Dragon-Marked War God

"We can't stand it anymore, Yunxiao sister."

Yang Tianfeng's mouth is bitter, with tremendous pressure, hundreds of gods and thousands of gods, and all the defeated, the scene is very chaotic. The people of the military family know that the general trend has gone. It is already being stunned by the fight. I don’t know the people from the north and the south, and the people of the hundred gods are all obliterated. The gods have also died more than ten people. This battle has already entered the heat. In the stage, let the soldiers of the military, all of them are downcast, frightened and inexplicable.

"withdraw!"

Yang Yunqi gritted his teeth and his face was blue and violent. A generation of soldiers and women, Yang Yunqi, finally acknowledged their shortcomings at this time and fought against them again. The outcome is probably completely unacceptable to her. The Emperor is already strong. One third of the deaths, even for the military, is also a great damage. The real backbone of the gods and respected masters is also quite miserable, losing nearly half. This situation is completely unacceptable to Yang Yunqi.

But there is nothing to help, the situation is compelling, and what she can do is only the Mingjin retreat, and then the war. Now in this place of the military, the formation is still broken, and the power of the five-party Tianmen is endless. I thought it would be enough to stick to the natural danger, but now it seems that it is a one-sided trend.

Although Yang Yunqi is very conceited, she still knows that she is too heavy and will continue to fight. They are likely to be wiped out.

After a retreat, everyone started to fight hard if they got a big fight. If Yang Yunqi didn't speak, then they fled in a flurry, but with Yang Yunxuan's order, they opened their own escapes.

The people of the Mohist family are all elites. The five parties are broken. They are unscrupulous. The soldiers of the military are tempted to entangle them. The Moyu thousand cities are brave and invincible. Except for Yang Yunqi, no one should be his opponent. Among the enemy forces, killing and killing, can be described as hearty, their own grievances, but also venting, the soldiers of the military, the defeat of the mountains, and finally completely fled.

Yang Yunqi also ate a few times in the hands of Mo Ling Dongchen, and complained in his heart. He did not expect that the thieves of this group of Mohists were so strong, and now she seems to be only unlucky.

The military squad, the prestige of the past, is already gone, with the defeat of the soldiers, and fleeing thousands of miles away, this scene is already unknown.

"Poor and chase!"

Moyu Qiancheng shouted and sighed, and they were so elated. They finally raised their eyebrows and forced the people of the military to retreat. No one was damaged. Instead, the other party suffered heavy losses. It was too fast.

Whether it is the Moyu Thousand Cities or the Mohist people behind him, all of them are dragons and tigers, and there is no such thing as a slap.

Everyone is behind the Moyu Thousand Cities, and Mo Lingdong Chen is also the same. Grandpa is now a temperamental appetite. It is rare to repel the military and re-enter the Mohist, and it will surely make him full of confidence.

“Thank you for helping the seniors.”

Moyu Qiancheng faces Jiang Chen, who is shrouded in the clouds above the void, and gives a slight respect. Although he does not know who the other is, but if there is no such person before, then they are absolutely It is impossible to win such a relaxed, even the repression of the other party's five-party Tianmen array has not been known. Now it is turning safe and safe, and drinking back the enemy and killing the enemy. This battle makes the Moyu Qiancheng very happy. On the return to the Mohist family, the flag is victorious, who can be unhappy?

“Thank you for helping others.”

Mo Ling Dongchen and others are also slightly in the body, Hong Sheng said, but Jiang Chen is silent, stepping on the clouds, far away from this natural danger, disappeared without a trace.

"This high man is really eccentric, hahaha, but fortunately, God is blessed, otherwise, I am in danger."

Moyu Thousand Cities slightly decapitated, focusing on the top, for those who do not want to reveal their identity, is also full of awe.

"In any case, it is gratifying to be able to beat the military today. Congratulations to Grandpa."

Mo Ling Dong Chen said that in the twinkling of an eye, the cloud of clouds has disappeared, making Mo Ling Dong Chen very doubtful, and full of expectations for the mysterious and noble.

Jiang Chen? Will it be you? Innocent Dongchen’s heart smiles, how can it be? If it is him, this guy is expected to show up.

"It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Let's go quickly. The place where the military strategists are in the depths of the battlefield. Once the soldiers of the military have moved to save the troops and come back, our situation can be dangerous. If there is no expert to help, we may not be able to easily Win this battle."

Moyu Qiancheng said with a deep voice, the incomparable worries in the heart, on the other hand, the heart is like an arrow. In front of 400,000 miles, the Mohist family is there, and his heart is already in full swing.

The hometown is even more embarrassing, and I dare not ask anyone!

At this time, the Moyu Thousand Cities never returned after 100,000 years. My heart is already full of expectations. For the Mohist family, the thoughts of the homeland are overflowing with words.

The leaves must be rooted. Although he has not yet reached the old day, the more the Moyu Qiancheng is a long time, the more he misses his homeland, and others may not feel it, but his heart is full. Excited, this moment, he waited for too long.

"grandfather."

Mo Ling Dongchen whispered, holding her grandfather's hand tightly. At that moment, her heart was also very bitter. Grandpa was smashed for 100,000 years, and he succumbed to the Mohist family. He was greatly devastated to his grandfather's body and mind. Now, once again returning to the Mohist family, the bitterness and tension in the heart of Grandpa can be imagined.

After a group of eighteen people, all of them are after the Moyu thousand cities, these people are all Mohist elites. Today, Moling Dongchen is already the head of the family, but it is not the Mohist orthodoxy. This time, returning to scrubbing the grievances is also to let yourself be People, confessed to the ancestors.

"Go! The front is our home."

Mo Yu Qiancheng suppressed the excitement of the heart, and looked at the forefront and walked away.

In the rest of the month, when Jiang Chen appeared here, almost with the footsteps of Moyu Qiancheng, although Jiang Chen’s strength is stronger than them, but taking this crystal smash, the speed of Jiang Chen is slower. This crystal enamel can't be included in the ancestral tower, and it has its own uniqueness.

"If you want to enter the South China Sea, you can only walk through the Mohist. If you circumvent it, it is hundreds of thousands of miles, or even a million miles away."

Jiang Chen's brows are wrinkled. It seems that he can only choose to enter the city. The Moh family is the leader among the hundreds of families. Jiang Chen does not want to be hard. After all, this is the land of others. It’s not a hard thing to go through.