I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Thousands of miles north of Wanren Mountain, there is a majestic pass city.

This is the last grand pass in the human world. Because the gate is closed with the awe-inspiring righteousness, it is named Zhengqi Pass, and because of its jade color, it is also called Yumen Pass.

After leaving Yumen Pass, there is a desert thousands of miles away, where the power of Heavenly Dao and the power of the barbarian are entangled endlessly, and every piece of land here has witnessed countless times of human-barbarian wars.

Now, a new battle begins.

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The wind was fierce, and the gate of Yumen Pass slowly opened, and the 10,000 soldiers of the Divine General battalion who had just been transported from Wanren City through Heavenly Dao luck slowly walked out of the closed gate.

Exciting drums sounded, this is the chief general of Yumen Pass, the Great Confucian Su Dingfang personally beat the drums for the Divine General camp.

As the general of one side, Su Dingfang naturally understood the significance of this battle to the human race.

If you lose, you don't need to say much.

If it wins, it will open up a new chapter for the human race's resistance to barbarism.

From then on, the human race can become a War Practitioner in the army, and it will be ten times as good as it is now!

...

Hearing Su Dingfang's drumbeat, Zhong Qi's heart was agitated. Before leaving, he was appointed as the main general of this battle, to control the battalions, and he was already familiar with the style and characteristics of all the Divine General battalions.

"Tulan Wanqi..." Zhong Qifang looked to the far north, and the approaching Cloud of Blood Qi showed that the barbarian army was also coming towards them at this time.

As the descendant of the family of generals from generation to generation, he is no stranger to this Wan Qi.

"Turan" means "forward" in barbaric language.

This is a barbarian army that only knows how to advance.

They don't have ninth-rank barbarians, the lowest level is eighth-rank barbarians, and seventh-rank barbarians can only be a centurion.

Compared with other barbarians who slaughtered the people of the tribe, this team has definitely ranked in the top three in terms of the number of human troops slaughtered in the past ten years.

"Turan is called the fourth hand of the Mordan Khan." Zhong Qifang said to the lieutenant beside him, "It is the sharp blade in the heart of the Mordan Khan."

"In this battle, we will break this sharp blade."

"Don't worry, General Zhong!" a captain of Yunchang Camp said with cupped hands, "No matter how hard this sharp blade is, it can't be as strong as my human strength. It's just a small knife, and I have Azure Dragon Yanyue in Yunchang Camp, which can kill those gangs for sale. The leader."

Zhong Qifang smiled lightly. Since the outline of the charm of the heroic spirit, the behavior and style of these people have become more and more similar to the characters in the book, such as Guan Yu's aloofness, Sun Ce's domineering, Xiahou's staunch...

Thinking of this, Zhong Qi Fang couldn't help remembering that someone had sketched out the charm of "Pan Feng".

It's just a pity that one hit kills.

Shaking his head, he shook off these flying thoughts.

"Order the whole army to speed up."

"Attract barbarians to fight in the hinterland of the wasteland, don't get too close to Yumen Pass!"

"Here!" Immediately, a messenger took the order, and passed on the military order to release all kinds of seeds!

...

At the same time, Mochik also led Turanwan on a gallop on the wasteland.

Naturally, he also saw the faint blue cloud in the distance, and that was his prey.

In this thousand-mile wilderness where Heavenly Dao and wild sky are mixed, no spell can transmit the picture here back to the rear.

but!

Mochik knew that those old guys from the Khan's Ministry must be spies secretly investigating Turanwan's cavalry.

Every move I make in this battle will be recorded and brought back by them.

As self-supporting or own material.

So he's going to win.

Not only to win, but also to win beautifully!

Mochik shouted: "Warriors of Turan, speed up, this prince will end this boring battle before the sun sets!"

"I will reward the bravest soldier with my first daughter!"

"Ah--" Hearing Mochik's promise, Turan Wanqi suddenly became emotional.

Even Javier looked at Mochik unexpectedly, not to mention his courage, this little prince is truly generous.

He wanted to ask if he was eligible to participate in the competition.

Stimulated by Mochik's reward, Turan Wanqi was excited, and his forward speed suddenly increased by a few points.

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Wanren Mountain.

Han Qingzhu was sitting in the mighty mansion, talking with a great Confucianist.

"Soldier, are you really not worried about the first battle?"

"Erlang will kill the enemy himself, I'll just sit up and play chess."

"But……"

"Every major event must be calm, you, how can you get into the right mind with this state of mind."

"I mean……"

"No need to say anything, just play chess with peace of mind."

"Soldier, you used the wrong piece! The black piece in your hand is mine!"

"Huh? Truth is afraid that you will lose too quickly, so I just help you take a step! Look, if you land here, you will get stuck in Truth?"

...

Wild wilderness.

"Report to General Zhong, the barbarian army is twenty miles away from our army!"

Zhong Qifang nodded: "Yun Changying, Xiahouying, and Sun Ceying step forward, and Yideying is in the rear, ready to fight!"

"Here!"

...

"Little prince, you are in charge, the human race is attacking."

"It's ridiculous, actually confronting my barbarians! Are you a mighty man?"

"No, three armies of mainly ordinary people!"

"Ordinary people?"

Javier and Mochik glanced at each other, and they both saw puzzlement on each other's faces.

"What kind of trick is the human race doing? Use ordinary people to fight us?"

"Maybe the human race heard that it was me, Turanwan, so they gave up this battle."

"In that case, kill them all!"

There was a bloodthirsty smile on Javier's face: "Follow your will, my prince."

There was a sharp shout from Javier's mouth, and Turan Wanqi also accelerated and charged.

...

The former soldiers of the two armies finally saw each other.

Javier made another strange sound, and suddenly several barbarians rushed out from the barbarian army, and shot towards the Divine General camp like sharp arrows.

This is the usual tactics of the barbarian elite. The human race is below the master's level, and the means of fighting against the barbarians is nothing more than unity, so the barbarians will use their most elite troops as knives inserted into the human army to break up the formation of the human race and pave the way for the massacre of the follow-up troops.

"Go to hell, human race!" the barbarian shouted loudly, the distance was not far, he could almost see the face of the human sergeant rushing forward, and he began to think about where to go to kill him later.

"Ordinary people, this is a gift for me!" Mochik also confirmed at this time that in the human army, among the nearly half of the former army, there are only a few Confucian scholars, and the rest are all ordinary people , couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"There are powerful men in the rear, but only two or three thousand people." Javier said disdainfully, two or three thousand strong men actually came to face Turan Wanqi?

"It seems that this time, Turan Wanqi may be able to win the first battle without losing anyone!" Mochik also showed a relaxed smile.

However, what happened next was forever engraved in the barbarian's mind.

I saw that the former human army rushing from a distance seemed to be divided into small army formations. When they were still a mile away from them, a strange aura suddenly rose from their bodies, and that aura rose every day. Above a small army formation condensed a figure about Zhang Xu tall.

There is a big man in blue with a knife and a horse; there is a sturdy boy in red; there is also a one-eyed general with an arrow in one eye!

In an instant, phantoms of heroic spirits formed above the human army formation.

"What... what is this?" Mochik frowned slightly. He had never heard of such a spell in the human race!

"You don't have to worry about the little prince, but they are just phantoms condensed by ordinary people, so there is nothing to worry about." Javier reassured.

At this moment, voices sounded out of nowhere in the sky and the earth.

"I think Er is a person who inserts bids and sells heads!"

"Jiangdong disciples, why are you afraid of the world!"

"Father's sperm and mother's blood, don't give up!"

The heroic spirits of the battle formation rushed towards the oncoming barbarian army, and in the moment of confrontation, barbarians were constantly cut down and barbarian cavalry.

"This human race... this human race..." Mochik was startled, and when he looked up, he saw the former human army who had condensed the heroic spirits in the battle array and was about to leave. He shouted: "The whole army charges!"

At the same time, the Divine General Battalion of the former army has also given way to the Chinese army, and the pre-arranged Zhong Qi shouted: "Majestic!"

"Majestic!"

"Majestic!"

The majestic men of the three thousand Zilong camp replaced the former army in an instant, and rushed towards the barbarian army formation, and shadows of Zilong with silver spears and white horses condensed above the formation of the Zilong camp.

"Kill!" Zhong Qifang rushed into the barbarian army formation first, and a vague figure of a white horse general appeared beside him, waving his gun to block an attack for him.

"Destroy them! Destroy them!" Mochik yelled loudly. The majestic Turan Wanqi was successfully charged by three thousand powerful men of the human race. He had already fallen into a disadvantage in this battle.

Only by completely annihilating the human race can his reputation be restored.

That's right, it may be a great achievement to kill all these powerful people and capture all the ordinary people who gather strange figures.

Such an attack is impossible for ordinary people...

At this time, taking advantage of the mighty men holding back the pace of the barbarian army, the Yunchang camp, Sun Ce camp, and Xiahou camp once again condensed a new battle formation heroic spirit, rushing towards the barbarian army formation!

"Pour the wine, come as you go."

"I am Jiangdong Sun Bofu!"

"Bold and courageous, don't be afraid of minor injuries!"

Mochick: (‘⊙w⊙`)

Countless war spirits rushed into the barbarian army again, and Turanwan, who was still entangled with the mighty men in Setsuna, was in chaos.

Zhong Qifang looked around, and his tongue burst into spring thunder: "Back!"

With the disturbance of the heroic spirits in the battle array, the mighty warriors quickly pushed out of the battlefield.

At this moment, Mochik felt his head exploded.

What's the deal with the human race?

What happened to those battle spirits?

And what happened to the phantom in the white robe next to the majestic man?

Just now I clearly saw a barbarian army going to kill a powerful man with a single knife, how did I cut it crookedly?

The master pitcher I was guarding, who threw the pistol with a hundred shots, why couldn't he throw the main general to death?

In this cut, the human race didn't have much loss, and Turan Wanqi had already lost nearly two thousand.

No, we must take back the victory.

At this time, Javier leaned over to Mochik, also full of embarrassment and anger: "Your Highness, the human race must be weak, so they ran away, and we chased them down!"

At this moment, Javier no longer thought about the aftermath of the war. If Turan Wanqi was defeated by a human army composed of three thousand powerful men and thousands of ordinary people, he would be executed as soon as he returned!

"Do as you wish!"

"Yes!"

Javier shouted loudly, and stabilized Turanwanqi's flustered position.

He exuded a strong Blood Qi, and rushed out first.

After all, Turan was the elite of Mordan. Seeing the coach's actions at this time, he immediately unified his mind and followed Javier towards the retreating majestic man.

...

"General, the barbarians are coming!" The deputy general shouted at Zhong Qifang.

Zhong Qifang laughed loudly, and continued to burst into laughter: "Make way!"

The majestic men split into left and right in an instant, giving way to the Yide camp who had been standing still in the rear. From top to bottom, the Yide camp all closed their eyes and stood in place, as if they had not seen the previous battle.

On the top of the Yide camp's army formation, phantoms of reckless people with black beards and black faces condensed, and those phantoms also had their eyes slightly closed.

Zhong Qi Fang smiled slightly, this Fei Xuying is good for everything, but it takes too long to charge up.

"Yide Camp!" Zhong Qida shouted.

The captains and soldiers of Yideying suddenly opened their eyes, and almost at the same time, Zhang Fei's phantom above also opened his leopard eyes!

That Zhang Fei opened his mouth slowly, and a voice resounded through the wasteland.

"Zhang Yide from Yan is here, who dares to fight to the death!"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

Three words of "war" came out from Xuying's mouth, and an invisible wave blew towards the oncoming Turan Qi.

"Ququ Zhanyin, I..." A thought rose in Javier's mind, and suddenly he felt as if his brain had been hit by a heavy hammer, and his eyes were blurred.

At the same time, he heard the sound of the wild horse landing behind him.

"Spiritual attack! It's a spiritual attack!" Javier's soul raged.

The Blood Qi of the Barbarian God lineage is strong, but until the Barbarian King Realm, there is no protection for the spirit.

"withdraw!"

"withdraw!"

At this time, Javier didn't care about the punishment of retreating. He had to retreat. Under the shock of his soul, without the support of the barbarian sacrifice, they would be like newborn babies!

"Want to retreat? It's too late!" Zhong Qifang turned Ben Leiju's horse's head again and shouted: "Strong!"

"Majestic!"

The majestic man rushed towards Turan Qi who was shocked by Zhang Fei's roar again, and at the same time his tongue burst into thunder: "The whole army is attacking!"

All of a sudden, the earth shook with wind and thunder!

The soldiers of the human race charged towards Turan Wanqi once again!

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"It's over, it's over!" Mochik fled frantically on his own beast.

An hour ago, he walked through this escape road with full confidence, thinking that what greeted him would be a brilliant victory.

But in just one hour, Turan Wanqi was gone!

In order to protect himself, Javier was stabbed into the throat by the general of the majestic man.

He ran away in a frenzy.

Terran!

The human race is not as weak as those people say.

They have magical battle spirits, unkillable mighty warriors, and weird attacks that send out soul attacks.

And the main force that makes up these is actually ordinary people!

Ordinary people!

The human race is really too strong!

He wants to flee back.

What sweat position, what barbarian king, he doesn't want to, and he doesn't want it anymore.

He would rather eat and wait to die, and live this life in peace.

At this moment, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and a sharp arrow shot directly out of Mochik's throat.

A moment later, Qi Fang rode over, looked at Mochik lying in a pool of blood, with a calm expression, and picked up his body with a spear.

This battle, big victory!

The newly built Barbarian Jingguan always felt that something was missing.

It turned out to be a little less expensive!

Now it's complete!

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