At this time, the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in the Southern Song Dynasty did not return to God, it is an excellent opportunity to attack the enemy.

The big shackles that shattered the sky, accompanied by the breeze, floated up and swept the entire Tianchen army.

"Kill..." Seeing that the gods are their kings, in their direction, all the heavenly horses are excited, and the passion is high.

Returning from the shock, immediately under the leadership of Xuanyuan Che, waving the weapon in his hand, like a tiger, rushed toward the sluggish Southern Song Dynasty.

And watching the gods fall into the Tianchen army, leading the Tianchen soldiers and horses to rush.

All the soldiers in the Southern Song Dynasty were dying, and they were afraid.

The gods are helping Tianchen, then they can compete with the gods' desires, and they can violate the meaning of the gods. The Southern Song Dynasty soldiers are at a loss.

The power of faith is powerful, and the gods descending from the sky are irresistible.

In the eyes of Haoyue, it was just an ordinary one that could not be gliding in the ordinary, but in the era of cold weapons of this army.

Only God can descend from the sky, and not hurt by itself.

In addition, when the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed at the rear, the human heart was in fear, and it was not a battle.

The war has become a one-sided trend.

Blue sky and white clouds, golden light.

The weather in these days is very good.

After stopping the month, I didn’t do much more. Ouyang Yufei had already rushed from the battlefield with a look of excitement and reached out and took the glider over.

Seeing this in the moon, Ouyang Yufei, who was full of excitement, smiled very well, and did not care much. He directly threw the glider to Ouyang Yufei.

Sweeping the fight on the battlefield, Haoyue turned to look at the Dushan, the height of the distance.

A piece of fiery red, like a big pillar of flame, stands between the heavens and the earth.