Something strange happened. The flywheel did not go straight forward to hit the soldiers, but suddenly turned into a nearby passage, then the next one, and the next one...
The passages seemed to be endless, forming a dazzling maze.
What's even weirder is that Feilong lost contact with his own attack. He once barely controlled the flywheel to change direction, but soon lost control again.
Finally, like a headless fly, they rushed out from behind the military formation and chopped down directly on the tower of Xianyang City.
Without a sound, the tower was cut in half.
In fact, if you look at it from above the military formation, you will find that the route taken by the flywheel is like a Bagua map.
Relying on the strength of one hundred thousand monks and soldiers in the military formation, Zhao Yun used Bagua to guide the flywheel to rotate in the military formation, not only guiding it to continuously change directions, but also dissipating part of its power.
Otherwise, it would not be as simple as cutting off the tower.
The Eight Formation Diagram passed down from Zhuge Wuhou is indeed magical.
Zhao Yun rode a tall horse and walked to the entrance of the passage. She did not say a word, but looked down at the flying dragon not far away, with contempt and a hint of provocation in her eyes.
At this moment, what she wanted to express was self-evident.
Feilong felt extremely insulted and his face turned livid, but he could not defend himself.
This time I really lost all face.
Helpless, he had no choice but to speak harshly.
"Hmph, in the face of absolute strength, I want to see what other tricks you can play."
After that, he spiraled into the sky and turned into a black pterosaur...
To be precise, this is not a dragon.
He has a pair of huge fleshy wings with two slender and sharp spines at the tips. He has only two claws and four toes, similar to chicken feet.
In addition, the whole body is covered in black scales, without a single hair, and has a ferocious head that looks like a crocodile, except that his head is fuller.
In short, his image is completely different from the black dragon transformed by Ying Zheng.
Guiguzi looked at the intact body of the flying dragon and said with an ugly expression.
"He has indeed recovered!"
Bai Qi asked while recovering from his injuries.
"Who is Fei Long?"
Guiguzi murmured.
"Feilong, he is not a human race, he is a race from another world. He is not only the enemy of our human race, but also the enemy of this world."
Everyone heard Guiguzi's words, including Feilong, but he did not refute anything and acquiesced.
"hold head high!"
With a roar, like an eagle catching a chicken, the two "chicken claws" of the flying dragon suddenly flashed with white light and were directly aimed at the formation to catch it.
Zhao Yun's nerves were tense and her face was solemn, no longer as contemptuous as before.
She has never been an arrogant person. After all, an arrogant person may be a general, but never a commander-in-chief.
What she just did was just a strategy to anger Feilong. She knew very well how powerful her opponent was, so naturally she would not take it lightly.
"Military spirit...possessed!"
The military formation changed again, like a five-clawed divine dragon. This was not a flying dragon, but a real five-clawed golden dragon.
The military spirit dragon gathered into Zhao Yun's body, and then extended to her martial spirit...gentian bright silver spear.
"hold head high!"
With a clear dragon roar, two creatures named dragons officially started a duel.
The gun comes out and the dragon follows, the collision between the "chicken claw" and the dragon claw.
"Zi...ding..."
"boom!"
The air exploded, and an invisible air wave suddenly erupted between the sharp claws, sweeping the world.
Suddenly, sand and rocks were flying, and a powerful shock wave poured in all directions.
Gui Guzi and others were seriously injured, and the exhausted 100,000 soldiers all flew out, either dead or injured.
Only Mo Yu, holding a sharp sword, cut through the shock wave and completely protected Ye Yuan behind him.
"when!"
A figure flew out upside down, and it was Zhao Yun with disheveled hair.
She held the spear in her right hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her left hand, and looked back at the 100,000 soldiers, all dead and injured.
Not only the army, but also she herself has no strength to fight anymore.
With a thought, all the soldiers returned to heal their injuries. As for those who unfortunately died, they could only return to the Hall of Valor and wait for the next day.
"I come."
After Mo Yu finished speaking, he walked up to Zhao Yun and faced the flying dragon with broken wings.
Zhao Yun still hurt him after all, but that was all.
"You guys are...very good!"
Feilong's face was gloomy, and his eyes almost wanted to spit fire.
Being injured again reminded him of the tragic battle in the past, when he was seriously injured and dying by the strong dragon clan.
If he hadn't been lucky enough to be attacked by the top experts in the two worlds, he would have died long ago.
Zhao Yun's attack reminded him of the despair and powerlessness he felt when he was near death.
Extreme anger triggered extreme power, and he exploded.
"Endless time and space, endless mirror images!"
In an instant, countless mirrors appeared, surrounding Ye Yuan and the three of them.
Mo Yu knew something was wrong and took action immediately.
"One sword, one world!"
On the tip of Mo Yu's sword, flowers suddenly bloomed and fell, and birds, animals, insects, and fish appeared one by one. They were extremely agile and extremely real.
But if you take a closer look, you will find that they are all composed of tiny sword energy, with an indestructible artistic conception.
Surprise, great surprise!
Feilong's mood was extremely complicated at this time. Zhao Yun's military formation before and Mo Yu's swordsmanship now were both unparalleled methods, capable of leapfrogging challenges and ignoring the differences between immortals and mortals.
There are so many geniuses in this world!
This is extremely unfriendly to his own world.
At this moment, Mo Yu's world arrived, before his eyes, but he remained motionless.
"Click."
A huge mirror wall was shattered, and Mo Yu's attack failed to hit the flying dragon at all.
Just when Feilong waved his hand and was about to take the lives of the three people, he felt a heat in his heart, followed by a coldness in his body.
He looked down in disbelief and saw the tip of a sword emerging from the scales on his chest.
"How can it be?"
He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that he had been stabbed with a sword.
"puff!"
Mo Yu drew his sword and stepped back, dodging the flying dragon's flesh wings.
"Huh... nothing is impossible!"
Although One Sword, One World is powerful, she can only use it with difficulty based on her previous level, and the consumption is too great.
Feilong suddenly laughed.
"Haha, you underestimate me too much."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wound on his chest began to heal.
"If you were stronger, I really wouldn't be able to recover..."
Just then, one minute is up!
"boom!"
Ye Yuan was floating in the air, with endless darkness in his eyes, and his aura had exceeded the limits of the mortal world.
His strength is fully restored!
Earthly Immortal!
It is consistent with Feilong’s state at this time.
The level restrictions of the Guardian world disappeared at the moment when the flying dragon broke through the cage.
Ye Yuan saw the display on the game panel in time.
"you."
Feilong looked at Ye Yuan in disbelief. He previously thought that the two women were already difficult to deal with, but now, he found that Ye Yuan was even more difficult to deal with.