperial capital of Xishu, even if it is the southern sky Lingxiao in the majestic heavenly palace, he is the same, regardless of life and death, crush the past.

The man in the red heavy armor knew that the iron green figure in front of him was not an easy thing, and he also knew that if he waited for him to contain the blood cloud, he could break the elite of the Qianyun relying on by himself.

The death puppet fist mixed with the strength of moving mountains and seas went straight to the vanguard general, seeing that it was less than five feet away from the red armor general, if it was so hard to resist the death puppet with its flesh and blood, it would be difficult to escape the bones and broken tendons, if it was difficult to save the heavens and people at that time, at such a critical juncture, a three-foot long sword with a fiery red body shot out from the rejection of the horse slope, and flew to the side of the vanguard general Wang Jian in an instant, blocking in front of the monstrous punch.

There was a loud bang.

The death puppet bombarded the body of the three-foot sword, known as one of the top ten divine soldiers of the Qianyuan Dynasty, and the immortal sword 'Chiwu', which was forged with red silver in the north hundreds of years ago, couldn't stand such a force, and shattered under the monstrous fist wind.

At the same time, the giant axe in Wang Jian slashed into the Death Puppet Seal Hall, tearing apart a scar more than three inches long on the iron green head like a copper wrought iron cast, and the deepest part of the wound was more than an inch deep, but unfortunately, the scar was only two fingers away from the strange shape at the center of the eyebrows, if it could severely damage the weakness of the death puppet, the strength of the death puppet refined with the bones of the shepherd corpse would be greatly reduced.

After breaking the ancient sword red black, the heavy fist fell on Wang Qian's armor, although the strength was not as good as before, it was still not something that ordinary flesh and blood could stop, in the turbulent wind, the vanguard general in red heavy armor flew out like an arrow from the string, and bursts of red blood gushed out from Wang Qian's mouth, drawing a dazzling blood line in mid-air.

In the rejection of the horse slope, a silver-armored young general jumped up a few feet, and the red armor figure that flew upside down slowly stopped, and the Qianyuan pioneer general Wang Jian was bleeding from seven orifices, his eyes were closed and he fainted, and the silver-armored young general reached out between his mouth and nose to probe, and there was a faint warm air machine from his mouth and nose to exhale hard, which stabilized his mind.

The silver armor junior general is named Li Xin in the year of the weak crown, the soldier worships the general of Longxi, among the Qianyuan army, there is only one person who was personally named a general by the first emperor at such an age, and this young general is also the master of the ancient sword Chiwu, but at this moment, Li Xin can't help but feel sorry for the broken sword, and the streamer in his hand rose sharply for a while to support the seriously injured vanguard general retreated to the bottom of the refusal slope, and his body rose violently and stepped on the rain of arrows in the sky, and went straight to the wailing Tie Qing death puppet.

A heart-rending wail sounded from the mouth of the dead puppet, only to see the strange figure around the dead puppet flickering brightly and darkly, the burly body couldn't stop twitching and trembling, and the momentum of the scarlet puppet that merged into the death puppet in mid-air suddenly slammed, slowly separated from the iron green body and did not merge, and several scarlet horses practiced nowhere to go but to flow and wind in the air.