Ji Hong was killed, causing a rift in the forward of the Shentang Army.

The hundred-foot sword tower was like a sharp sword, piercing into the Shentang military array.

Fierce and peerless, there is no way forward, and where it passes, the river of blood is turbulent.

The soldiers of the temple retreated in panic like a tide, and they continued to exclaim.

"This ...... What a war monster this is?"

"Manpower and ...... How can you stop it?"

In the Shenxiao Army, a gold-armored general laughed loudly: "Sons, shoulder to shoulder! Defeat the enemy army, fight all the way to Sanchuan County, and rob money and girls!"

He is Long Aotian's third brother Long Hui, who is in his thirties, but because of good maintenance, he looks like he is only in his early twenties.

This person has a clear appearance and elegant eyebrows and eyes, but he always looks like a thief with eyebrows and rat eyes, which is annoying.

In the Huacang Rebellion, several of Long Aotian's brothers were killed by him, only Long Hui was dissolved by Long Zhanye because of his great mistake, and he lost his threat to Long Aotian and survived.

Long Hui saw that Long Aotian asked him to fight in the front, he thought that his subordinates were being used as cannon fodder, and he was unhappy, but now when he saw that the situation was favorable to his side, he couldn't help but be happy and shouted loudly.

In the hundred-foot sword tower, the Qingying real person also raised his voice and said, "Yes, this array cannot be stopped by manpower. Divine hall thieves, this battle has no chance of winning. ”

At this moment, there was a broken drink, like thunder on the ground.

"Manpower can't stop it, so what about the destiny?"

Su Mengzhen was holding a red sleeve knife, his green clothes were sassy, Ling Feng stood proudly, and there were two balls of lightning in his eyes.

"The hundred-foot sword tower, the prestige has moved the world for 4,000 years, and it is by no means a wasted name. Su Mengzhen said calmly: "But no matter how powerful the formation is, it can't withstand the destiny of heaven." ”

As he spoke, Su Mengzhen had already led a team of sharp soldiers, like a gable, facing the hundred-foot sword tower to block it.

All of them are halberd soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding steel halberds.

Towering, immovable as a mountain.

Previously, it was this Euphorbia that blocked the robbery camp of the elite of the Three Rivers, causing heavy losses to the Three Rivers Army.

The sound of the explosion of anger returned.

Bai Junlang did not hold a weapon, and his palms fanned out the rolling thunder.

A huge fish-shaped phantom roared by, accompanied by the sound of rolling waves, as if it was stirring from the other side of time and space.

This fish shadow is like an angry shark chopping waves, but above its forehead, there is a golden king character, revealing an incomparable majesty.

An ancient wild shark that feeds on the Split Sea Dragon Whale - the sea tiger.

The mighty Sea Tiger bone inscription has reappeared.

Behind Bai Junlang, there is a team of hook and sickle infantry, and the moves and rules are all like sharks walking in the sea, which is in line with the artistic conception of Bai Junlang's palm.

The Euphorbia and the Hook Scythe attacked from both sides, blocking the fierce impact of the hundred-foot sword tower in an instant!

The Three Rivers Army and the Shenxiao Army, which were following behind, changed color.

I thought that I was invincible, and everyone was invincible, but I was blocked.

Su Meng's pillow clothes swayed, and he looked up to the sky and said: "The destiny of heaven is difficult to violate, and the fortune of the earth is difficult to turn! Everyone, open your eyes!"

A light soldier galloped out from the flank and stabbed straight at the Longhui Department behind.

The leader of the troops is Su Mengzhen's other adopted son, Su Can's brother Su Guang.

His original task was to guard Anxiang City, but now he has also been transferred, which shows that in order to win this battle, Su Mengzhen can be said to have done his best.

Although Su Guangbu was all foot soldiers, they were all samurai who were good at speed, and the attack was extremely fierce, which made the Longhui Department suffer in an instant.

Long Hui's family background was limited, and he didn't want to fight hard with Su Guang, so he immediately retreated, and the soldiers also retreated.

Su Mengzhen's eyes flickered.

Wu Feng and Xue Xiyan combined their swords and swept like a whirlwind!

Wu Feng was wearing a bright red robe, like a fire, and Xue Xiyan was also wearing a red dress, wearing a red gold and ruby pendant, and a slight touch of rouge on his lips, which was so gorgeous that it was terrifying.

The two of them led a team of elite swordsmen, with strong swordsmanship, and their swords were like a storm.

This force also cut off the following Sanhe Army from the 100-foot Sword Tower, and in an instant, the three strong troops formed an encirclement of the 100-foot Sword Tower!

This is the method that Su Mengzhen came up with to break the formation.

Lure the enemy deep, encircle the hundred-foot sword tower from three directions, with special troops, gather masters, and carry out all-round strikes.

This must bear the risk of allowing the enemy to scuttle through the Chinese army.

But Long Aotian's use of the Three Rivers Army and the Long Hui Department as cannon fodder is really not the right decision. Faced with this situation, whether it is the Sanhe people who have a lot of resentment against Shenxiao, or Long Hui, who is dissatisfied with his younger brother Long Aotian, they will not do their best to rescue.

Su Mengzhen had carefully studied the jade talisman provided by Yun Hailan and that experience, and found out the weaknesses of the hundred-foot sword tower.

Xuezhai Zen Master combined the power of the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon to complete the formation.

But the three exercises cannot be perfectly integrated. The sword tower is on three sides, and it can be split and attacked.

Whether it is the halberd group, the hook and sickle group, the swordsman group, the formation used, and the drill are all designed to deal with the hundred-foot sword tower.

Zen Master Xuezhai drank clearly, and a sip of the treasure wheel shone brightly, as if the sun was in the sky.

The white army waves bloomed with spring thunder, the sea tiger roared, and the treasure wheel was split into powder with one palm!

The three teams of warriors are all looking at this majestic hundred-foot sword tower.

The operation of the breath and the change of the Yuan Force are all flowing under their eyes.

Halberd cross, gun hook, sword lift.

Like thousands of horses galloping, wind and rain, landslides and tsunamis, and thousands of thunderstorms.

The confrontation between the formation force and the formation breaker may be complicated.

But the actual breaking of the formation only takes a moment.

The array was hollow, but it was like a solid thing, making a sound like it was shattering inside.

The orderly array of flying swords trembled as if frightened.

It is just like pushing the gold mountain and pouring the jade pillar.

The huge sword tower collapsed with a bang. There are thirty-six people in the formation, each of them flying!

The ferocious wave of qi swept them out in all directions.

A dense rain of arrows shot into the sky, accompanied by a burst of screams.

One after another monks were shot by arrows, fatally wounded, and fell bloodily.

Wu Feng and Xue Xiyan looked at each other, each showing a scheming look, the two of them cooperated extremely exquisitely, the sword and sword combined, like a starry electric lift, one after another cut down the three Taoist priests who were about to fly into the air, and blood flowed everywhere.

"Look, this is the power of heaven! The formation that cannot be broken by manpower cannot resist the majesty of the mandate of heaven! The military strength of my shrine already carries the mandate of heaven!"

Su Meng's pillow shook the sky and said resolutely.

Boost morale, some degrade the enemy and lift themselves, and some raise the enemy to lift themselves. The purpose of raising the enemy is to show that one's own side is superior.

If your own side is unfavorable, you will degrade the enemy and increase the confidence of the soldiers to reverse the defeat.

If you gain momentum, you will raise the enemy and destroy the glory of the tiger!

Su Meng's pillow pupils were full of light, and the red sleeve knife was shocking, and he rose into the air, directly taking the jaw-dropping Qingming real person.

Qing Ming Zhenren is also a true powerhouse.

The gap between his strength and Su Mengzhen is not very large.

But Su Mengzhen is just a knife.

It's like slaying a dragon.

The sword light was blood-colored, and then the blood color spread out, gushing all over the sky.

The soldier's affection is the main speed, taking advantage of the people's time, and attacking it from the way of danger.

This is true of the art of war, and so is the art of combat.

Su Mengzhen's knife, the sword light emanated outward from the abdomen of the Qingming real person.

If Qing Ming Zhenren reacts quickly enough, he can instantly refine and destroy the sword rays that have infiltrated his body.

But the hundred-foot sword tower was broken in an instant, which already frightened him.

I was frightened, so I was frightened, so I was caught off guard.

Su Mengzhen indifferently watched Qing Mingzhen's body fall apart, and grabbed the bloody head that fell from a high altitude.

His palms were not stained with blood.

"This is—God's punishment. ”

He danced wildly all over his body, rolling up the wind.

In his eyes, there is the breath of heaven, as if he has become the spokesman of God.

The priests of the temple shouted in unison, like a tsunami in the mountains!

The white army stepped on the sky, like a raging wave, and went straight to King Li Yanhong.

His Holiness Li Yanhong was already frightened, and he launched two disciples as shields, turned into blood-colored light, and shot away.

The people in the demon path act selfishly and ruthlessly, and in order to save their lives, they are just disciples, like grass mustard.

In the unwilling exclamations of the two disciples, Bai Junlang came out with both palms, and the two exploded violently, turning into a sky of blood and flying blood.

"Shentang Su Youguang is here, why don't you spare your life!"

The waves of the white army roared in the sky, and the sound shook the nine fields.

The non-commissioned officers of the coalition army trembled one after another, and their faces were as pale as dirt!

The destruction of the hundred-foot sword tower really had a great psychological shock to them.

And Bai Junlang, the number one master of the Divine Hall, has also been strengthened to the point that his deterrence has been strengthened beyond measure.

But at this moment, a "Amitabha" sounded.

"Su Youguang's benefactor, when the old man comes to fight you, what is it?"