Jiang Ao didn't take Shen Tang in his eyes at all.
However, he didn't mind having one more precious and rare human-headed tiger made by a fifteenth-level junior. In a blink of an eye, he arranged a place for the human head. He then thought about what Shen Tang should do with this human head. His study room
I am missing a landscape pot.
Who let Shen Tang's face be placed in the eyes of the most demanding Yan Gou, that it is also a look above heaven and man? Jiang Ao even thought about using the knife later to be more precise, so as not to hurt her face. In case of accident
If it loses its appearance, it cannot be used as a landscape basin.
Shen Tang: "It was the King of Hell who sent us to take your life!"
Jiang Ao smiled: "That's quite loud!"
In addition to Shen Tang and Shao Chong, several other coalition generals also wanted to intervene in the battle, but the strength of the sixteenth-level Da Shangzao was not something they could resist. Jiang Ao fought one against two and found time to deal with them. There were only thirty or fifty.
Going back and forth, several people were on the verge of life and death three or five times. The lucky ones were able to retreat with minor injuries, while the unlucky ones were seriously injured and lay on the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.
Shen Tang immediately shouted them back.
It's simply not helpful at this time.
He also had to devote himself to saving the lives of his teammates.
However, her words could not completely calm them down.
"These annoying ants..." Jiang Ao drew his palms together and strangled the necks of the "annoying ants" he called them.
Shen Tang saw that the situation was not good and took action to save people.
Although he felt the momentum coming from the direction of Shen Tang and the cold sword that was approaching him in the blink of an eye, Jiang Ao did not let go of his grasping hand and instead used his left hand to catch Shen Tang's sword. With a flick of his finger,
The blade of the sword was tilted. He could clearly see the surprise reflected in Shen Tang's beautiful eyes. At the same time, he exerted force with the tiger's mouth. Without any effort, there was a soft sound of broken bones in the palm of his hand.
The "annoying ant" tilted his head, and the corners of his lips spilled scarlet red.
The still warm body was thrown away casually by Jiang Ao.
With one move of five fingers, a strange-looking jet-black sword emerges.
"How can a thing like a sword hurt me at all?"
"Let me see what strength is!"
Jiang Ao raised the knife and struck lightly.
Buzz——
The cries of killing on the battlefield seemed to be swallowed up by the sword.
Wherever it passes, the air twists.
The black sword energy of tens of feet locked Shen Tang to death.
The distance between the two was not far, and they could only reach each other in an instant, swallowing them up. When Jiang Ao saw this, he felt a pity in his heart. This boy had no chance to be his landscape basin, but Shaochong was still there. The human-headed tiger boy was still there.
I can look forward to it.
The black sword energy collided head-on with Shen Tang.
The explosive sound reached the ears of nearby living people with force.
The courageous warriors and the literary scholars can offset the discomfort with luck, but ordinary soldiers who have not yet had time to form a military formation are in bad luck. The closest ones have their bones shattered into slag, and their internal organs are in pieces.
, all the blood vessels in the brain burst, and the luckiest person also suffered a perforated eardrum. But this was only the first wave of aftereffects. What was even more terrifying and troublesome was the explosion caused by the collision between the sword energy and Shen Tang. At this time, several cultural energy barriers will explode.
Encircle them, and the soldiers form a shield to defend them.
"Why don't you just surrender?"
Jiang Ao turned his head to avoid Shao Chong's sneak attack from behind.
Yunzhang used his palm wind to fight Shaochong at close range.
Shao Chong was not as sharp-tongued as Shen Tang. He didn't want to talk trash or talk to trash, but Hei Tong, who was gradually turning scarlet, made his attitude clear. Perhaps because he was about to get the highest-level human-headed tiger, Jiang Ao was in a better mood.
some.
"You have a good head!"
The flying dust has not completely dispersed yet.
"But you are nothing compared to me!"
Shao Chong held hands with him, but the latter didn't move at all, while he flew backwards by more than ten feet, almost refluxing his energy and blood. He didn't stop until a gentle and firm force came from his back. He didn't need to turn his head to know that it was Shen Tang: "This old man
The bones of this thing are a bit hard to chew!”
"You're not a dog, why are you going to chew some cheap bones?" Shen Tang's breath was not very steady, but his face looked quite rosy, and he was still in the mood to talk flirtatiously. He glanced at Jiang Ao who was a little surprised and said, "Look, there's nothing
It's better not to brag about your strength. Otherwise, you'll be like this old guy, who not only blows his braggadocio, but also brags to the point where he even believes that he can do it."
Shaochong said: "He's doing nothing!"
Shen Tang chuckled: "It's really a fart. The wave just now didn't kill me, but it killed a wave of our own soldiers. We attack indiscriminately. Don't count the battle achievements when the time comes. Jiang Ao is at the top of our army. That's terrible.
That’s funny.”
Shaochong could hear the anger in Shen Tang's words.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of small crimson snakes flowing along the gaps between her fingers, onto the sword grid and body. The hand holding the sword was also trembling involuntarily. He said: "Your hand is injured..."
Shen Tang said expressionlessly: "I know."
Jiang Ao narrowed his eyes dangerously.
He is too proud.
He was so proud that he ignored Shen Tang's abnormality, but Shen Tang accepted his sword energy. Although he only used 50% of his strength, it was still comparable to a full-strength strike from a fifteenth-level junior high-ranking officer who had fully accumulated his energy. Not only did the opponent receive his sword energy,
When he came down, he was only slightly injured?
Jiang Ao suddenly felt that using such a human head as a landscape basin was a waste of resources: "You are not bad, give you a chance, tell me your name. I will not kill unknown people!"
Shen Tang raised his sword and pointed it at Jiang Ao.
"Me? Ha, I call you ancestor!"
Together with Shao Chong, he led Jiang Ao to the edge of the battlefield.
Jiang Ao went on a rampage, no matter what, he did many immoral things such as killing good people and taking credit for their merits. Once he killed someone, who would care whether it was the enemy's soldiers or his own soldiers? In his opinion, he killed people like a child.
Pour hot water on an ant's nest, and you don't care how much it burns to death. Those are just insignificant ants!
But Shen Tang and Shao Chong are different.
They should consider their own side when taking action.
In layman's terms, the ultimate move is banned, and you have to fight the BOSS with A.
Jiang Ao, as his name suggests, is the most arrogant.
He noticed the plot of Shen Tang and the others, and chased after him with a heroic laugh. It was not that he felt that he was invincible, but simply because he disliked the presence of many people and affected his heroic appearance. There were no ants around like Shen Tang.
Are people attractive?
winter--
Wei Shou noticed Jiang Ao's movements.
I cursed in my heart: [It’s true that a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit!]
Have you forgotten what happened to Chu Yao back then?
Running away at this time...
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Just as Wei Shou was complaining in his heart, a sharp spear was stabbed towards him. Where the tip of the spear passed, fine icy blue snowflakes floated up. He was shocked in his heart. If he was stabbed, the flesh and blood near the wound would not be damaged.
Frozen into lumps of ice.
But, should I say it or not, this marksmanship is paired with the falling snow...
It's really pleasing to the eye.
"You have some skills as a warrior."
Wei Shou saw the details of the opponent in front of him at a glance.
The young military general is born with a clear and gentle manner, and his demeanor is elegant. He seems harmless, but in fact, the water is still and the undercurrent is turbulent underneath.
"Why don't you wear armor?"
The young general looked sullen.
Wei Shou's move was humiliating to him!
"Of course I don't want to." Wei Shou's answer was willful.
Naturally, the young general was not polite. The spear in his hand flashed with silver light and turned into an iron whip as soft as a spiritual snake when he stabbed it out: "In this case, there is no need to spare your life!"
The barb of the iron whip almost pierced Wei Shou's shoulder blade.
It's so dangling, but the cloth is torn.
Wei Shou looked at the young generals who were getting stronger and stronger, and knew that Huang Lie, the main rider, had hidden strength. If he didn't take it seriously, he might really become a military exploit for his opponent's upward climb.
He had no choice but to threaten again: "You forced me to do this. Anyone who has seen my martial armor will either be blind or dead."
With a stamp of his feet, the pink and tender martial energy enveloped him, and he instantly transformed into a champagne-colored mountain-shaped armor, but the rest of the leather was a strange pink armor. Fortunately, he had a collar to cover his face, otherwise where would his old face be?
This color is only liked by women's families and literati who like romance, so it looks a bit weird on him.
The young general was really stunned.
Wei Shou was not polite to him, he unleashed a tyrannical momentum that was not in line with the pink color, and did it without saying hello. The moves were dangerous and tricky, but the young military general always felt that the opponent had left three points of strength, otherwise he might have been even more embarrassed to deal with it.
Overall, the coalition forces have an absolute advantage in numbers.
But the military force at Chaoliguan is not weak either.
The key to victory or defeat does not lie in these generals, but in the huge main force. When Shen Tang was under Xiaocheng, he wanted to use one person to break the shield formed by the morale of more than ten thousand rebels in Gongxi Qiu. Although he failed,
But it also reflects that if these ordinary soldiers have enough morale, they can also fight against powerful and courageous warriors, and even defeat them in one fell swoop!
An ordinary soldier is cannon fodder.
Two ordinary soldiers are worthless.
A group of three or five people cannot defeat a low-ranking official.
but--
What about one thousand, two thousand, three thousand?
What about ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand?
After it exceeds 10,000, the size of the military formation will be expanded, and it can even complete the evolution from quantitative change to qualitative change. Thousands of people will go together, advance and retreat together, and become one. The main force of Chaoliguan is 100,000! Small military formations are built into large military formations, and they are charged and killed.
Time is no different from a meat grinder. The morale gathered above the head may turn into a rushing car, a running bull, or a rain of arrows.
At this time, cavalry on both sides of the coalition forces rushed into the formation and cut them.
As the sharp sword passed by, the blood of the dead souls was sprinkled all the way.
The collision between the war horses and the soldiers on horseback was like a fast-moving hill, and there were many such hills on both sides. Not even half a quarter of an hour into the fight, the battlefield was already shrouded in a layer of uncertainty.
of blood mist.
Qin Li looked at his lord who was sitting firmly in the middle of the army, and bowed from a distance. The latter waved his palm: "Gong Su, let's show those at Chaoliguan whether we idiots are capable of slaying dragons!"
Slaying the dragon has never been a legend.
People like Zheng Qiao are not really dragons either.
Qin Li said: "Wei."
Strange thick fog rises from all directions!
The scope actually encompasses the entire battlefield!
Whether it was the enemy in front of him or the people around him, they were all submerged in the thick fog, making it hard to see even one's fingers, which was frightening.
The soldiers and horses under Wu Xian's tent did not panic.
The appearance of thick fog means that the military advisor has taken action.
Chu Yao was distracted from taking care of his lord's side, but also had to take care of his own soldiers and horses - fortunately, they lacked everything except literary scholars, and he was able to do it with ease. When he saw the area of the thick fog, he knew that Qin Li's strength had improved.
Okay. This thick fog is all about Qin Li’s literary spirit! If you take a peek and see the whole leopard, Qin Li must have a Wen Gong, or a Wen Gong Dacheng...
"Perhaps the way of the scribes has been completed..."
When it comes to the word "perfection", Chu Yao is a little irritated. Although his scribe's way can avoid crises, its use is limited and cannot be used on the battlefield. It is not even under his control. Although he has a clue of perfection, Chu Yao is not yet complete.
Clarify.
Luan Xin asked: "Isn't he causing trouble?"
Under the thick fog, Wu Xian's army moved freely.
Walking freely in the thick fog is as smooth as a bamboo.
Other allies can also hear the command, but after all, there is no tacit understanding, and it is still unclear how effective it can be. Luan Xin snorted: "With such incompleteness, can it be called a perfect scribe?"
He looked up at the sky again.
Said: "The timing is just right."
As he finished speaking, a steady drizzle began to fall from the sky.
The drizzle is mixed with Luan Xin's literary spirit. If you can see his literary spirit, you will find that these literary qualities gradually converge into a giant spider web. The person attached to the rain is a point on the spider web, connected by the literary spirit to form a "whole"
.
At the same time, the dense fog gradually cleared in some areas.
Qin Li was the first to notice the change.
He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Luan Xin.
Across the turbulent sea of people, Luan Xin was also looking at him.
Qin Li couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Is this a secret eloquence or Luan Xin’s way of being a scribe?
In the previous Dragon Slaying Bureau, Luan Xin had only taken very few shots, but that didn't mean that no one knew about it. Qin Li had been on the road with Luan Xin and had seen his way of being a scribe, but the effect was to boost morale.
There has never been rain to drive away the fog and the ability to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
This thought did not linger in my mind for too long.
The war situation is serious, and this is not the time to think about these things.
Chu Yao noticed something strange about Luan Xin.
"Righteousness?"
I saw the latter turning his head extremely slowly, with a slightly dull expression. Compared to normal people, Luan Xin's reaction was already slow, and now it was even slower. It took several seconds for Luan Xin to reply to his question.
: "No problem, the disadvantages of the scribe's way."
Chu Yao looked at Xun Zhen and his son, who were making trouble, and then at Kang Shi, who was gearing up to make a big gamble. Even Ning Yan, who had been keeping a low profile these days, secretly made a move. After thinking for a while, he handed Luan Xin to Jiang Sheng:
"Go ahead and send someone to protect justice. I'll go down to meet old friends and keep in touch with each other."
The young general who intercepted Wei Shou could no longer hold on.
Jiang Ao was not in charge of the central army, and the command of the Chaoliguan army was in the hands of Jiang Ao's confidants, but the opponent obviously had no experience in war, and their position was messed up as soon as they were in decline. Although Wei Shou's soldiers and horses were not consumed in the battle, he could not let it go in vain.
By doing nothing. After taking care of the young generals, Wei Shou would be able to mobilize his own troops to counterattack. Chu Yao had learned his madman's style of play.
Wei Shou's defense is like a ten thousand year bastard.
Once out of the cage, he becomes a crazy bastard.
Jiang Sheng's lips twitched, but he could only agree reluctantly.
"Take care of yourself, and your literary fortune will be long-lasting!"
Looking at the coalition forces, it seems that only our own scribes are not at the rear, and they are gathering at the front. Is this abnormal?
Every scribe has his own preferred starting hand language spirit.
Chu Yao is not exempt from vulgarity.
"Sink water into fire and bring about your own destruction!"
Vast literary energy pours out from Danfu Wen Palace.
The literary energy condensed, and instantly transformed into a giant dragon forty to fifty feet long, with lifelike scales, each one exuding a sinister and evil aura. The dragon's eyes turned, looking down from the sky, and locked eyes with Wei Shou below. Wei Shou was also extremely keen.
