What can pierce his body now is naturally not an ordinary weapon, although it seems that the broken sword is so broken, but its edge has never weakened in the slightest.

Because its name is Broken Army.

Although the world has gradually forgotten its name, Qin Ke at this moment, or Shenlong, can remember this thing very clearly.

Once, this sword was held in the hand of that man, and it split the mountain ten thousand feet high, and the mountain that fell down stretched into a mountain range, and the great river was tamed into the gentle river it is today.

It's just that he never understood why Luan Feng was able to accurately find his position and cause such damage with a broken sword?

After a little thought, he suddenly realized that although the thunder light he had just now was powerful, it needed his own greater spirit to control, maybe if it was someone else, he might not be able to see anything from this, but opposite him was Luo Fengxiao in the saint realm, and his sensitivity to power was definitely not below him, so it was naturally not strange to be able to do this.

It's just that he is still angry, if he didn't lose his body, his strength was greatly reduced, and he could only rely on his strength to condense such a body, how could he be so weak?

"If it weren't for you! He opened his mouth, but let out an angry and painful howl.

Even if he can still grasp the wisp of essence that the divine dragon left in Qin Ke's body now, compared to when he walked the world, he is as broken as the broken army in front of him, and he is no longer what he used to be.

Qin Ke, who was falling, suddenly stopped in the air, and his body dozens of zhang long seemed to be supported by an invisible hand, slowly swaying and floating in the sky.

The huge scar on his chest was constantly being repaired, but the pain was deeply engraved into his spirit, the huge and majestic head was raised upward, a pair of blood-red eyes looked at the sea of fire in the sky, Luan Feng was flapping its huge wings, and screaming like a mighty cry in the air.

Opening the huge mouth, in a loud roar, the black cloud thunder rumbled and exploded, and the people on the ground clearly saw that the pitch-black dragon suddenly soared upward!

As if the thunder and lightning in the black clouds that had been inspired by the inspiration were constantly beating, and with a dragon roar, countless roars began to spread throughout the sky.

In the middle of the forest, a tiger had just pounced on a young fawn, with a huge mouth, ready to tear open its throat, release sweet blood, and turn it into a delicious meal for himself, but when he heard this whistling, he stopped his movements, and let the fawn desperately break free from its arms.

A stupid giant bear was burrowing into the cave and digging for honey, although the body of this group of bees was the size of a palm, and the poisonous needles on the tail contained enough toxins to kill the beast, but in the eyes of this two-foot tall bear, how could these insects break through his thick fur and cause him harm?

So it was very happy with its own harvest today, and at the same time opened the honeycomb with its dirty bear paws, and kept licking the sweet honey inside, as if it had tasted the best food in the world.

A whistling sound came from the sky, and the giant bear's hair exploded, but instead of raising its head and roaring in challenge, it crashed headlong into the honeycomb, and its lower limbs were already on its knees, trembling all over, like a petite beast trying to bury its head in the sand to hide from the beast.

Although he didn't know that one of his distant relatives was called a womcoat, which would bury his head in the soil when he was in danger, he did it subconsciously, because the whistling was so powerful and majestic that he could not question it.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, whether it was a deer drinking water, a bird chirping on a branch, or a beast of prey, even the military horses trained by the cavalry were not spared, and all the animals crawled in fear. It was a reverence that seeped into the marrow, deeply engraved in their bodies and melted in their blood from the very beginning of their birth.

On the battlefield, it suddenly began to rain in the black clouds.

A drop of cold rain fell on everyone's faces, on the roof of the chariot, on the tight crossbows, on the armor of the soldiers, extinguishing the flames of the battlefield, and also extinguishing the blood in the hearts of everyone, and making the winter wind extremely cold.

Luan Feng continued to fly in the air, and in the collision of flames and rain, it constantly burst out with sizzling sounds and rising mist. But Luan Feng looked a little embarrassed, although it kept moving, it couldn't avoid the rain no matter what.

Black clouds have covered the sky again, and there is rain everywhere, where to avoid it?

With a terrible roar, Luan Feng suddenly rose into the air, and the flames drew a long trajectory, like a sharp claw cutting through the black clouds, leaving traces of tears.

"The same trick, do you think it will work every time?" Qin Ke sneered, and as the dragon's claws contracted suddenly, a dull thunder sounded again in the black clouds, and the rain was rushing forward, constantly sprinkling towards Luan Feng.

In the midst of the rainstorm, purple electric light flashed constantly, sometimes appearing, sometimes disappearing, as unpredictable as a ghost.

Although the flames on Luan Feng's body were so large and hot, they began to gradually dim in the face of the continuous rainstorm, and the evaporated rain diffused mist everywhere, and was once again hit by the rain like arrows.

The power of the rain grew stronger and stronger, and the soldiers below were already a little unable to withstand the blows of the rain, so they raised all the objects in their hands that could be used to resist the rain, and then looked up at the sky as much as they could.

Gao Changgong raised his head, squinting his eyes and looking into the sky, the raindrops the size of beans hit his chest and face, bringing a pinprick to the touch, but with his physique, even if he is seriously injured now, he doesn't have to worry about the rain.

The bones on his body had been grafted by the military doctors, and the soothing ointment was applied, with a spicy fragrance, and then wrapped in layers of gauze. Although the pain in his body has not improved, his qi and blood are constantly flowing in his body, like a river flowing, constantly moistening the soil and grass along the river, and his body is slowly recovering.

However, Zhang Mingqi and others still hurriedly looked for objects to shield him from the rain, and finally simply pulled a piece of felt from the military tent and pulled it up, relying on spears and felt cloth to prop up a shelter from the rain.

"General, let's leave quickly, I'm afraid it's not a good thing to stay in this place of right and wrong. Zhang Mingqi shouted vigorously in the thunder and rain.

Gao Changgong shook his head and asked, "How is Tang Jun?"

"It has basically withdrawn, except that there are still a few thousand Shenwu Heavenly Army that are used to break the rear, but after a quarter of an hour, the Tang Army can withdraw from the battlefield. ”

Gao Changgong was still looking at the sky, but he was a little unhappy that this felt cloth blocked his vision: "A quarter of an hour is not enough, at least more than half an hour." ”

"More than half an hour?" Zhang Mingqi said in surprise, "Why does it take so long?"

Gao Changgong grinned: "Let Tang Jun go first, I don't want to be killed by Tang Jun." ”

"Does the general think Xiang Chu will deliberately set up an ambush?" Zhang Mingqi frowned and said, "It's all like this, does he still have such guts?"

Gao Changgong smiled: "It may not be not, if the overlord Xiang Chu is timid, then it is not the overlord Xiang Chu." Once the Tang army left this river valley and moved forward to Changqing Mountain, the support of the Tang army would not be too far. Our army is a tired division, and if the support of the Tang army comes faster, then it will be enough for us to drink a pot just by slowing us down a little. ”

"There's another reason, though. Gao Changgong looked at Zhang Mingqi's expression, knowing that he was a little skeptical of his seemingly bold speculation, so he simply said the rest of the words, "There is one more thing, I want to ask for proof." ”

"Verify?"

"Aren't you curious? There is one woman among the Luan Feng, but what about the other?" Gao Changgong soothed the somewhat restless war horse.

Although the red fire under his crotch finally resisted the dragon roar just now, and did not kneel directly, its proud head had already been lowered, as if to express its submission.