Fighting, boneless sand.

The birds are silent, the mountains are lonely, and the night is long and windy.

The soul is knotted and the sky is heavy, and the ghosts and gods gather to gather the clouds.

The daylight is cold and the grass is short, and the moonlight is bitter and frosty.

Sad and miserable, yes!

This is the battlefield!

There is nothing more tragic in the world than this, and perhaps there is something even worse than this, and there may be only one fight left in the Six Palaces Ghost Prison.

However, this kind of scene is seen more in the eyes of the fat man.

has been sent here by the Guanlou Sect for 12 years, what tragic people have never seen?

is the battle of tens of thousands of people in front of him, not counting this time, he has experienced at least four times in his life, and the skirmishes between Liang Guo and the surrounding areas are even more complicated.

When looking at this, except for a sigh in his mouth, all that was left was the ancient well Wubo in his squinting eyes!

It's not very new, the dead have seen too much, and they also have resistance.

Although he felt that the Shura scene in front of him was not interesting at all, Mao Zhenhuang was still like Zhai Laoliu, staring forward very seriously.

Earnest like never before!

I was so serious that I didn't know where to find four or five yellow talismans and pinched them in my hand.

With the rise of the Liang Guojun, relying on the veteran ruffians with excellent armor and sharp weapons, they instantly pushed the battle line back to the first defensive line.

The irascible Zhao peasant soldiers, even with that enthusiasm, could not annihilate the morale of the Liang Guojun.

But Liang Guojun's momentum was like a rainbow, and when the first line of defense was lost, it was almost discharged.

No way!

Guo Shigan, the general of the northwest front of the Liang State, did not act, and the order ended here.

And these veteran ruffians are desperately venting, if they can hold this lost defensive line, even if they burn high incense, how dare they ask for more.

The consequence of "estrus" on both sides is that the red knives of the armies on both sides go in and the white knives go out, and they all become blood gourds.

In then!

And then there was no more.

Both sides tried their best to achieve only one result.

The war is in a stalemate!

This is the last thing Mao Zhenhuang and Zhai Lao Liu want to see.

Whether the Liang State loses or wins, what they want to see most most is the kind of war that is very simple.

It's best to simply go to their group of so-called immortal masters, and the war that doesn't even have time to react is the best.

Because only in this way will their group of high-ranking immortal masters not be shot down by a small cluster of arrows in the world to the "altar".

Of course, the more than 100 people who died just now were an accident!

"Zhao Guojun has been a little weird in the past four months, and the war has reached this point, and the crazy people of Ming Zhaozong can't hold it back.

You talk about it, fight a war, start a hearty comparison and comparison, and don't shudder if you lose one, two, three, and this gang of miscellaneous is good, but it begins to play cards out of common sense, and I don't know what kind of birds are choking, and I feel a little distressed when I see the dead farmers. ”

Zhai Lao Liu had a long cold face, and he didn't care if Mao Zhenhuang listened to it or not, there was a burst of chatter in his ears.

"Don't say that people can't hold back good birds in Mingzhaozong, let's hold back good birds in Huayang Tianzong's head and the great god of Yonghezi?

In the three years of war, our Daliang lost six cities, in addition to Lingwei City, there are five remaining cities in Wuning, Qingtai, Xizhong, Liangu, and Fanhaizi, which one was not lost in his hands?

And if he loses the comparison with Mingzhaozong, it will be forgotten, he has lost five cities and has not seen him show up, and he is in the barracks like a shrine every day, and the fat man has to go to the offering every month.

I don't know what the ancestors of Huayang Tianzong are eating, and they actually sent such a great god over. ”

The three words "Qinghezi" are like a magic spell, as soon as Mao Zhenhuang mentioned this name, he instantly went berserk, and a bunch of thoughts in his mouth mixed with spit Xingzi sprayed Zhai Laoliu's face.

It can be seen that the "supply" in the past two years is definitely not less, otherwise it would not be so big.

"Silence, bald, of course I know that those people can't hold back good birds, but at this time, put away your unprovoked anger, beckon your five weak chickens to go, scold two sentences and scold two sentences, the important thing is not to nominate them!

Anyway, he is also a character in the Jindan period, and that kind of divine sense has penetrated the sky, and if you really want to hear the rage, crushing you and me is no different from crushing two ants. ”

Zhai Lao Liu directly kicked the chattering fat man's big ass,

Kick hard!

However, the effect was also significant, directly interrupting his broken thoughts.

The old man turned over with a carp, and when he looked ahead, the old face was almost dripping ink!

"Fuck it! Ming Zhaozong's gang of turtle grandsons finally can't hold it back, and I thought the fat man wouldn't come out. ”

Mao Zhenhuang didn't care about being kicked at all, and when he looked back at Zhai Laoliu's oozing face, he knew that it was nothing good.

I looked up and swept forward, and sure enough!

In the chaotic array behind Zhao Guojun, a group of unsociable people in white shirts had already appeared.

The chaotic Zhao Guojun looked at the group of people who suddenly appeared behind him, and automatically made way for them to make a road to the front line, carrying weapons and embracing this group of white-robed monks towards Liang Guojun to kill, and even broke out wave after wave of fierce shouts, and the sound that resounded through the world was that the rumbling sound of war drums avoided its edge, which shows how imposing this group of "beggars" Zhao Guojun is!

"The world is dark after a long hiatus"

When the three or four hundred white-shirted people roared out with a mountain gate number, there were countless blue-gray swords in their hands that resonated!

And the countless thick iron Wu Kui shields of the Liang Guojun on the first defensive line were comparable to paper paste when they encountered such a sword aura.

A face, not only the heavy Wu Kui shield, but even the person holding the shield is also a knife in half!

"The clouds and fog converge and break the law"

Another mountain gate roared out, followed by a blue light and sword shadow, as if turning the defense line of Liang State into a brilliant river of light.

And where the river washed, it was quiet!

"Embrace the moon in the sky with the wind"

At the time of the sentence, more than 100 white-shirted monks of the Ming Zhaozong had already stood in the first defensive line of the Liang State, drawing their swords and looking around, and there was no longer a living Liang State soldier nearby.

Only blood flowed down the corpses, converging into a river of death!

"There is light alone in the Vientiane bush. ”

The last sentence shook the heavens and the earth, and the blades of hundreds of white-robed monks of the Ming Zhao Sect had already killed the front line army of the Liang State.

A handful of white shirts that are not weak and subtle have suppressed the entire battlefield at this time!

If Liang Guojun hadn't known that he also had such an immortal master, in the face of the more than 300 killing gods of the Ming Zhaozong, he might have thrown away his weapon to "abandon the darkness and turn to the light".

"Zhai Bald, why don't I know Mingzhaozong a little?"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the white-shirted monk of Liang Guojun on the Shatou front, and suddenly there was a sense of confusion in his eyes.

In his cognition, the Mingzhao Sect is rooted in Da Zhao, and the salary is passed on to the first major sect to explain Youwei, and it is the road of cultivating the true spirit, emphasizing the magic method, and the scale of the sect is at the same level as the five sects of Huayang Tianzong, Guanlou, Jiansoap, Longmen, Zhengxiao, and Tianqing, and the first-level true spirit monk is estimated to be able to pull it with his fingers.

Now looking at the group of monks of the Mingzhao Sect in front of me, the team of more than 300 people, the monks who took the lead are all in the foundation building period, not to mention its shocking organization, the number of collective sword games alone is full of grotesque.

The sect of heavy magic has played with the knife!

Are you kidding?

This is not how crossover is played.

"I don't know the bald man anymore, don't talk far, just more than ten years ago, you don't know what kind of goods Ming Zhaozong is, and you are looking at recent years, not only fighting with our big beam, Wu Guo also did not let go, but also dared to tease the tiger whiskers of the Jin Kingdom, the barbarians in the north They also tried their hands, quite a kind of strength of the rise of Huayang Tianzong back then, you see! Which one of these is something that a small sect can do?"

Zhai Lao Liu looked at the group of white-shirted people in front of him with a big bald head and was stunned, this group of Mingzhaozong people did give him a considerable shock.

It is good to live for a long time, and his eyes that are a little vicissitudes seem to have witnessed the rise of the Mingzhao Sect.

Mao Zhenhuang snorted coldly for a while: "Huayang Heavenly Sect is playing moisturizing things silently, and the Mingzhao Sect in front of him is a bit rough, but some of the truths are the same, just like our northwest land, it is done quickly!"

After listening to Mao Zhenhuang's words, Zhai Lao Liu sighed and said, "Who knows the way of this world." ”

"Don't mention this, we little people can't take care of this matter, and we don't have to earn Xuanjing, who is working hard, to the heart of the world, how to solve this matter in front of me? ”

The Liang Guojun in front did not break and flee this time, but it was not much better.

Because they're all paralyzed on the ground!

If this is the case, a group of white-shirted people of Ming Zhaozong will kill the pestle, and the defenders of the second line of defense who are frightened are all panicked, if it weren't for their general Guo Shigan sitting there with a golden sword, I can't say how quickly this battle will end.

Zhai Lao Liu glanced at Mao Fatzi and said, "I'll solve a ball! Don't I dare to move without the order of the great god of Huayang Tianzong?" ”

"Come on, you're all uncles! Fat man, I can't see or be upset. ”

Mao Zhenhuang muttered to Zhai Lao Liu, got up and patted his buttocks and walked towards the five little brothers behind him.

It's not interesting to look at it, it's better to squeeze some "oil and water"!

"Stay in charge of the real order!"

"Stay in charge of the real order!"

"Stay in charge of the real order!"

"If the mountain is lost, the monks of the five sects will not be forgiven!"

"If the mountain is lost, the monks of the five sects will not be forgiven!"

......

"Get in your mother!"

Mao Zhenhuang had just taken two steps, and when he heard a hoarse cry in the distance, he was scolding.