Chapter five hundred and sixty first dwarf withdrawal
On the Kamikaze Plain, in the open space covered by the dwarf warships, dwarves in black armor stood majestically. The long black spears in their hands stood upright, and their resolute gazes were directed at the blue armored warriors opposite.
In the array.
In the cyan square formation, a cyan battle flag flutters. In this cyan battle flag, a six-armed Naga goddess of war is embroidered with black silk thread. Behind the goddess of war are the waves of the sky.
The leader of the cyan warriors is the eighth-level deified Yuwen Feiyu.
Yuwen Feiyu looked through the cyan helmet on his head at the dwarf phalanx of five hundred people on the opposite side. In the pitch-black armor, on top of a pitch-black battle flag, was the God of Thunder embroidered with a red trench coat. There were lines all over the God of Thunder.
White lightning.
The white lightning and the black flag formed a sharp contrast, which was actually very majestic.
"Get ready!" The dwarf leader is not at a high level. He is only in the middle stage of the deification realm. He is not even willing to give his name. It is true that the deification realm is just a threshold for spiritual cultivation, and it is indeed a bit low.
"Huo!" The large black shields in the row in front of the dwarf phalanx were placed heavily on the knee-high dead grass, and there was a sudden thumping sound.
"Dang, Dang," the sounds of metal collisions sounded. The dwarfs' spears were firmly placed on their shields, and they looked at the Naga warriors solemnly.
"Huhu," the dwarf leader shook the black triangular flag gently in his hand. In the dark war flag, and in the statue of Thor, the God of Thunder, luck surged out.
Unexpectedly, the dwarves, a foreign race from a foreign land, are actually very lucky.
"go ahead."
Yuwen Feiyu gave a soft drink, and the green warriors of the Naga tribe surged like a sea. They raised their huge shields, set up their green spears, and walked slowly towards the dwarf phalanx.
"Huhu," Yuwen Feiyu also shook, with the triangular flag in his hand. In an instant, streams of luck swarmed out from the six-armed war god Naga pattern and enveloped the phalanx.
A Naga warrior.
"The luck of our Naga tribe is actually thinner than that of the dwarves? This!"
Elder Guanqiu Xingbang, on the city wall of Kouliang Road, looked at the dwarf phalanx with a surprised look on his face, somewhat unconvinced.
"The dwarves have Thor, the god of thunder, and the number of mortals in Dadai City is much more than ours. It is normal for them to have strong luck." Gonghu Hanrong shook his head and looked at the dark dwarf phalanx.
I sighed slightly in my heart.
Since the emergence of the Kamikaze Plain, the Eight Divisions have long lost trust in the hearts of mortals, and their luck has also decreased a lot.
"Boom, boom, boom," the Naga warrior put down his heavy shield in front of the dwarf phalanx. His eyes were calmly looking at the dwarf phalanx, which was much shorter than him, with a relaxed expression.
But there was no sneer on his face.
Yuwen Feiyu looked at the distance between the shield hands at the front of both sides of the phalanx, which was only more than one meter, but less than two meters, and his pupils shrank.
"Set up your gun and attack freely."
"Huhu," in an instant, streams of green luck descended on the Naga warriors' square formation, and spears that looked like giant cyan dragons, mixed with the power of green luck and deified spiritual energy, were directed towards the opponent's dwarf.
The large shield in front of the phalanx stabbed away.
The dwarf warriors were not afraid. Under the shroud of luck on the battle flag, the power of constellations emerged, mixed with the power of luck, and they skillfully thrust out the dark spears in their hands.
"Boom, boom, boom," in an instant, loud noises rang out outside the west gate of Kouliang Road and on the Kamikaze Plain.
Among the two phalanxes, pieces of blue shields and pieces of black shields were instantly knocked into the void.
The silhouettes of cyan armored soldiers and pitch-black armored men were like big fish, rolling in the black and cyan ocean. In an instant, countless armored men fell to the ground.
"Boom, boom, boom," for a moment, in the rapid loud noise, countless green warriors and black warriors rolled in the knee-high grass of death. However, none of the warriors cried out in pain.
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To the north of the phalanx, hundreds of Arhats in yellow monk robes looked at the duel between the two races without making a sound.
After a long while, a yellow-robed Arhat couldn't bear it anymore, and asked in a low voice towards General Luo Zhe: "God, aren't we here to encircle and suppress the dwarves? Why are we sitting here, just watching in silence, the two of them?
This meaningless performance of a race?”
"Ah? You're right."
God General Luo Zhe seemed to wake up from his sleep, suddenly realized, looked at the two major races dueling, and suddenly pointed at a blue soldier and shouted loudly.
"Hey, that warrior from the Naga tribe, thirteen in the first row. Are you stupid? A dwarf is short in stature. Can you stab someone if you hold your spear straight? Why are you so stupid?"
God General Luo Zhe's voice had just sounded in the void. Above the void, nine battleships suddenly emerged with divine light, aiming at God General Luo Zhe. It seemed that they found something wrong and hurriedly bombarded them.
On the road to the entrance, Feng Shisan nodded slightly towards General Luo Zhe, but he knew in his heart that sooner or later, the people of the Buddhist Kingdom and he would be on opposite sides, and sooner or later they would fall out, not for Senior Brother Xin, but also for the sake of Shenting, but now
, but the time has not come.
Wood's short, majestic body looked at General Luo Zhe, but he didn't look nervous at all.
"You fool me, and I fool you? It's interesting."
The dwarf king, Wood, casually threw the wine glass in his hand on the table. Although he was temporarily sucked in by the turbid strong drink, he shook his head and was not satisfied with the strong drink.
"I don't know when I will be able to drink the wine of our elder Xin Xiaoqi again. Hey, it is simply delicious!"
"Bang, bang, bang," at this moment, the battle between the dark phalanx of the dwarves and the cyan warriors of the Naga tribe finally ended.
Except for the commander Yuwen Feiyu and the flag bearer, who were already standing on the spot, all the other green soldiers fell to the ground without exception.
On the other hand, the dwarves actually had two rows of soldiers standing calmly.
It is clear at a glance who loses and who wins.
"Tsk, tsk, the fighting power of the dwarves is really not low. No wonder the dwarves of Nanzhan Buzhou have always stood strong over the years." Naga elder Guanqiu Chengyue sighed.
"You have to know how powerful it is to have so many mortals flowing into Dadai City." Guanqiu Kaichang shook his head. There is no comparison at all.
"Boom, boom, boom," at this moment, a golden light suddenly rose above the Kamikaze Plain.
This rich golden Buddha light illuminates the northwest wind of the Kamikaze Plain. Not only that, but the rich power of luck and faith in the Buddha light shows that the Buddhist master in the northwest is not simple.
At least, there is no such rich Buddha light on the body of General Luo Zhe.
"See, that's the main battlefield, and we're just at the end. Ever since Sun Moon Bodhisattva was injured, it seems..."
Divine General Luo Zhe looked at the Arhat beside him, and said to the Arhat calmly and meaningfully.
"I don't know who in the Western Paradise of Paradise has such a powerful Buddha's light and power of faith?" an Arhat exclaimed in surprise.
"The wonderful sound is better than the Buddha, it should be unmistakable."
"What. The Buddha personally took action..."
On the road to the entrance, Feng Shisan stood quietly, and among the battleships, the dwarf king's gaze was directed toward the northwest where the Buddha's light was.
The two of them knew in their hearts that this was Xin Xiaoqi's Liuxian Valley. Facing such a powerful opponent, Xin Xiaoqi, you have to hold on.
One day, two days, until the third day, Feng Shisan looked to the northwest, and the Buddha's light finally became dim. Instead, there were patches of green divine light, and raindrops fell. He couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart. It seemed that Senior Brother Xin was crossing.
Passed the hard times.
Until the fourth day, in the northwest direction, over the Liuxian Valley, Buddha lights were scattered. A golden stream of light rushed to the north, Jingxi City of the Shura tribe. Feng Shisan couldn't help but feel very happy. It seemed that the Buddha's kingdom was huge.
Take, seems to be defeated.
"Retreat!" Divine General Luo Zhe led three hundred Arhats and left quietly. He Feng Thirteen and Wood didn't even say a word.
"Haha, it seems that my brother Xin Xiaoqi has won. We will empty the city."
Wood's hearty voice sounded in the void.
"To inform your distinguished Majesty Wood, our battleship seems to have been damaged and cannot sail back to Lakong City."
In the void, a voice came down, and nine warships were seen slowly landing on the plain outside the west gate of Kouliang Road.
"What? Everything is broken? Then don't do it. Let's go back to Lakong City on foot."
Gonghu Hanrong looked at the nine powerful battleships that were empty and without a single person, and then looked at Wangfeng Thirteen.
Feng Shisan smiled slightly and waved his hand, signaling to take over the nine battleships.