The Human Emperor

“The wounded cavalry is in danger! ”

Next to Fumon Lingcha, the guards of He Batano and Xidu will look at the distance to destroy the lackluster 5,000 white male soldiers, with a glimmer of apprehension in their eyes. Although everyone's positions differed, Wang Chong offended himself to protect himself, but at this time, he saw the power of Us Tibetans, and everyone could not help but feel the same way.

After all, everyone is Tang, and, in the end, Yingxi Du Guards are going to fight Dayan Mampong Jie.

“Boom, boom, boom! ”

The mountain river shook, 5,000 white male soldiers stormed together, but it erupted like tens of thousands of armies, a momentum that never went forward and flourished. If the first White Male soldier can be one enemy and one enemy, then the current White Male soldier, after completing the formation change, finally demonstrates his ability as the guard of the Us Tibetan plateau, the Arch King, to defend the world and the most powerful species of Us Tibetan.

What Bai Xiong soldiers are showing now is not one stop, two stop, three stop, but a horrible display of one enemy, eight stop, nine stop, even ten stop horrible power.

- This is the true face of the horrible regiment that can rival the heavy horsemen on the plateau and in the Great * * Raymark.

Boom-room, plateau vibration, the earth as if it were about to split apart. In front of these 5,000 white male soldiers, any famous general will feel a deep chestnut and shock, as well as an infinite amount of pressure.

“Finally! ”

On the other side of the battlefield, just behind the countless walls of silver and white steel, Wang pupils contracted and looked at the army of white male soldiers rolling across the street, revealing unprecedented clotting in his eyes.

Daben Array!

Dayan Mang Pojie finally exhibited this white male soldier who was in the Us Tibetan Plateau in battle with the Legion of Maklium, coming from the Temple of the Great Snow Mountain in Us Tibetan Sanctuary, the most powerful formation of the entire plateau!

“Benzene," which stands for "Benzenism," one of the oldest denominations on the Us Tibetan plateau, was even born far beyond the religion of the Us Tibetan Empire and even the Great Snow Mountain Temple, the oldest denomination on the plateau.

All Us Tibetans believe that this Biben religion belongs to an ancient civilization that has disappeared on the plateau. And Big Ben is similar to the Great Snow Mountain Temple of that era. All the information about the monument, including the Bibenism, has disappeared and only the remaining scaly claws have been passed down and kept in the Great Snow Mountain Temple for future generations to watch.

The Great Benzene Array, which is preserved in the Temple of the Great Snow Mountain, belongs to a powerful method of formation of the "Great Benzene Church”, including the white male soldiers of Dayan Mapo Pojie, trained with the secret method of the Great Benzene Church.

--The mysterious white pattern painted on both sides of the white male soldier Green Horse is the mark of the Big Ben religion.

These are the Great Havoc Era, coming from the Us Tibetan Plateau!

When the White Male soldier of Dayan Mapoje exhibited the "Great Benzene Front”, it represented almost the entire plateau and was one of the most powerful cavalry forces in the entire world! There are absolutely few soldiers who can stand at this peak, and Bai Xiong is one of them, as is the Magurywood Corps of the Great Foods.

And Wong Chong's Wounded Iron Rider is among them!

However, in his previous life, Wang Chung never had a chance to lead the "Horse Mount Wounded Iron" and the “White Male Soldier” of Dayan Mapoje, the god of war of Us Tin Shuro.

“That's all right, let's see who's better! Who's really the strongest cavalry in the world! ”

Windy Ho, Wang strode on the white hoof and looked across the street, his eyes flashed an unprecedented light.

In the previous generation, when Wang emerged, hundreds of meteorites and stars were dimmed, although they were called the First Soldier of the Thousand Ancients, and were recognized by their predecessors. But deep in Wang Zhong's heart, as a pure general, there was some regret that he was not able to compete with his true, powerful opponents.

Wuzhu Iron Cavalry called the world's first cavalry. Although this title was obtained in the battle with the infiltrators and was recognized by all, Wuzhu Iron Cavalry did not compete with the white male soldiers of the Usu Tibetan Plateau, Wuzhu did not defeat Datang, defeated Gao Xianzhi and Ansidu Guard's Carnivorous Marquelium Corps, and Wuzhu Iron Cavalry did not fight the Turks, which inevitably had some false names.

And now I can finally make up for one of those regrets.

“Ready!”

With a loud noise, the Wang clash suddenly drew out a long sword, opposite the oblique finger, the silver-white Uzbek steel sword under the clouds, flashing an icy light. In an instant, the momentum of all gathered together, and the Ten Decades changed.

Originally just a prototype ten-dollar showdown, suddenly the killing breath became more than several times intense.

Wang Chong's gaze looked distant across the street, and the gaze of 5,000 Wounded Iron Riders also gathered across the street.

1,300, 1,200, 11,100, 1,000...

The distance is getting closer and closer. As the speed of the Legion of White Men who carried out the "Great Benzene Front” accelerated, the aura burst out on their bodies became stronger and more terrifying. Over 5,000 White Men, the void distorted, hidden revealed a huge, ancient, white “*” symbol, giving people a powerful pressure.

An invisible sense of mental oppression can be felt just by looking at it from a distance.

But the most terrifying thing is the fusion of the aura and power of 5,000 white male soldiers, which is the most heartbreaking when 5,000 men and horses as a whole fight.

However, in the face of the white male soldiers in this state, Wang Zhuang's eyes are still flat and immovable.

950, 900, 850, 800!

The distance is getting closer and stronger, but Wang Chong is still inactive. His eyes were slightly closed and he was still waiting for a moment when the momentum of Dayan Mang Pojie reached its peak and there was no way back. This time, he will not only defeat Dayan Mang Pojie, but also solve the scourge of Xixi once and for all.

750, 700! ……

The distance is getting closer and slowly less than 2,000 meters, and it is slowly becoming dangerous.

650, 600!

“Wang Chong, bring your life! ”

One voice sounded like thunder, sounding heaven and earth, Dayan Mangbojie heavenly lying on the Great Snow Mountain Goddess, long gun, the first drank noise.

“Humph!”

Wang shouted coldly, and the long sword in his hand almost simultaneously waved and gave the order to strike.

“Boom Lung! ”

With a huge shock from the heavens and the earth, 5,000 horseback iron riding was like a running flood, suddenly shouting out. At that moment, the earth lost its voice, and the whole plateau was overshadowed.

“Hee-hee! ”

The horse hissed like a giant suddenly tore off his disguise, 5,000 wounded iron riding like a landslide, suddenly burst into an extremely terrifying and powerful atmosphere.

Sigh, one halo after another, tens of thousands, instantly and continuously fell down, wrapped under the foot of 5,000 Wounded Iron, but then, when the silent Wounded Iron rode to a staggering height, it actually completely blocked the outbreak of the White Hung army of Dayan Muang Pojie.

If the original 5,000 Wounded Iron Knight was compared to the army of white male soldiers at its peak, like a child, then at this moment, when the king gave the order to strike, the smell of 5,000 Wounded Iron Knight burst suddenly, from a child to an adult.

Although it is not yet possible to compare it with Dayan Mambojie, who carried out the Big Benzene Front, he is qualified to compete with the White Hung legions.

“What?! ”

Seeing this scene, Dayan Mambojie's pupils shrunk and his heart trembled violently. And yet this is far from over...

“Boom!”

A noise of steel broke the long sky, the white hoof under the king's throne hissed, people stood up, the wind was wide, the light flashed, just in everyone's eyes, a dark red spiral halo grew from small to large, from the foot of the white hoof to quickly shake, spread to all the wounded iron foot riding.

Ulu-o!

At the moment of the leap, Wang Chung instantly released this strongest cavalry halo, the raging iron and steel roar, and three consecutive rays of light continued to be released, spreading to the entire army.

At this moment, Wang Zhuang showed everyone the power of this luminous ring.

Ten lengths!

Five thousand wounded iron riding rapidly soared to an alarming speed. The usual iron riding takes 500 meters to complete the acceleration. Five thousand wounded iron riding reached within the range of these ten legs, 30 meters.

20 fathers!

A tidal wave came out from under the horseshoe and swept a hundred feet off the floor. After 5,000 wounded iron rides, there had been trace residues. But at a distance of 20 husbands, 5,000 wounded iron rides have accelerated to the maximum speed of ordinary horses.

Thirty!

The speed achieved by the horsemen of Wounded Iron at this moment is enough to silence many of the cavalry and sigh. However, with the addition of the Ulu-on ring, the 5,000 Ulu-on Iron Mount is still accelerating.

Fifty!

The earth roared, and the horse wounded iron at this moment was like a thunderbolt, dragging out a long, 100-meter-long white blank mark behind it, while the horse wounded iron at 5,000 still accelerated...

“How could it be so fast?! ”

The explosive power and impact of 5,000 Wounded Iron Rides shocked everyone. A warlord of the famous Shixidu Protectorate shuddered, sitting unconsciously upright, and the far reaches could not help but jump at the corner of his eyes.

It is well known that the faster a cavalry speeds, the more powerful it becomes. Wang Chong was able to increase the speed of the army to that level within fifty centuries. It was unknown and unknown.

And the speed of the 5,000 Wounded Iron Ride is still increasing...

Eighty!

The army raised dust 100 feet high.

Hundred feet!

At last, the speed of the 5,000 Wounded Iron Ride soared to the extreme, the earth roared, as if it could not bear this power, to break apart, and the speed of the Wounded Iron Ride was even more at this moment, completely exceeding that of the white male soldier of Dayan Mapoje, to reach a speed that no cavalry has yet reached in the whole world.