MTL - World of Cultivation-~ The forty-nine thirteenth

The 427th Mozu Warfare

Poor Ming Lie Sheng Yuan, can be described as a flying disaster, was sneaked into the cold. Although the Ming dynasty has always been vigilant, the cold sneak attack did not cause too much casualties, but still made them embarrassed.

Liang Wei experienced the last battle, the hatred of the repairer went deep into the bone marrow. The backbone of his team was the survivor of the Frost Corps. When they saw Ming Lie, their eyes were suddenly bloodshot and killing.

One party has been accumulating for a long time, and the other party has been rushing to fight. Although there is no master in the Liangwei Department, it still presses the Ming Lie Department.

Ming Lie's face is dignified, the configuration of this team is not high in front of him, but the method of warfare is fierce, and he is not afraid of death!

His eyes fell on the young and handsome warrior in the other side, and his heart was full of surprises. Ming Lie is very clear about the division of the demon's army. This team that brought him tremendous pressure is not the core army of the Yaozu! And this young warrior is just a silver warrior!

How can this be?

When did the Ordinary Legion have such a powerful level? When is a silver warrior able to compete with himself?

His successive instructions were all invisible to the other side. Five interest! A full five-point! Ming Lie issued six orders, but the situation of both sides has not changed!

The look on the pine face is also severe. He is not a warrior, but he feels more clearly. He felt that they fell into a big net, and they couldn’t help it!

A sword repairer ten feet away from him was hit by several magic tricks at the same time, and the whole person smashed into countless ice slag!

The screams are one after another, the cooperation of the other party is extremely tacit, and the level of the magic is not high, but with the cooperation, the power is quite amazing. There was a faint sorrow in the pine eye, and he died on the battlefield. Even the soul could not escape!

The magic and the sword light lit up the void, and some did not enter the blood fog, stirring the blood and fog.

The collision between the two sides is short and intense!

Cool and unmoved, staring at the other side coldly, his knowledge of the gods spread like a big net, every detail on the battlefield fell into his grasp. The protective mask of the foremost war demon was instantly smashed by several swords. He couldn’t even send out a scream, and he was twisted into a **** rain.

[Bing Xinyuan] quietly running, the heart is like an ice sheet, and the dust is not stained. Before the cold, he was deeply loved by the head of the army, secretly teaching him the top of the Frost Corps [Bing Xinyuan].

Although Liang Wei is only a silver warrior, but through the difficult side of the flank guard war, let him reborn. It is also this point that the Presbyterian Church allowed him to act independently.

Cool and very clear about the pros and cons of both sides, he has no masters, can not be stuck in a stalemate. The master of the other party is always in a thick protection. If you want to change the number of people, the sacrifice is too great.

A hit, no love, no effort to pull back!

The blood fog all over the **** world is the best cover for the demon. Thousands of war demon, while retreating, the formation is neat and uniform, the war demon behind the temple, the hand flashes.

"Stop!" Ming Lie drunk, shouting a few people who are going to pursue, the other side's formation is strict, no flaws.

Ming Lie's face is blue, and chasing will fall into the trap of the other side.

Combat statistics quickly came out, and Ming Lie lost nearly 80 people, while the other party injured six people. Such a disparity in the proportion of war damage, like a loud slap, squatting on his face.

Before the departure, the other party's cold and indifferent eyes are like the sharpest ridicule. A silver warrior, dare to be so crazy in front of himself!

Ming Lie took a deep breath and kept himself calm.

Matsui did not speak with interest, and to be honest, he was shocked by the rapid attack. When he was very young, he began to practice outside, and he experienced the thrilling scenes, but until today he realized that the thrills he had experienced before were only pediatrics compared with the real war.

In the blink of an eye, eighty living people are erased, how cruel this is!

But what made him feel chilly was the young demon warrior, his cold eyes, and no trace of affection. With one hit, there is no muddy water, and it is scary and scary. Looking at the face of Ming Lie Tie, Song Yuan knows how bad his brother’s mood is at this time.

He didn't know the war, but he knew that the level of Minglie's brother was in Kunlun. Otherwise, this door will not give him such a first battle.

Master Minglie’s brother suffered a loss in the hands of a little-known demon warrior. If the news is passed back to the martial art, it will definitely cause everyone to be in vain.

It’s really dangerous here!

The heart of the pine circle is faint.

The battle behind him did not attract the attention of Zuo Mo, and his attention was all on the three magic soldiers who rushed to the front. He looked very carefully, although the character of Pu Yao has always been bad, but it will not be targeted.

This careful study immediately has new discoveries, and the magic war will be different from the demon war!

The demon war will control the team through the knowledge of the gods, referring to the arm, and advance and retreat. The magic war will not pay attention to the formation, hula, and chaos.

but……

In the vision of Zuo Mo, those seemingly scattered magic soldiers, the breath is tightly brought together! The atmosphere of hundreds of magic soldiers gathers together, and they are all in one, and the power is suddenly different!

Zuo Mo seems to see hundreds of tendons, intertwined with each other, suddenly tightened, turned into a fist!

Three magic soldiers, like three powerful fists!

"The demon's tactics are simple and simple, gathering one for one, breaking the law with force, seemingly simple, but extremely effective. The war of the Mozu is the only one of the three warriors who requires personal courage." One turn: "Your brain is stupid, the Mozu's tactics are more suitable for you."

Zuo Mo looked eager to try: "How can we get together?"

"Hey, Wei knows." Pu Yao is not responsible.

Wei opened his eyes with helplessness and looked at Pu Yao with dissatisfaction. Ever since encountering strange corpses and seeing an ancient existence more than oneself, Wei’s urgency to seek the inheritors has been unconsciously faint. After returning from the obsession, he suddenly realized that the object he had guarded in the past had already been annihilated in the rivers of the years.

Engraved on the tombstone, it is only his personal collection.

Pu Yao can also meet the descendants of his deceased, maintain the connection between the world and him, and not be abandoned by time. And Wei, too old, can't stay until ancient.

The geek went to find his hometown, but Wei found that he had not even found the target.

Wei’s interest in finding new inheritors has turned sharply. In the past, I was eager to reflect the existence of my own guard. When the Pu Yao was thrown over the issue, I was so excited.

He casually said: "This is more difficult to practice."

"Is it harder to practice than the magic body?" asked left.

Wei Yizhen, this only remembers, this guy in front of the school can be ranked second in the school of the magic body of the big Japanese magic body, it is also easily made into a freak!

"There is no magic body to be difficult to refine." Wei still decided to tell the truth.

"Teach me!" Zuo Mo's request blurted out. He tried to smash the big eyes of the water and put on a eager and flattering expression to look at Wei.

Compared to shameless, Wei is obviously not an opponent. He has to say: "The magic body and the war will be two different things, I don't know much."

But when he saw that Zuo Mo’s face was always directed at his face like a sunflower, he rationally gave up the struggle: “The war of the Mozu is indeed different from that of the other warriors. The first thing they have to learn is to be able to work with their companions. The power echoes."

“Respond to the power of your peers?”

Wei sighed, the shameless expression on the face finally disappeared, he felt a lot of freedom, and then said: "Yes, the power of the devil is the power of the flesh, it is the self. Only with the power of the companion can it be May communicate with peers, the transmission of power is much faster and more accurate than the sound!"

"This way..." left to think.

Wei suddenly laughed, and he spread his hand: "Don't ask me how to echo the strength of my companions, I don't know, I just have a tombstone."

I have no lie. I don't know why, I saw that Zuo Mo's brow was locked, and Wei's feeling of helplessness suddenly felt a lot of pleasure.

"Responding to the power of the companion..." Zuo Mo thought hard. He just seemed to have a faint understanding, but when he thought about it, he found nothing.

Left in meditation, the battle that happened to be connected was forgotten.

For a long while, he suddenly looked up, his face revealed the exaggeration of excitement, and without saying anything, bounced from the ground, a smog disappeared!

Compared with the novelty of Zuo Mo, the Gongsun difference has long been familiar with the Mozu warfare. In the game of war, he has almost faced various enemies. Although the current tactics and the tactics in the game are very different, they are in the same vein.

There is no difference to the grandson.

Three-stage wave rushing!

Just in the air, like a flower blooms, the swordsmanship, the Qiqi shines up!

The air whistling sounds, and the eardrum is filled. The sword repairers of the Suzaku Camp have mentioned the speed to the extreme in a very short time!

The wave of Jianguang is rushing toward the three magic soldiers!

Compared with that year, today's Suzaku Camp is undoubtedly more mature, and the three-stage wave of smashing and killing is more sturdy. The wave of swordsmanship is not as fierce as it used to be, but it is a little more elastic. It seems that there are invisible strings between many swords and mans, connecting them in series!

The two sides collided!

A strange scene appeared.

Like a wave of swordsmanship, suddenly gathered and scattered, they are like a knife, a butterfly dances up and down, constantly from the gathering of a magical soldier to cut down a piece.

Swordsman staggered like a shuttle!

In the blink of an eye, the three magic soldiers died more than half!

This scene, shocked the audience!

Full of anger, the rhinoceros of the war, the newly-launched figure was like an invisible hand, and abruptly stopped, he couldn’t believe the waves of the sword, as if a basin of ice water dripped from the head. Feet, cold hands and feet! Beside him, Lan Qing and other magic soldiers face, horrified!

Ming Lie, who looked like a face, saw this scene as if he was a little bit of a point.

The cool pupils in the blood fog shrank violently, and the complexion changed dramatically.