The battle soul of the world, the ultimate power can fight against the mysterious weapon, and in the duel, any divine soldier will become an ordinary white blade that is hard and indestructible.

Its various powers can only be realized by the war spirit.

Zhezi expected that as a military general, the ability to transform the battle soul was not strong, otherwise he would be able to transform such a large steel dragon in himself, but he was afraid that he could really become an invincible fighting machine, and the master of the battle soul transformation was particularly disgusted with wearing chain mail, because there is no chain mail in this world that can change according to the body type, but it is a brocade cloth woven with special chong silk, which can remain in its original state and not be broken after the transformation of the war spirit.

Tetsuko is now dressed in brocade, with an angry and corrupt body, incarnated as a fake scholar, and finally walked slowly and methodically in a hundred steps, not long or short, and arrived within a foot of the prison worship, such a close distance also looks like an offense, but the prison does not care, he feels that it is close, and it is easier to cut the opponent by attacking the dragon's teeth.

The wind and snow surrounded them, forming a small duel arena with a radius of five feet, isolating the others. Somehow, when the snow fell in the sky, the thousands of infantry besieging the prison all breathed a sigh of relief, apparently glad that they didn't have to face this terrifying humanoid meat grinder directly. In the wind and snow circle, Bai Prison and Tetsuko clasped their fists and saluted each other.

Although the etiquette of the samurai is not a mandatory rule of heaven, as a military general or scribe with status, the minimum decency and hypocrisy must be carefully maintained, otherwise he will be scolded to death by the world's rotten Confucianism.

"Newgret Tetsuko, who is Your Excellency?" Tetsuko first reported his affiliation, and his surname can explain his origin, after all, his family is not the ordinary Zhang Wang Li Zhao.

"Golden Knife Gate, Hell. The bald young man's voice made Tetsuko's pupils shrink sharply, and at that moment, Tetsuko's eyes flashed with jealousy and greed, he didn't expect that he could lead a group of demons to pretend to be righteous people to engage in the "Northern Expedition", which was actually a real righteous path.

"How can the people of the Golden Dao Gate be with the Demon Dao?" Tetsuko couldn't help but ask, as a so-called "Great Confucian" who prides himself on winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away, he thinks that he can completely control the situation at any time, and in all the battles before today, and even in all the battles before the Xuande Gate was broken, his "self-righteousness" is highly consistent with the facts, and it can be said that he is ahead of the enemy step by step, but now, the military situation has appeared twice in a row , which is an unbearable fault for the rotten Confucianism who leads the troops to fight.

What's more, even if you think about it differently, you wouldn't expect that a disciple of the Golden Dao Sect would appear in Pershing City with a holy weapon, could it be ?......

Thinking of some dark and terrible tricks, Zhezi was in a cold sweat, and there was no luck in his heart, and he even faintly had the determination to die. He mistakenly thought that the prison worship of the Golden Daomen was ordered by the master of the gate, Yang Wuving, to silently lurk in the noisy demonic road, and to assassinate the emperor of Jianzhou under the cover of gathering a crowd to revolt in response to the Northern Expedition. At this time, he ignored a very important fact that no assassin would carry a holy weapon to the door, because the assassins never thought about dealing with large armies, and their target was usually only one person, since it was one person, how could they use extremely expensive but useless divine weapons in a duel?

At this time, he didn't realize that his heart was in turmoil.

"In this case, we will each be our own master, and I will not say anything about persuasion, and you must also have the will to die. Tetsuko's face was pale, his body lit up with an emerald golden light, and pieces of ice scale armor quickly condensed on his head and face, and the hands in the big sleeves of his robe had turned into the bloody mouths of a pair of poisonous monitor lizards.

The green viscous venom dripped from the mouths sticking out of the cuffs, and a pus-like dark green color appeared on the ground, which showed that it was able to corrode and assimilate the land into green pus, and it was a chronic poison.

It's been so long since the magic turned into water, and the samurai, especially the fighters who use poison, have finally developed a life poison that can be integrated into the battle spirit.

This kind of means is not willing to be used by Zhezi, because the consumption is very large, and it is against the way of the boxer fighter, but he thinks that since the master disciple of the Golden Dao Gate in front of him is determined to assassinate the emperor with the determination to die, then, even if he Zhezi uses no matter how vicious and extraordinary means are, he is also a loyal minister with meritorious service, and in the eyes of Confucianism, he is also a great hero, and no one will care about his methods.

Even these immoral tactics can be described by his comrades as some kind of difficult choice when it comes to righteousness.

Seeing that he had even taken out the poison, he couldn't help but look solemn, and the giant holy weapon in his hand was horizontal in front of him, putting on a battle posture, but he still remembered some of the rules of duels between samurai, and knew that he would make a rash move at this time, but he was afraid that he would be underestimated in the future, so he said in a deep voice: "Although each is his master, I am finally for the sake of the world's righteousness, to seek justice for the poor and weak, what about you?

"The emperor is kind to me. Zhezi was pious and loud: "Living up to the emperor's grace is the duty of being a minister, right?"

"Thunder and rain and dew, are they all Jun'en? What a slave! What a slave's world!"

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