Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

Flashingly, Chi You waved his hand, and the sound of the war drums behind him suddenly changed.

Chi You's 9981 sworn brothers looked up and gave Chi You a look. They no longer entangled with the main force of Xuanyuan, but divided their troops into more than a dozen groups and continued to rush into the Youxiong army.

Soon, Duan Xiu, who ranked first among Chi You's sworn brothers, attracted Bai Jian's attention.

"Whose general is that? He is so brave!"

"Report to the vanguard, that is Duan Xiu, the sworn brother of the Jiuli leader."

Bai Jian's face sank, "Everyone, follow me and rush over to kill him, otherwise the military formation we have arranged with great difficulty will be destroyed by him sooner or later."

The Youxiong army attaches the most importance to the military formation. Once the military formation is broken, the combat effectiveness of the troops will be reduced by at least 30%.

The subordinates quickly grabbed Bai Jian, "Vanguard, let us go."

Bai Jian was furious, "I am the vanguard, I should charge into battle, how can I retreat in the face of battle? Besides, who else can be his opponent except me?"

After Bai Jian finished speaking, he personally led the Youxiong elite to kill him, ready to decapitate him.

When Duan Xiu saw Bai Jian coming to kill him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he sneered.

Speed ​​is the essence of war, let alone the elite led by Bai Jian.

In just a few dozen breaths, Bai Jian had rushed in front of Duan Xiu.

He gently pulled the reins, the horse he sat on neighed, jumped high, and used the force of the dive to press directly towards Duan Xiu.

The heavy golden-backed broadsword, with a huge force, fell fiercely.

Duan Xiu was on the iron-eating beast, but he had already accumulated strength, and raised the Bagua Xuanhua axe above his head to block.

There was only a loud bang, as if two metal hills collided.

Duan Xiu felt a terrifying force coming to him continuously, a piercing pain surged into his heart, the tiger's mouth seemed to be torn apart, and the whole person fell backwards uncontrollably.

On the other hand, Bai Jian seemed to be fine. Seeing that Duan Xiu blocked the attack, he even had a bit of surprise on his face.

However, this surprise was fleeting, and he took the tiger-back golden knife and killed Duan Xiu again.

In just a few dozen rounds, Duan Xiu had reached an extremely dangerous point.

At this time, Duan Xiu raised his head suddenly, with a ferocious smile on his face, "Bai Jian, you are dead."

Bai Jian was startled and looked around, only to see that the Xuanyuan elites who followed him had fallen one after another.

There were less than ten people following him, and waves of Jiuli generals came from all directions, surrounding them.

Bai Jian secretly said that it was not good, and urged his horse to break out.

But it was too late. Duan Xiu swung the Bagua Xuanhua giant axe from behind, and from all directions, swords and sabers rushed towards Bai Jian.

Even though Bai Jian was brave and invincible, he could only barely hold on for dozens of rounds under the fearless and wound-for-injury fighting style of so many Jiuli generals, and then he fell off his horse, breathless, and his clothes were soaked in blood.

Duan Xiu chopped off Bai Jian's head, swung his horse, and shouted, "Bai Jian is dead, Bai Jian is dead!"

Bai Jian was the vanguard and the first fierce general under the Xuanyuan clan. His death immediately made the Xuanyuan army lose morale.

Chi You was greatly encouraged and directly ordered the Jiuli generals to start attacking the Xuanyuan tribe's army.

Guangchengzi and Chijingzi were anxious and increased their efforts to continuously urge the spiritual treasure to attack the pharmacist and Maitreya.

But Yaoshi and Maitreya were not inferior at all, and they held Guangchengzi and the other two tightly, leaving them with no place to use their strength.

In the battlefield of Zhulu, it took only a quarter of an hour for the army of Xuanyuan tribe to begin to disintegrate, and there was a trend of defeat.

"Damn it, I lost a general!"

Xuanyuan gritted his teeth and issued an order to withdraw.

Xuanyuan withdrew his troops. When he came, there were one million troops, but when he left, there were less than 600,000 left, almost 50% of them were lost.

Except for some who died in the battle, the rest were either captured on the battlefield of Zhulu or trampled to death.

In the battlefield of Zhulu, looking at his own side who had won a great victory, Chiyou was not proud, nor did he pursue the victory, but withdrew his troops and cleaned up the battlefield.

Although the Jiuli tribe won this battle, it was only a tragic victory.

When they came, there were 600,000 elite troops, but now there are only more than 400,000 left, and they also suffered heavy losses.

In addition to these, more than 50,000 people from the Youxiong tribe were captured.

As both sides withdrew their troops, the first battle of Zhulu came to an end!

"Buzz!"

In the endless river of humanity, the luck of humanity rolled, and a stream of light fell into the Jiuli tribe.

In an instant, the luck of Jiuli began to rise steadily, while the luck of Youxiong began to decline!

If we use the ratio, both sides were 50-50 before the first battle of Zhulu.

After the first battle of Zhulu, Xuanyuan Shen was defeated and Jiuli won, so it became 40-60.

The prehistoric tribes watched the end of the first battle of Zhulu and couldn't help but talk about it.

"Hiss, Youxiong tribe was taught by the Chan Sect, but they actually lost to the Jiuli tribe."

"The Jiuli tribe was instructed by the West, so doesn't that mean that the Western religion is better than the Chan Sect?"

"Hush, keep quiet, don't dare to talk about the saints!"

In the West, in the Holy Land of Xumi, Zhunti looked at the flow of the luck of humanity, his face was full of joy, and he laughed.

"Brother, the pharmacist and his men are great. If they come a few more times, they will surely be able to annex the Xuanyuan tribe. Yuanshi is always so self-righteous and looks down on everyone. I didn't expect that the disciples he taught are actually a bunch of trash!"

A smile appeared on Jie Yin's face, "Don't be impatient. We are only temporarily ahead, and there will be a tough battle ahead."

"I've lost such a great person this time. I wonder what the expression of Old Yuan Shi on Kunlun Mountain is."

Zhunti still couldn't help laughing. Among all the saints, Yuanshi looked down upon him the most, and he also disliked Yuanshi the most.

We are all saints, why are we pretending to be so great? Pangu Zhengzong is so great? Just superior?

How can the disciples who have been taught be compared to each other?

Not even as good as the disciples he taught in the barren land of the west?

Jie Yin pondered for a while and said, "Yuanshi is the most arrogant. After this disastrous defeat, he will definitely continue to order his disciples to go down the mountain. We in the west must also send some reinforcements."

Zhunti replied cheerfully, "I am destined that Ksitigarbha will go down the mountain to assist the pharmacist and the others."

In the East China Sea, Jin'ao Island, and Biyou Palace, the hearty laughter of Master Tongtian came.

"It's so happy, it's so happy. Disciples of Chan's teaching, it turns out that they only have this little ability, how can they compare with me, Jie's teaching?"

Since moving to Jin'ao Island, Tongtian has never been in a bad mood.

Seeing Jie Jiao getting better and better than Chan Jiao day by day, the feeling is beyond mention how beautiful it is.

In the Kunlun Holy Land, in Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi's face was ashen.

He never expected that the Youxiong Tribe would be defeated by the Jiuli Tribe!

The Xiong tribe was completely defeated, and his reputation was also completely defeated. From now on, wouldn’t it mean that when he explains his teachings, he will be inferior to Western religions?

After a full day of relaxation, Yuan Shi's expression became normal, and he summoned the Antarctic Immortal and the Golden Immortals to Yuxu Palace.

"I'll meet the teacher later."

The ten Golden Immortals, including Wei Liusun and others, looked uneasy. Apparently they had also heard about the glorious achievements of the Bear Tribe.

The Antarctic Immortal Old God is here, and the matter has nothing to do with him, as if he is hanging high.

Only Ran Deng was secretly happy. Guang Chengzi and the others were still too young. They deserved such a defeat. If they gave him this job,

He will definitely do better and better than Guangchengzi!

Yuanshi didn't look at the golden immortals, but shouted, "Ren the lantern."