Jiang Wanxiang died, Yu Wenlie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong did not mourn in secret. They still acted as if the Yingguo Emperor was still alive and led the army to advance towards the border areas south of the Yangtze River. The morale of the army was calm and surging.

The three god generals endured the pain in their hearts and remained calm and composed on the surface to maintain the morale of the army and the general situation.

And in the city where Li Guanyi once fought against Jiang Su.

General Xue's mecha machine was covered with a layer of general-level armor. He stretched out his hand and shook it, feeling the surge of his own power.

Next to him, Guan Twelve, with his hair in a mess, was adjusting the machine arm for General Xue Shen.

"So, this set of armor is basically made of materials that are enough to cast mysterious weapons and divine weapons. It has both toughness and hardness.

It can also circulate internal energy very well and reduce consumption."

"The last vitality of the immortal guest has been drawn out."

"Just instill it into your body. A battlefield at the grandmaster level can probably support the entire battlefield, but if you output power at the grandmaster level, it may only last half the battle."

"And if you desperately insist on using those killer moves of yours, I'm afraid the remaining vitality in Qingpao Ke's arms will be completely wiped out in just a few moves."

General Xue Shen, who was in charge of the twelve gangs, adjusted the armor and said:

"Legends of martial arts, they really are legends of martial arts."

"This Immortal Guest has only one arm left, but after six or seven years, he can still have such terrifying power, enough to support a god general like you on the final battlefield. I really can't imagine it.

"

"How powerful was this green-robed Changsheng Ke in his heyday?"

Guan Twelve, a master of the Mohist family who was good at mechanism arts, felt that even if there were only one in 100,000 people among these warriors above the master level, they were a little beyond his common sense.

Especially in those hundreds of years, it can even be said.

Martial arts have been developing vigorously for thousands of years, but the martial arts legends that have only gradually appeared in the past three hundred years are all monsters.

What kind of scornful eyes are there on the battlefield, what kind of sword can turn the world upside down, what kind of infinite vitality, the rebirth of flesh and blood.

What is this?!

Monster, monster.

My head hurts.

However, Guan Twelve raised his head and looked at the old Zongzi in front of him who was more than five hundred years ago and flexing his wrists here again. He felt that his common sense had been tempered and tempered again, and he had become stronger.

Forget it, forget it, just get used to it.

Guan Twelve completely adjusted the machine armor and said: "Anyway, it's up to you, General Xue. What happens next, we are just the machine masters of the Mo family. We don't have such a powerful force like you. From now on, it's up to you."

Already."

General Xue said lazily: "Thank you very much."

"I'll treat you to a drink next time."

Guan Twelve said angrily: "You always say you'll treat me to a drink next time, when will it be?"

Xue Shenjiang said confidently: "I will definitely do it next time."

Guan Twelve had no choice but to be so angry with this guy that he wanted to kick his machine directly, but it happened that he had made this machine by himself, and no Mohist machine master would destroy his own creation.

What's more, the material of Xuan Weapon.

Guan Twelve felt that if he carried it up with one foot, he would probably break it first.

The Mohist organ master cursed and left. Xue Shenjiang looked at him with a smile, and then looked sideways at the sky in the distance. The evil spirit of the military strategists was soaring into the sky. Ying's army of 500,000 troops was surging in, and Jiangnan's troops were insufficient.

Even if Li Zhaowen and others had led part of the army back from Yue Qianfeng and used the turbulent waterways, they still couldn't compare with the half-million-strong army. Fortunately, the guy from the formation leader was carrying Si Wei.

Reinforce the city defense formation.

With the help of less than half of the troops, famous generals, and formations.

Rely on the city defense and fight against the opposite side.

The army is all the way up, and the army is all the way down.

Li Guanyi and Yue Pengwu faced the military god Jiang Su.

And famous generals such as Xue Shenjiang, Yue Qianfeng, Li Zhaowen, Chen Wenmian, Xiao Wuliang, Duan Qingyu, etc., used the city to confront the burning destiny and life span, and set foot on Jiang Wanxiang, who was in a realm similar to martial arts legends, and truly faced the world.

Ten, even the top five famous generals in the world, Yu Wenlie and He Ruoqinhu.

Plus Qin Yulong, a top ten general.

Qin Yulong can be compared with Yue Qianfeng.

General Xue tried to find a way to hold back Jiang Wanxiang, and all the remaining famous generals had only one goal, which was to use the surging army as much as possible to hold back the remaining three famous generals and exchange their promises.

With the help of the formations of Formation Leader, Si Wei, and Si Ming and the characteristics of garrisoned city defense, we can try to reduce the negative effects caused by the difference in troop strength as much as possible.

Xue Shenjiang held the city with both hands and looked into the distance: "Two armies are fighting in two directions. There is only one thought. Both sides are looking at who can withstand it. Whoever can't hold on and shows fatigue and weakness will lose.

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His voice paused and he said: "The Sword God went alone, what happened?"

Old Siming looked into the distance. He was quiet for a long time and shook his head: "It's too chaotic."

The world has been turbulent for hundreds of years, and as it reaches its final end, the majestic momentum that continues to accumulate and accumulate becomes more terrifying, more powerful and turbulent. At this moment, in the eyes of Lao Siming, the heroic spirit, the kingly spirit, and the chill of the military strategist

The evil spirit, the high-spirited fighting spirit of the general, the freedom and ease of Jianghu, and the unparalleled sword intent.

These are magnificent fortunes that are hard to see in the ordinary peaceful world.

They rose into the air like dragons, constantly clashing and entangled, emitting dazzling streams of light, tearing and colliding, and making neighing and roaring sounds. Under such circumstances, it felt like eight hundred years of luck had come to an end.

Even a great leader of the Yin-Yang family like Lao Siming, who was not born in this world, could not see it clearly.

The sword aura still circulates in the sky, but the evil aura of the military masters and the fierce aura of the king still exist. In the eyes of the Yin Yang family, these auras exist in the sky for a long time and cannot be distinguished from upper to lower.

"is that so?"

General Xue smiled and said: "Then we can only rely on the weapons in our hands to distinguish the top from the bottom and find out the truth.

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"However, I still envy the Sword God. Until now, everything he has done in his life has been based on the sharpness of his heart. There is such a swordsman, such a man, who is only himself in his life. Haha, he is so carefree. It makes someone want to

It’s uncomfortable.”

Old Siming, who was just a little sad, grinned.

Although he cursed in his heart, the poison in this god general's mouth had been quenched.

Such a shabby and venomous tongue.

Is it because he was the number one divine general five hundred years ago that he was able to die a good death?

However, although General Xue did not mention who it was by name, Lao Siming and Lao Xuangui still subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the silver-haired man over there. The latter raised his eyes, quite unhappy and quite unhappy.

He glared back rudely:

"What are you looking at?!"

Old Siming withdrew his gaze.

The eyes observe the nose, the nose observes the heart, and the expression on the face does not change: "Nothing."

Lao Xuan Turtle closed his eyes: "I didn't look at you."

"Old Xuan Turtle closed his eyes because he couldn't open his eyes and told lies."

"It's an old joke palindrome."

Xue Shenjiang took the initiative to narrate, touched his steel chin, and said:

"It really makes me, well, laugh."

"I can't help laughing."

Old Siming shuddered.

The silver-haired whale fisherman over there twitched his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "Can you stop telling that old joke of yours? "Did that kid Ye Bujie learn from you?!"

General Xue touched his chin and was really confused, and said: "Ye Bujie? That child is quite resolute and solemn. I value it very much. He teaches some martial arts. Besides, what a joke?!"

Xue Shenjiang raised his chest and raised his head.

He raised his palms and slapped his heart, and said confidently: "This was a popular joke in my time. Chen Baxian's cold temperament would make him laugh every time."

The whale fisherman shook his hands and smashed the array plate over.

I couldn't help but laugh.

People actually laugh when they are extremely speechless.

He was suddenly able to sympathize with the second divine general five hundred years ago.

Under Xue Shenjiang's poisonous mouth, he became the second best person in the world.

It's really frustrating.

No wonder Chen Baxian planned to overthrow General Xue throughout his life.
To be continued...