And at this time in another space.

The green-blue flames slowly dissipated, and the black smoke went straight into the clouds.

The earth has turned from yellow to gray.

If an experienced Adept arrives here, he will immediately know that there has been a premeditated blitzkrieg here.

And the battle is fast from start to finish, and the whole process is high-energy.

A textbook version of the blitzkrieg, so to speak.

There was no pause in the middle, and there was no external force intrusion and interference.

Not even the most basic reconnaissance firefights.

It's like saying.

What if you're all experts? It's not that the long journey has drained nine times out of ten.

Knowing that the pockets in front of him were open, he rushed in.

It's stupid, and it's bold.

That's right, it's this line of life that is the bet.

Both sides are gambling.

The raiders are betting that they have been traveling long distances, and although they are strong, they have a proud heart.

And the side of the long-distance run is also gambling.

And the bet is huge, more than once.

If you feel that the information is inaccurate, you can reach into the dirt and grab a handful.

This black and gray thing is called the ash of the soul.

This is the only trace left by the fall of the top powerhouse, and it is also the last souvenir of this world when the body and soul return to the Great Dao.

And if you look at this thickness, it's clear that it's not one or two of these rains.

From this, it can be concluded that neither the sneak attacker nor the sneak attacker came in waves.

Therefore, the psychology of the sneak attacker is derived.

Because the party speculated that the attackers had run out of ammunition and food, and that no one had replaced these people.

As a result, many of the wounded on the other side could not be transferred in a short time, and they could not stop themselves.

Even if you are prepared in advance and open your pockets in advance, you can have the strength to tear the net on the opposite side.

At that time, if it really succeeds, it will be very meaningful.

The warfighters can even occupy the entire front, and thus have to give the dragon a reverse textbook blitzkrieg.

Or an even more lethal turn, cutting off the dragon's supply lines, causing a large number of casualties in a short period of time.

The benefits were unimaginable.

Both parties hold their own mental activities and know each other's mental activities, but they still can't escape their own predicted mental activities.

So there was the battle that had been planned for a long time and had a deep grudge.

And the temporary war entered a state of intermission in silence.

The raiders were recuperating the personnel and carrying the wounded back to the rear.

And a pair of new men and horses were added to the original wounded posts.

The breakthrough on the other side is also mobilizing troops and preparing for another charge.

Strive to get more and stronger strong people to help you with a deadly move against your opponent.

This decapitation should be done quickly and absolutely steadily.

This is the battle between the mind and the talent.

We understand each other, but we can't speak them.

If you say it, it's all going to be bad.

For example, if you dare to say this now, you will be able to reveal the stuffing at that time.

After all, the psychological defense of the wounded is extremely fragile and cannot be attacked.

Compared with serious physical injuries, mental injuries are more fatal.

This is the hole card of the existence of faith.

If not, look at the light in their eyes.

The kings of youth who shouted that I was okay and let me down.

These people are still struggling, but they are always persuaded to slowly put into the car.

And on the top of a hill in the distance, the supreme commander of this war stood here.

I don't know if I can't bear it or don't want to see it, or if I'm numb.

He stood at a clever angle and could hear the voices of his men, but they certainly couldn't hear him when he spoke.

They could see themselves, but they were carrying their backs.

It is like a gun, firmly inserted in the back of the earth, giving strength to countless people.

And these people have no intention of stepping into the battlefield now, and they can't come in front of the commander.

Therefore, no one saw this discomfort.

There is no way to know the eyes of this supreme commander.

Those cloudy eyes with tears in them.

These people are the backbone of the Demon Cultivation Society, and the members are working hard from scratch with themselves.

Step by step, step by step, step by step.

These are the people who eat steamed buns and pickles, and these are the same people who can drink a big bowl of dry wine.

These are the people who can take away four or five Netherland generals when they are dying, and these are the same people who are screaming in pain on the stretcher.

These children who always like to make a little bad and train children who can't practice if they can't practice.

Every time I celebrate my birthday, these people gather around me like elementary school students.

The old man was full of emotion in his heart, sighing and sorrowful, overflowing with words.

The chaotic thoughts occupy the whole emotion in the whole heart.

The surging power hit the old man's iron-willed body again and again.

This kind of thing has happened to the old man no less than dozens of times.

Every time he greeted people with a smile, he sent these people away with an expressionless face.

When I came, it was the teenager or a young girl who stepped into the school gate.

At every turn, I want to train a martial arts master, the kind that can kill a cow with one punch.

It can play eight times a day, and it doesn't have a small frame.

When I gave it away, I really got into a fight and didn't come back.

To be precise, the soul did not come back, and it was forever attached to this mountain and river.

With the fearless spirit in everyone's body, decorate the eternal mountains and rivers land.

The old man's spine grew straighter.

A lonely figure stood on the earth, his feet as if they were in the center of the earth.

Tall and tragic, helpless and vicissitudes.

But this is the responsibility of the supreme commander, the responsibility of the officers of the Eastern Continent.

There are only orders, and obedience is the vocation.

The instructions I received were just to hold this place, and no matter who came, I would keep it.

Then put a hundred hearts, whoever comes is useless, you will definitely be able to keep it.

It's just that when the song of victory sounded, several people were returning, and then I didn't know.

It's something this group of fools would never have thought of.

"Alas, the casualties are a bit big."

The old man seemed to be whispering to himself, as if he was telling the world about his pain.

"No loss, this is the thirteenth time."

The old man had not been able to speak for long, when suddenly his words to himself were picked up.

At the same time, there was an extra person around him who was covered in smoke.

"There are two hearts, one public, one selfish, and adults know everything."

"You're so sure, I'm all knowing."

The man put his hands behind his back and smiled.

"It's just that the children are suffering."

The old man made a pun.

The man in the clouds bared his teeth and shook his head.

"Don't worry, there's always a way."

The old man clenched his fists and laughed.

"Isn't this a pun on you, and the old man is not that three-year-old naughty boy, I really think I'm stupid."

The man held out a hand behind his back and waved it gently.

"Don't panic, it's all that old fox."

The old man stepped on the mountains and rivers under his feet twice, and said loudly.

"I'm tired and don't want to play anymore."

"It's such a promising team, so these kids are all in there."

"Give me someone to press, and you are not afraid that the old man will burn down your Yama Temple."

The man's face behind the clouds seemed to be unsightly, and he did not speak.

They are all people who understand, and some things are better not to be explained.

After all, there are some scars, if you really make him bleed, he will make you can't sleep in pain.

There are some things that can be fun if they are not turned out, and there are some things that are really turned out, and the world owes him.

Just because people don't ask you doesn't mean that there isn't such a thing.

This may be the real fox strategy, the real snake power.

There are many people who can reach this level, but there must be only a few people who play like fire.

And whose last prey is it, and who dares to close the coffin?