My Empire

  Lu Yun hugged his broken arm and stomped wildly in the woods. He tripped over something and fell, but he struggled to get up with a very fast speed.

  He was gasping for breath, and kept turning back, seeming to want to make sure that no one came to chase the injured him.

  Because of the too much movement, his wounds have collapsed, not only the broken arm, but also the two sword wounds on his body.

  This is just a **** puppet left on him. If it weren’t for a Swordsman Senior Brother who stopped him, he would be a corpse now.

  Sadly, he can only run backwards desperately now, and go back to tell his master that the masters he sent are almost completely lost now.

  When they were flying in the air, they were intercepted by some terrible weapons. They could only retreat to the ground. Before taking a break, they were surrounded by hordes of terrible puppets.

  These puppets are as powerful as the ones they have seen before, or even more powerful. Especially there is a puppet with a strange "circle and vertical" pattern on its forehead, which is very powerful.

  When they killed the **** puppets before, it was because the opponent had fewer people, and they could use pincers or siege to kill the opponent.

  But now, the number of these puppets is too much, much more than the masters of the Heavenly Sword God Sect. They are now the target of the siege, so they are at a disadvantage as soon as they start the war.

  The feeling of relying on more people to bully fewer people, they are not upset by others before they get enough.

  The current Lu Yun, while running backwards, is thinking in his mind, thinking about a desperate question. Why does the other party have so many masters?

  The root of their Heavenly Sword God Sect spreading across several worlds is because they have enough masters, so many that their opponents can't afford to consume them.

   But now, Lu Yun discovered that the masters of both sides who have entered the battlefield seem to have no less opponents than the Heavenly Sword God Sect! Under this kind of battle, the loss of the Heavenly Sword God Sect had already been estimated much, much better.

  Under such circumstances, the Heavenly Sword God Sect’s plan to use an elder and his disciples to rule this new cave heaven and blessed land seemed to be a bit too big.

  In the face of such an enemy, even if the Heavenly Sword God Sect uses a few elders and dispatches an army of tens of thousands of swordsmen, it may not be able to win it directly.

  He must be faster, and bring this news back to his master, only in this way, can he reduce his loss as much as possible.

  As long as they ask for help from the Heavenly Sword God Sect, they can gain more troops and crush their opponents more quickly!

  So, those masters who came here to fight with the big disciple of the white-clothed old man, desperately broke through, hoping to let people send this exact news back to the white-haired old man. No way, they don't have mobile phones or radio equipment, so they can't immediately transmit their own intelligence information.

  They only have some props such as jade cards for letter transmission, and such props obviously can't transmit the message completely.

  At least in this respect, they are backward and primitive, and the original electronic warfare units of the Ailan Hill Empire cannot find the communication signals that need to be interfered...

  The battle is still going on cruelly, and the swordsmen in white who finally broke out are retreating in embarrassment.

  (The code word speed is too slow, it cannot be updated before clicking, and there is no fake note, so I copied some words first, and I will change it tomorrow, everyone, stay safe)

  Lu Yun hugged his broken arm and stomped wildly in the woods. He tripped over something and fell, but he struggled to get up with a very fast speed.

  He was gasping for breath, and kept turning back, seeming to want to make sure that no one came to chase the injured him.

  Because of the too much movement, his wounds have collapsed, not only the broken arm, but also the two sword wounds on his body.

  This is just a **** puppet left on him. If it weren’t for a Swordsman Senior Brother who stopped him, he would be a corpse now.

  Sadly, he can only run backwards desperately now, and go back to tell his master that the masters he sent are almost completely lost now.

  When they were flying in the air, they were intercepted by some terrible weapons. They could only retreat to the ground. Before taking a break, they were surrounded by hordes of terrible puppets.

  These puppets are as powerful as the ones they have seen before, or even more powerful. Especially there is a puppet with a strange "circle and vertical" pattern on its forehead, which is very powerful.

  When they killed the **** puppets before, it was because the opponent had fewer people, and they could use pincers or siege to kill the opponent.

  But now, the number of these puppets is too much, much more than the masters of the Heavenly Sword God Sect. They are now the target of the siege, so they are at a disadvantage as soon as they start the war.

  The feeling of relying on more people to bully fewer people, they are not upset by others before they get enough.

  The current Lu Yun, while running backwards, is thinking in his mind, thinking about a desperate question. Why does the other party have so many masters?

  The root of their Heavenly Sword God Sect spreading across several worlds is because they have enough masters, so many that their opponents can't afford to consume them.

   But now, Lu Yun discovered that the masters of both sides who have entered the battlefield seem to have no less opponents than the Heavenly Sword God Sect! Under this kind of battle, the loss of the Heavenly Sword God Sect had already been estimated much, much better.

  Under such circumstances, the Heavenly Sword God Sect’s plan to use an elder and his disciples to rule this new cave heaven and blessed land seemed to be a bit too big.

  In the face of such an enemy, even if the Heavenly Sword God Sect uses a few elders and dispatches an army of tens of thousands of swordsmen, it may not be able to win it directly.

  He must be faster, and bring this news back to his master, only in this way, can he reduce his loss as much as possible.

  As long as they ask for help from the Heavenly Sword God Sect, they can gain more troops and crush their opponents more quickly!

  So, those masters who came here to fight with the big disciple of the white-clothed old man, desperately broke through, hoping to let people send this exact news back to the white-haired old man. No way, they don't have mobile phones or radio equipment, so they can't immediately transmit their own intelligence information.

  They only have some props such as jade cards for letter transmission, and such props obviously can't transmit the message completely. .