Although the heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers in the valley had just begun to practice the exercises that Zhang Wuwu had prepared for them, their realm might not be sufficient.

But the advantage in numbers fills such a vacancy.

The eight legions brought by Pang Donglai, after being wiped out by Zhang Wuwu, now there are only seven legions left.

Of the seven legions, Monkey and Old Man each held back, and now that they had entered the interior from the outside of the legion, it was only a matter of time before they were completely destroyed.

In this way, there are only five legions left.

Although Zhang Wuwu could easily destroy it, he didn't make a move, because a team that had not experienced wind and rain would not be able to survive in the era of war.

It's time for these heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers in the valley to go through what they have to go through.

Today's battle can be regarded as a training for them.

Nearly twenty legions of Heavenly Soldiers and Ghost Soldiers poured out of the valley.

Banner hunting, majestic!

A large-scale battle of more than 60,000 troops was about to break out.

They were hidden in the clouds of the sky, far away from the five legions that Pang Donglai had brought with them.

Its powerful aura even condensed the air, and all the water vapor in the space began to condense and solidify, and finally formed layers of black clouds.

The black clouds pressed towards Yecheng with a compelling momentum, causing an extremely depressing mental burden to the people in Yecheng.

The four Heavenly Soldiers and Ghost Soldiers surrounded the legion brought by Pang Donglai, and carried out momentum oppression.

Then, under the order of the Four Heavenly Kings, they launched an attack at the same time.

It's just that their way of fighting is slightly different from that of the era of cold weapons in the mortal world.

Large-scale cold-weapon engagements between mortals are often hand-to-hand combat.

And they are different, they hold hot weapons in their hands, and then infuse the immortal power in their bodies, so that the bullets that come out will be bent.

When the two sides finally got close, it was not like in hand-to-hand combat, but several people directly surrounded one of the other party, and directly killed the other party with strong pressure.

Every palm and style they swung out carried an extremely brilliant light.

The two groups of centaurs can be said to be a complete interpretation of what is called the Demons Flurry.

Zhang Wuwu stood above tens of thousands of horses, quietly watching the battle.

And the monkey and the old man are more proficient in the control of the divine power in their bodies due to the constant battle at this time.

Moreover, the monkey is worthy of being a war-loving madman, carrying a golden hoop stick as thick as a thigh in his hand, and the hair on his whole body is blown up, and where he passes, chickens and dogs are not left.

Those black-robed people didn't even have time to dodge or make a move, and they were smashed directly with a stick.

This shattered was not shattered into pulp, but completely disappeared from heaven and earth, not even a drop of blood could be left, and the only evidence that could prove that they had been in this world was perhaps only the lingering breath and remnants.

The battlefield between the monkey and the old man is extremely fast, but the battlefield on the side of the heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers is extremely tragic.

Because there is hardly the slightest fancy, and there is no crushing in strength.

If one of the black-robed people dies, some of the heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers will also die.

But Zhang Wuwu just didn't plan to make a move, not because he didn't care about the lives of those subordinates, but because this kind of battle situation was not what he wanted at all.

In the final analysis, it was only because the legion on his side had not experienced the battle on the battlefield, and did not know how to entrust his back to his brother, and then he bravely rushed to kill.

The seven legions have been wiped out by the monkey and the old man at this time.

After the baptism of the Great War, the monkey and the old man both had a lot of calm and murderous aura at this time.

The monkey carried the golden hoop stick on his shoulders, put his two hands on it from behind, and came to Zhang Wuwu's side comfortably.

And the old man is killing the rest of the legions step by step, the injury of the roaring dog has not improved so far, and it will take a lot of time for the demonic energy in its body to be dispelled.

He blamed all these sin on the legions.

So he didn't mind having all the legions wiped out by one person.

The monkey watched Lao Qi kill another legion, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Wuwu with puzzled eyes.

Zhang Wuwu's meaning, even he, a reckless monkey, can see it, and it is impossible for the old man not to see it.

But he just killed the past.

Zhang Wuwu knew what the old man was thinking, and at this time, he remembered Wei Yingwu again, there are still many island country birdmen in the Wei family, and they can also hone these heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers.

So he nodded at the monkey as well.

The monkey received his instructions, and his heart was suddenly happy, and the golden hoop rod in his hand was instantly elongated.

Holding one end of the golden rod in one hand is as easy as throwing a stick in your hand.

The golden hoop rod fell from the sky, causing a sonic boom, and the last one came first.

Before the old man arrived, he killed the legion out of a bloody path.

The old man turned his head to look at the monkey, but the monkey just smiled at him playfully, as if to provoke him.

"Go to the battlefield, Bibi look, who ...... Kill more!"

The old man froze and looked at the monkey, with a very strong killing aura in his eyes.

"Hehe, how about running around Yecheng naked if you lose?" the monkey laughed.

"Whatever you want!"

The old man's voice fell, and the three-headed dragon in the trident in his hand conjured up three figures and rushed into the legion with a roar.

In an instant, countless black-robed people became food in Jiaolong's mouth.

However, these black-robed people are also strange, Pang Donglai is dead, and there is no one to supervise them anymore, so they can escape at this time, but not many of them have the action of escaping.

Zhang Wuwu couldn't help but have a ridiculous thought about their thoughts.

The Chinese merchant country pays attention to keeping the green mountains without worrying about the lack of firewood.

And these black-robed people, if they guessed correctly, should be the same group of people as the leader who attacked the Mei family, and they both belong to Dongying.

However, the people of Toei pay attention to the spirit of bushido.

What is the so-called spirit of bushido? It is completely a kind of chicken soup for the soul that the rulers of the island country forcibly instilled in the poor people that regard death as home.

They know that their island nation does not have enough resources, so they can only obtain abundant resources through wars with other countries.

However, the island nation with a small country and weak people still has a lot of difficulty in winning in the battle, so this bushido spirit came into being.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that these chicken soups, which should have been owned by mortals, actually affected these black-robed people.

The remaining five legions were already a little overwhelmed in the face of nearly 60,000 heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers, and at this time, the strong participation of monkeys and old men, the battlefield at this time was completely a one-sided slaughter.