Suppressing the anger in his heart, Jin Wu fixed his eyes on the bold Terran general on the opposite side and the eighteen horsemen who were fighting for the tiger. The more he looked at this, the more frightened he became, and the more he looked at it, the more moved he became.

Although Jin Wu is not a demonic existence in the Golden Clan, he is also a few talents, plus he was born in Jiangmen, and he has seen a lot of knowledge in the southern and northern wars over the years, and he has never been a little moved in the face of such an unreasonable land vision as Lei Chi Tribulation, but at this moment his face has changed for Li Cunxiao and his Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry. With a look of disbelief, he muttered, "Under the Buzhou Immortal Stone, you can still communicate with each other, as if you are one, this is ...... This is an immortal soldier?"

The word immortal, the eternal majesty, the common respect of all races, is the pursuit of many monks throughout their lives. The combat power of the army that can be named after this word can be imagined. It is an existence that turns decay into magic, and the blood sea corpse mountain pointed by Bing Feng is striking, and all races cannot despise it.

The way of the military formation is to cooperate, and the cooperation is the tacit understanding between the majority, how to cooperate with a single horseman, with the law of mystery and mystery, the formation to cooperate with the enemy is the military formation. However, the condensation of military formations and clouds also has certain basic requirements, and for the vast majority of troops who know how to cooperate, the crowd of thousands is another indispensable requirement.

The basic condition of a formation of 1,000 men is like a trench that distinguishes 90 percent of the elite soldiers in 100 battles from the top 10 percent of the top army. An army that can be condensed by 800 like the trapping camp, after crossing that chasm, is entering a new world, and it cannot be the same as the ordinary elite, which is already a cloud and mud.

If Jin Wu cares about the camp, then Li Cunxiao and Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen can actually achieve breath communication under the Zhou Immortal Stone, just like one person, which is a precursor to the condensation of cloud qi. Jin Wu did not doubt that if it weren't for the existence of the restriction of the Immortal Stone, these nineteen people would definitely be able to condense the cloud qi.

Nineteen people form an army! This is the Immortal Army! Such an opponent made Jin Wu have to be jealous and even frightened.

Jin Wu knew that a strong army of this level could only invest the lives of countless soldiers to consume them to death under the premise of suppressing the clouds. But now he only led his five hundred elite guards into the battlefield, and the rest of the army was divided into four and fell into a bitter battle, like a giant beast whose limbs fell into a swamp that was devoured by a man, and he could only try to do a senseless struggle, and the fate of being slowly swallowed by the swamp was already doomed.

At this moment, Jin Wu was annoyed by his carelessness and underestimated the enemy, and he also admired the other party's use of soldiers like a god, and he thought that he was beyond his reach for his ability to calculate people's hearts. Obviously, when he came, because of the previous battle damage, he had already taken care of the enemy's strength in his heart, but after a few simple temptations, he didn't know when he once again regarded the other party as a character who could be kneaded at will. Obviously, his strength is higher than that of the other party, and his estimation of the overall strength of the other party is not beyond the range of his expectations, but there are so many fairy hands, which are beyond common sense, and the result is that he is in a dilemma, passive everywhere, as if his strength is inverted, he is not the opponent of the other party at all.

This can't all be blamed on Jin Wu's carelessness and underestimation of the enemy, who would have thought that this low-level cultivation civilization, which they regarded as a hunting ground in the back garden, and the world where the aura has been revived for less than a year, would actually have such a profound force as Xianyang City. With such adverse strategic resources as Zhou Xianshi, there are military generals such as Lu Bu, Li Xuanba, and Li Cunxiao, and Zhuge Liang, who is the first wisdom in the ages, is in the middle of the strategy, and a simple move to promote strengths and avoid weaknesses can turn the tide of the battle.

Jin Wu hesitated for a while, and thousands of Golden Clan soldiers died, Jin Wu knew that he didn't have time to hesitate here, and he had to make up his mind as soon as possible whether to fight or retreat.

"Yaojin Guard!" As Jin Wu's right arm clenched into a fist and shouted out the name of his personal guard, a dazzling golden light like the sun enveloped them, and under Jin Wu's will, they turned into a tall lowering flag and waved in the wind, issuing one belated general order after another. Gather the remnants of the Quartet, and make the last game with Xianyang City with real swords and guns.

Jin Guangyun Qi Jin Wu took a deep look at Li Cunxiao, who was approaching him intentionally or unintentionally, and then gritted his teeth and shouted: "Let's retreat ten miles, how about the peak of this immortal soldier in a while!"

Although he didn't know what the hole cards of Xianyang City were, after some thought, Jin Wu also figured out the key. The army of alien beasts that thought it was the other party's killing move was the real smoke bomb, used to disperse their own forces and boost the opponent's morale, and those Terran armies that they despised were the killing moves. No matter what the situation of the other three gates, but in terms of the strength that the South Gate is showing now, he is not without a chance of winning, what about the immortal soldiers? There are only nineteen people, how can my hundreds of thousands of elite divisions be afraid of battle.

Looking at Jin Wu, who was slowly retreating, a trace of an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of Li Cunxiao's mouth, and he glanced back at Zhang Liao, who was leading the Eight Hundred Trap camp to kill wildly in the formation, signaling him to prepare in advance, and the real decisive battle was about to begin.

Zhang Liao responded to Li Cunxiao with a smile, which was a natural choice of goodwill after seeing Li Cunxiao's terrifying strength.

Then Zhang Liao raised the Demon Breaking Hook Lian Knife in his hand and shouted: "Break the camp!"

Among the trio of Bingzhou, Zhang Liao, who has the highest intelligence, has already figured out the way of the two of them to lead troops in the day and night with the two brothers, although the commander is not as good as Gao Shun in the camp, he can block a hundred and trap the other party's thousands of troops. The commander is not as good as Lu Bu when he breaks the camp, the killing god is born, and he is fierce, but Zhang Liao also has his own style, the army advances and retreats to a certain extent, and he is handy with the command of the army.

If this ability was still the Three Kingdoms in the troubled times of the previous life, Zhang Liao would not have been exposed even if he died in battle.

Lu Bu has always had a fear of Gao Shun, even before he died, but because Zhang Liao acted as a peacemaker and always sludge, buffering the relationship between the two Rao, plus Gao Shun is also a stubborn character, the things that are identified, no matter how hard and tired the person is, he will go to the end. The three of them were able to get along with each other peacefully until Lu Bu died. But if Lu Bu, who has a broken Dao heart, knows, that Zhang Liao, who is proud of him and is very jealous, can also be in command, then the misunderstanding is really unclear. No one else was allowed to sleep soundly next to the couch, and Lu Bu at that time would definitely aim the Fang Hua halberd at these two best brothers.

Now that it's okay, Feng Xian has become the big brother who stands on the ground again, and he won't be worried because of the strength of his brothers, and he is on guard everywhere, "I, Zhang Wenyuan, can finally do my best." Zhang Liao muttered to himself in his heart, and the surging true qi roamed in his body.

The soldiers in the trapped camp were stunned at first, hesitating for Zhang Liao's general order. But they still chose to execute, eight hundred fierce wolf mounts appeared under their crotches, Mo knives and giant shields were also put down, and eight hundred cold and cold broadswords appeared in their hands.

"The will to break the formation, the ground is panicked" After the eight hundred people shouted in unison, the broken camp was like a fierce beast entering the flock of sheep and began to kill even more frantically. The corpses of the alien army, which had been slowly retreating, were all over the field.

"Brother Yan, it's time for us to make a move. After Li Qing finished saying to Miao, with a wave of his hand, a boulder loaded on a cart in the city was slowly pushed out by hundreds of Shushan disciples, and in these hundreds of thousands of battlefields, this scene seemed inconspicuous.

One side wants to retreat, and the other side also intends to let them retreat, and all the killing spree is just to kill more people and relieve the pressure on the subsequent decisive hand.

The originally chaotic field battle turned into, a one-sided chase and killing, even if the suppression range of the Zhou Immortal Stone was out of the military order, and the soldiers of the Golden Clan who had the power to counter-kill did not turn back to fight, but just evacuated faster.

Ten miles is only a matter of a few minutes for the elite Golden Clan soldiers, and when they look back, they look at the bloody road that stretches for seven or eight miles, and the Golden Clan army is crying one after another.

The mourning soldiers will win, Jin Wu looked at the soldiers with sad faces, but the anger in their eyes was blazing, and he said encouragement: "Sons, form a golden array, and kill the enemy with me!"

"Kill, kill, kill......" The tragic death of his comrades-in-arms, his own luck and fear and grievance, hatred were all poured out in this killing word, and the shouts of killing shook the ground.

The army pursued by Xianyang had already stopped two or three miles away, led by Li Cunxiao, quietly watching the rapid formation of the Golden Clan, so that Jin Wu had already assembled the personal guard battalion and lost the opportunity to attack and kill by surprise.

Li Cunxiao and the others looked at the Golden Clan with a look of approval on their faces, and the chaotic enemy camp was ruled by chaos, and the surging clouds slowly took shape, and this transformation was only completed in an instant.

Both sides held their breath and quietly waited for the arrival of the big war.