Stealing The Heavens

The first thousand and three chapters are more good (third)

In the past two days, some messy things have stirred up the pig's head. The spirit of the code is not very good. Today is three chapters. Have a look at the two days to get things done, and get a good mood code word. Ugh. . .

The pig's head can't help but vomit, and wait for the two days to open.

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Underground spirits, do not want to explain the behavior of Bai Qi and Han Xin’s soldiers. The white-haired soldiers used to be law-abiding, and there was no place for the moment. However, Han Xin’s means are extremely effective. He has fully exerted the advantages of human resources and ordnance weapons.

There is no need to waste the elite force to do things that ordinary soldiers can do.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers who are slightly stronger than mortals have a big battle, and they have withstood the assault of a million-year-old monk. The soldiers of Daxie continued to be devastated in the arrows, and the elite army of the spiritual dynasty was refueling in the military camps, waiting for the morale of the tyrannical decline, and the army of the dynasty smashed out from it. It is going to be a big defeat.

The battle of a million people, no matter whether it is against the big man or the spiritual dynasty, even if the loss of the soldiers is exhausted, it will not hurt the overall situation. But this represents the face of Bai Qi and Han Xin. No matter who loses, it is a great blow to themselves.

In particular, this is the first battle of the Great War and the Spiritual Total War. Whoever wins or loses will have a great impact on the morale of the two countries.

The arrows in the sky are like rain, and the big gentlemen who are on the left and right wings show a bit of fatigue. Their flesh still maintains ample power, but their souls have been exhausted, from noon to the evening, constantly being blown away by arrows, and constantly regaining their strength and rejoining the battlefield. You know, the whole body is inserted into the hedgehog like a hedgehog. This taste is not so good.

Some of the big gentlemen's movements have slowed down, they still have strength, but they have no war.

On the Baoshan package, Han Xin’s several members of the Ling Dynasty generals laughed loudly. They complimented Han Xin: “The handsome man, that’s the use of the soldiers, but when his soldiers are tired, my elite soldiers are headaches, at least Can eat half of his soldiers!"

Han Xin’s mouth was hooked and smiled. Then he shouted: “A group of stupid pigs, is it so easy to deal with? Isn’t he still standing in front of the broken wall? Be careful, watch him still. What is the means!"

Soon after half an hour passed, the two wives who had hit the Hanshin camp had lost more than 10,000 people. They were all unlucky and the arrows were shot in their heads. The arrows that exploded opened their heads. They completely cut off their vitality. Other soldiers did not know how many times they were injured by the arrow. Even many people's arms and thighs were blown up. They were only nourished by the Pangu purple, and they reborn their limbs and continued to join the battle group.

But again and again, the pains of repeated times made them tired, and the speed and frequency of the soldiers' charges were several times slower than when they just launched the attack at noon. Even some of the soldiers have hesitantly stood behind the team and have not continued to charge for a long time.

Han Xin on the mountain bag glanced at the white standing in the distance. He patted his hand gently, and one of the generals immediately slammed the dragon horn. The sharp and ugly horn sounded straight into the sky, and the dull pace of the sound rang. In the dynasty, the camp was full of food, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who had been recharged and squandered for a whole afternoon slowly left the barracks. They formed thousands of small and delicate cone-shaped charge formations on the hollow floor of the big camp. It was like a hungry wolf that was ready to fight, and slowly pushed toward the army of the two wings that had already shown their fatigue.

The spirit priests of the army floated over the army, and their palms continued to scatter large pieces of bones. The ghosts screamed and the spirits of the dynasty were covered with a faint smoldering fire with a certain defense and full of corrosive power. It also spits out the smoldering light. Hundreds of thousands of spiritual priests breathe at the same time, and the breath of 'whistling' sounds into a gust of wind, blowing the dust on the ground.

The hesitation and fear in these hearts were dispelled by the priests' spells, and strong warfare and killing desires controlled their minds. These soldiers of the spiritual dynasty turned into hundreds of thousands of bloodthirsty beasts, and barely maintained the last trace of the Qingming Qingming joined the battle group.

The dull drums of the drums rang, and a large number of priests wearing black robes appeared behind the two-winged squadron. They also sprinkled a large number of bones, and also imposed various defense bans on the soldiers. More priests screamed at the screaming spells, sprinkling a large **** light to dispel the exhaustion of the soldiers, to boost morale and let the soldiers have the strength to continue fighting.

With the blessings of the priests, the already exhausted grand priests were as energetic as the returning light, and they screamed to rush to the military camp of the dynasty. The intensive arrow rain has stopped, and the spiritual soldiers in the Tibetan soldiers have already returned to the camp through the tunnels. Only a few hundred thousand spirits and morale who have reached the peak state have slowly greeted them.

In the blink of an eye, the two armies were lumped together, killing and screaming, and the long-sword and sword smashed the air and smashed all the enemies before the edge. The generals led by the two sides went one-on-one, and the low-ranking officers were madly killed with the soldiers, and the blood was spilled all over the place.

The two sides were entangled with millions of soldiers, and the priests of both sides joined the battle group. The fire, the thunder, the ice storm, the snow whistling across the earth, a large number of soldiers were thrown up and shredded, and some of the soldiers suddenly turned black, or seven bleeds, or spit out long tongues, or shed a large amount of visceral blood. In the face of the strange priest curse, the two sides died in large pieces of death and injury.

Han Xin frowned, and the sharpness of the big men was beyond his imagination. Basically, two to three spiritual soldiers could barely fight against a big soldier. A quarter of an hour of war, the spiritual dynasty died and injured 100,000. Although more than 90,000 wounded soldiers quickly returned to the battlefield, their strength was greatly weakened.

The big warrior's blade has a strange blue color on it, which is a highly poisonous preparation by the Dalat priest. As long as it is injured by this poisonous weapon, even with the help of Pangu purple, the injured person is quickly recovered. It will also lose two or three percent of energy. As a result of this change, the soldiers of Daxie, although they are tired, have gradually gained the upper hand.

"The weapon is hardened?" Han Xin sneered with a long eyebrow: "Why is the priest of the spiritual dynasty not equipped with this poison?"

The spirits of the surrounding dynasty face the face, and all the priests of the spiritual dynasty were taught by the immortals of the heavens. In order to better control the spiritual dynasty, and not let the spiritual dynasty finally evolve into another big scorpion, the celestial people in the heavens are not stupid. To pass on all the human race techniques they know.

The poison on the soldiers of the great gentleman not only has a good weakening effect on the Terran soldiers, but also has a terrible lethal effect on the vulnerable body of the immortals. The immortals of the heavenly courts are not able to ruin these terrible poison formulas unless they have cramps in their brains. How can they pass the preparation methods of these poisons to the priests of the spiritual dynasty?

Han Xin had no choice but to spread his hands. He smiled bitterly. "I understand... Hey, the soldiers are not as good as others, the weapons and armaments are not as good as others. The wrong one is not a marching set. I am afraid that this army has long been I am annihilated! On this point, I dare to scream and destroy it."

The spiritual generals on the side did not dare to accept this statement. Han Xin’s complaints were not only directed at the spiritual dynasty, he was more complaining about some people in the heavens. In this case, Han Xin dares to say that he is hard enough in the backstage! But if these generals dare to say this, they will be missing in a few days.

After complaining for a while, Han Xin shook his head and shook his hand to shoot a fireball at high altitude.

The white fireball slammed the long tail of smoke and tens of miles high, and then burst into a glare at high altitude. The flames lasted for a long time, and there was a sudden madness in the surrounding forest.

Numerous repairs to the highest are only the monks in the realm of the Yuanshen, who took out from the distant forests and drove the Jianguang into the military array of Daxie. These monks slashed the sword light around, igniting all kinds of sinister and magical symbols on their hands, and then slammed the gods.

These monks are low-minded, but once they blew their power, they are extremely embarrassing. The blood of their explosion contained some strange scent. The nearby gentlemen smelled the scent and suddenly they had a soft bone. Some of them simply softened on the ground and let the soldiers of the dynasty They cut the head like a chopped vegetable.

Tens of thousands of monks rushed into the squadron, and their screams and spirits killed and wounded tens of thousands of sergeants. Their self-destruction smashed the array of great sergeants. The strange aroma that they exude in the body is similar to that of the drunken dragon. The big gentleman’s row is soft on the ground, and can only watch the spirit’s soldiers waving their swords to themselves. Cut it down.

White wrinkled and looked at his own pawn, and he shouted: "Han Xin, are you shameless, actually used poison?"

Han Xin snorted and sneered at him with a sneak peek. Suddenly awakened from the white, the Daxie’s soldiers were also sterilized on the blade. No one said anything. It’s not just Han Xin who used poison. White immediately changed his mind: "You have used these low-ranking monks, are you no one?"

Han Xin smiled disapprovingly: "With these incompetent monks defeating the army you led, you can show me the means!"

Han Xin, who laughed loudly, pointed his finger at the nine-group white fireball directly at high altitude. In the huge buzzing sounds, shouting and killing came from all sides. More than 200,000 monks who have been hiding in the mountains with various methods of scorpion have been madly killed. Like the self-destructive monks, they have inspired the **** and rushed into the army of the scorpion, and then blew themselves up. soul.

The flash of light in the void is shining, and the true spirits of these people are sucked away by the aura.

The military squad of Daxie was completely chaotic, and the soldiers were vain and weak, and they did not even have the strength to turn around and escape.

The spirits of the dynasty slashed the sword like a rain, and ruthlessly killed the soldiers of the big scorpion.

The white sullen face turned blue, and he waved his hand heavily.

Han Xin is a long-term casual voice: "White, my Korean credit force is like this, even if it is a group of garbage, as long as there are enough people, I can use them to defeat all the enemies in front of you. Do you have any follow-up means? No, I ordered the total attack!"

White smiled and looked back.

A Taoist wearing a blue robes and a skeleton singularity like Gusong walked out of the city slowly.