Fengshen Wendaoxing

The Four Generals of the Demon Family and the five members of Yang Jian fought in one place.

Boom!

The earth was shaking, and the allied forces of the princes seemed to be in a torrent, driving the bronze chariot and invading here.

Here is a plain at the foot of Qishan Mountain, which is suitable for combat.

The armies on both sides are tens of feet apart, but this distance is rapidly shortening.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters...

"Let the arrow!"

When the princes' coalition forces were very close, Zhang Guifang waved his palm.

The huge shields were separated, and a team of archers quickly stepped forward to suppress a burst of bows and arrows.

call out! call out! call out!

There are dense arrows in the sky, like dark clouds, like locusts, falling down from the sky.

A soldier fell, was shot in the heart, and died.

The other fell down again and was shot in the limbs, not dead, screaming...

These arrows do not have long eyes, and where they fall within a limited distance are completely random.

But the coalition forces are too dense, so the hit rate is very high, but not many kills in one blow.

Two or three hundred people died and hundreds of people were injured under this wave of arrows.

After one wave of arrows is shot, there is another wave, and the next wave.

But there was no chance after shooting the second wave.

There are too many coalition forces. Although the two waves of arrows have shot a lot, they are only a drop in the bucket compared to the army, and there are more troops that have rushed to the front.

"kill!"

Zhang Guifang stretched out his hand and drew his sword, raising it with a loud shout. Suddenly, the Yin and Shang army, headed by the ancient bronze chariot, rushed forward in mighty force.

The chariot is rumbling, and the iron hoof is flying!

On a vast plain below Qishan, the battle began.

At the moment when the two torrents met, a figure was knocked into flight, turned into a corpse and fell on the ground.

Pulled by four horses, three people stand on top, one archer on one side, holding a long ge, the man in the middle drives a bronze chariot.

How does the flesh and blood of ordinary people fight against the running bronze chariot?

Although this kind of chariot is controlled by only three people, it can exert enough power to top three hundred people on this battlefield.

In today's world, the largest number of chariots is the Shang Dynasty, with tens of thousands of military vehicles, and it is known as the country of ten thousand vehicles.

The size of the big prince is one thousand, the middle prince is five hundred, and the small prince is one hundred.

This time, the Jiamengguan army has three hundred such chariots, and the number of princes on the opposite side seems to have reached five hundred.

The advantage of the tank quickly caused a large number of casualties to Dashang.

When the chariot hit and passed, no one could stop it, directly cutting their army formation through a few slits.

"Marshal Zhang."

Lu Chuan looked at the tanks and said, "Those tanks are a bit of a threat, and this mansion wants to destroy them."

Zhang Guifang said: "Lu Canjun, don't take risks with your own body. The chariot is only useful in the early stage, but it won't work in the later stage."

He was telling the truth.

Now the chariot can gallop freely, but when many people die on the ground, how can it run?

"Who said I'm going up?"

Lu Chuan smiled, picked up the bow, hit the arrow, and pulled away with a scream.

Thirty steps away, a galloping chariot fell down with an arrow in the throat of the driver in the middle.

This military vehicle is considered scrapped.

Without the driver, the four horses galloped on the battlefield, unable to avoid the corpses on the ground, and the final result was a car overturned.

In the real army confrontation, Lu Chuan also discovered one thing.

That is, although martial arts powerhouses are still useful, it is really not obvious. Even if they are strong and have a deep cultivation base, their true energy will always be exhausted.

Innate warriors can be like Zhao Yun, from which Yu Wanjun enters and exits seven times, taking the first level of enemy generals.

But when it comes to killing, you really can't kill too much.

Just killing hundreds of people consumes their energy and exhausts them to death, so they only kill key people.

Lu Chuan's arrows looked like eyes.

All local military vehicles close to him suffered, and the last one fell down one by one, there were more than twenty vehicles.

But soon, the corpses were everywhere on the battlefield.

The advantages of this tank are as obvious as the disadvantages.

Boom!

However, there are a few battlefields that no one rushes to approach, that is, the battlefield of the four generals of the Mojia and the five people of Yang Jian.

It looked like a fight between the gods, the waves of terror and the glorious brilliance, whoever was close to die, finally flew into the sky.

Mo Li Qing fights against Yang Jian, Jin Zha Mu Zha is Mo Li Hong again, Huang Tianhua is Mo Li Shou, and Ne Zha is Mo Li Hai.

Lu Chuan looked around and said, "The two marshals are not well. I'll go to help. I'll leave it to you here, Marshal Zhang!"

He is more worried about the air than the situation on the ground.

Although Mo Lihong had a Hunyuan Umbrella, he was injured after all, and was also injured by Jin Zha Mu Zha that day.

When the enemy meets today, they are naturally jealous.

Those two brothers are not ordinary, and there are magic weapons...

Zhang Guifang said solemnly: "Lu Canjun, be careful!"

Lu Chuan nodded, squeezed his palm, and a dazzling black light flashed.

Accompanied by a dragon chant, a shot of black gold forged, the euphorbia circling the golden dragon appeared in his hand, ready to step into the air and fly.

But the next moment an embarrassing scene appeared for Master Lu.

As soon as Xuanlongji appeared, the horse under his seat was directly crushed and screamed.

"Oh, it's time to find a good mount."

Lu Chuan sighed, this horse still couldn't carry his Xuanlong Halberd.

"Good halberd, good soldier!"

Seeing the mysterious dragon halberd in Lu Chuan's hand, Zhang Guifang's eyes lit up and exclaimed. He was obviously also an acquaintance.

"so far so good!"

Lu Chuan smiled awkwardly, looked at the four battle groups in the sky, and finally his eyes flashed and saw the battlefield of Jin Zha Mu Zha and Mo Li Hong.

Lu Chuan's expression became stern, and while waving his hands, he threw the Xuanlong Halberd at the three of them.

hold head high!

Accompanied by a dragon chant, the Xuanlong halberd suddenly turned into a black dragon phantom, fierce and ferocious, with thick scales, exuding a monstrous aura, hovering up into the sky.

"carefully!"

Jiang Ziya was also paying attention to the battlefield in the sky. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help letting out an exclamation.

"what?"

Jinzha Muzha each wielded two swords, and easily suppressed the injured Mo Lihong, but suddenly his hairs stood up, and a chill rushed to the Tianling Gai from under his feet.

As if being stared at by a terrifying beast.

"Not good!" The two exclaimed, before they had time to look, they swiftly retreated in the sky.

Just dodging, a hideous black dragon phantom roared, passing directly through the place where they stood just now.

"what?"

"That is……"

The two brothers looked up at the black dragon phantom, uncertain.

Suddenly, their pupils shrank, and the black dragon actually fell into the hands of someone.

Lu Chuan!

Although the two brothers knew each other, they were pretty sure just now and didn't see him there at first sight.

Appear out of thin air?

The two brothers looked at each other, their expressions became solemn, and they tightened the two swords in their hands.

When Lu Chuan fell, Mo Lihong hurried forward.

I saw that his forehead was full of sweat at this time~www.readwn.com~ breathing was a little short, obviously it was a bit hard.

In fact, he was also ready to use the Hunyuan Umbrella against the enemy.

Mo Lihong said with joy: "Join the army!"

Lu Chuan said, "How about it, do you still insist on living?"

Mo Lihong grinned and said, "Of course, when I join the army, I have a bottom line in my heart."

Lu Chuan nodded, and looked at the two Jinzha Muzha: "One hit two, bullying the less by more, not fighting by force, come over, I'll accompany you to fight."

Mo Lihong said: "Join the army, do you...want to fight two?"

Lu Chuan said, "You only need to take out the Hunyuan Umbrella and hold it in your hand. I will win this battle."

He is not afraid of these two brothers, really, it doesn't matter if you hit two.

The only thing to be afraid of is that it is a magic weapon, and I don't know if their master has passed it on to them.