Chapter 1080 1080: The inversion of civil and military affairs (9) [Please give me a monthly vote]


    Compared with the momentum of Weicheng''s explosion, Jimo Qiu, who was alone, was like an ant that was about to be swallowed by hundreds of feet of sea waves.


    Shattering him and strangling him is just a ease.


    Before the killing move comes, the air waves go first.


    This strong wind can make the stones fly backwards. Even the elites of the two countries'' pioneer battalions can only stabilize the formation with the method of falling a thousand pounds. The battle flag in the camp was also greatly affected. Except for the big flag still standing, the others began to fall to the east or west, and even the flagpoles of several flags broke in the middle. This situation should not have happened, but after the civil and military reversal, the military soldiers of each battalion guarding the flag became scholars, and the number of scholars itself was much smaller than that of military soldiers. Only priority can be given to protecting the security of the flag and stabilizing the morale of the army.


    If the big banner stands, the army''s morale will gather and be as stable as Mount Tai!


    If the flag is over, the morale of the army will be dispersed and vulnerable!


    "Don''t worry about this!" Lin Feng saw that the flag was swaying, so he rushed to carry the flag guard immediately, flashed to the flag camp, and stabilized the flagpole with just one hand. Not to mention Tu Rong, who had originally guarded the flag, even Lin Feng himself was surprised.


    She couldn''t believe it was her strength!


    Lin Feng''s sword skills were taught by Chu Yao step by step. He also privately arrested Chu Jie to give her small stomp and feed her moves, and gradually matured as she grew older. In order to promote her strengths, she took a clever path and would never wave the second sword if she could kill the enemy with one sword!


    Naturally, the strength cannot be taken into account.


    In this world of martial arts explosion, the large bars made of ordinary materials are very easy to be taken down by the enemy. Both sides in the war have no choice but to put a lot of effort into the material. If you want to be strong and durable, the materials used in the table must be solid, and the overall weight can be imagined.


    Ordinary martial artists can barely carry the big sword, but if they want to carry the big sword and charge with the Pioneer Battalion, protect the safety of the big sword and fight the whole war, the physical strength required is extremely imaginable. It must be the natural divine power among martial artists!


    Tu Rong swallowed nervously.


    He whispered: "Lingde, are you sure you can?"


    Lin Feng tried it. The seemingly heavy big flag was too light when she got into her hands. It made her suspect that the big flag was fake, but looking at Tu Rong''s expression, you know that it was impossible to have fake one. The only explanation is that my strength may be...too great!


    She said decisively: "Precaution!"


    The big pen is here, and there is no need to lose anything!


    Tu Rong thought about his situation at this moment and gritted his teeth and said, "Senior brother and the soldiers in the camp will protect you and the big penis!"


    Under the strong wind, Jimo Qiu''s body remained as motionless as a mountain.


    He saw his fingers dipped in the void and said with a strong force: "The believer Jimo Shaobai, please help me!"


    The powerful pressure failed to show a little fear on his face, but instead, the clear left eye rarely adds an irresistible darkness. The fighting spirit in my eyes went from calm to surging, completely out of control, and it was like a small boat on a leaf pond surging into the river and sea with the wind and waves.


    Weicheng''s killing move is coming soon.


    The breath twisted the air into a transparent giant beast, rushing to Jimoqiu''s **** mouth, and countless fangs were ferocious and sharp. In the face of huge size, no one suspected that this giant beast could not include the ingredients in its mouth. But at this moment, a figure quietly appeared.


    That was a woman wearing a blue gauze dress and holding a sharp sword.


    To be precise, it is the phantom of Taoist women.


    A little sword pointed straight at the giant beast.


    The woman flipped her wrist and a sword energy was quietly swung out.


    The giant beast''s greedy beast''s eye flashed with disdain. The sword energy was very weak, at most half a foot long. It was hard to cut a bamboo. If you rub the edge of your own, you could crush it.


    In the next breath, the disdain in the pupils completely solidified, and before there was even time to change their emotions, its body shattered into hundreds or eighty pieces. It was strangled into scum and turned into a ball of primitive air.


    The strong wind instantly turned into a clear scenery.


    The phantom also disappeared.


    It appears quickly and disappears quickly.


    Most people didn''t have time to see what happened, but Gong Xichou noticed that the phantom''s outfit was exactly the same as the stone sculptures of the **** statues worshipped in the clan. This discovery finally made the hang''s heart fall to the ground, and the breath he was holding was completely relaxed. He was originally worried that his elder brother would suffer a great loss at Weicheng''s hands, but he never thought that his elder brother could even invite the gods when his god''s power was sealed. Using what Alai said in his letter to home, the situation in front of him is really a kiss to the First Emperor—


    Stay win!


    The flames in Wei Cheng''s eyes were beating uneasy.


    As a bone, he would not feel tired, nor would he breathe. Only the two clusters of life fires that were slightly lighter in color could reflect his current state. Looking at Jimo Qiu surrounded by smoke and dust, thinking about the scene where he was broken by a strange phantom just now, Wei Cheng''s murderous intent was even heavier, and the evil and turbid black fog was constantly gushing out of his body and turning into substance!


    At first glance, it seems like **** of black juice that are of different sizes and lose their gravity. When the wind blows, it not only blows them a little, but also brings their smell.


    That is an indescribable stench.


    It makes people feel nauseous, countless evil thoughts float through their hearts. Those scenes will make people feel inexplicably murderous intent, they will not like anything they see, and they will destroy everything they see, wishing to kill all the living things they see, and greedily swallow their blood.


    Only in this way can this horrible restlessness be relieved.


    Jimo Qiu was affected, let alone others?


    Chen Tang took the lead in reacting.


    The only military soldiers in the army who had the strength of the second-class military soldiers, now they turned into literary scholars with a little literary spirit. The scholar''s spiritual spirit took seven or eight times to barely succeed. However, the effect was not good, so they could only take care of themselves. The half-baked literary scholars transformed by high-level generals did not perform much better, and they were all busy recalling Yan Ling who had memorized not long ago.


    Shunting and concentrating the air, and some people even bring strong winds in the opposite direction to blow the polluted air to the high country camp.


    The chaos of war is even more chaotic than being chopped up by a big flag.


    Wei Shou barely supported a literary city wall.


    Looking at the pitiful height of the city wall, his old face turned red.


    "Hahahaha, I really didn''t expect it... You usually see that you use this thing easily, but you will know that it''s so difficult and so difficult..." Wei Shou often laughed at Chu Yao on weekdays, and took the old bull''s nose to raise a wall of literary energy. The general with a slightly stronger defense ability was not enough to punch him. What''s the need for this thing to exist?


    It''s just a waste!


    You can make it ruined with a slight move!


    Only after I get started with it myself can I know how difficult it is.


    Looking at the tofu project and the literary city wall, he begged his grandfather and grandma in his heart, not asking for anyone to be stopped, nor asking for how useful it is, but asking for it to block the smell outside the city wall. Fortunately, God is still giving face, and the Wenqi City Wall has been firmly held.


    Wei Shou touched his beard and said, "I have the posture of Wenqu."


    You can succeed the first time!


    Chu Yao: “…”


    At this moment, I was too lazy to pay attention to Wei Shou.


    His focus was on Wei Cheng.


    The meaning of a warrior is to predict the future in a small range. To be precise, it is to see what the target will experience in the future. Chu Yao just uses it as a reference - the future that can be seen and changed, or can it be the future?


    This is at best a possibility for the future.


    Therefore, Chu Yao attaches more importance to the invariant in the "future".


    Wei Shou saw Chu Yao ignore him and glaring at him, but he did not make any mistakes. No matter who can see Chu Yao''s face is a little pale, and his originally surging martial arts are consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Chu Yao suddenly withdrew his strength and took two steps back.


    Wei Shou was still quick-eyed and quick-handed, and he used his palm to stabilize his vest.


    Chu Yao said, "I''m fine."


    He said nothing was wrong, but in fact he was sweating profusely and looked disgusted.


    Gu Chi was also waiting for the result: "What can Wuhui see?"


    Chu Yao looked at the direction of the formation, looked back and ran into the concerned and anxious look of the Lord. He said, "I just went to see the future of Jimo High Priest, and I looked at Wei Yucheng again, which was a bit unexpected. His bones carried a hundred people, or "ghosts"! One of them had a similar outfit to Jimo High Priest''s style, and the two sides were still confronting each other."


    It is not very accurate to say that it is a confrontation.


    The female high priest suppressed a group of people.


    And the identity of that group of people—


    Chu Yao said a pity in a subtle tone. "It''s a pity that Yuanliang is not here in this battle."


    Chen Tang was confused when he heard this: "Is there any connection with Yuan Liang?"


    He is really hungry, not satisfied with his enemies from the same era, and has gotten married to those old things that should have passed away long ago?


    Chu Yao whispered in her ear: "Didn''t Yuanliang say that members of the Gods Society have been unable to contact each other?"


    Chen Tang suddenly opened his almond eyes widened.


    Gasping: "You mean..."


    Those hundreds of "ghosts" who were cooked and eaten by Weicheng as ingredients and were trapped in their stomachs are suspected to be members of the Gods Society?


    Chu Yao affirmed: "It should be."


    The Gods Society also has members replaced.


    I just don’t know if the people who are being swallowed are members of the contemporary internal society.


    But their identities can be confirmed, and there will be no mistakes.


    Chen Tang felt absurd at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was logical - the Wu Kingdom was only one step away from unification, but unexpectedly, the gods would secretly plot and a single step led to the hidden dangers of the Wu Kingdom erupting early, and the huge force collapsed overnight. Weicheng seemed to be still thinking about the Wu Kingdom and the old master. It was not impossible for him to swallow his enemies to avenge his first master. The two positions are in opposition.


    What she didn''t understand was why there was a high priest.


    It is impossible for a hundred "ghosts" to hate Wei Cheng. It is inevitable that they will cause trouble to seize control of Wei Cheng''s bones. Why do people who are suspected of high priests help Wei Cheng suppress these "ghosts"? To talk about hatred, the Gongxi clan and Weicheng also have a life-and-death grudge.


    "Do they all have their own consciousness?"


    Chu Yao nodded and affirmed Chen Tang''s guess.


    On the battlefield, the murderous aura is so strong that it is terrifying.


    A bunch of black juice condensed into hundreds of blurred human faces in the air, and then turned from human faces to human heads. The appearance of these heads is exactly the same as the faces on Wei Cheng''s body. Their facial features were ferocious and distorted, and their mouths were wailing like no human.


    The sounds of "tearing" and "revenge" are like evil ghosts whispering in their ears. Just listening to them makes them feel a urge to get hairy on their backs.


    These heads rushed to fly to Jimoqiu.


    But there is always a black line connecting the head and Weicheng, which limits their freedom. Even if their facial features were ferocious and forceful, they could not continue to get closer to the target. Jimo Qiu looked at this scene coldly. Although he didn''t know the identities of these people, he also guessed the truth. His eyes fell on the human face on Wei Cheng''s chest, and the other faces flew out, but she didn''t move.


    "You can''t kill me with them."


    Jimo Qiu opened his mouth to test.


    Wei Cheng seemed to be unable to hear his words, and a sharp roar came out of his mouth. As the scream echoed through the sky, hundreds of heads flying in the air were all excited. If you put in a harder force this time, the black thread would easily break. The head flew wildly to Jimoqiu.


    Jimo Qiu transformed a long spear from his hand.


    The long red tassels under the tip of the gun turned into red and white flames with a thud.


    "Do you know what dead people fear the most?"


    Jimo Qiu didn''t expect to get the answer from the head.


    The huge force mixed with infinite momentum, and hit the head with the gun wind. The gun shadows in the sky opened up a field all over him, and the pouring of martial energy turned into flames that were as strong as the sun. The fastest-flying head had no time to stop, and he fell into a barrier paved with gun shadows. Before he could even scream, he was beaten into ashes.


    Sizzling sound!


    “Where to escape—”


    Endless gun flowers condense the scenery of the flying dragon in the sky.


    One red and white flame after another bloomed in the air, and this scene can be called the word "prosperous scene". It’s a pity that those heads have no blessing to be able to withstand this beauty, just because they will scream in pain if they are stained with a little red and white flame.


    People can’t help but think of the four words “souls are gone”.


    The slow-flying head saw the fate of other heads, fear surpassed greed, and they screamed and ran away in all directions. This move is just useless! Some of the more clever ones flew directly to Weicheng. They usually hate Weicheng so much that they are itchy, hate him for killing himself, hate him for suppressing and imprisoning himself, making them unable to get rid of them, but at this moment they don’t care about these things.


    Freedom does life matter?


    Unexpectedly, this retreat was also cut off.


    The one who cut it off was not someone else, but Wei Cheng’s original deity.


    Shen Tang looked at this scene without any surprise and murmured: "Wei Cheng is killing people with a knife, it''s really high."


    It seems to confirm Shen Tang’s guess.


    Wei Cheng raised his palm and slapped the man''s head back.


    The head fell heavily to the ground, and the black fog faded a little.


    “Wei Yucheng—”


    Several heads immediately reacted.


    There was a huge hatred in his mouth.


    Wei Cheng tilted his head and saw Jimo Qiu coming, and shot him and sent all the heads away. He was completely satisfied when he saw them disappear completely. He looked up and the flames in his eyes met Jimo Qiu who was looking calmly: "Shu Zi, do you have a last word?"


    Jimo Qiu just looked at his chest without saying a word.


    This scene made Wu Xian''s heart rise to his throat again.


    "National Master, do you need it-"


    "Need not."


    The national teacher smiled satisfied with a smile on his lips.


    "Twenty-year-old Marquis, one person is enough!"


    At the same time, Wei Cheng also said in a good mood: "For the sake of your help, you will allow you to leave your last words. I have finally gotten rid of my stubborn illness for so many years."


    He was intoxicated by the taste of returning to his full state.


    "I will keep you a whole body."


    Shen Tang looked at Wei Cheng and said in his heart: "Not necessarily."


    Champagne halfway is the most deadly.


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