King's Landing in the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 289
Physicians, famous scholars, legalists, military strategists, and farmers, among the hundreds of schools of thought in today's world, these five schools can be regarded as masters with profound foundations.

In terms of strength, these five schools are enough to rank among the top ten!
Together with the Mohists, there are eight half-step celestial masters in the organ city this time, plus Yandan, a celestial being, in this world where celestial beings are rare and gods do not exist, this is an unmatched force.

Coupled with the mysterious and unpredictable half-god, as long as Di Shitian does not come, Yingzheng does not have much chance of winning.

And even if Di Shitian came over, there might not be no chance for their side.

"It's just that after this battle, how many Mohist disciples are left in the organ city!" Looking at those Mohist disciples whose eyes were full of fighting spirit, Yan Dan sighed slightly in his heart.

Although he had let Gao Jianli and Robber Zhi take the real elite of the Mohists out of the organ city through the space tunnel left by Mozi, there are still more than 1000 Mohist disciples left.

This time, I don't know how many of these disciples will die here!

time flies……

The dazzling golden light outside the organ city gradually dissipated. Although there was still a little bit of golden divine light inlaid in the void, the divine light had lost the power that could destroy heaven and earth before. It was just the purest light.

In the east, there is a round of red sun rising slowly at this time, and the light of the big sun contrasts with the golden afterglow, turning into a very beautiful spectacle.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a black chariot with scorching golden brilliance came from the east. In front of the chariot, a nine-headed and handsome bird pulled the chariot, looking extremely magnificent.

But the black chariot seems to be cast with pig iron, with a sense of cold majesty!
The chariot pressed through the void, and the crushed void trembled. Under the newborn sun, this chariot seemed like the frame of the emperor of heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven came to the world!
Four peerless masters accompanied the chariot.

Of these four people, one is wearing black armor, one is wearing gold armor, one is wearing white robe, and the other is wearing black robe!

These four people are Meng Yi, Meng Tian, ​​Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang!

After these four people, there are fifteen peak immortals accompanying them, four of whom are generals in the Meng family army.

Only those who survive a hundred battles can be named generals!
Each of these four people walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. Among the immortals, these four people are enough to count as ten existences.

The other four are the four leaders of the Quicksand Assassin Group. Each of these four is a superhuman existence. They have assassinated countless opponents in this life without losing a single one!
And the seven people under him are the seven sword slaves in Zhao Gao's Luowang Assassin Group.

But the training method of the Luowang Assassin Group is to kill each other, the winner lives, and the loser dies!

The moment they became sword slaves, they had already forgotten their names and their past. In the rest of their lives, they had only one mission, which was to be the sharp blade in Zhao Gao's hand and pierce the enemy's heart!
And after these 15 people, there are [-] masters in black armor with strong aura.

This is the elite of the Qin State. Looking at their breath, each of them has reached the state of a master and has cultivated into a primordial spirit. None of these people can be regarded as a master if they are among the people, and they are enough to pull a party. Among them, there are nine hundred such masters.

Master Nine Hundred held a sharp blade in the void and did not make any sound. His uniform movements and sharp-edged battle clothes gave people a sense of solemnity and solemnity.

Among them are three hundred Meng Family Army, three hundred Quicksand Assassins, and three hundred Net Assassins. Those who can make it into the nine hundred are the real elites of Great Qin!
"They are coming!" Seeing the chariot approaching from a distance, and the masters behind the chariot, Yan Dan said in a deep voice.

Finally, the chariot stopped in front of the organ city, and all the masters behind the chariot stopped at the same time, and the atmosphere stagnated!
"Three of the four have come, please senior!" In the organ city, Yan Dan cupped his hands to the half-god.

Those who practice all the way are the first, and the half-god can be regarded as a senior like him.

"There is one more person in the future, and it's not yet time for me to make a move!" Half God said indifferently.

To him, there is not much difference between killing three people and not killing one person. If he wants to calm down this turbulent time and space, none of the four people will be able to survive.

At this time, he didn't want to destroy the future picture he saw. If he made a move in advance to scare away the last person, so that the last person could not hide, his trip would be meaningless.

Although the people around Yandan were shocked by Yandan's attitude towards this mysterious person, they didn't say anything. In their opinion, this person should be a helper invited by Yandan.

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, death is not a pity!"

"cut!"

Finally, Ying Zheng's majestic and cold voice came from the chariot, breaking the stagnant atmosphere in the arena.

However, he himself did not step out of the chariot, but behind him, six peerless masters, together with fifteen peak immortals, and nine hundred masters went straight to the Mohist Trap City!

……

"Long time no see Meng Tian!"

In the organ city, two handsome figures in black robes directly faced Meng Tian in golden chain mail.

These two people wore hair crowns, their eyes were full of radiance, and there was a kind of sharpness that ordinary people did not have. If they were on the battlefield, these two people must be two Confucian generals!

The two of them are Wu Qi and Zhao She of the military family.

Military strategists focus on the way of the battlefield. Their theories are based on the art of war, and they pay attention to the fact that soldiers are not tired of deceit. They are the most witty and versatile in the battlefield. If you are stuck in a battle, few can compare with military strategists.

"It's been a long time!" Meng Tian said with a smile, his figure is very burly, with a Chinese character face, giving people a sense of might.

Coupled with his invincible aura of invincibility, ordinary people may directly bow down to his majesty when they see him.

"Fifteen years ago, the two of you were lucky enough to escape from your own hands. Today you will have no chance!" Meng Tian said indifferently. Invincible.

But in the end they were all defeated by him, Meng Tian, ​​but the two of them are also worthy of the reputation of military strategists with countless tricks, even if they were defeated, they still escaped a life in his hands.

"It's not certain whether the two of us will be able to escape today, but you, General Meng Tian, ​​are probably running out of time!" Wu Qi chuckled.

What Meng Tian practiced was his Meng Family's Rakshatian Luo Kung Fu, which is as strong as the Yang, and it is said that it is a Taoist Kung Fu, not for ordinary people to learn.

And if ordinary people practice this skill forcefully, they will be affected by the yang energy of this skill, which will greatly reduce their lifespan.

In the Meng family, no one who practices this skill can live past the age of 64, which is also known as the 64-year-old limit!
Correspondingly, the closer to 64 years old a person practicing this skill is, the more terrifying his skill will be.

It is said that when the deadline is approaching, the ancestors of the Meng family burned the source of life to the limit, shaking the gods with one blow!

In the way of war, attacking the city is the bottom line and attacking the heart is the top priority. At this time, Wu Qi undoubtedly wanted to use this to influence Meng Tian's mind.

But Meng Tian was not moved by it at all, and finally he shouted violently: "Take my Fangtian painting halberd!"

　Thanks to book friend laozuo123 for the reward of 500 starting coins, thank you for your support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)