"Brother Bingchen, it's terrifying down there, alas, why do you have to fight, you are dead or alive. ”

Bingchen and Mu Xue were on the sky boat, witnessing the tragic battle below, looking at the scene of blood flowing and tens of thousands of corpses on the plain, both of them felt a little creepy.

It's not that they haven't killed anyone, killing people in the immortal cultivation world is a common thing, whoever is strong has the power to control life and death.

But such a large-scale bloody killing, but it was the first time they had seen these fresh lives, and in an instant, they fell in a pool of blood one by one, and they died without even collecting their bodies, so desolate and sad.

"War is nothing more than resources and power, in fact, the same is true in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, but it is not on such a large scale. Bingchen thought about it and said, it seems that he has seen this cruel world more truly, maybe the essence of this world is like this, the weak eat the strong, in order to survive better, killing is everywhere.

Mu Xue nodded slightly, and said softly, "Brother Bingchen, what should we do next?"

"Wait! The previous confrontation was all ordinary soldiers and monks below the golden pill, and I think that there will be high-ranking monks in battle soon, and we will act when the opportunity comes. ”

"Hmm~ good!"

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The sound of war drums in the sky once again echoed between heaven and earth.

The black-pressed Moro army, as if it had received some order, suddenly separated neatly to both sides, giving way to a passage more than ten zhang wide in the middle of the army.

Immediately after, there was a click, and a huge chariot moved forward rapidly from the rear of the army.

Before the chariot could reach the front of the army, I saw figures rising from the chariot, and powerful spiritual power emanated.

These people are all primordial infant immortal cultivators on the Moro side.

At this time, the strongest of these Moro were all with their arms crossed to their chests, and they looked at Xiongguan City in the distance with a playful look in their eyes, and their appearance obviously did not put the monks of Jinyun in their eyes.

On the wall of Xiongguan City, the faces of Jinyun's Yuanying generals were all extremely heavy, and they obviously felt the sense of oppression brought by the Moro side.

At this time, the huge chariot also came to a halt in front of the Moro army.

All the eyes of heaven and earth converged on the huge chariot.

Immediately afterward, they saw two figures, one tall and one short, on the deck of the chariot.

The tall figure, dressed in black and gold armor, had an indifferent and cold face, and the spiritual power around his body was faintly churning, and it seemed to be brewing a strong momentum.

On his side, there stood a handsome young man in a python robe, he carried his hands behind his back, looking light and breezy, but he didn't look like he was standing in the middle of the battlefield, but more like enjoying some beautiful scenery in his back garden, calm.

When these two figures appeared, the sound of war drums in the sky gradually subsided at this time, followed by hundreds of thousands of troops shouting "kill, kill, kill ......".

For a time, the world was turbulent and deafening.

As the python-robed young man raised a hand,

The shouting of the whole army stopped, and the heavens and the earth returned to silence.

On the city wall, Xing Lun's eyes showed a hint of jealousy, staring at the tall figure of the black and gold armor on the chariot.

Although I had already guessed who the other party's main general was, I couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to face it when I saw it with my own eyes at this time.

That figure was too unforgettable for him.

Thousands of years ago, it was the people in front of him who led the troops to attack them Jinyun, and at that time, there were heavy casualties, so that Jinyun was recuperating for hundreds of years, recovering the greatly damaged national strength.

This person's cultivation is profound, and his ability to lead troops is unparalleled, and he is indeed a generation of famous generals who are difficult to come out of ten thousand years, but unfortunately he was not born in Jinyun, but he is a person of Moro.

"Qin Gu!" Xing Lun shouted coldly.

The two figures on the chariot were Qin Gu and Luo Hao.

Under the convergence of countless gazes, the tall figure of the black gold armor, his slightly narrowed eyes also looked at the city wall, and at that moment, an amazing spiritual power emanated from his body.

The huge chariots under their feet all creaked at this time.

And in the rear, countless sergeants trembled, as if they couldn't withstand this amazing pressure, and gritted their teeth one by one.

This is still because the coercion exuded by Qin Gu was not aimed at them, otherwise it would not be as simple as trembling.

"General Xing, it's been a long time. ”

Qin Gu raised his head, his eyes staring at Xing Lun from afar, and his light laughter sounded like thunder.

"General Qin Gu, it's also unharmed. Xing Lun said coldly, but his eyes were full of jealousy, it seems that this person has become stronger again, thousands of years ago, this person was the peak cultivation of Yuanying, and now it is estimated that he has touched the threshold of turning into a god, reaching the level of a half-step god.

Qin Gu smiled lightly and said: "It's better to be a general, submit to my Moro, and avoid unnecessary casualties, your Jinyun's soldiers are also human lives, and I hope that the general will not care about the life and death of his subordinates, and fight hard with my Moro, but it's not wise." ”

Xing Lun was shocked when he heard this, this Qin Gu's words are heart-wrenching, persuasion is false, provocation is true, a simple single sentence is a blow to the morale of Jin Yun's entire army, and the scheming is very vicious, very terrifying.

couldn't help but sweep his gaze to the left and right, but he saw that these brothers of life and death were all glaring at Qin Gu with cold eyes.

Obviously, Qin Gu's provocation did not have the slightest effect on these comrades-in-arms in the Yuanying realm, as for how the soldiers in the city felt after hearing it, it was not something he was thinking about now.

At this moment, the opponent's Yuanying Monk has declared war, and there are only two options below, either to fight, or to open the city defense array and defend with all his might.

Xing Lun suppressed the impulse in his heart and shouted: "Open the defense array!"

"Yes, General!" a general immediately responded.

Qin Gu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said jokingly: "General Xing, I am so afraid of our army, but it will damage the prestige of the first fierce general of Jinyun, why don't we have a gambling fight?"

When Xing Lun heard this, he frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said, "Hmph!~ I don't know what General Qin wants to do."

, scheming is not the style of the famous generals of the Moro generation!"

"Scheming?" The corners of Qin Gu's mouth lifted a hint of sarcasm, and said: "Hehe, I still disdain you Jinyun old man, the old man mentioned the gambling fight, and he is too lazy to break your city defense array, if the criminal general doesn't have the courage to gamble with the old man, then give up." ”

Xing Lun's face was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you betting on?

"General!!"

"Think twice, general!"

"General!"

“......”

Seeing that Xing Lun was excited, the generals were a little impulsive, and they couldn't help but remind them one after another.

Xing Lun raised his hand to stop everyone's admonition, and then said in a low voice: "Our army is in danger, and we won't be able to resist it for long, and listen to what this old man wants to gamble." ”

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"Our Yuan Infant Monk, plus the old man, there are a total of thirteen people, your Jinyun's soldiers are people, and the old man's Moro army is even more cherished, the old man is unwilling to let the sons and daughters have too many sacrifices, so how about we compare the high-level combat power?" Qin Gu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said jokingly.

Listen, what have you heard, the boss cherishes them, does not want them to sacrifice, but under such an absolute advantage, choose to gamble with the other party, as soon as this statement comes out, the soldiers behind Qin Gu are all hot-blooded, no soldier does not care about his life, but can be cherished by the boss, it can be said that he has the heart to go to the soup and fight the fire.

Xing Lun saw that the Moro Army was because of Qin Gu's words, and his morale suddenly became high, and he couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart, this Qin Gu is worthy of a generation of famous generals, this boost morale, and the trick of buying people's hearts is really powerful.

"Hmph! You also know that you are thirteen Yuan Infants, what is this kind of unfair gambling fight, what is the comparison!" Xing Lun's fists were clenched, and he really felt ashamed, but at this time, he still reported a glimmer of hope, if there was fairness at all, this gambling fight was not impossible, after all, compared to the disparity in strength between the two armies, this could already minimize the loss.

Qin Gu smiled and said, "One-on-one, the winner stays, and the loser dies!" The fluttering words were like sharp arrows, piercing the body and mind of every Jinyun Yuan Infant Cultivator.

Xing Lun was silent, he didn't dare to agree to such a gamble, the other party wanted to use a wheel battle to destroy all their masters, as soon as they died, Jin Yun would have no power to fight back, and he would be completely defeated.

But if you don't agree to gamble and fight, will you really be able to resist the offensive of so many Yuanying monks? If you don't fight alone, can you win a group battle? Even if you rely on the big city defense array, you can resist for a while, and when that big array breaks, you still have to fight in a group.

You can't win heads-up, and you can't win group battles, this is the current dilemma.

The people around him also understood this truth.

Just when Xing Lun couldn't make up his mind, there were generals around him grinning and said: "General, we are not greedy for life, you don't have to think about life and death for us, early death and late death are death, and the last general will disdain to live for a few more moments." ”

"Yes, General, bet with that old horseman! The last general is willing to take the lead! Kill him one by one!"

"General, bet! We may not lose! I look at the other party's volley ten

Of the two, only one of them is a late-stage cultivator, and the later stage will be handed over to me!"

"The last general will cover the other two mid-term!

“......”

Looking at the faces that looked at death as if they were at home, Xing Lun's eyes were also a little red.

He nodded and said, "Okay!!"

The passionate distribution of everyone ignored one person, and that was Qin Gu on the chariot!

How to deal with this half-step god, and who can deal with it, no one has thought about it.

"Raise the strength of the city defense array to the limit, all Jindan monks, preside over the big array with all their might, and those who slack off will be killed!" The words fell, and Xing Lun shot out first, and the majestic spiritual power bloomed.

And the five Yuanying monks behind him, a strong spiritual power also burst out at this time, and followed their boss into the air.

In addition to the hundred zhang of the Moro Yuanying Monk, several people also stood in the air.

"Come on, let me be a soldier of Jinyun and learn the strength of the Moro master!" Xing Lun was fierce and yelled.

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Xiao Mu has a heavy cold, the update is a little slow, and the relatives have a lot of forbearance (??) っ

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