Hearing Yang Han's words, Cheng Cheng made another gesture of asking for advice.

Before he could finish his gesture, the second round of attacks of the Sun Army was officially launched. This time, they all moved forward!

After learning from the lessons of the previous thousand-person team, they did not make blind progress. Instead, they used a complex combat array before setting off on the spot. Several light shields with different attributes and different functions blocked them.

After the battle just now, a considerable amount of time had been spent, and the other party seemed to be still not alert to what was happening in the hall, so Cheng Cheng was happy to continue to waste time with the other party.

So seeing the opponent's preparation, he could have counterattacked and interfered with the battle formation, but he endured it.

He already had a clear idea of ​​the team of Sun Clan in front of him. Although there were many, his average strength was limited. Even if he attacked together, they would be at a loss in front of Wenjing Shanhe Formation.

The strength of those golden-winged gods is still in the Tongxuan realm. They can still withstand Gan Gang's cultivation level, including the number advantage and the bonus of the ray of the fiery sun. The only thing they need to worry about is when will the first legion commander take action, and what level can the power of the attack reach?

The sound of the army's footsteps began to accelerate gradually, and the earth shook violently. Their golden spear pointed forward, and a kind of oppressive aura was rushing towards the palace gate one after another, covering the three of them.

In the sky, the golden-winged gods also launched their actions at the same time. They jumped out of their positions one by one, circled in the air for half a circle, and then dived one by one like a flying swallow before the storm. The golden light at the tip of the spear shone, as if it was accumulating powerful energy, and could burst out with astonishing impact at any time.

This is a full-scale three-dimensional attack. Cheng Cheng half-closed his eyes, silently counting the opponent's speed and direction, and waiting for that moment to arrive.

At that moment, the moment when the opponent's formation all rushed into the control range of Wenjingshanhe Formation.

Buzz!

Amid the strong metal tremor, the enemy's golden spear was almost attacking the three of them. The golden light at the tips of the spear was also expanding and expanding rapidly.

On the gilded chariot, Yang Han's heart was about to jump into his throat.

"I haven't taken action yet? So steady? How dare I be so steady? No, there must be a reason!"

Swish swish swish swish...

Cheng Cheng's face was full of sarcasm, and in front of him, mirror-like magic arrays were quickly standing up, turning, hooking, and closing, forming complex and complex miniature magic array spaces. Almost all the people, from heaven and underground, who had rushed to the gate of the Moon God Temple, were closed in. Only a few of them were left who ran slowly, were isolated outside the magic array, and they looked at everything in front of them in horror.

"Sure enough, there is a problem!"

Seeing that the only golden-winged god general who was held behind and survived was knocked down by Min Su and Hongyi who rushed up to pick up the bargain. A scimitar pierced through his chest, a tough whip locked his throat, and then exerted force at the same time. With a squeak, he was pulled open and threw it out of the air.

Seeing this, Yang Han finally couldn't bear it. He paused his feet, flew up, flew up, and rushed towards the position where Cheng Cheng was standing.

"I really underestimate you,

I knew there would be a problem, but I didn’t expect it to be such a magic circle.”

boom!

He opened his hand and shot it out, as if the sky had collapsed, but it was lost.

As early as the moment he made this move, Cheng Cheng turned over and sank into the Wenjing Mountain and River Formation, missing.

"So cunning!"

He used his backhand move and tried his best to smash Cheng out, but the magic circle shaking for a few trembling times, but he held it.

It turned out that Cheng Cheng had long expected that using the Wenjing Mountain and River Formation before the battle formation might not be able to encircle all enemies and be counterattacked by enemies outside the formation. Therefore, a layer of strong resistance magic array was added to the edge of the magic array to delay time.

At the same time, Cheng Cheng, who was in the magic circle, was shouting at Min Su and Hongyi: "You must move quickly! That big man may blast the magic circle at any time. Now it depends on our speed. If we can kill one more, we will never leave a living person for the other party!"

As they spoke, a bloody storm came to the Jingjing Mountain and River Formation. The three of them kept flashing back and forth between the various magic array spaces, using the restraining ability of the magic array to display their own killer moves to the fullest.

Screams and wails came one after another, and continued. This was a terrifying Shura killing field. Thousands of spear warriors fell down, and golden-winged gods were pulled out their wings and blood flowed all over the ground. Perhaps this magic circle had never killed so many people at once since its establishment.

Yang Han was almost crazy. In his rage, he showed the power of the number one divine general of the Sun God Clan. He shot down heavily on the magic circle, splashing ripples in time and space, and the sound shook the sky.

Finally, after a click, the mysterious magic array in front of him smashed a crack open by him, and the integrity of the Jingshan River array began to be destroyed.

Cheng Cheng, who was in the magic circle, let out a long breath and glanced upwards: "You are not bad, you smashed the magic circle so quickly. Unfortunately, the people you can save are probably not as many as you can kill!"

With a chirping sound, he swung his sword again and killed dozens of gold gun soldiers with restraints all over his body. He paused and rushed towards the break.

"Come out! Come out for me!"

Yang Han was making his final efforts, and a boxing shadow that was bigger than the entire Moon Temple was smashed down hard, and Wenjing Mountain and River Formation finally collapsed.

But in the gap between the shattered magic circle space, a black light flashed, and Cheng Cheng's figure seemed to be an arrow from the magnificent broken mirror to his eyes. A sword full of darkness cut off the air and was extremely sharp.

A shocking sound erupted from the intersection of the fists and swords between the two. Even the light seemed to be twisted and stretched nearby, forming a strange illusion.

Immediately afterwards, the sword shadow shattered, but the fist shadow continued to go downward, piercing through the remnants of the magic array that had fallen apart, landing heavily on the earth, and instantly bursting out a huge cloud like a mushroom-shaped one.

"Isn't this going to break you?"

Yang Han gained the advantage with one punch. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly his heart was empty. He seemed to remember something, and he couldn't help but scream: "I'm fooled!"

Because he had already understood that the punch just now was exactly what the other party expected. I am afraid that at least more than half of the entire First Legion had died in his own hands.

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This chapter is not finished, and there are still a thousand words to add to it later

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As early as the moment he made this move, Cheng Cheng turned over and sank into the Wenjing Mountain and River Formation, missing.

"So cunning!"

He used his backhand move and tried his best to smash Cheng out, but the magic circle shaking for a few trembling times, but he held it.

It turned out that Cheng Cheng had long expected that using the Wenjing Mountain and River Formation before the battle formation might not be able to encircle all enemies and be counterattacked by enemies outside the formation. Therefore, a layer of strong resistance magic array was added to the edge of the magic array to delay time.

At the same time, Cheng Cheng, who was in the magic circle, was shouting at Min Su and Hongyi: "You must move quickly! That big man may blast the magic circle at any time. Now it depends on our speed. If we can kill one more, we will never leave a living person for the other party!"

As they spoke, a bloody storm came to the Jingjing Mountain and River Formation. The three of them kept flashing back and forth between the various magic array spaces, using the restraining ability of the magic array to display their own killer moves to the fullest.

Screams and wails came one after another, and continued. This was a terrifying Shura killing field. Thousands of spear warriors fell down, and golden-winged gods were pulled out their wings and blood flowed all over the ground. Perhaps this magic circle had never killed so many people at once since its establishment.

Yang Han was almost crazy. In his rage, he showed the power of the number one divine general of the Sun God Clan. He shot down heavily on the magic circle, splashing ripples in time and space, and the sound shook the sky.

Finally, after a click, the mysterious magic array in front of him smashed a crack open by him, and the integrity of the Jingshan River array began to be destroyed.

Cheng Cheng, who was in the magic circle, let out a long breath and glanced upwards: "You are not bad, you smashed the magic circle so quickly. Unfortunately, the people you can save are probably not as many as you can kill!"

With a chirping sound, he swung his sword again and killed dozens of gold gun soldiers with restraints all over his body. He paused and rushed towards the break.

"Come out! Come out for me!"

Yang Han was making his final efforts, and a boxing shadow that was bigger than the entire Moon Temple was smashed down hard, and Wenjing Mountain and River Formation finally collapsed.

But in the gap between the shattered magic circle space, a black light flashed, and Cheng Cheng's figure seemed to be an arrow from the magnificent broken mirror to his eyes. A sword full of darkness cut off the air and was extremely sharp.

A shocking sound erupted from the intersection of the fists and swords between the two. Even the light seemed to be twisted and stretched nearby, forming a strange illusion.

Immediately afterwards, the sword shadow shattered, but the fist shadow continued to go downward, piercing through the remnants of the magic array that had fallen apart, landing heavily on the earth, and instantly bursting out a huge cloud like a mushroom-shaped one.

"Isn't this going to break you?"

Yang Han gained the advantage with one punch. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly his heart was empty. He seemed to remember something, and he couldn't help but scream: "I'm fooled!"

Because he had already understood that the punch just now was exactly what the other party expected. I am afraid that at least more than half of the entire First Legion had died in his own hands.
Chapter completed!