The fist can collapse the sky and the power can destroy the mountain. The giant spirit god's fist arm is like a horizontal mountain peak, and one punch leads to the roaring red dragon.
The wind pressure shrank in front of the fist, and the fist forcefully gathered the dancing red dragon, and hit the fist with the tip of the fire-pointed spear.
The powerful force destroyed the real fire, and the bursting wind was like the howling of gods and ghosts, crushing the upper and lower directions, causing the refugees on the ground to fall like grass.
Even if Yin Tulong took the initiative to attack, flew over dozens of miles, and avoided countless refugees, he still could not avoid casualties. As the saying goes, if there are ten thousand people, there is no limit, and the number of ten thousand people is already difficult to see at a glance.
When it comes to the border, let alone the millions of people here.
But at this moment, I don’t care about that much anymore.
Yin Tulong and Julingshen were shocked at the same time, and each retreated. Under the interaction of Qi and Qi, the bodies of both sides were shaken violently, their orifices were bleeding, and they were even killed by the powerful force transmitted from them.
The blessing of the military formation and the connection of Dao and Fruit make the soldiers and generals form a whole. When the generals of the two sides fight, the Qi machine will also conduct the aftermath to the military formation.
In this whole, the individual soldier is like a cell. Compared with the overall fight, a cell is too fragile. Even if there are others to bear the responsibility, casualties still cannot be avoided.
But this is the normal state of war in this world.
In a battle between two sides, the military formations must not only collide with the opponent's military formations, but also suffer the aftermath of the battle between the stronger ones. This is the cruelty of war.
In the first confrontation, it seems that there is no distinction between superior and inferior. Although Yin Tulong has accommodated the three altars of Haihui's Daoguo and is a real fighting master, the giant spirit god is not easy to deal with.
His name is the Giant Spirit God, but this was only his title when he was in the fifth level. His fourth-level Dao Fruit has the same origin as the Giant Spirit God, and he has the power to change the course of the Yellow River and disintegrate the mountains.
In addition, he is Zhang Zhixuan's Taoist soldier. In terms of strength, he can really compete with the killing talent of Yin Tulong.
The wind roared fiercely, and the three-headed and six-armed Yin Tulong retreated and advanced again, stepping on the fire wheel to attack and kill. The spear was like a prairie fire, and occasionally there was a hard and soft magic weapon, that is, the circle of heaven and earth.
Attack from left and right.
The giant spirit god held the altar with one hand, and grabbed the fire-tipped spear with the other hand like a dragon's claw.
The armor on his body glowed a rock-like khaki color, and a thick aura filled the air from within. The Qiankun Circle hit his body, but it only made his body shake, making it difficult to break the armor covering him.
"Fourth grade Taoist weapon!"
Yin Tulong's discernment was perfect, and he immediately saw that this armor was not only made of extraordinary material, but also contained Taoist fruits. Although he did not know its specific appearance, judging from its effectiveness, it was undoubtedly a fourth-grade armor.
"Giant Spirit True Gang."
The Gang Qi was like a substantial wall of wind, hitting the shadow of the gun, while the big hands turned into claws, grabbing at the main body of the fire-pointed gun.
Yin Tulong shook his spear and made a line, piercing the air and piercing the palm of his hand, pouring real fire into it without giving in.
"Bang!"
The flames swept across, covering the upper body of the Giant Spirit God, and a burst of flames raged out from it, burning the Giant Spirit God's armor red, and even began to show signs of melting.
The flames danced and hid in the shape of a dragon. Nine extremes were visible, trying to wrap up the giant spirit god and the altar.
The Giant Spirit God has a Taoist weapon, and Yin Tulong does not. There are few people in Yuxu Temple, but their family wealth is rich. Basically everyone has a Taoist weapon with them, and many of them carry third-grade Taoist tools. Like Yin Tulong,
He has a third-grade Taoist weapon, the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, which is showing its power at this moment.
The nine dragons roared and turned into the shape of a bell in an instant, but the Giant Spirit God was not fighting alone.
On the altar he held up, there were five other fourth-grade figures, including Lu Tianpeng.
Seeing that Jiulong was about to encircle him, Lu Tianpeng raised his bow again and shot the blood arrow condensed on the bow.
However, at this moment, a figure appeared on Yin Tulong's shoulder, also holding a bow and guiding an arrow.
The big bow, which had a pale yellow color all over its body, was drawn open, and streaks of auspicious colors entwined with the bronze-colored arrows, condensing a sharpness as sharp as the sky.
When comparing arrows to arrows, although the size cannot be compared with the sky-shooting bow, there is a vast aura that fills the universe. At the top of the head of the person pulling the bow, there is an eternal aura that lasts forever, condensing the image of the majestic sky.
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"People from the Feng clan..." Lu Tianpeng whispered.
"Ji Jiji..." Feng Manlou also whispered on Yin Tulong's shoulder.
The two people also drew their bows and arrows, facing each other in the air as if there was invisible magic power in the arrow tips attracting each other.
"Boom!"
The bow was like a thunderbolt, and the arrow was like a rainbow piercing the sun. The two arrows were pointed at the wheat awns, and they hit each other impartially. The auspicious color and the blood light turned into sharp rays of light like thunder, colliding and entangled, and at the same time moving towards
Shooting in all directions.
"boom!"
There were more thunderbolts in the blood rain, which struck from the sky to the ground, hitting the mountains, the earth, and the two giant gods.
One is the Sky Shooting Bow, one of the Five Soldiers of the God of War.
The other one is the Yellow Emperor's magic weapon - the Qiankun Bow and the Sky-shaking Arrow.
The eldest princess also cared a lot about a certain son-in-law, so she asked him to take this royal treasure with him before leaving.
The two big bows came from two rivals. The bows and arrows collided, causing a surge of thunder and lightning, causing the altar to shake. Scorch marks appeared on the bodies of Yin Tulong and the Giant Spirit God at the same time.
And the true fire truly took on the shape of a dragon, roaring towards the giant spirit god and surrounding him.
"Yuanjun."
Feng Bo shouted loudly at this time, raised his hands to the sky, and summoned a shocking storm, coming from the north with a roaring sound.
Even the sound of heavy rain could not cover up the roar of the torrent. A raging torrent was surging from the mountains and straight into the battlefield.
The strong wind and the heavy rain together attract the torrent, which rushes in from the side. Looking at its trend, it will first overwhelm the battlefield of the heavenly soldiers and the yellow scarf warriors, and then drag the refugees into it. It can be said that it will hurt the enemy a thousand times and damage itself.
eight hundred.
But the Taiping Sect is lacking everything right now, except for people, and they need the negative emotions of living beings.
In the midst of the blood rain, there was still endless light and shadow flowing into the blood-colored sun-like hole, and the sky fluctuated with a majestic aura.
"Brother, fill it in."
However, Yin Tulong also made a move at this time. One arm behind him made a throwing motion and threw out an afterimage. A Taoist riding a dragon-bearded tiger was thrown out by Yin Tulong and rushed into the torrent.
"Pindao is a town, not a landfill."
There is still a lingering sound in the wind.
It is strange to say that after this man and a tiger fell into the torrent, the raging torrent immediately stopped and slowed down completely unreasonably. Although there was still water rushing into the battlefield, the water surface could only reach knee-level and was difficult to wash away.
The array of heavenly soldiers.
At the same time, Jiang Li flew through the air, and suddenly a pure and holy aura appeared on his body, and his face became somewhat solemn.
He stretched out his hand and threw up a rag bag, and blasted out a stream of pure Buddha energy, which entered the bag. In an instant, he saw that the bag had become several times larger. When he opened the mouth of the bag, a huge suction force captured a stream of panic.
silhouette.
"Genotype bag!"
There seemed to be people shouting from all directions, especially on the altar. Uncle Feng was the first to notice something strange and screamed, "Surprisingly..."
How could a human race bag be refined in such a short period of time?!
"What a coincidence." Lu Tianpeng didn't look surprised at all.
In a short period of time, even with the help of Tianxuan, it is impossible to break the restriction, let alone refine the human race bag. But the magic weapon is dead and the human being is alive. Since there is no way to change the human race bag to another owner,
Then turn yourself into the owner of the human race bag.
Jiang Li created the qi mechanism of the Holy Mother of White Lotus, and even imitated the qi exactly the same. With the help of Tianxuan, he was able to identify the restrictions and really deceive this damn magic weapon.
However, the Taiping Sect was neglected because Jiang Li had never used the human seed bag before, so they seized the opportunity at this moment and recruited people wantonly.
It's really decisive.
This thought flashed through everyone's mind.
He has been able to hold back and not take action, even if the refugees continue to be killed and injured, he still holds back until now is the best time...
A large number of refugees and the followers of the Taiping Sect were sucked into the human race bag, while Jiang Li flicked his eyebrows, a clear light passed through, and released all his fellow sect members from the fragments of the Taihao Mirror.
I saw practitioners falling to the side of the battlefield one by one, and a group of people at the front immediately raised strange-looking things in their hands.
"Da da da da da da..."
The ring formed by the six tubes continued to rotate, spraying out streams of air bombs, pouring mercilessly onto the Yellow Turban Warriors.
Even though the yellow scarf warrior's body, which specializes in cultivating the physical body, was beaten to pieces by the sudden rain of bullets, his body was shaking.
In less than three breaths, the wheel gun exhausted the power of the people in the front row, and then someone from the back row came to the front and picked up the same gun.
Jiang Li, on the other hand, is the imperial messenger's human seed bag, advancing forward, constantly sucking in the crowds that are falling into chaos.
The yellow scarf warriors in front were slaughtered, and the refugees were continuously sucked in. This caused the giant spirit god's momentum to decline, and the thoughts of flying into the air decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The situation seems to have come to an unfavorable side for the Taiping Sect.
But Lu Tianpeng remained calm and calm.
"The central army and the rear army will advance, and those who stand in the way will be killed." He ordered to Feng Bo.
The Taiping Religion still has a large number of soldiers and horses behind the refugee wave. Previously, they had not joined the battlefield due to the obstruction of the refugees. If they advance at this time, they can stop the enemy in time, but——
'Those refugees, those believers...'
Feng Bo's spiritual consciousness swept across the earth like the wind, and then he gritted his teeth and issued a message: "March."
At this time, there is no room for excess compassion. What the other party can do decisively, we can also do.
Moreover, massacre can also inspire resentment and resentment, further corroding the sky.
At the same time, the giant spirit god ran, and the strong wind brought by his steps swept through a large number of human bodies, bringing up a tide of flesh and blood, and crashed into Yin Tulong's body of heaven and earth with a fierce and immeasurable force.
"Carrying mountains and crossing seas."
This giant god was like a sideways mountain, crashing into the spiraling red dragons with an extremely violent attitude.