God Three Group Chat: Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1651 The three talents of miraculous combat power
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Hatred, unwillingness, roar, resentment, curse, hatred, curse...

At this moment, Zhao Yun was surrounded by endless negative emotions, enough to turn a normal person into a madman.

But they were all concentrated in the arrows under a strange force.

"Shuzi, how dare you do this!!" Chouhun saw all the negative emotions that had been purged from Zhao Yun's side suddenly materialized, as well as the direction in which Zhao Yun's bow and arrow was aimed.

After plundering everything from the enemy, absorbing negative emotions, and using negative emotions, Chuhun already understood what was going on. Although there were some differences, the difference was not that big.

Later champion Hou Dou Xian, another young man with the same bright clothes and angry horses...

Zhao Yun was not disturbed by the thick words and sounds at all, and directly released the bow and arrow in his hand.

"Hold it! The Empire's Will - Guard!!" Chuhun's pupils shrank instantly when he saw this scene, and then he directly ignored the words Hu Tingchu had told him before and directly used the Empire's Will in the military soul power.

Compared to the miracle of a single legion such as the Military Soul Legion, the will of the empire itself is a collective miracle of a country and nation.

However, their imperial will itself has been broken, and the power they can use is relatively less.

Every time it is used, it is done with great caution, even more cautious than the miraculous ultimate move of Military Soul.

However, Chouchun was Hu Tingchu's loyal subordinate. Faced with the choice between Hu Tingchu and the will of the empire, he chose Hu Tingchu without hesitation.

Lin Han, who was staying next to Hu Tingchu, had almost finished his training and returned to Hu Tingchu's side again. Although his strength had dropped a lot due to the injury, his judgment on strength was still there.

It was precisely because, facing the bow and arrow shot by Zhao Yun, Lin Han's first reaction was to notify Hu Tingchu to leave.

"How could there be a spiritual talent owner killed by a bow and arrow in this world!" Hu Tingchu glanced at Lin Han casually and said seriously.

As a wise man, their own spiritual power is what they are proud of.

Lin Han was just about to open his mouth to persuade, but found that Zhao Yun had already let go and there was no time to explain. It was impossible to dodge this kind of grand locking aura.

"Block it!!" Lin Han directly called out his long spear, came to the front of Hu Tingchu's body, waved the spear in his hand, mobilized the power of the surrounding legions, and attacked straight ahead!

The indestructible spear directly hit the somewhat coquettish arrow.

As for the place where the arrow passed by, whether it was a soldier or an elite Huns, it was a dead end, and it didn't even play a big blocking role.

Lin Han felt the power coming from the front of his body. He just wanted to think that he could block it, but he thought it wouldn't be a big problem.

But at this moment, I was hit by an explosion of negative emotions, which then swept around...

"Aren't you dead?" Zhao Yun withdrew his bow and arrow, looked at Hu Tingchu who was still standing there, withdrew his gaze, replaced his spear, and prepared to retreat according to the initial judgment and concept in his heart.

Zhao Yun, who was about to issue an order, noticed that the soldiers under his command had become completely different almost the moment he looked back.

The moment when Zhao Yun gathered his negative will, the Red Blood Rider seemed to be a self-taught master, mastering the use of negative emotions and able to control the negative emotions around him. Kill the opponent with one blow, plunder everything from the opponent, including the negative will, use all your strength to bless yourself, restore everything you lack, and move towards a higher peak above the peak!

Then, in the next attack, use and wrap these negative wills, condense them on the weapon, and pour them directly around the target along with the attack of the weapon, interfering with and confusing the opponent's will.

The targets within the range also include the Red Blood Riders, but the Red Blood Riders are completely indifferent to this. The negative emotions that can be controlled by them are simply wishful thinking to hurt them.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the Northern Huns Army Soul were able to withstand the impact of such negative emotions by relying on their brilliant will and the power of a large consumption of their Army Soul.

It was this level of consumption that made Chuhun, who was gritting his teeth and persisting, feel his heart twitching.

However, ordinary Huns soldiers, even if their will was high, were not intimidated by this predicament. Faced with the impact and washout of such terrifying negative emotions, they were almost turned into idiots on the spot.

It is equivalent to the personal will being cleansed at this moment and replaced with mixed negative emotions.

Then he directly entered a state of chaos, attacking the people around him from all directions without any blind spots, regardless of who the people around him were.

Some Red Blood Cavalry soldiers who saw this effect imitated the situation and directly concentrated their negative emotions on their bows and arrows, and shot at the Hun soldiers behind them.

He directly threw some Hun soldiers who were not particularly determined into a state of chaos on the spot, and the effect was almost the same as blowing up the camp.

Some Hun soldiers who reacted extremely quickly killed such chaotic teammates immediately to avoid such heavy casualties.

However, without the restraint of the body and the neural control of its own existence, negative emotions climbed directly from these corpses and turned into phantom soldiers one after another, pure negative emotions and phantom soldiers.

This outrageous situation directly caused a morale shock among the Huns.

No one likes to be beaten to death by his comrades rather than being beaten to death by the enemy.

What's more, after he was finally killed, he could still climb up from the corpse to form a fantasy soldier, and his combat effectiveness increased instead of falling!

And compared to normal soldiers, they are more ferocious and brutal.

After all, fantasy warriors, especially fantasy warriors with purely negative emotions, not only have no coating problems, no pain problems, nor will they suffer mental backlash, they are more like a person's last afterglow.

Just as Zhao Yun was looking at all this in surprise and couldn't understand it at all, a deep voice came from the distance.

"Don't worry, Zilong! Open it!!" Hua Xiong, galloping on horseback, brandishing his sword with a flashing red light, took the lead and raised his sword. The terrifying cloud blade directly revealed his existence.

At the same time, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry who was following Hua Xiong pulled the trigger in his hand almost at the same time, then threw the short gun on his back, and then switched back to the long gun as quickly as possible.

There is no need to retreat, and he does not consider any retreat. He is confident that he can fight in, and at the same time, he is also confident that he can provide effective support to Zhao Yun.

Faith and will, they have never been afraid...

(End of this chapter)