Immortal Devil Transformation

At this time, Jiu 'an Ling, a world entirely of iron and blood, was unrivalled. However, at this moment, looking at the front-end of the cloud ladder as cast iron, all Yunqin soldiers had a slight stagnation in their eyes. Their faces were very complicated, some despicable and angry, but more blatant and fearful.

Even the mausoleum governor, Zhuohe, with a certain conviction, is in the same mood at this time. Smell the sky moon, the Supreme Commander of the reckless Seven armies, and then come to the front line and attack the city personally... There is no one in the city who can stop his practitioners, what about Jiu 'an Mausoleum?

“Die and die. ”

The cloud ladder was erected against the head of the city amidst numerous arrows, while more than ten meters were left to connect, a private schoolteacher with a long gun who had been fighting on the city floor sighed, then ran, his body flew like a feather and flew to the smeller's moon on the cloud ladder.

This is a folk practitioner of Jiu 'an Ling. The vast majority of the army did not even know his name. He only knew that the previous fighting was tense. When the majority of the people in Jiu 'an Ling left, he and some young adults stayed in the city.

At this time, he headed up the cloud ladder and fell towards the city building smelling the moon, stabbing a long gun in his hand, smelling the body of the moon still, just a glance at him.

At such a simple glance, a sword light had crossed the gun and cut the head of the private schoolmaster.

The private schoolmaster's head and body were separated and dropped on the lower city floor.

Blood spray.

This private schoolteacher's previous sigh was not loud, the head was cut off by the smell of the moon, and there was no resistance at all... However, this is the scene that did not bring more despair to all Yunqin soldiers, but rather set fire to the hearts and eyes of all Yunqin soldiers.

“Traitor! ”

A Black Armor schoolmaster gripped the knife in his hand, scornfully laughed, and rushed up to smell the moon.

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A named Yun Qin soldier fell.

Smell the moon walking on the walls.

No one could stop him, not knowing how many sergeants and practitioners fell under his sword.

But more and more Yun Qin soldiers rushed towards him, like the tide, although he can still move forward, behind him around, but all and the tide cut off, and drowned.

His figure was completely submerged in black tide and blood rain.

After not knowing how long, the tide gradually disappeared.

The body of the smelling moon slowly appeared. He stood between them with a curly black sword on his hands.

He had overlapping bodies all around him.

The whole of Jiu 'an Mausoleum began to gradually become calm.

A reckless general suddenly felt unknown tiredness and panic.

They have been involved in several siege battles before, but this time, unlike the previous ones, I wonder if it's just because of the decapitated private schoolmaster... Jiu 'an Mausoleum has been completely breached, but there has been no alley war at all. All those who can fight in the mausoleum have either rushed into the city building or rushed near the city wall.

This is totally unlawful and cannot kill more reckless soldiers… Yet this city at this moment is more exhausting and frightening to this reckless general than killing more reckless soldiers.

His body swayed, and in his gaze, dozens of Yun Qin soldiers already surrounded by the regiment, under the stabbing of various long soldiers blades of the Grand Reckless Army, still trying to approach the smelling of the human moon here, instead, those who surrounded these Yun Qin soldiers, retreated in fear.

The reckless general also saw that, even if powerful enough to kill anyone in the city between breaths, the sniffer moon, his armor was covered with all sorts of marks, even on his face, leaving some white marks of the slaughter of soldiers. At the end of the battle, in order to save soul power, the smell of the human moon stopped even using the flying sword, only to kill close enemies with physical and combat skills.

Smell these marks on the moon, suddenly leaving some unknown despair in the heart of this reckless commander.

Smells like the sky moon doesn't care about the scattered surrounded Yun Qin soldiers.

He slowly walked down to the city building and came to the line already assembled before waiting for his light cavalry.

Even though his armor kept dropping some metal dust between walks, and even though his soul strength was nearly exhausted, his divine face remained strong and calm and steadfast.

He climbed on the horse, closed his eyes and quickly entered the meditation practice.

A deputy next to him helped him tow the horse, a light cavalry that rapidly crossed the Nine Am Mausoleum and continued to storm.

This night, the smeller of the moon suddenly came to the battlefield, the Jiuan Mausoleum, one of the barrier on the western side of the falling starling mausoleum, 40,000 Yunqin soldiers died, the smeller of the moon did not rest, led the cavalry another 300 miles, burned the horizon remote grain warehouse.

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In the time before the grain warehouse, which was long enough to support three fortresses in Nanling Province for more than a dozen days, was burned down, a Yun Qin Dajun, who had received news from Heng 'an Ling and rushed to Jiu 'an Ling, encountered a large reckless army on a plain.

This reckless army could not reasonably have appeared in such an area.

Being able to show up here is only after a long march and a severe overrun.

The same is true of many of these reckless soldiers, who are extremely tired and show signs of even minor dehydration.

The number of Yun Qin troops departing from Heng An Ling is 30,000, and the number of this large reckless army is only around 30,000, and there is no time to arrange any work on this plain area.

As the Pioneer Army passed these exact messages to the Chinese Army, the eyes of the highest-ranking General Yun Qin of the Army instantly became bright as stars.

Without hesitation, he ordered an all-army raid.

The sooner they arrive, the sooner they will have the chance to avenge the Kowloon generals and take back the Kowloon, even if the Kowloon has failed.

The one-to-one ratio of Yunqin troops has never feared reckless armies. Especially when the other party's physical strength has exceeded its limit and the battle power has greatly decreased, to this Yunqin senior general, down to every soldier, there is sufficient confidence to quickly turn this battle into a one-sided massacre.

Blood battles soon began.

However, after a long time, it was not the Yun Qin army that thought it must prevail, but the reckless army that began walking hard in the bloodshed, cleaning up armaments and retreating in the direction of Jiu 'an Mausoleum.

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Night again covered the falling star mausoleum.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a plain blouse and covered in dust along the official road, walked into the starling mausoleum and into the camp tent where Gu Yunjing placed a huge sand tray.

Looking at the shadow of this middle-aged man, many of the sergeants of Yun Qin worried along the way due to the recent unfavourable fighting are wondering in their hearts what the middle-aged man really is. It is really necessary for General Gu's close leader to leave the falling star mausoleum to greet him. General Gu needs to prepare sand plates early for his arrival.

There are only three people left in Nodak's tent.

The hair is white and the corners of the eyes begin to wrinkle Gu Yunjing.

The cold-blooded general who followed him all the time, always wearing a dark red metal mask.

And this middle-aged man in a plain blouse.

The middle-aged man unraveled the enclosure that blocked the wind and sand, revealing his face and shaking the dust from his body.

He's Zhou Ruohai.

Wen Xuanxun pivot before Yun Qin Shufu.

There was no redundant rhetoric, just that he had begun to salute each other. Full of dust, he looked carefully at the sand plate in front of him and asked seriously, "Does it look even now? ”

“Looks like it.” Gu Yunjing looked at him and smiled: “But actually, the smell of human beings in front of the moon is mostly hard supported by recklessness and the seizure of some of our Yunqin's large armaments, but in fact, he has accumulated a lot of armaments from some of the workshops in Purgatory Mountain. These weapons are light weapons and are not obviously useful when attacking a city, but in the ensuing penetration, an equal number of Yunqin troops cannot be defeated at all. ”

“These are the days he's thinking about.” Zhou Shuzhu frowned slightly and moaned.

Gu Yunjing said: “Most local armies are still on their way. As long as they take down the starling mausoleum in these few days, the whole deployment will be chaotic. These subsequent local armies will not be useful at all. The war is nearing its end. In the chaos, it is absolutely capable of annihilating the local armies of these dragons one after the other. ”

“The two sides fought only for a few days.” Zhou Shuzhu said quietly: “He has accumulated the advantages of lightweight ordnance only for a few days, and the rapid penetration of the reckless army can only last a few days. ”

“Yun Qin's civil unrest, the three provinces behind them were suddenly emptied. These days, when the beginning and end were not completely connected, the smell of the human moon was a true hero, only seized this opportunity.” Gu Yunjing smiled, “But this is also a great opportunity for us to fight back as long as we resist the blow of all his power. ”

After a slight meal, Gu Yun lit up the falling star mausoleum in the sand pan and said: “The falling star mausoleum is not the place of this duel, but I fought back where it began. ”

Looking at Yunjing's fingers and watching the rest of the movement on the sand tray, Zhou Shuzhu seems to have fully understood, "Where is the place of duel? ”

“Tian 'an Ling has lost, Heng 'an Ling must lose, the reckless army can easily enter from the west side, the soldiers have fallen under the starling city has become final.” Gu Yunjing raised two small black flags on the northeast side, “the place of duel is here in Shaohua Ling and Dongjing Ling. Starting with the reckless army taking down the star mausoleum, the number of victories and losses is in three days, I will persist for three days... As long as Shaohua Ling is not lost, the local military main force of Nanking Province with a large quantity of heavy armaments will pass through Shaohua Ling and reach Falling Star Ling in three days. There is a large and reckless army along the way, and it will take the Dongjing Mausoleum, creating a clamping momentum against the falling star mausoleum. If Dong Jingling falls within three days, and that reckless army arrives at the falling star, I can't defend the falling star mausoleum even if I put my life to work and smashed all my bosses here. After losing grass and ammunition in the falling star mausoleum, the next thing you need to smell the moon, just ignore the mausoleum, just play the wolf fat sheep, a game to destroy the local army. ”

At this moment, the reckless army is penetrating many places, there is a war everywhere, the war situation is extremely chaotic, but for people like Gu Yunjing, the battle situation has developed to this stage, the fog in front of them has been dispersed, the symptoms of this war have clearly emerged.

On the big side of the spectrum at this time, it was only bright sun warfare, and only in the midst of these critical points of strife and fighting did the parties have all sorts of plots and ways of using their troops.

Zhou Shusuke's battle scene was also clear and clear, so he simply looked up at Gu Yunjing and asked: “Where am I going? Shao Hualing or Dong Jingling? ”

“Shao Hualing.” Gu Yunjing looked at him and said: “Dongjingling will have Qingzheng College. ”

Zhou Shuzhu nodded and again surrounded the dusty enclosure on the dry road. “Okay, I'm going to Shaohua Ling. ”

One of the first and last servants to the country, the wind and dust servant came to the falling star mausoleum without any stops, turned around and went to the most dangerous place. Gu Yunjing's face was no different, but he bowed deeply and walked towards him for a gift of farewell.