"Poof!"

The spear didn't make the tearing sound that pierced the page, but only lifted the page high and stopped halfway through.

The fierce general looked up, sighed lightly, and said:

"Your trick is still a little interesting, you actually know how to use the power of potential, or good, you can finally let me have a good fight!"

He slammed the spear back, shook it into a wheel of light that exuded bursts of nothingness, and kept bursting out spiral cones of air, rushing in all directions.

With that shot just now, he had insight into the mystery of the printing method of the page of the book Ten Thousand to One.

As soon as the pages were formed, they were connected to each other by the lines they saw, and when they moved a page, they moved a thousand pages, and they moved the whole body, and with a single shot, they stirred not only one page, but all the pages left.

As for these pages, the inner Xuanhua is shaking, as if there is the power of the heavens and the earth, and there is a full chapter of the economy.

A page is cast in the heart, set the wisdom of the ages on it, the empty inscription, the essence of the sun and the moon of heaven and earth, the gold knot embroidery, the line of hard words and empty text, invisibly hooked the breath of nothingness, all the strength should be resolved, the power of the spear, the potential can not be pierced.

Once again, the spiral air hammer soared into the sky, touching these pages, but it was like a dragon swimming in shallow water, and a tiger falling in Pingyang, all of which dissipated into the void and disappeared with the wind.

The spear was struck by surprise, and a rage sprouted between his eyebrows, the spear was bundled between his hands, inserted into the ground, and his arms stretched out, and with a twist of his strength, the spear was like a strong spinning top, drilling down, and piercing into the ground for more than a kilometer.

Then he lifted his foot and stepped on the ground, and then the ground seemed to be grasped by a great force, and began to spin in the direction of the spear's twist, and in an instant the mountains shook, the rocks cracked, and the earth was torn apart, forming a spiral of cracks.

Wan Guiyi really didn't expect this fierce general to have such a means, he lost his balance and fell backwards, and at the moment when he was about to fall, a whirlwind composed of gravel and sand suddenly rose from the ground, bringing him up and blowing him into the air.

His pages could no longer be controlled, and they were caught in the whirlwind, whirling endlessly with the whirlwind.

The spear of the spear commander will pull up a tornado directly from the ground, and he himself will pull the spear directly out of the ground and insert it into the tornado.

As the spear pierced, the rubble of the pages gradually rushed towards the spearhead, and the strong wind on the spear gradually crumbled into foam and drifted out.

At this point, his gun is like a meat grinder, and anything that comes inside the tornado will be completely crushed by it.

The power of the spear is like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, sweeping everything, sweeping the eight wildernesses.

Wan Guiyi, who was in it, also felt this might, and his body couldn't stop spiraling, and he was swept by the wind and slowly flew towards the head of the gun, as if there was an irresistible force in the tornado grabbing him and sending him to the head of the gun.

He knew that it was a matter of life and death, and as long as he couldn't resist the suction, what awaited him would be like those broken stone pages and a cloud of dust.

With a long sigh, Wan Guiyi saw those broken pages, and felt a little melancholy.

I vaguely remember that I had big ambitions and empty eyes, I thought I was a genius, and I didn't take anyone in my eyes, even my senior brother, Lin Siyuan, who was famous back then, didn't take it seriously, I just thought that the first day of Xuanwu Kingdom belonged to me.

But now it seems that he is still too bad, and under the hands of this general, he really can't even accept the other party's serious moves.

What a shame!

The so-called first day of the world, the brightest rising star of the academy in the future, and the first target of the Immortal Sect's recruitment, can't even beat an imitation of the Flame Army, and I'm afraid that people will laugh out of their big teeth if they say it.

But it is true, he has no better way now, after the treasure book is torn, it can no longer be gathered, and after the pages are broken, only messy lines remain.

The lines are all messed up, how can the heart not be messed up.

Looking at the spear head that was only a few feet away from him, Wan Guiyi closed his eyes and plunged his consciousness into the darkness, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, but what no one knew was that his heart was beating faster than before.

A voice was growing in the darkness of the world, growing in strength until it filled his entire mind.

"All to one, it's better if you die like this!"

"Ten thousand to one, you are a bad seed, you were bullied when you were a child, and when you grow up, you think you can dominate the world with a little ability, but in fact, you are just a bigger ant, or you are killed by someone at will, and you are killed by an iron man here!"

"Ten thousand to one, do you think your future will be infinitely bright, trampling everyone under your feet? Don't dream, you can't even pass a small refining conference, and you still want to become the number one in the Xuanwu Kingdom and the chief disciple of the Pure Purification Sect, it's really laughing to death!"

"Ten thousand to one, if I were you, I would have been killed head-on! You are really a shame for the Wanjia, a sorrow for the academy, and the most incompetent representative of the Xuanwu Kingdom!"

......

These voices one after another, one after another, like thunder, never stopped, like chanting scriptures, the sound became louder and more irritating, making his whole person like a powder keg full of explosives, ready to explode at any moment.

The spear general sneered, spat a mouthful, and said:

"The students who came out of your academy are all so fragile, and they are also said to be on some battlefield to fight barbarians, it is better to be honestly killed by me with one shot, go back and study your set of knowledge on paper, when you are a student, you have to be a good student, there is a woman, what to learn to fight, it's ridiculous!"

With that, the spear spun again, stretched a large length, and in an instant it was already an inch in front of Wanguiyi's head, and it only took one more force to pierce his iron man.

It's just that when the gun arrives here, it completely stagnates, and it can no longer advance a bit.

The spear stared at him sharply, looked up again, and his brow tightened, and he added another point of strength to his hand.

Wan Guiyi in front of him was completely different from just now, it seemed to be a different person, I saw that his face was hideous, his eyes were protruding, they were covered with bloodshots, his whole body was bulging, and there was a trace of cyan light flowing from his body, and one hand firmly grasped the head of the spear, so that it could not take a step forward.

The spear general did not hesitate, and the handle of the gun in his hand rotated again, trying to shake off the ten thousand to one.

But Wan Guiyi seemed to have an iron heart, his two hands and his body, his whole body was attached to the body of the gun, his feet fell down, and he forcibly pulled the spear to a distance of equal height.

"Huh?"

The spear general finally felt that something was wrong, and the spear in his hand seemed to be out of his control, and he could no longer turn it, but he was still as calm as just now, and the green light on his body spread out, extending along the spear, until he wrapped it into a zongzi.

Then the spear exerted another force, and he used the force of rotation to probe forward.

This time, Wan Guiyi finally failed to hold on, and was squeezed back by the strong pressure, but there was a terrifying power constantly growing in him, so that this oppressive force could not completely crush him.

In this way, he also fell into anxiety.

The children of the Xuanwu Kingdom are all fighting, whether they are for themselves, or for the family, or for that her, they always have their own perseverance, and they belong to the most important attachment that needs to be guarded.

This invisible courage supports them even in the face of an enemy several times stronger than themselves, they do not give up easily, but choose to resist, stubbornly resist, and do not flinch until they are defeated.

Their spirit rekindled the fire that was still extinguished in the hearts of those who were watching, and brought back the hope that had been extinguished in despair.

People's faces are no longer frustrated, no longer confused, but have a trace of trust, a trace of expectation.

Unfortunately, their rising expectations were immediately extinguished by a sudden blow.

Yan Fagao and Zhu Rui, who were not far away, also sensed the persistence of the Xuanwu Kingdom disciples, and suddenly made a move, causing everyone to gasp.

They were originally dealing with two fierce generals, but these two suddenly approached each other, and then formed a formation of attacking and defending, and then rushed into the battle arena where Ji Liangjun was with the four fierce generals on the opposite side.

Ji Liangjun didn't notice it for a while, and was affected by the aftermath of the impact, his body flew far away, the lines on his body could no longer hold on, and the marks on the body of the turtle snake were only some stumps, and he could no longer fight.

Next, the two of them took a few fierce generals to the place where Deng Haoran was wrapped by the Hualien hammer seal method, which hit the man who was still struggling to hold on, and the lizard seal method became a bald snake seal method, and the lines of the four legs were all scrapped, and he himself sat on the ground motionless as if he had lost his soul.

In the end, it was the turn of Wan Guiyi, he himself was firmly trapped, coupled with the power of the spear, there was no longer any superfluous means, and he was disturbed by the sudden impact, and flew out upside down, fell to the ground, and failed to get up.

The only three people left have not even stood until now, let alone fought back.

In the end, the only thing that awaits them is destruction.

When some people saw this, they couldn't hold back anymore and knelt on the ground.

Some people even cried directly.

Others, who hugged the people next to them, their eyes were red, and their eyes were full of tears, which flowed down their cheeks.

When all persistence is ruthlessly swept away, all that remains is despair that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"It's over, it's completely over, there is no more peerless figure in our generation of Xuanwu Kingdom who can take the lead!"

"What are we going to do when the barbarians invade? Are we just sticking out our necks and letting them cut them down?"

"We ...... There is no future, only darkness!"

......

The scene fell into extreme silence, the air seemed to freeze, and only the occasional low crying and choking sound lingered around, as if recording a wordless mourning.

Zhong Danran also sighed, and the steps he was about to take just now were also retracted, and he walked back.

He was already disappointed in these Xuanwu Kingdom disciples, and this disappointment was different from the past, but with a kind of desolation.

The reason why refining weapons was so difficult this time was that in addition to the fact that he deliberately adjusted the difficulty, it also meant to deal with future battles.

Now it seems that they can't bear the burden at all, which also means that the future of the Xuanwu Kingdom can't afford to meet the burden of invasion.

As a result, the Xuanwu Kingdom will be destroyed without accident.

"If we perish, where should we go in the Immortal Refining Pavilion!"

Zhong Danran was silent, full of sorrow, only a long sigh was left here, full of helplessness and desolation.

At this moment, a weak but clear voice sounded throughout the venue:

"Well, we look like we're going to win!"

"What! What did you say?"

A disciple next to the speaker was full of pain and had nowhere to vent, but suddenly when he heard this, he seemed to have been fished out of the water again, and hurriedly asked suspiciously.

"I mean, we're going to win, our hero has already entered the enemy's stronghold, and he's got that general in his hands, and it only takes a moment to crush it completely, and then we should win!"

The speaker said to himself, his eyes still on the battlefield, pointing to a place with his finger, and said excitedly, he didn't notice that there were countless doubts and puzzles on his body.

Everyone hurriedly looked at the place he pointed, where there were countless iron men, but there was an iron man who was far taller than all the iron men around, standing in the camp where the local base camp was located, holding the head of an iron man in his hand, and pinching it hard, as if pinching a walnut.