Valkyrie

Chapter 414 Thunder enters the battlefield

On this side, Lin Huang was still running wildly in thunder.

Outside Langya Mountain, a monstrous battle has already been ignited.

On the mountain, [-] soldiers relied on natural barriers to frantically defend against countless puppets who came to kill them.Just seeing the invisible figure makes one's scalp tingle.

And Qin Xuance was still standing on the top of the mountain, with Lin Beichen standing beside him.

"This is the last chance, if you don't fight your way down the mountain, it will be too late!"

Lin Beichen said in a deep voice.

Qin Xuance shook his head, "Langya Mountain is a natural danger, and it is also a jeopardy. Once you step up, it is impossible to go down the mountain!"

"It's simply that Song Zhimou's use of troops is pedantic, otherwise we would have died here long ago!"

Qin Xuance continued.

Lin Beichen frowned, looking at the locust-like army at the foot of the mountain, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Qin Xuance said to himself, "Before, Song Zhimou was defeated seven times by me. I don't know what kind of anger is simmering in my heart. I'm afraid that I will defeat me in a dream!"

"Otherwise, with the latter's strategy, whether it is burning the mountain, directly blowing up the entire Langya Mountain, or directly using several Wuhous in his camp, we would all be dead long ago!"

"He is a conceited person. Since he didn't know how to burn mountains before, he won't do it now. He seems to be calm now, but he has already entered a dead end. He only thinks about leveling Langya Mountain and destroying us. Capture him alive to show his demeanor in using soldiers like a god!"

Qin Xuance analyzed it bit by bit.

"But we have no reinforcements!"

Lin Beichen said angrily.

"Why no reinforcements?"

Qin Xuance rolled up his sleeves, "I lead 300 million troops, but only [-] are here. As long as there is news of victory, Song Zhimou will be completely defeated!"

"At that time, he will step down Langya Mountain at all costs. Even if he wins, you will die here!"

Lin Beichen shook his head.

Qin Xuance smiled calmly, looked back at Lin Beichen and said, "From the moment the Palace Master stepped on the battlefield, would he want to go back alive? When he enters the battlefield, why should he cherish this life. Why can't I, Qin Xuance, die if others die? Could it be that the Palace Master only allows others to have righteousness, but I, Qin Xuance, cannot have it?"

"You alone can be a million soldiers!"

Lin Beichen stared at Qin Xuance earnestly, "If you die, even if the Dongling puppet is wiped out. But if the Yin-Yang Valley is not destroyed, the Dongling puppet will still make a comeback!"

"If you don't die, even if the Yin-Yang Valley really harms the East Spirit Realm, even if the puppet army marches forward indomitably, I will believe that you can protect a peaceful territory for my East Spirit Realm!"

On the top of the mountain, Qin Xuance's white clothes were flying, looking extraordinarily elegant and indifferent.Hearing Lin Beichen's words in his ear, he was still calm as usual.

"Actually, this time I am conceited!"

There seemed to be a trace of regret on Qin Xuance's calm and smiling face, "I believe that an army of 30 is enough to defeat Song Zhimou's army of [-]. The so-called arrogant soldiers must be defeated, today I learned the lesson!"

"This old man is telling you something serious. Do you want to go or not? If you don't go, I will go to the death camp and die, and I will carry you away!"

Lin Beichen said angrily.

"Don't go!"

Qin Xuance shook his head lightly and looked at the army of hundreds of thousands of puppets, "With Song Zhimou's strategy, how could we not have thought that we would fight to the death? If you want to turn the tide of the battle, you can only have a chance if you think about what Song Zhimou couldn't think of!"

"What can't he think of?"

Lin Beichen asked.

"Thunder!"

Qin Xuance laughed.

Lin Beichen stared at Qin Xuance, who was flying in white, and immediately shouted loudly: "Where is the death camp? Bind him to this general, and then I will fight out of the encirclement!"

At this moment, Lin Beichen couldn't control Qin Xuance's nervousness.In the current battle situation, only by fighting a bloody path can there be a one in ten thousand possibility of saving Qin Xuance's life.

In just two breaths, Qin Xuance was framed up, eight hundred went to the death camp to guard the surroundings, and escorted Qin Xuance down the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, Qin Xuance didn't struggle, but after walking less than a hundred steps, he suddenly pointed to the distance of the battlefield and said with a smile:

"coming!"

On the top of the mountain, Lin Beichen looked in the direction of Qin Xuance's finger, and indeed there was thunder.

The thunder was raging, like thousands of beasts roaring, and the purple thunderbolts covered a radius of ten miles.Wherever he went, the surrounding puppet army was bombarded to pieces.

"This is……"

Looking at the scene in the distance, Lin Beichen couldn't help but look shocked.As Qin Xuance said, if there really was a thunderbolt, could it be that everyone's turnaround was not possible?

Qin Xuance pushed away the soldiers around him, straightened his messy robes, and then said with a smile: "Now it's time to go down the mountain, if it's too late, it's really too late!"

Afterwards, Qin Xuance let out a long cry:
"Langya Mountain belongs to, turned from defense to offense, formed a formation of sharp knives, went to the death camp as wings, followed my commander to kill Wuya Peak, and took Song Zhimou's tent directly!"

As soon as Qin Xuance's words fell, the entire Langya Mountain erupted with a loud long-heh, shaking all directions.

I saw three thousand soldiers rushed out of the dangerous position, like a tiger out of the gate, rushing down from the top of the mountain...

The other side of the battlefield.

Lin Huang had already covered ten miles of thunder and lightning, and entered the blood-soaked battlefield.

Looking at the endless army of [-], Lin Huang rushed in frantically with a long roar.

Even though Qin Xuance deserves a beating, he must not die.In the depths of his heart, no matter in his previous life or now, Qin Xuance has been kind to him several times.

Throwing away the kindness, there is still loyalty!
If you want to kill Qin Xuance, you must first ask about the knife in Lin Huang's hand.

In the battlefield, Lin Huang was dressed in thunder and lightning, like a whirlwind, attacking and killing all directions with the realm of Marquis Wu.

Behind Lin Huang, Bai Xiaopang and Lin Cangxue also appeared.

The three Marquis Wu, like three dragons crossing the river, rushed into the battlefield and charged towards Langya Mountain.

……

"Report..."

Outside the bloody tent, the voice of soldiers coming to report suddenly sounded, causing Song Zhimou in the tent to frown, "What's the matter?"

"Three people rushed in from outside the battlefield and headed towards Langya Mountain to kill them!"

The soldiers outside the camp said.

"three people?"

Song Zhimou frowned, and said a little angrily, "Just kill him!"

Before Song Zhimou finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, "Outside the battlefield, why did three people kill for no reason? If there were only three people, why would there be soldiers to report?"

Afterwards, Song Zhimou walked out of the tent, looked at the battlefield in the distance, and took a deep breath.

Then there are three people, they are simply three gods of killing in the realm of Marquis Wu.

It was the first time that Song Zhimou saw someone coming dressed in terrifying thunder, and the surrounding area of ​​ten miles was like a forbidden zone of life.During the rampage, hundreds of people exploded together in the thunder.

Song Zhimou came back to his senses immediately, looking at a corner of the tent.

In a corner of the tent, dozens of middle-aged men in blood clothes stood still, with their eyes tightly closed, like wooden stakes, without the slightest sense of sanity.

"At all costs, kill those three people!"

Song Zhimou ordered.

As soon as the words fell, dozens of people in the corner of the camp opened their eyes in unison. Their eyes were empty and full of blood, like a puppet king, exuding terrifying blood. Song Zhimou, who was suppressed, coughed a few times, and his face turned pale. .

Afterwards, those dozens of blood-clothed middle-aged men with the realm of Marquis Wu rushed out of the camp and headed towards the forest...

(End of this chapter)