Let's roar together!

The ghost world is full of yīn cold breath, the air is yīn cold, the wind is yīn cold, and even the smell is full of uncomfortable yīn cold feeling. [No pop-up novel network]

The wind in the ghost world is howling, and the cultivation of the gods led by the King of Sanssouci is not low, but in this kind of yīn cold wind, I feel an inexplicable yīn cold soaking into the body and entering the bone marrow, making people tremble involuntarily.

"What's that!" the voice in the gods' sins, like shēn groaning and like choking out.

It's the Spirit of War. It's a lot of war spirits. It's many, many war spirits.

If it was a war spirit, it would not be surprising. There are many warriors who are not suitable for possessing war spirits because of their physique, but there are also many warriors who have three or four, or even seven or eight war spirits at most.

War Spirits are nothing unusual. But what if there are many war spirits?

Wang Ce looked up to the sky and roared like a madman, this kind of indescribable rage, indescribable pathos, almost made the wind in the ghost world retreat.

Around Wang Ce, one war spirit, two war spirits, ten and a hundred, and then countless war spirits came out densely!

Countless war spirits, for a while, were like an ocean in the sand dunes, densely appearing. The behavior of these war spirits is uniform, and it is good to ...... A well-trained battle-hardened army!

The war spirit with a fierce temperament is like an elite army. This is originally made up of elites!

Wang Ce was in the dense army of war spirits, the green tendons on his forehead popped out, and he looked up to the sky to release his psychological roar: "It's not that I don't have strength, but you, no one has ever forced me to use these powers!"

All along, it's not that he doesn't want to use the War Spirit Army, but no one forces him to use it, but there is no place for the War Spirit Army, but it is not yet time to use the War Spirit Army.

The War Spirit Army has not yet reached its strongest time, in order not to be strangled in the 橛luǒ, the only way to do it is not to use it until it is desperate.

As long as Wang Ce cultivates to Wuzun, opens the "Way of the Emperor", and implements the resurrection of the legion, it should be the time for the War Spirit Army to ascend to the stage of Jiuzhou. As soon as Wang Ce stepped into the Great Law, he was not afraid of offending the Great Law, nor was he afraid of making enemies with the Great Law.

Because, he will soon have the War Spirit Legion, which is enough to compete with the Great Law Army.

Brother Sharp saw it, Emperor Tang saw it, and Wang Ce was playing a game of chess. However, he didn't see through what kind of chess he was playing next, because everyone didn't know that there was a variable in the War Spirit Legion.

The ghost world was dead and silent, and only Wang Ce's roar soaring into the sky remained!

The King of Sanssouci and the others were suffocated for a long time, and their hearts were shocked, which can be described as infinitely shocking. For a moment, my mind was almost blank!

"There are really people who will have more than nine war spirits, and there will really be a war spirit army in Jingran!"

Under the Nine Continents, how could anyone have such a large number of war spirits? How could anyone do it, as if one day someone thought that the sun and moon would shine forever suddenly derailed and came back to life. Probably nothing could be more surprising than that.

The most ironclad rules were broken by Wang Ce, and they were broken with his own eyes.

This indescribable feeling and impact even made the gods clearly see Wang Ce moving a strange concubine and approaching quickly. I still can't react for a while!

It was almost an incomparably surging sword light...... Ming Wuzun was raided, and the qi automatically protected his body...... Tachii also came back to his senses. Wang Ce didn't care about the surprise attack at this time, and used his usual assassination method with a backhand, and he shook the dàng several times in a row.

With a snort, the tip of the sword sank into the throat of the god of the fight. Pick up the rotten meat and sprinkle it on the bodies of the gods!

Taking advantage of this momentary situation, Wang Ce almost spared no effort to carry out a sneak attack, and once again killed one person before decisively retreating into the War Spirit Army. Wang Ce was slaughtered, and erupted with anger: "White Horse Righteous Servant, attack!"

Gong Bei Zhan, who was dressed in white, stepped forward and let out a deafening roar: "White horse righteous servant, attack, attack, attack!"

The three thousand white horse servants with no horses and no weapons were all fierce and abnormal, letting out an earth-shattering roar, stepping on the scattered infantry formation, running, getting faster and faster, and the rumbling footsteps carried endless impact!

The King of Worry-Free and the others were shocked, and for a long time, a master in the bucket rushed out: "There are so many war spirits!"

The King of Sanssouci was a monstrous wave in his heart, and his appearance was deep: "Hmph, it's just a group of low-level war spirits, how much can they do! Look at me!" King Sanssouci jumped up in the air, his hands were separated for a moment, as if a terrifying fist was thrown down! The ground crackled and shook, just the power of a punch, and it killed more than a hundred war spirits like crushing ants.

With one blow, the King of Worry-Free confidently rolled up his sleeves. In an instant, the qi was like a heavy moving earthen wall, and in the blink of an eye, it was like cutting wheat, so that about three hundred white horses died on the spot.

Wang Ceshente remained unchanging, and he had guessed the result from before he dispatched Bai Ma Yicong.

Although the army of war spirits is the elite, or even the elite of the elite, it was the trump card of the elite army during his lifetime. But in fact, the opponent should be the army, but it is not enough to deal with the deification master.

The military soft is almost meaningless for the god master, and it is a big piece of killing!

Mo said that the ordinary army, that is, the special army of the Northern Martial Army, which specializes in dealing with masters, must use the method of attrition, and fight to destroy the whole army in order to consume Sanhua Wuzun. It's just Sanhua Wuzun!

The opponent of the army should have been the army.

This is the significance of the establishment of the Great Internal Camp in each country, and the significance of the establishment of the Worship Department in the Secret Service Group.

King Sanssouci made these two moves, and three thousand white horses with no horses and no weapons were killed, and more than 400 were killed in the blink of an eye. Immediately, the panic of the other gods calmed down.

The gods sneered, and as soon as they jumped forward, they raised their hands with a snorting sword qi, and they fell down a large piece of white horse righteous soldiers as if they were cutting wheat, turning into green smoke that filled the sky!

Wang Ce was not in a hurry, and he had already predicted that a terrifying aura fell silently on the sand dunes, and suddenly exploded into an incomparably deep hole, and the sand grains flew all over the sky!

King Sanssouci descended from the sky and walked coldly towards Wang Ce step by step: "Do you think you can defeat us by relying on the Battle Spirit Army!"

Wang Ce spit out a mouthful of sand and slowly stood up straight: "You are wrong, I didn't expect the War Spirit Army to defeat you, I will defeat you personally, and then ......" Sen Ran spit out two words from his teeth: "Kill you!"

Sometimes I can run, sometimes I can't. Today, he doesn't want to run, he wants to fight like a half-emperor hún!

"Hahaha, it's up to you!" King Sanssouci laughed with disdain, shook the nine heavens, disappeared in place and appeared in front of Wang Ce, and knocked Wang Ce away with a bang: "Just rely on you now?"

Wang Ce rolled on the sand dunes, took advantage of the situation to roll up, slapped off the sand grains, and suddenly became cold: "Yes, it's up to me!"

With a move, the one-step Heavenly Body Method roared away, and suddenly a change, and the shadow-grabbing step cooperated with Shi to unfold. The infinite sword light of the brush was permeated, and the Worry-Free King watched coldly as Wang Ce unleashed his absolutely powerful fast sword, quickly slashing and slashing at his inner qi!

Jingran has never been able to break the gas!

The King of Sanssouci only made an understatement blow to his sleeves. Wang Ce flew out dozens of meters in embarrassment, and King Wuwu was full of ridicule and confidence: "Wang Ce, if thirty years later, you may be able to share with me, but today, you are just an ant under my hands!"

The King of Worry-Free approached with a cold and disdainful gaze: "If I want to crush you, you have to die!"

A punch is thrown, and a thunderbolt is boomed. Wang Ce fell to the ground like a stone that had been thrown out, but he stood up again like a tumbler that could not be defeated: "At least now I am not dead, but I am still alive and well." ”

King Sanssouci suddenly hated this thing very much, and any warrior hated this kind of turtle shell that was difficult to break through. When it comes to the heart, it is simply a history of blood and tears of martial artists.

But suddenly I heard Wang Ce roaring and shouting: "Zeng Guofan, lead your Hunan army to attack and attack all enemies!"

The white horse righteous servant who has no horses and no weapons will have his combat effectiveness discounted in the first place.

However, the opponent of the War Spirit Army is not a god master, among the gods this time, one Wuzun died tragically, except for the remaining Sanssouci King and two Wuzun, most of the others are Douli masters.

When Gongsun Chan ordered three thousand white horse righteous servants, almost in the way of a sea of people, in the way of sending them to death, the white horse righteous soldiers incarnated into the tide one after another, and a bōbō fierce and fearless to launch an offensive against more than a dozen Douli masters.

When Zeng Guofan led 5,000 Hunan troops to join the battle, it suddenly made these gods feel even more difficult.

There are many reasons why the ghost world and the human world are safe, but one of them is definitely because of the ghost army. The ghost army is not afraid of death, and the attack that is not afraid of death is enough to crush the psychology of most armies.

The ghost army is endless, ten hundred lives, in exchange for a human soldier, in the eyes of the ghost army generals, it is also worth it.

At this time, the war spirit army was just like the ghost army that was not afraid of death to attack. The gods were in a trance, and they only felt that they were really dealing with the ghost army.

The lowest cultivation god was finally unable to parry, and was soon pounced on by the War Spirit Army. Then, drowning, as quickly as the ocean, drowned the god in it.

The terrible howl before dying made King Sanssouci's hand tremble suddenly. Wang Ce snorted and flew out upside down, seeing that a martial artist was making a gesture with sword qi, and the battle spirit army fell down piece by piece as if he was cutting wheat.

You must first free up your hands to kill two Martial Zuns, otherwise it doesn't matter how many Battle Spirit Troops come. Wang Ce's heart was suddenly awe-inspiring, and he turned in the air like a goshawk swooping.

The sword qi swept over the inner qi, and immediately dàng rippled layer by layer bōdàng.

Falling as fast as lightning, Wang Ce rolled on a lazy donkey, supported the ground with his left hand, and glided away. In an instant, the bright sword was raised!

What a treacherous way of playing! The god and martial arts rubbed his body in embarrassment to avoid it, and he puffed his breath. Almost at this moment, Wang Ce moved his five fingers, and the sand grains turned into flying sand in the sword light, obscuring his vision.

It's like an earth dragon with gray sè mixed with yellow sè, with teeth and claws bursting out of jīyue's sword qi!

Divine Martial Venerable took a step back, his eyes froze, and he raised his sword to kill, mixed with the sound of wind and thunder: "Wind and thunder slash!" @.