The demon king who locks back to Ning, his brain is dead, and no matter how powerful Nangong's centripetal technique is, if he can't catch the brainwave frequency, he won't want to invade the territory of caracal destruction and take things from his brain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nangong Xiang thought that Elder Nanfeng was related to the caracal, so he could break through the routine and do what he couldn't do. Therefore, after obtaining the key by the south wind, he was still complacent, and he was very proud of the dexterity of the rudder when he saw the wind.

The key has been wiped out in the virtual realm, and it can't actually open the cloud gate of the immortal clan, this is just Jiang Nanjun's guess. But because he has enough knowledge and trust in the caracal, he is very sure of the correctness of this guess. Therefore, as soon as an idea is generated, it transmits confidence to the ghost area through his eyes.

The ghost area is confident, and he teaches Huo Linger a lesson in righteousness. Huo Ling'er no longer answered, but responded directly.

He swept the handsome flag in his hand, pulled his arms together from side to side, and leaned forward again, making an offensive movement, and the huge wheel of the chariot rolled "boom" and retreated.

He retreated to the rear end of the wolf army's camp, where the enemy's bow and arrow could not shoot, Liuzhen and Mo Zhi each waved their blades, commanded their angel soldiers, and the two roads merged into one road and gathered in the formation. So the originally thin phalanx was instantly much fuller.

Huo Bell ordered the war drums to be beaten, and the drum sound of "Dong Dong Dong" pierced through the clouds, and the momentum was no less than that of the Condor team. At the same time, on the four corners of the southeast, northwest and northwest, there are flag-carrying soldiers shaking the wolf's head banner in the wind, and it seems that the 300,000 remnants can no longer be described by the word "remnant".

The official confrontation between the two armies is about to begin, and the ghost district exchanges eyes with Jiang Nanjun for the last time. Jiang Nanjun's eyes were blazing, he nodded slightly, signaling that the time was ripe, and the ghost district no longer hesitated, and asked him to board his chariot, retreat to the rear of the formation together, and leave the position to the soldiers who met the battle.

At the same time, he also ordered the Condor team to beat the war drums and blow the horn of attack, and the battle of the clouds officially began.

This battle is a contest between weapons and flesh and blood. The Condor clan was originally waving the flag of the alliance leader, and in the middle of the battlefield, there would be an earth-shattering shouting of killing.

However, the truth was greatly unexpected, the word "kill" of the Condor team did not come out, and on the rolling thick clouds, a wolf howl piercing the eardrum suddenly sounded, and its momentum can be described as smoking, and the soldiers of the Condor Alliance shuddered when they heard it, and their steps also showed cowardice.

"Alliance leader, it's not good, these evil spirit wolf army seems to want to attack in the way of wolves!

Jiang Nanjun also oozed cold sweat from his back, but it was not because of fear of the wolf's howl, but because he was worried that the Condor team would not be able to adapt to this strange style of play, and he would have to be defeated if he went up.

Looking at the angel corps that mixes the flow path and the strange road, the weapons that the wolf soldiers show are no longer ordinary knives, guns and clubs. They raised their arms in unison, and from the iron bracers, they ejected three silver steel forks in a row, and the movements and voices were in unison, like a copy of the same person.

In an instant, the wolf army camp no longer needed to use torches to illuminate the way, only relying on the cold light flashing from the steel fork to connect into pieces, and then swept by, with the sound of whirring wind, the light of the torches around the battlefield was forcefully suppressed.

"This ...... What the hell are these people holding in their hands? What kind of magic do they want to use?" The Condor Clan, from the generals to the soldiers, had never seen such a terrifying battle scene, and they were shocked to see it.

Don't say that they, even Jiang Nanjun, who has read the strange books of the Six Realms, have never seen such a strange offensive, and they can't answer for a while, and their hearts are full of worries.