"Why should you remember each other's faces? On the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly. It is not easier to listen to each other's voices and identify each other's clothes." An Yankang young supernatural man questioned.

The veteran soldier looked at him with a look of childishness and smiled: "It is not the battlefield to distinguish between the enemy and me, it is after the war."

He did not elaborate.

Qin Mu knows the meaning of his words. The comrades remember each other's faces in order to clean the battlefield after the war and find the body.

The words were too embarrassing, so the veteran did not elaborate.

The war in southern Xinjiang has been very urgent. The new recruits like them have to train for three or five months, and they will be familiar with each other before they can go to the battlefield.

However, the forces of Huo Tianzun occupied the southern soil, and the offensive was too tight, resulting in a shortage of troops in southern Xinjiang. Many university scholars joined the army. The frontline loss is too great, and these gentlemen have no time to temper them and they have to go to the battlefield.

Compared with the southern sky under the rule of fire, the number of gods and gods in Yankang is still too small, and one soldier can't wait to be used as ten.

The flags in the sky were swaying, and all the soldiers got up and looked up at the flags. Just now there was the collision of armor. Now, except for the sound of the flag hunting in the sky, all the sounds are gone.

After a moment, the first drum sounded, a ship was vacated, the bronze beast at the bottom of the boat spewed the flames, and another car ran gallop on the ground, and the sound suddenly picked up.

Those speeding cars rushed to the ground on the ground, the wheels gradually drove off the ground, the car was vacated, and the gods on the car were full of energy. Everyone had big and small swords and knives in front of them.

"Don't move, it's not the banner of our infantry." The veteran soldier was a little nervous.

His gaze is still closely watching the big forces in the air, and in tens of thousands of buildings and ships, the speed in the air is not fast, but opposite them, the army of Nantian has already flooded like a tide.

Nantian's Terran magical powers and gods and demigods are divided into two camps. The Terran is in the forefront, and the semi-god army is behind.

Those half-gods are tall, physically strong, and have a variety of visions. In front of the army, they are Nantian's buildings and ships. The ships are bigger and bigger. The whole body is cast by Shenjin, and the bow is made into Suzaku or The shape of nine phoenixes.

That is the old ship of heaven.

The army of Nantian has no speeding.

When the two armies were three hundred miles apart, the Yankang army in the north took the lead in firing. On the building, a statue of the true yuan was gathered to gather energy. A light column shot the sky and made a magnificent light to make the battlefield The child becomes dark!

It was the light of the gunfire that was too bright, causing the sun in the sky to be out of glory, and the rest of the place seemed dark.

In the rear, there was a wave of unrest in the infantry.

Suddenly the drums of the infantry rang, and the leading troops in the front had begun to move. As the drums became more and more dense, the supernatural powers of the leading troops had already begun to rush and rush forward.

This incitement quickly spread to the troops where Qin Mu and others were located. The veteran screamed: "Don't run around, don't squeeze into places where people are crowded! Try to spread out! Remember, don't be with us. Going too far, 30 feet, up to 30 feet away!"

They started running.

In front, a ship was dragged from the sky with a flame, and a huge fireball was smashed on the ground. Then the sound of the explosion and the turmoil smashed in all directions!

The forefront of the warships and the building ships have been in close contact. Although the firepower of Nantian’s ship and ship is not as good as Yankang, but it is cast by Shenjin, the wealth is thick, and a ship can withstand the bombardment of the gun, although it is beaten. A lot of down, but with the gunlight rushed into the range of one's own side, suddenly fired!

Southern Xinjiang is still dark, the ships of both sides are turning and galloping in the air, and the upper and lower sides are interspersed. The hull of Yankang's building is still slightly thinner. It is not so rich and rich, and many ships have been bombarded.

At this time, a speeding car interspersed from the back of the building, galloping, and entered the battlefield, sensitively avoiding the gunfire of the other side of the ship and rushing to the enemy camp.

Suddenly there was a grand sensation that came out: "Feijian washes the ground!"

Qin Mu and others who are running in the back look up and see that millions of flying swords pour down from that car. The oblique sword light is like a downpour in front, and it takes more than a hundred days to wash the land. !

On the southern ship's building, a **** of sacred screams, killing those flying cars, and Yankang's gods flying in front of the body to intercept, the gods in the sky from time to time fall, no matter where they fall, people everywhere.

In the face of the gods, the power of the supernatural powers is still too weak, insignificant, and can only be based on luck.

The infantry on both sides continued to run wildly. Now, the infantry still have not entered the stage of confrontation, but the ground is already corpse.

Someone around Qin Mu was suddenly stumbled by the body of the battlefield. Qin Mu was about to stop, but he saw that the man had been drowned by the flood of the supernatural powers.

"Be careful with the sword!" cried the vulture veteran.

call out--

A sword light spurted from the front, flew by them, and there was no time to escape from the rear. It was suddenly shot and the body flew high.

咻咻咻——

A sword is gradually getting denser, and the front has already reached the battlefield. The number of Qin Mu is still complete. Only the young man who just left the team disappears. Nine people struggled forward, suddenly it was like a moment. Hit the jungle of flesh and blood, there are enemies everywhere!

"Dry up, kill!" the veteran shouted.

One by one, the magical man urged the sword pill, and the sword pill broke down and was divided into a flying sword. The veteran shouted: "Control each other's distance, the power range of the sword, fifteen feet! Do not exceed this distance!"

They rushed forward. Qin Mu had only one knife in his hand, but his footsteps were extremely fast. He was like a wind and electricity, and his hands and swords fell. It was easy to get rid of the enemy, or it was easy to break the enemy.

The veteran saw him holding a knife and couldn’t help but sigh: "It’s a master of warfare genre."

He sighed: "Don't be afraid of each other. The swordsmanship of Nantian's bunny scorpion is not comparable to us, our swordsmanship and supernatural powers. It was developed by two generations of national teachers! The swordsmanship you learned, learning The magical powers that come to are the best!"

The battlefield is getting darker and more enemies. Qin Mu holds the knife and retreats. He suddenly flies left and right, and each of them is fifteen feet, and I am invincible among the fifteen feet.

Even he can go to support other people in the same army and help each other to kill powerful enemies.

They rushed into the encirclement, still like a sail of the waves, leading more Yankang supernaturals to rush forward.

There are flags flying in the sky. The Yankang generals who presided over this battle zone saw their momentum with a sharp knife. They immediately waved the flag and mobilized several speed cars to support from the air.

The speeding car whizzed, and countless swords lighted through the enemies that came in all directions.

Qin Mu and others struggled forward, the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and the number of enemies who died in their hands was already countless. Suddenly, they felt the pressure lightly. They looked around and were surprised and happy. Found that they have already smashed the encirclement and cut off the enemy!

Behind them, there are countless Yankang supernaturals who follow them to break through the encirclement and cut the Nantian people's army.

The Nantian army that was cut by them has already appeared chaotic, and the chaos spread like a plague. As long as the enemy is cut into several pieces, it can form a cofferdam.

"Look ahead!"

Suddenly a young supernatural man trembled: "What is ahead..."

Everyone looked up and looked at each other. The smile on his face mixed with blood and blood, and I saw the army of countless southern gods and gods stretched out for thousands of miles. Countless tall Taiko behemoths appeared in their army and did not make any noise.

Those golden armor, dazzling human eyes, these southern gods and gods, the strength is much stronger than the Nantian Terran army.

Qin Mu and their side, more and more Yankang supernaturals killed the enemy line, came to the neighborhood, gradually more and more people, but everyone was silent, stuck in place, did not rush to the front.

They were shocked.

"Turn the Emperor of the South to come!"

Suddenly there was a heavy voice in the half-god camp opposite. I saw two giant beasts screaming, struggling to walk with thick legs and legs, pulling a huge **** car to the front, and the car was a giant pagoda. The pagoda is nine-fold and filled with flames.

The Southern Emperor.

The Northern Emperor is a five-lei pot, and the South Emperor is a fire tower.

This tower is the ancestral land refining from the Southern Emperor. The Jiuzhong Holy Fire altar is a collection of flames from the world. Before the Yankang robbery, the Southern Emperor’s soldiers fell into Yankang.

The power of this militia broke out, and the fire was more than a thousand miles? Enough to refine everything.

"Retire!" Someone trembled.

At this time, there was no sound of the sound of the sound, but the drum sound of the vibration, the drums became more and more dense, but the gods of Yankang did not come forward.

In the face of the Southern Emperor, everyone is afraid.

Drums are more urgent.

In the army of Qin Mu, everyone’s eyes fell on the veteran of the knife and face, looking forward to watching him, waiting for him to order the retreat.

As long as he escapes, everyone will escape.

The veteran looked at their hopes, and suddenly grinned, and the knife looked embarrassed. He smiled and said: "Brothers, behind Yankang."

"The back is his mother's Yankang! Behind your wife, your children, your parents, raise your parents!"

"Follow me, do his mother! Can't wait for them to kill our hometown!"

He rushed out, in front, countless spirits flying, coming on the face, the veteran roared, struggling to resist forward.

Hey.

In his body, dozens of spirit soldiers, still struggling to move forward.

哗——

Countless spirits drowned him.

The spirits recovered, and there was no bone on the battlefield.

There is silence around.

No one dares to take a step forward.

The behemoth drove the fire tower to the side, and Qin Mu was a retired soldier behind him.

Suddenly someone rushed to the front, but then was inundated by countless spirits.

Then someone rushed forward, and more than a dozen people had rushed to the past without trying to stop the South Emperor.

A group of people fell, but some people continued to move forward.

"Yangkang people have never lost their blood!"

In the heart of Qin Mu’s heart, a flame was swaying, and the knife was bursting. He walked forward and stepped forward. The footsteps gradually accelerated. Behind him, the remaining seven people of this army followed him and rushed forward, one after another. Cried: "The back is Yankang!"

"There is a mother, wife and children!"

"Can't let Nandi Shenbing step into Yankang half a step!"

"Our body is a peak that cannot be climbed, keeping the enemy in front of the mountain!"

More Yankang soldiers came and screamed, and across the street, Nantian’s half-god army screamed and screamed, waiting for them to work, killing them, Qin Mu wielded a knife, blocking countless killing spirits, but there was still a A comrade-in-arms fell.

But then there were other people who made up the position of the fallen comrades and hugged him.

"The back is Yankang!"

He struggled to move forward, and his robes, Tong Ze, were blocking the knife for him, blocking the enemy's attacks for him, one by one on the way to the battle.

He forgot that he was a god, forgot that he had the energy to change the land, forgot the magical power he had learned, and forgot the cultivation of his own body.

He only has a knife, but there are countless comrades around him.

Countless people guarded him, hugged him, and rushed to the Southern Emperor!

Some people continue to fall, and there are people who make up, but the number is still getting less and less. In the end, they kill and wear the encirclement and come to the South Emperor.

Qin Mu's feet and strength, leaping and leaping, the body crossed the two giant beasts, the iron knife in the hand to the South Emperor!

"Go by him." A half-god general suddenly stopped the half-god around, sneer.

when.

Qin Mu's iron knives were on the Southern Emperor's soldiers, and the swords were broken and broken into countless pieces.

His body fell, leaving only the handle in his hand.

Qin Mu looked at him all around, surrounded by his comrades-in-arms, and the group was guarded by his side, while outside there were countless demigods, watching them sarcastically.

"There is Yankang behind!" His comrades also shouted loudly and went forward to try to open this weapon of destruction.

Those half gods looked at them coldly and did not shoot.

"There is Yankang behind..."

Qin Mu grips the knife, this is the guardian knife, the knife of the battlefield, the great cause, the big evil, but also the great good.

"Enough, kill them." The half-god will speak and be indifferent.

Suddenly, Qin Mu Yang smashed the knife, roared and snarled, and the muscles bulged, and the horrible knife smashed the time across the battlefield!

The broken knife in his hand has no front, but it has a horrible awn. This is the knives of the knives created by the iron.

Countless spirits vibrate in the knives and knives, and whistling and flying, even those who are half-god, those powerful magical powers, it is difficult to control their spirits at this moment.

Their spirits are like pilgrimages, yielding to the spirit and yielding to the avenue.

The power of the spirits flocked and gathered, and rushed to the knife.

That is the spirit of the knife, the avenue of the knife, the responsibility and commitment of the knife!

"The back is Yankang!"

Qin Muzheng under the knife.

Hey.

There was a crack in the Southern Emperor's soldiers, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger.

Remnant knives, broken blades, mortals, cut the South Emperor.

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