The eight gods of war are now stunned, they can't imagine that their Jintian clan will fail, but whenever the people of their Jintian clan are in charge, they have never been defeated, because everyone knows this, it is impossible.

I didn't expect it to come out of their mouths, which was really unexpected.

Jintian suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "The second person, not so much the second person, is more defeated by two generations. ”

"The second person is none other than Xingtian Laojun, the master of the True Martial Saint Venerable. Jintian said very reluctantly.

"This ......" The eight war gods behind him were directly stunned, didn't this mean that their Jintian clan was defeated by people of the same lineage?

This plus the True Martial Saint Venerable that he is dealing with now, if he is defeated by him, this is the third shame, and he is still defeated by the three generations of ancestors and grandchildren, and this Jintian clan will not have to be mixed up from now on.

The title of the first family of the art of war can be thrown away, and it is not worthy at all.

"Do you know what it means to be better than blue?" Jintian looked at his right-hand man and said, "His ancestor has 2,000 troops to defend the city, and even crushed our 9 million siege troops, which is impossible for anyone in our Jintian clan to do." ”

"The most brilliant achievement of our Jintian clan is that my grandfather, who led 30,000 troops by himself, blocked the attack of eight days and 4 million troops, and pushed the status of the Jintian clan to the highest position. ”

"But do you know Xingtian Laojun's achievements?" Jin Tian's broken heart suddenly looked horrified, and even full of terror, obviously Xingtian Laojun's record was even more terrifying than his master.

The Eight Great War Gods had already seen their own faces, and knew that what they said next would be an existence that subverted their cognition.

"You know the battle of Qingcheng, right?" Jin Tian suddenly asked.

"Yes. When the Eight Great War Gods heard this, they replied: "At that time, our Jintian Clan's attack mission was also victorious. ”

"At that time, he was also commended, and he was even named a first-class military marquis, hereditary replacement, which is the pride of our Jintian family. ”

"Returning victorious?Yipin Junhou?" Jintian heard the words of the eight people, raised his head and smiled bitterly, "I tell you, we have no victory at all. ”

"My father was also on the battlefield at the time. ”

"Qingcheng, the person who defends the city is Xingtian Laojun, at that time, Qingcheng was known as the first big city, as long as it can be attacked, it can take the palace at that time, and even destroy them in one fell swoop, and complete the great cause. ”

"At that time, tens of millions of troops were mobilized, and even the elite troops of our Jintian clan were also used, but what was the final result?"

"Less than four thousand infantry led by Xingtian Laojun were stunned and defeated, and none of our people went up. ”

"The reason why he returned victoriously was because he was ordered to retreat. ”

"The world has always thought that we were victorious, but we did not know that we lost. ”

"Xingtian Laojun's arrangement of the art of war is simply indescribable in any words, at that time, Qingcheng was like hell, our soldiers had just been sent up with siege ladders, and the whole person was killed, or even turned into ashes. ”

"None of the cultivators were used, and to this day we don't know what that battle was all about. ”

"Look at the battlefield back then. After Jintian finished speaking, he knew that no matter how much he said, it was better to let the eight people take a look, this was the video he took from the forbidden land.

The light curtain unfolded, and the battlefield of the Battle of Qingcheng appeared.

The sky was cloudy, but it wasn't raining, but the feeling of oppression still permeated.

A huge city full of bluestone is being attacked.

On the city, there are less than 4,000 soldiers, all of whom are wearing white armor, but they have already become blood armor at this moment.

Below the city, all the enemy troops besieging the city, attacking day and night.

The most conspicuous thing in the city is a person, a middle-aged man covered in blood, if you look carefully, it is very similar to Xingtian Laojun, who is now an old man, especially the eyes and facial contours, which are exactly the same.

This person is the star of the young age.

"All the soldiers obey orders. Xingtian Laojun held a red tassel gun in his hand and ordered the remaining soldiers, saying, "One hundred zhang!"

"Yes. When all the soldiers heard these four words, they instantly understood and knew what to do, and they all spread along the outermost city of Qingcheng, and one person guarded the distance of a hundred zhang, but it was just strange that there was no one in this hundred zhang, but it gave people a steady pressure, and even an invisible power emanated, making it difficult for people to cross over.

It's weird.

The enemy continued to attack, but they couldn't attack it, and even killed a lot.

But it couldn't be attacked, and even many generals were killed, all of them were hit by arrows from the city.

The eight gods of war were all stunned when they saw everything in the light curtain, this was a completely impossible war, and they couldn't imagine it at all.

Not to mention the difference in numbers between the troops, even wheel warfare can also exhaust them to death, but there is none.

"My lord, what kind of art of war is this?" asked the Eight Great War Gods curiously.

"I don't know. Jin Tian shook his head and said, "I just know that one person guards the distance of a hundred zhang, so much." ”

"According to my father, it was probably an art of war that we didn't know about, and it was actually a fiasco. ”

The light curtain disappeared in an instant.

"Two troops, one is the era of the True Martial Saint Venerable, and the second is the era of Xingtian Laojun, the first two times were failures, and now the third time I have met people of their lineage, looking at the current battle situation, this True Martial Saint Venerable is likely to be the nightmare of our Jintian clan. ”

When the Eight Great War Gods heard it, they didn't think so, the ancestor of the True Martial Saint Venerable, and the master have been famous for a long time, but they may not be able to do it, even if the art of war is very high, they may not be able to create the kind of achievements of his master and master, and it is too early to draw conclusions.

"Order the troops to withdraw. "Jintian gave an order, and now he knows the combat effectiveness, and since he has already fought each other, it will officially begin.

Combat is indispensable.

"I haven't seen the True Martial Saint Venerable yet, this person should be in the rear. The Eight Great War God said: "If it's possible, kill him directly." ”

"It should be given on Emperor Mountain. Jin Tian said sadly: "If you want to kill him, it's very difficult." ”

"I think he's got it set up and waiting for us to send someone in. ”

"It's not realistic to kill him, you can only arrange troops to fight him. ”

The Eight Great War Gods wanted to kill Ling Tianyu directly, even if they succeeded, the soldiers of Emperor Mountain would not be leaderless, and Duan Yanran was there, just Duan Yanran was enough to condense the strength of Emperor Mountain.

What's more, there are Emperor Zhong and others.

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