The waves on the river were rough, and thousands of warships filled with soldiers roared towards the coast.
Arrows rained wildly, trebuchets roared with majesty, and the soldiers shouted wildly, displaying their bloody and murderous intent.
From the beginning of the decisive battle, it was brutal.
A large number of bolides shot in, igniting the sails, and the roaring trebuchets attacked in groups, as if a huge hail of stones rained down, smashing down the giant ship.
One warship after another caught fire, shattered and disintegrated, and countless soldiers fell into the water wailing, fully demonstrating the cruelty of water warfare.
Fortunately, the battle situation is no longer one-sided.
After half a month of continuous attacks day and night, under Song Que's command, the War Temple's progress was astonishing. Although it was still not even close to the Wentian Alliance, which relied on the sea for a living, they were still at loggerheads.
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Today's decisive battle is far from being fought by the Temple of War alone. With the sound of the horn, the Ming navy also entered the situation with unstoppable force.
The next moment, a huge tornado formed, sweeping everything, sweeping the world, and heading towards the island.
When the wind and cloud come together, the power is boundless!
When the peerless sword collided with the Snow Drinking Sword, Nuwa's divine power was completely activated, and a tsunami and tornado similar to the earth-shattering earthquake that flooded North Korea a few years ago appeared.
It connects the clouds above and rolls down the sea surface, like a giant standing tall on the sky, directly sucking the sea water into the air and pouring out a sky of water clouds.
It was so powerful that when viewed from the air, the wind and clouds rolled all the way around the coast, and thousands of ships were swept into pieces like falling leaves.
The morale of the Temple of War was immediately boosted, and countless martial arts masters rushed ashore, slaughtering the crossbowmen and destroying the trebuchets.
The masters of the Wentian League did not show any weakness and rushed out one after another, and then two flames spewed down from the sky.
Seeing the huge bodies of Fire Qilin and Phoenix hanging above their heads, everyone in the Wentian League was completely stunned.
Even the four spirit beasts are used. Isn’t this bullying?
In fact, it is Xuangui who really controls the situation of the battle.
In ancient times, there was a great war between gods and demons, and the heaven and earth were shattered. Nuwa made five-color stones to mend the sky, and cut off the ao that was enough to stand on the four poles. This ao was the black tortoise.
It is a mythical beast in the sea. At this time, it returns to the East China Sea, its four legs touch the sea surface, and it simply stands, and the aura of the mythical beast sweeps across it.
Those ferocious and cruel evil shark beasts that had been fed by Xiao Ao Shi for decades showed signs of submission and left obediently.
Even on the way to escape, he even took the initiative to rescue the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, and held the soldiers on their backs after they were seriously injured and fell into the water to show their favor.
"Help! Help!"
Under the circumstances, the Wentian Alliance was defeated faster than imagined.
The Third Master roared loudly, hoping to get help from the other two islands.
But a scene that made him completely desperate appeared. Thick fog rose from the sea between the islands, and the military flags and smoke bombs could no longer be seen clearly.
There are originally thirteen islands in the East China Sea, headed by Penglai, Fangzhang and Yingzhou islands, and the other islands are scattered around.
After Xiao Ao Shi was frightened, he immediately used the turtle tactic, shrinking his men with all his strength, concentrating on the three islands, and abandoning the others.
There was nothing wrong with this originally, but invisibly, Mishima's troops became bloated, and their command and deployment were not as flexible as before. At this sudden moment of decisive battle, the sudden fogging was a fatal blow.
Gu Cheng stood erect on the bow of the dragon boat, raised one arm, fiddled with the clouds and mist, controlled the vitality of heaven and earth, and used the seventy-two magical powers of Earthly Evil to transform into small creatures.
Spread the fog! Borrow the wind!
This is a method of water warfare that uses the enemy as a teacher and learns from Zhou Yu.
In the world of immortal martial arts, the real battle is no longer a simple march and formation, military strategy, but immortal magic, Taoism, and magical restraint.
The Ming Dynasty has great martial arts but does not have these means. Gu Cheng will naturally not be polite and let them see it.
"That's unreasonable!"
When Xiao Aoshi arrived, what greeted him as the great leader was a scene of overwhelming defeat.
"Follow me to face the enemy!"
He gritted his teeth, shouted wildly, and leaped into the sky. His hands suddenly absorbed the surrounding vitality, transforming into thousands of dark green ghosts and evil spirits. He let out a piercing scream that could tear the sky and the sun.
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Heavenly demon slays gods! The demon soul soars into the sky!
When he can shrink, Xiaoaoshi shrinks with all his strength and hides behind the scenes;
But when the enemy reached their lair and there was no way to avoid it, he gave up all chances and attacked with all his strength.
But at this moment, one sword after another, across the sky and the earth, the mainstay, broke through the air and arrived.
The power of the sword is ancient and clumsy, it is ingenious but not workmanlike, and it is a unique sword.
The power of the sword is light and agile, turning complexity into simplicity, and all swords return to their origin.
Heavenly Sword Song Que! Heavenly Sword Wuming!
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"The overall situation has been decided!"
Seeing the smoke rising in all directions and the Wentian Alliance retreating steadily, Xiongba stroked his beard and chuckled.
Standing next to him was Yuan Bin, the commander of the Imperial Guards. He also nodded and said, "The Marquis has done a great job. I think it won't be long before I call you the Duke of the country!"
"Where there!"
Xiong Ba showed joy.
The titles of the Ming Dynasty are divided into three levels: Duke, Marquis and Bo. He changed from martial arts uncle to Zhongyong Hou, and then further, he became the auxiliary Duke.
"When Japan is leveled and the four seas are united, there will be no rivals in the world, and the emperor will not be able to continue to be wise!"
"When he becomes weak, this will be my opportunity!"
"Be patient! Be patient!"
Xiongba is so scheming, Yuan Bin has already jumped up and made a lightning save: "I'm sorry to be with you!"
"Brother Yuan! Brother Yuan?"
Xiongba saw Yuan Bin's ups and downs before disappearing into the Wentian League. Looking at the devastating Ming army again, he suddenly understood.
This is a good time to search for benefits!
The next moment, Xiongba also used Catching Wind and Shadow, and then entered the island.
To achieve great things, wealth is indispensable. The treasures of the Tianxiahui were contributed to the emperor in trouble. Thinking about it makes my heart hurt. Now that I have the opportunity, how can I just sit back and watch all the benefits be taken away by Jin Yiwei?
As an organization with a history of thousands of years, the Wentian Alliance has a formidable accumulation of heritage. Xiong Ba quickly gained something. He was playing with a crystal clear jade bracelet when a bright light suddenly passed by the corner of his eye.
The sudden appearance of the bald head in the crowd and the vaguely familiar face made Xiong Ba startled. He immediately took action and blocked the enemy with three parts of his energy. It was a young monk.
"Duanlang! Are you a monk?"
This man made Xiong Ba raise his eyes in surprise.
In his impression, Duan Lang was a young man who was ambitious but did not match his abilities. He wanted to revitalize the once glorious Duan family. How could such a person escape into Buddhism?
"The poor monk is polite!"
Duan Lang stood up without getting angry and clasped his hands together.
"It's too naive to pretend to be kind in front of me!"
Xiongba snorted coldly and pointed out the three-pointer.
He has always been decisive in killing without leaving any consequences. Duanlang was humiliated by him and escaped from Tianxiahui. He has already become an enemy. There is a huge sea of people, so there is no need to look for it, but now that he has bumped into him, how can he show mercy?
However, Duanlang raised his palms to meet him, and a set of Bodhidharma Divine Palms unfolded. They were much stronger than Shi Wu Zun in the past, and his skills were not inferior to Xiong Ba's.
The two exchanged dozens of moves, and they were evenly matched.
Xiong Ba was frightened and angry, unable to get off the tiger, but Duan Lang suddenly pulled away and clasped his hands together, "When is the time to retaliate? The poor monk is willing to take the benefactor to see an old friend to resolve the grievances between you and me. How about that?"
Xiongba already had the intention to retreat at this time. After hearing this, he took the opportunity to retreat and prepared to leave. He casually asked, "Who is it?"
Deep in Duanlang's eyes, there was a cruel look, which was very different from his compassionate temperament, and he slowly spit out a name, "The best god in the world, the Mud Bodhisattva!"