Song Wei hung up, Huang Lie also hung up, and the two worked together to drag the manic boxer to death.

I have to say that this time the opponent's strength is really strong, and the player who was mixed in the assassins before took the risk of fighting because he had great confidence in his own strength, and was finally killed by Kegree with a punch.

The boxer just now also has the strength to turn to the middle realm, if it weren't for his temperament being too perverse and reckless with his moves, as long as he fought carefully, he could even kill Huang Lie and Song Wei without dying at the same time.

And Chen Duxing is undoubtedly the strongest one.

Jiang Ling, with his own strength, is not an opponent at all.

Jiang Ling felt a sigh of relief in his chest, very unhappy.

After entering the game, you have been pressed and beaten. From the beginning of the attack on the camp by the dead soldiers, Jiang Ling was vaguely aware that the forces of his side were far less powerful than the other side, and after the enemy crossed the river by boat and the cavalry rushed down the boat, the Sennar defenders were defeated and retreated.

If it weren't for the fact that Boyo and Kegre were good enough to be called wise and brave generals, they wouldn't even have the slightest chance.

And the two players on the other side have been hiding in the shadows, using the Rosen soldiers to consume the combat power of Jiang Ling and the others, and they did not appear until this moment.

Yes, it is indeed understandable to use one's own "potential" to arrange strategic operations, but Jiang Ling really feels unwilling.

After Huang Lie and Song Wei fell to the ground covered in blood, the evil aura in his chest was about to explode!

Jiang Ling was almost crazy, and he poured all the spiritual power into the thing in his palm in an orderly manner.

At the same time, Jiang Ling's mind was also conveyed.

"Come out and help me!"

Chen Duxing suddenly guessed what Jiang Ling was doing, his eyes were shocked and incredulous, he didn't believe that Jiang Ling could do this, because he was conceited and couldn't do it at the moment.

But Chen Duxing didn't dare to hesitate, and directly took off the black rosary on his wrist and rotated it between his palms. Spiritual power was injected into the black rosary, and the round and bright rosary emitted a faint dark light.

The next moment, the seven blue flowers around Chen Duxing turned blue and turned into a dead and murderous pure black, and floated straight towards Jiang Ling.

Who would have thought that this Chen Duxing would still hide such a method!

There is no doubt that this black flower is even more lethal!

"Whoever you are, come out! Martial Spirit! ”

What Jiang Ling was holding in his hand was the spirit jade he had brought out from Dongwu Island.

Jiang Ling didn't know if there was a martial spirit in it, what kind of martial spirit it was, whether he was willing to help himself or not, he just wanted to bet on this last hope!

The blood in Jiang Ling's palm stained the quaint jade red.

The spiritual power that was wrapped in the jade pendant was all absorbed by the jade pendant.

The next moment, Jiang Ling's heart trembled, and he felt that an idea had reached his mind.

The wind and dust jumped, and a translucent figure floated in front of Jiang Ling.

The man was slender with broad shoulders slightly lowered, and was dressed in a bright red robe with long black hair and a shawl.

It's a man.

Like the gorgeous boy in the painting, his gaze is leisurely and quiet, and his robe is flowing back to the snow, and he turns around. Holding a guqin in his arms, he turned around and sat directly on the ground with his legs crossed, and the guqin was placed between his knees.

The seven black flowers that seemed to float from the netherworld came to him.

He didn't look at those flowers, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyes fell on the guqin in his lap, there was some surprise in his eyes, some nostalgia, some emotion, he felt that he should stroke the qin, so he gently plucked the strings with his slender fingers.

Bite.

The crisp sound of the piano sounded, like a naughty child flipping a handful of clear river water with the palm of his hand, and the water splashed and rolled.

The sound spread invisibly, and seven small black flowers shook into the air, their speed plummeted, and they seemed to sink into the viscous air.

The white, slender fingers that did not look like men brushed softly over the strings again, like a flat boat across the calm river, into the misty middle of the river, where the fisherman's oars lapped against the water.

The sound of the piano rose again, and the seven small flowers almost stood still in the air in front of this beautiful boy.

His hands fell on the piano, his ten fingers moved, gently and slowly twisted and wiped, and the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate.

The river came alive, the waves were crystal clear, the waves were undulating, and they were rolling eastward.

It flows through the tranquil riverside villages, the grassy meadows, the riverbeds that have lasted for thousands of years, and the dead rocks and bones buried under the mud and sand.

On the river, a flat boat drifted with the tide, and the handsome son lay under the black canopy, with a pot of good Jiangnan wine warmed by the small stove beside him, he held a pen in one hand and a green slip in the other, and wrote a free and easy poem with a smile.

The sound of the piano is far away and bright, and in this noisy battlefield, it is like a fairy sound descending into the world.

I don't know how long it took, the river dissipated in the scene, Jiang Ling slowly came back to his senses, looked at the figure in front of him, his body trembled slightly, and his heart was full of joy and admiration.

It's a song of the left side of the river.

The strings stop plucking, and the sound gradually stops.

At the end of the song, the seven black flowers had broken buds, and the petals were scattered all over the ground, drifting away with the wind.

The flying flowers around Chen Duxing were all scattered, and no more flowers were falling in the sky.

The flying flower array was broken by the river in the sound of the piano.

Chen Duxing took a step back in shock, and after a moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which was the backlash wound after the spiritual technique was completely cracked. He glanced at the already dull rosary bracelet in his hand, then looked at the illusory figure sitting there, and muttered, "This is impossible. ”

"It can't be!" Chen Duxing shouted again in some hysteria, he clenched his teeth, and then roared: "How do you have a martial spirit!?" How can you summon a martial spirit!? ”

Jiang Ling's body relaxed, sat directly on the ground, and then laughed. Although his spiritual power was exhausted, the turbid breath in his chest finally went far away with the river in the qinqu.

However, Jiang Ling also felt that the person in front of him was about to dissipate.

Yes, he could feel it, and after he summoned this martial spirit, he faintly felt that he was in touch with him.

The spiritual power infused by himself can only make him come out to stroke the qin, and then he will return to the spirit jade to rest.

Jiang Ling asked, "Your name?" ”

The figure of the man dissipated a little, he heard Jiang Ling's words and slowly turned his head, his bright eyes were a little confused, but he still smiled slightly: "It's been too long, I forgot." ”

Jiang Ling pondered for a moment, thought of a person who was very similar to this martial spirit, and said softly: "Then you will be called Zhou Yu in the future." ”

The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters are merry through the ages. To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms.

"Zhou Yu?" After hearing this, the man looked up at the sky and was stunned, as if he tasted it, and just as his figure was about to dissipate, he nodded: "Okay." ”

After this handsome martial spirit made a stunning appearance, the illusory figure turned into a little star dust and returned to the jade pendant in Jiang Ling's hand again.

After all, Jiang Ling was only a spirit master in the middle of the realm, and it was already a shocking thing to be able to summon a martial spirit, but Jiang Ling was still far from being able to keep a martial spirit by his side for a long time like Boyo instructed Feilin.

But Jiang Ling was not too ambitious, he was very pleased, and carefully put the spirit jade into his pocket in his arms.

This spirit jade that he got from the stone statue of Dongwu Island really has a powerful martial spirit in it!

This time it was Chen Duxing's turn to calm down, he thought that he must be a spiritual genius, and in just two copies, he had cultivated to the middle realm of the earth and remote others.

But he didn't have a martial spirit, and it was difficult for him to accept why a spirit master who was weaker than himself would have a martial spirit.

It's not fair.

He pointed at Jiang Ling and said, "Where did you get it from?" ”

"Picked up, envy?" Jiang Ling felt that he had no strength in his body, so he simply didn't try to stand up, sat on the ground, tilted his head and talked to Chen Duxing.

Chen Duxing's spiritual power was almost completely consumed, and the sound of Zhou Yu's piano just now was just a far-reaching piece of music in Jiang Ling's ears, but in Chen Duxing's ears, the rushing river was churning in his mind, and the rolling waves made him feel distracted.

But Chen Duxing, who was pale, still sneered: "Why do I envy a loser? Chen Duxing glanced around, the golden armored cavalry shuttled, blood flying, he felt a little more comfortable, and hummed: "Look up, your people are going to die!" ”

Rosen's temple cavalry charged left and right, but it was only a cup of tea, and nearly three hundred of the Sennar defenders squandered their lives on the land. Jiang Ling had no regrets at this time, but looking at the bloody battlefield, he still felt sad, and couldn't help but sigh heavily, and said weakly: "Yes." ”

The Emperor of Jersey personally went out on the expedition, the Grand Knight of the Seventh Temple, Tiger, accompanied the army, the eight hundred cavalry of the Golden Armor Temple crossed the river by boat, and the mysterious and noble organization called the Divine Court sent helpers.

If it weren't for the fact that Beryo could have discerned the enemy's intentions in advance and set a strategy early, it would have been said that when the dead soldier attacked the camp, Willo would not be the only one who died.

If it weren't for the fact that Kegree had taken precautions, laid iron locks across the river, prepared defensive ordnance, and fearlessly led the soldiers to fight to the death, perhaps the Sennar military fortress would have been flattened a long time ago, and the enemy might have climbed the Flying Fox Pass.

This battle has really been done to the best of its ability.

On the battlefield, the cavalry of the Golden Armor Hall is not the top strength of the empire, and it is orderly in chaos, and it actually conforms to a certain formation. If you look down from the sky, you will see the golden armor in a line, shuttling back and forth in the battle, like a golden dragon swimming in the Dead Sea.

Jiang Ling still had some grievances in his heart, why did the victorious scales keep falling to their side? Do we really not have a chance?

Suddenly, Jiang Ling found that a small stone beside him was jumping.

for the earth shook again.

"Huh?" Jersey turned his head to look and saw the Flying Fox Gate lowered, and in the midst of the smoke and dust, a continuous cavalry rushed out of the pass. Jersey squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, confirming that it was not the defenders of Flying Fox Pass, and then laughed and said: "Sacrificial wine, your thousand strange soldiers are here!" It's time for this war to end! ”

The sacrificial wine also smiled and nodded, but after a moment he felt bad, and raised his head to look at the thousand men and horses galloping inexplicably, and a strong uneasiness rose in his heart.

"Impossible." The sacrificial wine muttered to himself: "This thousand cavalry, there is no reason why it is not mine." ”

Suddenly, the pupils of the sacrificial wine shrank, and his complexion changed suddenly.

He saw the leading horse in the cavalry camp.

The space between heaven and earth is infinitely vast, but that person is extremely dazzling in green clothes!

"Kill!!"

A thousand cavalry was like a sword that opened the sky, tearing through the chaotic battlefield.

The golden dragon that was cruising freely was cut into countless pieces in an instant!