Who is the head mastiff?

Previously, Tuqi pointed out that the iron-clad gold non-head mastiff was now thought to be a copper head, not because his appearance was more ferocious, but because his breath was straight to the true realm, and he was about to break through the Nirvana level;

But there are more than these that can be used as evidence, knowing that there is a great power hidden in the mad spirit realm, the copper head is still alone in the realm, which is enough to prove his identity.

"It's late!"

Roaring like thunder, the giant mouth of the copper mastiff rushed all the way, and the square space was sealed hundreds of miles away, submerging a corner of the land of wild spirits.

After so many battles after his birth, the bronze mastiff was the only one who set foot on the mad spirit land.

"Head mastiff?"

Jin Hua Daju's expression was calm, just instilling cultivation in the python robe, and constantly urging out one figure after another, from beginning to end, he-excellent-excellent-small-said-more-new-most-fast-www.uuxs.cc-looked at the copper head, giving people the feeling that killing that opponent was his life's mission.

When a judge kills, he must kill.

"Roar!"

There are thousands of battlefield tactics, and thousands of tactics are respected for winning the handsome, and the fists are heavy, not only to kill the head mastiff, but also to prevent the ghost pawns from rescuing and intercepting the three mastiff generals.

Knowing that what he thought was weird, everyone who saw this scene still couldn't help but ask: Is he waiting for death?

A moment later, the sea of unjust souls descended, the copper-headed giant mouth fell, and the beautiful handsome disappeared into the sea of unjust souls in an instant, and there was no trace of them again

"Kill!"

The sword light was gorgeous, and a hundred rays of light converged into a river, strangling a large number of ghost pawns, including the three ghost generals of the robbery realm, in one fell swoop, and after a moment's vacancy, Yan Shan looked back at the violent place, with a slightly worried expression.

"Who's the head mastiff?"

War is not a game that can be repeated, mortal battles, remove the impact of pre-war planning, it is the group rather than the individual who determines the outcome in wartime, but for the world of cultivation, the power of the individual is infinitely amplified, and finding out the main opponent in the war will be directly related to the victory or defeat.

The four mastiffs joined forces to fight the judges, and the surrounding thousands of ghost soldiers were also strangled, unlike the powerful entanglement that was difficult to distinguish the truth from the false, the whole army fought and the people cultivated the upper hand, and they were advancing step by step. If you simply compare the number of people, the four mastiffs have a slight advantage, but the gap in the ghost generals, especially the tactics, is like a moat, which makes them suffer a big loss and suffer heavy losses as soon as they come up.

Eight hundred mad spiritual monks interpret the wind and rain in all directions to the extreme, dividing and combining, and the opponent is confused.

There are fierce ghosts will continue to kill, only one type of magic power will force the opponent in front of him to retreat, is about to pursue, the sword light on both sides behind him is the same, and there are hidden fluctuations to invade the soul, so that it has to go back to defense;

One person strikes one blow, one retreats and one advances, the offensive here has just begun, the support and cover are synchronized there, three times and twice, the ghost general finally finds that his opponent is changing all the time, obviously each of them is weaker than himself, but it is impossible to kill it, and it is even difficult to kill.

"Whew!"

Determined not to pay attention to the behind, the ghost will pounce forward and chase only one person, and suddenly a huge crisis falls from the sky, and it feels like the end of the world is coming.

Raised his head in shock, the bright light was overwhelming, and there were countless magic weapons around him, and there were enemies in all directions, and suddenly a concentrated fire attack.

If you don't die, you have to be seriously injured.

It is worth mentioning that this kind of tactics and human cultivation have other advantages in the implementation, they are all good at long-range attacks, and all the close protection is handed over to the ghost pawns; on the contrary, the ghost generals are fierce, but after all, they are not as rich as the human world in terms of Taoism, and the reason why the Bafang Wind and Rain Array lacked a place to use it in the past is not unrelated.

Around, examples like this abound, the battle process developed extremely fast, the situation on both sides changed faster, and it didn't take long for the ghost generals to become survivors!

How is this possible?!

At the beginning of the confrontation, the two sides hedged, and then it was a mess, the four mastiffs fought and killed fiercely, but the people cultivated there were chaotic and orderly, even if there were unforeseen encounters with heavy killings, there were alternatives, candidates and other various plans waiting; The most obvious difference is that among the 800 cultivators, less than 10% of them retreated due to casualties, and most of them were injured but did not die, and they had returned to the Wild Spirit Land under the cover of the sacrifice of their lives by the ghosts, and they were already cultivating.

After completing the division and strangulation of the ghost general, the mad spirit army's movements did not stop at all, and they immediately counterattacked. Compared with the damage in the melee, the damage was basically the same, and the efficiency of their counterattack was more than ten times higher, and when they looked at the periphery, they only saw a few wild dragons going back and forth, and suddenly there was a huge void in a certain circle.

The same is a ghost pawn, the rate of the beautiful handsome is obviously much stronger than the four mastiffs, fair fighting, one against two, or even three against four;

Even so, the overall victory of the Berserk Spirit Army was unshakable, the wind and rain in all directions were getting denser and denser, and the battlefield of thousands of miles was blooming everywhere, looking like a sieve that was constantly forming and shrinking at the same time.

When it comes to this kind of battle, it can already be declared victory or defeat on the battlefield in the world, but the ghost pawns are ghost pawns in the end, and they know that the result of defeat is usually wandering, and wandering usually becomes a ghost, so although the mad spirit army has the advantage, the four mastiffs are still fierce, defeated but not defeated, and there are even fewer deserters.

Everyone understands that there are only two ways to truly achieve victory, one is to kill them all, and the other is that the two sides will divide the victory and defeat.

"Who's the head mastiff?"

The cultivation is insufficient, the distance is too far, the fog is so strong that it cannot be seen directly, and Yanshan can only see approximately.

He saw that Boss Su's body was withered, and the thirteen bodies were all severely damaged, among which Su was the most severe, and half of his skull was split.

He saw Guan Guan incarnated as Tianxin, drilling in and out of the heavy ink poison sea, trying his best to delay the pace of the black mastiff, and he was in danger.

He saw Yuwei flickering in the air, dragging a red cloud as heavy as a mountain behind her, and her beautiful face was covered with sweat.

He saw the mocking wind shuttling like lightning, and suddenly appeared behind Yuwei, gathered into a dog, and dealt her a fatal blow in the crotch.

He saw Bai Yi get up again, but instead of supporting Mei Shuai, he split two groups of flying ants, one to protect Yuwei's left and right, and the other chased into the ground, pounced on the red mastiff.

He saw the red mastiff tumble and fall, limping and smashing the ground out of a deep pit, and the roar of rage was earth-shattering. The iron-clad gold was hit hard again and again by the palm shadow, and the body of Baizhang was broken and lacked bones, and the fur did not exist, and he escaped a water dog.

But he didn't die!

Yipin was sentenced to eighty-seven palms, nearly half of which was used to attack and kill a mastiff, but he couldn't kill it?!

So, he's the head mastiff?

Turning his gaze back to the Crazy Spirit Land, the copper-headed giant mouth was endless, completely submerging the handsome body and preventing him from killing the iron-clad gold. After a moment of silence, the inside of the copper head roared loudly, as if a thousand huge drums were beaten, and the sound shook in all directions. Mei Shuai, who spent a lot of cultivation and was trapped in a "cage", had to start a round of fighting with the copper mastiff, and had no time to look outside.

Is the copper head a head mastiff?

Yan Shan didn't have the ability to tell, but he saw the actions of other people, such as Boss Su, who roared thirteen in one, neither returning to the aid of Mei Shuai to fight the bronze head, nor taking the opportunity to chase and kill the red mastiff who looked more wolf, but pounced on the iron-clad gold with red eyes and launched the final blow.

There is no doubt that this is a difficult decision, and the difficulty is not only in the perception of the situation, but also in terms of trust.

Once Meishuai's judgment is wrong, the consequences are unimaginable.

Seeing this scene, Yan Shan's heart unconsciously flashed a thought: If this battle was commanded by Thirteen Lang, how would he fight? At that time, if Thirteen Lang was here, what would he do?

Fantasy is useless, Luosang Gumu is still silent, Thirteen Lang is silent, and when he comes back to his senses, Yan Shan thinks quietly, turns around and points the sword blade to the next place, and hisses and stops.

"All sword cultivators will join me to help!"

There is no doubt that this is a difficult decision.

There was no regret in the order, and when he heard the sound, Baidao Guanghua turned around at the same time, and the seven-star sword array slashed and cut the waves, turned around and rushed straight towards the powerful battlefield.

"Huh?"

Farther away, Tuqi was also surprised by Boss Su's decision, and turned his head just to see Jian Xiu turning, and was stunned again.

"That's right, human cultivation is very interesting. ”

The battlefield is fierce, and the sky is not quiet, the body of the six-colored mastiff flickers in and out, and its head and eyes are open and closed; no one notices that every scene on the battlefield changes, and there is a little breath attached to the sky, rendering the six colors more solid.

Hundreds of millions of miles away, on the shore of the black water, next to the rocks on the mountain, a scholar and a man who looked like a bookkeeper looked at the sky, shook his head, and was very happy.

"Tsk, what kind of formation is this, it's so powerful"

"Renxiu is going to turn back, outflanking, combining, behind the back, stupid, be careful!"

"Alas"

"I can't prevent it, it's amazing."

"It's only been three or four hundred years since I was promoted, and I fought really well, and I have been to the world and brought back so many life cultivators"

"Tsk, no wonder I was given a golden flower robe"

Seeing the pride, the scholar danced and got carried away, shouting and screaming non-stop, and he was very unwilling to devote himself to it. Unlike others, he didn't pay attention to the powerful fights, and focused on the battlefield of ghost pawns, his eyes moving with those who kept shuttling, sometimes showing fierceness, but quickly calming down.

As time went on, the battlefields became clearer and clearer, and the strangulation between the two sides seemed fierce but slowly evolved into a one-sided slaughter. Human cultivation even divided a group of sword cultivators to return to the mad spirit.

That's not interesting.

"I'll just say, it's not that those people who underestimate the enemy are also average, their vision is not good, well, their cultivation is just that, no wonder they don't understand. ”

The elated scholar sighed and finally returned his gaze to the "main" battlefield.

"There should be a result here."

In the sea of copper heads, the light was released, and the sound of a clear whistle sounded

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