In the world, even the most ordinary mortal bloodlines have had taboos since ancient times.

Marriage between close relatives is a taboo for the human race, if this taboo is not observed, the human race will usher in complete extinction, but the Mu family actually ignored the taboo left by the ancestors and wantonly gave birth to wrestlers, which can only show that the heart of the Mu family has become iron, and even family affection has become worthless in their eyes.

Bai Yi knew the origin of the wrestler, and even knew the pity of Mu Shisan, so out of pity, he lent him a puppet of a thousand machines as a plaything.

Bai Yi didn't think much about the Mu family's wrestlers, because Wang Qitai was already close at hand.

The battle between the two armies has reached the point of non-stop, the battlefield of 100,000 people, less than half of them are alive at this time, and those soldiers who have killed red-eyed, even if they have their arms cut off, do not feel pain, and still viciously stab the steel knife in their hands into the enemy's chest and abdomen.

The battle on the Wangqi platform was even more cruel and bloody, and the heavily armored soldiers climbed the high platform desperately, in their eyes, the king's banner on the high platform was everything, and only by seizing the king's flag could this terrible battle come to an end.

Bai Yi led his soldiers and horses to kill for a long time before he occupied a place under the Wang Qi platform, and the large number of casualties of mortal soldiers made him more and more annoyed, and he decided to take the Wang Qi with his own hands, otherwise, the casualties of mortals would be even heavier.

The Wangqitai is surrounded by a series of stairs, and the higher you go, the smaller the place where you can stand, like a tall tower full of ring ladders.

At this time, the Wang Qitai has long been stained red with blood, countless soldiers are fighting in the middle of the high platform, no one dares to take a step forward easily, once someone climbs to the high place, it will immediately attract the enemy's desperate onslaught, and cut the people who intend to rush to the tower into pulp.

In a fierce battle, corpses fell from the high platform from time to time, and the men and horses on both sides had been in a stalemate for a long time, they were waiting, waiting for their generals to step on the high platform.

There was no black-armored monk on the platform, but once a general stepped on the platform, it heralded the beginning of a decisive battle.

A year's supply of resources made the cultivators on both sides very cautious, and the monks would never easily start a decisive battle until they saw the enemy's flaws, and sometimes it was common for even ten days and a half months to stalemate like this.

However, Bai Yi didn't want to be in a stalemate, because the longer the time dragged on, the greater the casualties of the mortal soldiers would be.

The black-armored young man with the gun was silent for a moment under the Wang Qi stage, and then gave up the war horse, once the commander dismounted, it was time for him to prepare to take the stage.

Mo A, who was carrying the flag, was stunned for a moment, and then showed a hideous look that he had never shown before, and his two big hands pinched the black tiger battle flag to death, and when he stepped on the first floor of the platform with Bai Yi's footsteps, he suddenly let out a hoarse but war-filled shout.

"Moa!"

In Mo'a's roar, Bai Yi was like a black fierce spirit, no one could stop him, and at the moment he took the stage, the golden flag of King Puyang also moved, and the old prince in gold armor waved his long knife fiercely and rushed to the high platform in person.

As soon as the Puyang Palace's side made a move, the monks on the Yongchang King's side immediately rushed over, and among the mortal soldiers on the high platform, countless green and black armor figures appeared.

The curtain of the decisive battle was torn open by Bai Yi, and the spear in his hand flew up and down like a poisonous dragon, and the strong force made Bai Yi almost invincible in this kind of battle that suppressed spiritual power.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen black battle flags to appear on the top platform, and almost all the generals of the two armies poured onto the Wang Qi platform.

Under the highest battle flag, Bai Yi shook his hand and pierced the shoulder armor of a black-armored monk on the enemy, and the other party planted a high platform with a blood line, although he did not die, serious injuries were inevitable.

The soldiers of the King of Yongchang have discovered Bai Yi's martial arts, and the five black-armored monks waved their long knives to surround him, these five people are obviously masters of martial arts, and they are quite disciplined between advance and retreat, and their shots are even more vicious and vicious, and their knives are deadly.

Simple martial arts techniques can gain the advantage of suppressing the opponent when fighting alone, but the individual martial arts among the ten thousand armies does not have such a big advantage, especially against many masters with extraordinary skills, no matter how great a person's strength is, he cannot win quickly.

Five martial arts masters who did not hesitate to kill dragged Bai Yi's pace under the royal banner, and the vicious battle on the top of the high platform was a little more dangerous than the vicious battle on the entire battlefield.

Bai Yi's eyes were getting colder and colder, and the Heavenly Reversal Gong was even more used to the extreme, but the other five people had obviously cultivated the method of refining the body, and they took Bai Yi's heavy blow, but they only took a few steps back, and no one fell off the high platform.

There will be a big war in Nanzhao every year, there will inevitably be monks who practice the practice of refining the body, on the battlefield of suppressing spiritual power, only the practice of refining the body is the most practical, Bai Yi's opponent's practice of the body can definitely not be compared with the inverted heaven gong, but with the large number of people, the cooperation of the five people is still very skilled, which can drag Bai Yi's footsteps.

Ni Shiqi was already standing in the middle of Wang Qitai, the king of Puyang was always watching the battle, and when he saw Bai Yi's figure being entangled, he did not hesitate to order a strong attack.

Under the order of King Puyang, the monks belonging to the Puyang Palace, no one was retaining their strength, and they all took a posture of fighting for their lives.

Victory or defeat in one fell swoop, and the monks of the Puyang Palace's mansion were already desperate.

Ni Qiuyu was also desperate, she was only five zhang away from Bai Yi, but a black-armored monk entangled her to death, and there was no possibility of entering.

Ni Qiuyu anxiously glanced at the royal flag fluttering above his head, his heart was like fire, if he couldn't win this year, the Puyang Royal Mansion would probably have to be completely defeated.

Moa had been lying dormant on the steps at Bai Yi's feet, staring at the royal banner above his head, as if he didn't care about the general who was in deep danger.

The mortal soldiers who carry the flag are the easiest to be ignored on the battlefield, because they don't even have weapons, and it is a dream to kill people, but Moa has killed more than one.

A black-armored monk was swept in the shoulder by Bai Yi's spear tail, and with a snap, his shoulder armor suddenly cracked a gap, and he could see the bloody flesh, but he didn't care, shook his body, and prepared to pounce on the battle group again.

He knew that only the full strength of the five people could hold back the fierce black-armored boy, and once there was one less, they would all be killed.

The sharp pain in his shoulder did not affect his judgment, but Moa, who pounced on him from under his feet, was beyond his expectations.

Being attacked by a mortal was a disgrace to the Black-Armored Monk, and he picked up his long knife and slashed off a large piece of flesh from Moa's shoulder, even the bones on his shoulder.

Moa didn't care that he was being cut, and when the other party successfully slashed him, he had already opened his mouth and bit the other party's hand with the knife with unmistakable accuracy.

"Ahh

The black-armored monk who was bitten by Moa shouted, the long knife was taken off, he raised his foot and kicked out, and Moa was like a rag bag, no matter how the other party kicked and hit, he always bit the other party's hand to death, and no longer let go, nor did he protect, and his two big hands still held his black tiger battle flag desperately.

ps: Thank you for the helmsman who gave me a reward, thank you brothers for your support, and shout a voice, ask for a collection!