Three Kingdoms: The maid Big and Small Qiao, I dominate Koto

The Great Sun is in the sky.

The aura of slaughter pervaded all directions.

The Liu clan had as many as 6,000 soldiers.

Zongwu was dressed in cloth armor and guarded Ubao with a long Goline array.

Five miles away.

The Chibi Army repaired in a plain.

Wang Xiong held his horse’s mane and stared at the vast Wubao in the distance.

“Master.”

Gan Ning stepped forward and said: “The last general asked for battle, since he is a vanguard, how can he repair with the Chinese army, instead of fighting in the front.” ”

“What’s the hurry.”

Wang Xiong said extremely flatly.

“Oh.”

Gannin suddenly stopped.

On the side, Liao Hua stared into the distance and said in a deep voice: “They took the initiative to send troops.” ”

Not far away.

Liu’s Zongwu’s array.

It has begun to move forward.

The steps stepped on the ground, and the rumble shook the sky

The marching footsteps swept through a large amount of loess, forming a spectacle that covered the sky.

“Prepare for war.”

“Prepare for war.”

Gan Ning and Liao Hua’s expressions changed drastically.

In anger, the Chibi Army generals who were repairing hurriedly put on armor and lined up.

“Wang Hu.”

Liao Hua turned on his horse and shouted angrily: “You give Lao Tzu a good resistance, if you fall in the formation, not only will you be punished, but then the whole song will sit together.” ”

“Oh.”

The centurion Wang Hu should drink iron blood.

Chibi Dalu, a symbol of the First Army, is comparable to Wang Xiong.

When the two armies are at war, if the Great Fortress is destroyed, the momentum of the first army will collapse.

“Boom.”

“Boom.”

The march was from far and near.

As far as the eye can see, 6,000 sects are on display.

In the front row, Sect Marshal Liu Ying carried a knife, and beside him stood the big man of the Liu family.

“Brush.”

Wang Xiong turned over and got on his horse.

With a sigh, the detective lifted the halberd stuck in the ground.

The two armies faced each other.

Three thousand chibi army against six thousand Liu clan Zongwu.

A murderous force rushed straight at the bullfighting, stirring up this dusty battlefield.

“Wang Zhengnan.”

Liu Ying’s eyes were full of contempt.

At that time, when he fought on the battlefield, Wang Xiong was still a young son.

Now, the Yellow Turban Army of Tianyue Mountain has changed into a Chibi Army occupying the sea dusk, which is really funny.

“Too much talk is useless.”

“Chibi will win.”

Wang Xiong threw up his halberd and directly rushed to kill.

Reasonably, the Chibi Army and the Liu Clan Clan are incompatible existences.

In this battle, he had the belief that he would win, and one Liu Ying and six thousand sects would not become a roadblock for the Chibi army to advance.

“War.”

“Chibi will win.”

Gan Ning and Liao Hua led the charge.

Fearless in battle.

Chibi wins.

It is already a belief that is integrated into the bone and blood.

Three thousand fierce pawns brazenly rushed towards the six thousand sects.

“Kill.”

Liu Ying’s long knife pointed straight ahead.

Six thousand sects are also killing the front.

The war begins.

Everyone was full of anger and blood, killing the sky.

The footsteps swept the dust and completely disturbed the plain.

Three miles.

Two miles.

Five hundred steps.

Three hundred steps.

The shouts of killing have gradually died down.

Along with it, it was a rain of arrows like locusts.

Gold and stone are intertwined, sonorous resonance, iron hooves sweep the hot breath of war.

“Boom.”

Wang Xiong rushed ahead.

His eyes burst with fierce anger.

He lived his second life across millennia.

In this life, I will not and do not want to be subservient to others, let alone accept the constraints of others.

Under the burden of the war horse, the halberd in his hand swept across the battlefield like a jade pillar.

“Poof.”

The halberd strikes across the void.

The blade of the halberd is like the moon, slicing a long silver light.

Blood spilled on the battlefield, and the first rank of the Zongwu soldiers was thrown on the smoke, bloody and terrifying.

“Kill!”

Wang Xiong’s eyes were like knives, fighting in the crowd.

The halberd was wielded to the extreme, and every blow carried great power.

The blade of the halberd was fierce, wantonly cutting through the armor of the Zongwu soldiers, without the slightest resistance, dismembering the flesh and blood bones in this battlefield.

Then.

Gan Ning, Liao Hua entered.

Three thousand chibi fierce pawns took advantage of the gap that Wang Xiong tore open to enter the six thousand sect array.

They are all ordinary people who have been forced to go to Tianyue Mountain, and they are also Chibi soldiers who uphold their unyielding aspirations.

Soon.

The wail resounded across the plains.

The Chibi army was like chopping melons and cutting vegetables, destroying the entire column of Zongwu.

Miles of plains, the land of hoops, stained red with blood and stained with organs.

Battlefield Center.

Wang Xiong is still impacting.

He has a long knife in one hand and a halberd in the other.

The armor on his body was soaked with blood, and his eyes were still staring at the Liu Clan Sect.

The two armies are at war.

The boss died in battle and fell down.

This all means that one side of the army has been defeated, and the remaining soldiers will only scatter in one fell swoop, so it is his purpose to capture the flag.

The wind roared.

The wail resounded in Shino.

Six thousand sects trembled, and began to avoid the blade in fear.

The Chibi Army was far more powerful than they imagined, with sharp blades and strong armor, countless times stronger than the armaments of these sects.

“.”

Liu Ying looked at the chaotic Zong Wu and became angry and corrupted.

“Liu Ying.”

“You deserve to die.”

Wang Xiong broke into the center of the enemy army alone.

A blood-stained halberd, hanging several strips of flesh and blood pointing straight ahead.

“Thief.”

“Ann can kill me.”

Liu Ying stepped forward with a knife in hand and scolded.

“Die.”

Wang Xiong let out a long roar.

The war horse is psychic and resonates under the stimulation of strong killing intent.

With the momentum of breaking the formation, carrying nearly two hundred pounds of gravity, it sprinted on the battlefield.

Ten thousand troops lined up, and the fierce momentum of my first completely crushed the remnants of the Liu Clan Zongwu.

That moment.

They sluggish in place.

Under the gaze, the war horse man stood up.

A thick and heavy halberd slammed down into the sky, and the blade that shattered and rose horizontally, smashing Liu Ying’s head to pieces, and yellow and white things splashed on the faces of the surrounding Liu Clan Zongwu.

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