Those flames looked like flying swords with fire-breathing tails, and they rushed into the sky with a strange cry that tore through their eardrums, and the spiritual power of Silver Dust was perfectly linked to these golden flying swords, even if they had already flown out of his domain, they could be clearly perceived and controlled. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Silver Dust's face turned pale, he had never imagined that a single soldier entity weapon in the atmosphere could have such a terrifying speed - it was a steady Mach 4.5!

The golden flying swords like flying locusts rushed into the air, flew out of the atmosphere, and then turned around 170 degrees, almost vertically from tens of thousands of meters in the air, they fell at an astonishing speed of Mach 5, and at the same time flashed a golden magic array, when the blink of an eye passed, these flying swords came to a height of a thousand meters above the head of the ironclad soldier, and suddenly bloomed into a huge magic array with a diameter of at least ten meters.

The whistling sound of the rocket launch startled many people with good ears, the sound of shouting and cheering, the sound of fists and feet, and even the screams of the girls before they died, all of them stopped abruptly, and the people in the small open space of the Duhu Mansion listened attentively to understand what kind of sharp sound it was, but before they could figure it out, they suddenly found that the bright sunlight was gone.

Overhead, there was no longer a clear blue sky, but countless golden magic circles, a huge lightsaber with a diameter of 4 meters pierced down from the center of the magic array, engulfing the soldiers of the Eight Banners with extreme accuracy, exploding, just a second after the lightsaber rushed into the ground, it sounded continuously, and in the loud bang, the golden flames rose from around the lightsaber, spreading out to engulf all the people who stood on the side of Jianzhou Nu'er, and the screams that were scorched by the flames replaced the screams of the girls who were humiliated, and came from all directions even louder.

That was a judgment, that was a divine punishment, and that would definitely not let any of the people of Blood Sun City, or any person born and raised on the Wind Source Continent, be slaughtered.

And yet it was a massacre, a massacre like a slaughter. The horror of the annihilation of the race, the despair of no escape, has been played out tirelessly over and over again in the history of Gabroyle's interstellar civilization, like an inextricable fate. Magicians, also known as exterminators by those who hate them, control the sky, and even some of them master the earth, darkness and time, and they are accustomed to facing thousands of troops, whether they are two or five comrades around them, and the bodies that fall in front of them are always measured in millions.

They are not proficient in torture, they don't even disdain to humiliate their opponents, they rely on distance and agility in one-on-one battles to be invincible, but they don't have any earth-shattering means to kill the enemy, but when they face the army, the mob faces the unconscious cruelty of the crazy and deranged group, they always stand up and create cruelty and terror that shocks the world with a wave of their hand.

"No, it's not enough!" the silver-colored young man said softly, and the clear and bright silver pupils were already filled with the final blizzard. His mana exploded like never before, and the bazooka on his shoulder didn't even need to cool the barrel, and only a second later it let out a sharp roar again.

Bump Bump Bump!

At this moment, near noon, in the bright sunshine, the silver dust in the small clearing in front of the Togo Mansion was at least a mile away, and it was very easy to find it by the frightened crowd.

The crowd was completely confused.

Around the 300 old men of the Elders' Association, there is not even a shadow of half of the Jianzhou slaves, the silver dust has just shot down a salvo, and the 3,000 soldiers have been killed, and the elite army of the Jianzhou Zhenghuang Banner can still break the enemy in the face of the 10,000 bloated and decadent army in the south, and tens of thousands of troops can still hold on, but they don't even have a trick of the legendary mage.

300 old people in addition to fighting each other a little bit of injury, just by the explosion of the smoke and dust poured on the face, the earth-shattering upheaval has made them forget the previous fight, seeing the 3000 soldiers under that divine punishment turned into dust, these old and superstitious guys, immediately found the most critical point in the whole incident.

"Jianzhou slaves are going to be finished!" This is the unanimous idea of all the members of the Elder Brotherhood, including Lu Feilong, at this moment, their thoughts are highly unified, their hearts are unprecedentedly united, and their decisions are completely consistent, that is, they are falling into the well.

They won't really forget the girls who are still struggling and wailing on the wooden shelf, they won't really forget that the daughters in the family were scourged and killed, and those subordinates in the clan who were attached to them also died tragically in the previous release ceremony, they won't really be able to swallow their anger and bend their stiff knees to be completely loyal to the slaves of Jianzhou, at least those reserved "centrists" and the "southern" old men who secretly retain a trace of backbone will not let go of any opportunity to turn the tables.

"Don't panic, everyone! This is a divine punishment from God! Heaven destroys Jianzhou! As long as we fight bravely to kill the enemy, we will be fine!" Just three breaths after the pillar of light fell and the screams rang out, a member of the "Southern Faction" Elders' Association suddenly shouted in the loudest voice in his life, his voice was so insignificant in the miserable howls of the Jianzhou slaves, but it was enough for the three hundred people of the Elders' Association to hear it clearly. Before his words fell, someone in the "Southern Faction" responded.

"Don't panic, everyone! Come! Formation! Hurry up!" the voices of the other old men rang out. Immediately followed by the Sancai Array, the Four Elephant Array, the Five Elements Array, the Liuhe Array, the Seven Seas, the Eight Desolations, the Nine Palaces Kill, the Ten Ambushes, and the Thirteen Luo Ye ...... One old man after another joined the army presided over by that person, and the size and power of the army became larger and larger, and finally, except for Lu Feilong, all the remaining 299 people joined the army.

Such a military momentum is enough to crush Nalan Dieluo's 46-man guard. The 299 old people in Blood Yang City are all people who are not very talented, and the improvement of the divine skill realm is quite slow, they are hopeless in this life, and even many people have become a luxury in the realm of transformation of qi when they are young, but with the increase of age, the wealth of experience, and the hard cultivation of a jiazi, these old monsters with white hair, all of them have a terrible realm in the middle stage of transformation of qi, and even more than half of them are more than ten levels of transformation of qi, the transformation of qi realm of these people is really refining the vitality to the transformation realm, relying on sixty or even seventy years of water grinding kung fu to boil out, compared to the Nalan 46 guards who are also in the realm of transformation of qi, it is definitely only strong and not weakwithout the slightest ambiguity.

299 against 46 people, as long as the commander does not make mistakes, the victory is secure.

"Everyone, are you ready?" In the roar of the falling lightsaber, in the screams of the slaves in Jianzhou, the elder brother will be "southern faction" The leader of the ghost slashing roared, so that the old people who were united as never before at the moment could hear his orders clearly, the military situation is completely different from the duel, the number of people, the degree of integration of divine skills, the speed of changing formations, and the subtle differences in the technical level of the speed of rushing have become decisive factors, and cultivation is not very important, it can only be regarded as an auxiliary influencing factor, in this way, the commander of a military situation must be proficient in the command of the military situation and the change of formation, and be proficient in the method of improving morale, and must have an overall concept, and its requirements are far stricter than the cultivation of a profound divine skill, so the responsibility on the shoulders of the ghost slaying at this moment is much heavier than that of others。

However, this kind of pressure was ignored by the ghost slayer, because when he was young, he was a standard commander of the southern country, and he was a patriotic general who really fought with the northerners in Tongguan until the blood flowed, but the rotten physique of the southern country could not tolerate him, and after the disastrous victory thirty years ago, he did not get any reward, and he was disarmed and returned to the field in a fit of anger.

Today, the opportunity came again, and the opportunity that he thought was hopeless in his life came to him again. The enemy in front of him is the Jianzhou slave he dreamed of killing, the Jianzhou slave who whipped the corpse in public and humiliated his brothers and comrades-in-arms on the battlefield of Tongguan, and the Jianzhou slave who killed his two brothers, two sons and two grandchildren. And at this moment, there is no longer a stunned and incompetent general who presses the adult on his head, and there is no longer a boss who is greedy for life and afraid of death and is bent on seeking peace to restrain him, and the ghost slaying Lie who crawled out of the pile of dead people several times ago thirty years ago can't wait to turn into Shura at this moment, and pounce straight up and bite off Nalan Dieluo's head!

He won't forget that his granddaughter died tragically at the hands of these beasts just now!

"Ready!" 298 voices converged, and the wave was so great that it could compare to the sharp sound that roared in the sky. When Ghost Slayer heard such an answer, a tragic and heroic feeling rose in his heart, and the corners of his eyes that had been dry for decades couldn't help but be a little moist. He knew that among the old vegetable gangs with gray hair behind him, there were not one or two who had the same experience as himself!

"Ready, then rush!" Under the order of the ghost slasher, the army of 299 people roared, and the speed was actually faster than ordinary people running! These old people who had worked hard to the state of turning into qi had already refined the magic book in their hands to an extremely mellow state, and they didn't even need to refresh their spirits and gather energy, as long as the action arrived, the vitality naturally flowed, and the Gangfeng of the 299 people resonated violently, and immediately produced a huge tornado, which directly knocked out Lu Feilong, who was in the way in front of him.

The wind resonated, the military momentum was completed, and 299 people rushed over in unison in the sound of the command to kill the ghosts, and it was simply the momentum of the three standard cavalry that ran out with the infantry of the three targets. The huge roaring wind whirled and let out a low roar, which was particularly abrupt in the background of the screams of the "missiles" and the screams of the disabled, and such a sound also woke Nalan Diluo from his stupor.

"Formation! Breakthrough!" Seeing the 300 Qi Transformation Masters rushing towards him with great momentum, Nalan Dieluo couldn't think too much nonsense, and hurriedly screamed, his innocent childlike voice was full of real fear, just as he faced the bullying of many noble brothers when he was a child, he had cultivated an instinct from a life of humiliation and slavery, almost the instinct of a beast. He instinctively recognized the danger, instinctively knew how to avoid it. His brain, his heart, his voice, and his vitality were all driven by this instinct at the moment to make the most correct decision.

The 46-man Praetorian Guards raised the leather shields they carried, ready to resist the impact, and they also pulled out the standard long swords unique to the slaves of Jianzhou, and a black gang wind rose all over their bodies, resonating with each other, gathering into another thick black gang wind, and the gang wind gathered by the elders of the elder church confronted each other in the distance.

"Arrow Tower! Hurry up and release the arrows!Stop them!" Nalan Dieluo's heart was full of fear, and on the surface, he had to force a calm and calm demeanor, he knew that as a commander of the army, once his own fear was manifested and his morale was damaged, then even if he had more than ten times the enemy's troops under his hands, he would scatter in a hurry and collapse.

He instinctively felt that at this time, at this terrifying moment when the lightsaber landed, the fear in the hearts of the Jianzhou slaves had reached a critical point, as long as he himself showed a trace of fear, then the entire armed forces of the Jianzhou slaves in the Blood Sun City would usher in a total collapse.

He held on, and ordered the archers in the attics, rooftops, hillsides, or whatever else around the small clearing, to hurry up and shoot arrows at the menacing army of the Elders, which could not be thwarted without the blessing of the wind, and could only cause some damage and slow them down.

That's all Nalan Diero hopes to achieve,

"Hum!" the bowstring sounded, but the arrows shot were scarce, because of the lightsaber attack just now, the Jianzhou slave soldiers and some buildings around the small clearing had already been bombarded, and there were very few people who survived. Those arrows that were shot by the so-called strong bow were knocked out by the old people of the Qi Transformation Realm with two blows, and they didn't even hurt anyone.

"Prepare the horses!" Nalan Diero shouted the second order before the bowstring sounded, and it was the one that really played a key role. At the moment when his command fell, dozens of sturdy white horses were pulled out of a low, makeshift wooden shed on the north side of the small clearing.

It was originally a black wooden shed, covered with black curtains, held by dozens of soldiers in armor, and at first it was regarded as a temporary prison for death row prisoners by the people of Blood Yang City, but now I realized that this was a temporary stable.

This is the habit of the slaves of Jianzhou, and even the habit of the entire northern army, near the highest military and political headquarters, there must be horses, because the northern army, what is really terrible is not the infantry, but the cavalry.