Chapter 473: Summoning accident, unexpected powerful attributes

The surging river water kept beating the shore. From the river surface, giant warships were flowing downstream. The huge warships were dozens of feet long and nearly ten feet high, with dozens of masts. Canvas swelled up with the wind.

On the warships, soldiers wearing fine armor and holding sharp soldiers stood proudly on the deck. There were no less than hundreds of elite soldiers on each ship. Under the sunlight, the armor was dazzling and the cold light was overwhelming.

Beside this giant warship, countless warships, large or small, mixed in between, larger ships, smaller boats, and even behind the big ships, there were countless small grasshopper ships hanging, thousands of ships, looking away, vast and endless.

In the wind, above the ship, flags covered the sky, and the huge letters of Chen tell people the identity of the visitor.

Thousands of warships covering the sky and the sun were descending along the river, and rushed straight to the ancient capital by the riverside, Yingtian City.

In Longwan northwest of Yingtian City, this invincible huge fleet killed more than a hundred ships that were overestimating their abilities and tried to drive a carriage in a mantis arm, rushed to the bay that was concave into the land, and countless elite soldiers came from the ship to the shore, and then led by a group of generals, they rushed straight to Yingtian City.

Outside Yingtian City, 100,000 Ming troops were stationed in the suburbs, and a battle broke out soon.

Standing at a high place, Leng Zhuo only looked at the countless heads. Amid the scattering shouts and killing, it seemed like two waves colliding with each other. The earth trembled in the torrent, and blood instantly dyed the earth red.

Long Wushuang crawled through a forest, but muttered in her mouth. She was clearly watching him coming in this direction, but why was there no trace? Long Wushuang was puzzled. Suddenly, a sudden alert came from her mind. Long Wushuang dodged sideways, and a flying wind blade flew past Long Wushuang.

Puff, the wind blade sank directly into a tree trunk. Long Wushuang twisted and looked in the direction where the wind blade shot, but saw a green wind marten standing on the branch. It was obvious that the wind blade just now was shot by the wind marten.

"Looking for death!" A small third-level monster dared to sway at her. Long Wushuang, who was in a state of discomfort, immediately took off his dragon claw hand and grabbed the wind marten on the trunk of the tree.

However, although this Fengmian is not at a high level, his speed and flexibility are first-class. He disappeared into the forest as soon as he ran away. Long Wushuang's dragon claw hand suddenly grabbed the empty hand, but only pinched the tree trunk to pieces.

When Long Wushuang goes to find the Fengmian again, the Fengmian has disappeared without a trace. "Little beast, you can run away quickly!" Long Wushuang could only stop hatefully, turn around and wear the forest to look for Leng Zhuo's figure.

However, the marten seemed to be quite revenge. Not long after he was beaten away, he actually pulled a few marten companions and killed them. The surroundings were already dense, and the marten had long and narrow figures, and they were completely unhindered from walking through the forest. They could even use the trees to cover up their figures.

Long Wushuang was "tessed" and several little beasts actually dared to act wildly in front of her. After being attacked twice, Long Wushuang's dragon claw hand finally grabbed a slow-responsive sable beast and directly squeezed it out. Blood flowed all over the ground, and the other minks suddenly turned into birds and beasts.

Long Wushuang would not let go of it, and chased straight towards the siege who was the culprit. The dragon claws kept slapping the surrounding trees and grabbed the siege with a very fast speed.

The wind marten passed through the forest and flew out. The soft furry tail was like wings, allowing it to glide in the air. Behind it, a golden dragon claw of light and shadow also passed through the dense forest and grabbed it. The wind marten immediately shrank his head and planted his body straight down the ground.

Long Wushuang's dragon claw hand grabbed the sky again, but after chasing out of the forest, Long Wushuang's figure paused because in the open space not far away, Leng Zhuo was bathed in a milky white light array, with a solemn expression still motionless.

What is he doing? Long Wushuang took a few steps in curiosity, looked at Leng Zhuo with his head tilted, but his eyes glanced at the five-pointed star array on the ground. It seemed to be a spiritual magic array. Could it be that he was performing a spiritual ritual?

It seems, it seems that it is not. Long Wushuang knows how he still uses this spiritual array for apprenticeship? Could it be that this is his secret?

Long Wushuang was thinking, and a squeaking mouse cries interrupted her thoughts. She glanced around her eyes, and finally glanced at the forest where she was walking towards.

In the forest, there were a lot of marten beasts coming out from some time, red flame marten, water-blue marten, green wind marten, and golden golden marten. Judging from the number, there were only a few dozen.

Long Wushuang and Leng Zhuo naturally didn't know that the area where they were is Wandiaoling. There are many marten monsters in the mountains. Of course, this is also an excellent marten hair production area. In the entire Wandiaoling, there are not many hunters back and forth every year, and it is not much different.

However, this marten beast is not easy to catch. Since it is for the best marten hair, you can only use the most primitive method. Otherwise, it would be worthless if you break the marten hair. However, in the battle of wits and courage with the hunters, the marten beasts became extremely cunning, and at the same time they were full of hostility towards those entering the mountain. Long Wushuang naturally became the enemy in the eyes of the marten beasts.

The mink beasts were not polite to Long Wushuang. They directly raised their hair and grinned. Countless wind blades, fireballs, and even earth stings, and ice arrows greeted Long Wushuang like rushing.

Humph, it was a delusion to hurt me with such an attack. Long Wushuang was too lazy to even open the Dragon Domain. She raised her illusory dragon claws and grabbed the location where the mink beast was. However, Long Wushuang seemed to have forgotten that there was a person next to her who was in a psychic ritual.

The spiritual array was in operation all the time, and this wave of attacks, Long Wushuang only blocked the one in front of him, but missed Leng Zhuo's side, so the attacks were naturally shot into the spiritual array.

Leng Zhuo didn't know what accident would happen if the spiritual array was disturbed, but this accident obviously affected another time and space.

The hundreds of thousands of troops fought on the spot, so tragic. According to the situation, not only will the map of the hundred generals not be opened at critical moments, but Leng Zhuo also had the patience and just watched the melee below patiently.

Obviously, although the Ming army had fewer troops and were defeated step by step, they retreated without chaos. It was better to be retreating in an orderly manner, leading the enemy to Yingtian City. After noon, the sun was west, and the 100,000 Ming troops suffered a lot, but the Han army became more and more brave and destroyed the whole way.

At this moment, suddenly, from the side of Longwan, a Ming army with about 20,000 to 30,000 people suddenly broke out from the water and rushed directly to the Han army. In Yingtian City, more than 10,000 cavalrymen from the north and south gates rushed out of the city, just like two sharp sharp knives penetrated into the chaotic battlefield.

It seems that the turning point has come!

However, sadly, ripples suddenly appeared in the sky. Leng Zhuo hadn't noticed it at first, but in a short while, a huge hot fireball suddenly appeared in the air. Leng Zhuo was in mid-air, so he was naturally the first to feel the hot air wave.

When he saw it, he immediately leaned on it, "Grandma, is this a hundred generals created?

Leng Zhuo was thinking that the big fireball had fallen from the sky. The fireball was like a big meteorite falling from the sky. It fell with the flames of destruction. The battlefield full of people was the first to be hit. At least thousands of people turned into ashes in the fireball. Tens of thousands of people were overturned to the ground by the scorching air waves. When they approached, their clothes were ignited, their hair was twisted, and their bodies were burned by the scorching air waves.

And this seemed to be just the beginning. Above the head, there was a rain of ice arrows inexplicably. Although the coverage was not large, no one could escape the area under the covered ice arrows that were about twelve and as sharp as a spear. They were all nailed to the ground or simply frozen into ice sculptures.

A strong wind suddenly rolled up, forming a tornado, sweeping across the entire battlefield again. The chaotic battlefield was now so chaotic that it could not be in chaos.

Leng Zhuo widened his eyes and looked at this inexplicable scene. Could it be the trial of the hundred generals? Just like if Xiang Yu, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei were summoned! Leng Zhuo guessed like this.

The wind, ice and rain, and even the meteor fireballs fell one after another, and then, the huge battlefield was filled with countless potholes, and there seemed to be no more than ten living ones.

But the natural disaster still seemed to have not stopped, but the map of Bai General finally made some movement, releasing several rays of light into the sky that kept rippling, and then the earth ball, ice rain, and strong wind swept across the battlefield again.

A meteor-like earth ball rolled with burning flames, swelling waves of fireworks hit a crowd. In the crowd, a general was still burning with flames. He raised his head to look at the falling burning fireball. The scorching air wave made his body burn. However, before the threat of death, the general lifted up the mountain-opening axe in his hand, roared loudly, and slashed at the burning earth ball.

With a loud bang, the burning earth ball suddenly shattered into countless meteor fire rains, scattering around, and a yellowish aura filled the military general, like a streamer of earth-colored earth.

The picture of the hundred generals slowly opened the page, and a ray of earth-colored light was covered by the sky.

The forty-sixth general, the Ming general, always knows the spring, the two spirit bodies of fire and earth, and the innate spiritual weapon: the axe of splitting the sky and tearing the earth.

The Hundred Generals' Picture turned over page 46, and a water-blue halo bloomed and enveloped another place in the battlefield.

There, in a forest of ice spears, the extremely sharp ice pierced through the body of a gun-holder. The gun in his hand had condensed into ice, and the countless shattered ice crystals under him emitted layers of ice mist.

Under the light, the ice spear melted, and the wound of the general condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, the layers of frost were wrapped in blood and covered the body.

The forty-seventh general, the Ming general Xu Da, the innate ice spirit body, the innate spirit weapon: the frost battle spear.

The Hundred Generals' Picture turned over again, and another page was revealed. This time, it directly enveloped the city tower of Yingtian City. Compared with the hell on earth in other places, it was covered by a milky white holy light, allowing the place to escape the sudden natural disaster.

The milky white light shrouded the holy light, and a bearded scholar was covered in it and appeared on the map of hundreds of generals.

The 48th general, the Ming general, Liu Ji, the innate holy light spirit body, the innate spiritual weapon: the nine-feather fan.
Chapter completed!