Super Dimensional Martial Immortal

  Chapter 338 Don't complain and punish for not teaching!

  Hoo~

Gently exhaling a breath of turbid air, Zhao Yinshun looked up at the phantom of the majestic mountains floating above his head, feeling the increasingly obvious heavy pressure, and realized that his fleet was getting farther and farther away, and he could no longer support his [Military Soul] provide strength.

   And relying on his own divinity, personality, and energy alone could not completely offset the suppression of the entire Fusang Navy, and it was more or less weakened.

   Clenching his fists, experiencing the suppression from the conceptual level, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help shaking his head helplessly.

  It is an existence outside the specification of myself that can resist the suppression of the army by itself. If an ordinary fifth-level warrior dares to rush in alone, he may not even be able to move his eyes.

   But even so, the fifth-order personality foundation is still too low, and the two mythical titles of [Wu'an] and [Champion] simply cannot exert their due suppression power.

If he wants to completely offset, or even reversely crush the military soul released by several gods and generals, he must be promoted to at least the sixth level... No, it is better to be a myth, and at the same time, he must make the two mythical military souls fatter, so that he Let us restore our original strength as soon as possible...

   With a sudden change in his mind, Zhao Yinshun suppressed the flying thoughts and returned his attention to the battlefield.

   Not far away, Yasuo Yamamoto stood guard in front of his injured companions as if he was facing a formidable enemy. The mountainous aura barrier completely enveloped them, layer by layer.

  Looking at the divine shield that was tens of meters thick and still expanding, Zhao Yinshun felt a little scratchy even if he was holding [Luo Hu].

  How long do I have to chop such a thick tortoise shell?

  So he shot a feint, and the elegant boy in white turned around without hesitation, and rushed towards the periphery of the encirclement net.

  Knowing his plan in an instant, Yamamoto Yasuo suddenly changed color and roared angrily.

   "Kimura! Stop him!"

  Boom!

  Kimura Yutaro bite the bullet and rushed towards Zhao Yinshun, and finally arrived in time before he raised the butcher knife to his subordinates, but the price was that his scalp was numb by the arrogant and unreasonable [Ming Wang Zhili].

  Boom boom boom~

  Like two solid steel mountains colliding in a row, the extremely penetrating ripples made the Fusang ship spirits feel tight and short of breath, almost vomiting blood.

And in the core area of ​​the battle, Yutaro Kimura was even more miserable. The terrifying power of the enemy poured into his body wave after wave. Only his recovery ability barely resisted.

   On the other side, aware of the toughness of the opponent's invulnerability, Zhao Yinshun wanted to go around him and cut the back row, but found that [Min] in the normal state was not enough to get rid of him.

   Shunpo!

  Boom!

   A sword shook Kimura Yutaro away, taking advantage of the fleeting opportunity, Zhao Yinshun decisively activated the law, and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

  呵啦~

  The clear and silky cutting sound lingered, the sluggish Yutaro Kimura turned his head stiffly, and saw a ghostly white light flashing across the army formation, leaving only a poignant corridor of blood mist along the way.

More than a dozen unlucky Fusang warship spirits were cut into pieces before they could react, their limbs and arms were flying all over the sky, and several dead heads whirled into the sky, their faces still retaining the imminent expression on their faces. The appearance of the archenemy.

   "How can it be repaired!"

  Seeing this cruel massacre scene, Yamamoto Yasuo and Kimura Yutaro roared in unison, the magnificent **** power rolled and roared, condensed into a larger and heavier pressure, and went towards the white-clothed boy to kill.

  However, the dark gold and black dragon in the sky also let out a low roar. Although the mysterious divine power could not completely tear apart the enemy's suppression, it also offset most of the suppression from a conceptual level.

   Like a ray of direct light piercing through the army formation, Zhao Yinshun turned around and looked at the angry and roaring enemy, secretly slandering him.

  Your positions are so sparse and you have no personality at all. It’s better to line up in a vertical row. Let me wear candied haws for you...

  The out-of-control thoughts flashed away, and the boy in white pursed his lips helplessly.

  Alas...everyone was as smart as a monkey. After being killed by himself for the first time, they quickly adjusted their formation and never gave them a good chance again.

  With their current large-depth formation, hundreds of ship spirits are scattered on the sea of ​​more than ten square kilometers, and they can't finish killing seven in and seven out...

   Not to mention that there are three mythical ship spirits in the middle dispatching, watching...

   If I continue to grind, I'm afraid I will really be forced to hang up...

  Looking up at the sky, sensing that his own fleet was far enough away, Zhao Yinshun let out a long sigh, and whispered compassionately to the impotent and furious enemy.

   "You and other big rebels, invade our country that has been obedient to duty and tribute for 800 years."

   "Today, Shen Li's subjects are in a hurry for this deity, so they are outraged and sent out their teachers to save them. It was not my intention to kill and use Zhang."

   "Today's small punishment and big commandment, I hope you can do it yourself, if not..."

   Lightly flicked the dark gold long sword in his hand, the stern pure black sword cut through the sea, drawing a bottomless dark "canyon".

   "Don't say that you didn't predict what you said, don't complain and punish for not teaching!"

  Hearing Zhao Yinshun's condescending "reprimand", Yamamoto Yasuo and others were even more furious, but they dared not move lightly because of his ferocity, for fear of chasing him out.

  Looking back at Robesawa who was still coughing up blood behind his eyes, Yasuo Yamamoto suppressed the humiliation in his heart, and stared at the boy in white in the distance, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance into his bones!

   Lightly holding the sword flower, Zhao Yinshun put away the long sword and turned away without hesitation, leaving only an elegant and elegant back.

  There was no loud roar, but the lingering sound of plain whispers, like a breeze blowing the sea, but the biting chill contained in the wind penetrated into the bones of everyone in Fusang, making them shiver all over.

  From those whispered words, they felt a resolute killing intent, and even... there was a sliver of expectation!

   In a trance, Yamamoto Yasuo was shocked, as if he had sensed what the enemy was expecting!

  He is expecting himself and others to make mistakes, he is expecting righteousness, a reason that will allow him to let go of the massacre without any scruples!

   "Beast!"

  Clenching his fists tightly, Yasuo Yamamoto watched the enemy drift away, his red eyes seemed to bleed.

  This time, their Fusang Navy suffered too much loss. Not only did they fail to achieve their strategic goals, but they also lost hundreds of the most elite warships, and even lost a myth.

  If these losses were exchanged for the life of Damin Wu An Jun, he would admit it, but the enemy left the battlefield unscathed, coming and leaving whenever he wanted, as if entering a land of no one!

  The majestic Fusang Imperial Navy was insulted like a son in front of his face, and he didn't even have the confidence to refute...

  The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Yasuo Yamamoto trembled all over, his huge divinity interfered with reality, causing the sea with a radius of dozens of miles to roll and roar together.

  A few tens of kilometers away, the young man in white who was speeding across the sea stopped leisurely and looked back at the angry and restless sea, with a sneering smile on his lips.

   Immediately, he looked up at the surging source quality all over the sky, and slowly raised his hand to grab it.

  The beautiful crystal dust that cannot be observed by others collapses and condenses instantly, turning into a dazzling colorful crystal in the palm of your hand.

  【Fate Deprivation】!

  嗡~

  【God】+3801

  【Min】+9153

  【Force】+4434

  【Origin · Essence】+0.3

  【Air】+3997

  【body】+4167

  【root bone】+206

  【Perception】+47

  【Charm】+59

  【Qualification】+198

  [Original magic tire]: Different kind of true essence +10971

  [Turning catastrophe into use]: Perfectly survive the catastrophe, the effect of acquired attribute [God] law is increased to 50% → 55%

   Deprive the original authority, [Shenmen Liutianguan Min] transformation progress increased to 1% → 53%

  Hoo~

  Breathing slowly and deeply, the rapid transformation of divinity in a short period of time made it unbearable for the soul and body. Zhao Yinshun endured the severe pain and adapted to the change, and it took a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief.

  Relaxed, Zhao Yinshun shrugged helplessly as he watched the progress of transformation finally stop at 53%.

   Sure enough, every time a gate is opened, the next gate will be more difficult. This kind of endogenous obstacle can't even be avoided by me...

   Forget it, just find another lucky person who opens [Min Guan], the most important thing now is to advance early.

   Scanning several prompts in the property panel, Zhao Yinshun let out a long sigh of happiness and annoyance.

   "Affected by [Gengu], the acquisition efficiency of [Sensitivity] attribute is reduced by 12%."

   "Affected by [Qualification], [Origin · Essence] attribute acquisition efficiency is reduced by 26%."

  Even with [Crazy] and [Rationality] continuously improving the innate shackles, the limited body and soul can't keep up with my growth!

   Shaking his head, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind, Zhao Yinshun looked at more than half of the beautiful crystals in his palm, and crushed them into pieces without hesitation.

  The shattered crystal dust turns into a stream of light and flows into the palm of your hand, and flows into the mysterious place in the dark along the mysterious link.

  On the dome of the old royal court, a faint star suddenly bloomed, and the surging torrent of source matter formed a beam of light and poured into the throne below, causing Cen Xing's eyes to widen in reality.

  An indescribable majestic force was injected out of thin air, flowing into every naval officer along the **** link as if possessing wisdom.

   Looking back in disbelief, Cen Xing vaguely understood where this power came from, and complicated emotions surged in his heart.

  Your Majesty, how much unknown authority do you still have?

  You are a martial artist, where do you get so many powers of doing nothing?

  But soon, Cen Xing was relieved again, thinking that it was his own lord, no matter how bizarre things would become normal.

   "Commander, this... where does this power come from?"

  However, the subordinates who didn't have much contact with Zhao Yinshun were not as calm as her. They were all surprised and happy, with a hint of excitement amidst their fear.

   "Don't panic, this is the strength bestowed on you by the emperor, and it is a reward for your bravery in fighting the enemy."

  Waving his hand, Cen Xing calmly comforted him softly, his will spread throughout the army along the **** link, and his skillful appearance quickly calmed down the restless army.

  Don't say anything, the king is mighty!

   Habitually shouting 666, originally because the morale of some exhaustion after the war quickly recovered, the entire fleet was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

   And ten minutes later, a stream of snow-white light shot into the flagship bridge, and Cen Xing, who was making statistics after the war, finally let go of his suspension.

  Although she knows that her lord is invincible, she is still worried that he will deal with the entire Fusang navy led by three mythical ship spirits alone!

   That's not what a fifth-tier warrior should do!

  However, the facts told her that she was still too young, and her lord not only triumphed unscathed, but also brought back rich "trophies".

   "Your Majesty."

   "Well, what about losses?"

   Straight past Cen Xing, bathed in the eyes of many fanatical adoring eyes on the bridge, Zhao Yinshun took the captain's seat boldly.

  Although he has the resilience of Jingguan, after several consecutive battles, he still feels a little tired.

   Leaning lazily on the back of the chair, Zhao Yinshun squinted his eyes, listening to Cen Xing whispering beside him, half asleep.

   "Nine heavy cruisers were severely damaged, six of which were bombarded by the opposite holy battleship, and the other three suffered hundreds of shells. The hulls were severely damaged and needed to be returned to the base for repairs."

   "In addition, almost all warships have suffered damage to varying degrees, and it is estimated that it will take at least a month to regain combat effectiveness."

   "Fortunately, none of our warships were sunk, and the casualties were not large. According to current statistics, only more than 1,100 people were killed in battle, and dozens of others are missing..."

  After talking about his family's loss, Cen Xing's tone gradually became lighter.

   "In addition, we sank a total of 29 enemy ships and captured 83 ships, including one holy battleship, 31 heavy cruisers, 33 light cruisers, and 18 destroyers."

   "Killed more than 20,000 enemy naval officers and soldiers, and captured more than 30,000 people."

   "..."

  Listening to Cen Xing's detailed report, Zhao Yinshun nodded with a smile and asked softly.

   "Good job, when will these captured warships be incorporated into our battle order?"

Hearing this, Cen Xing pondered for a few seconds: "The damage to the enemy ships is generally more serious than that of our army. It takes a month or two to repair the hull alone. During this period, we can select elite refining ship spirit cores. It is estimated that the initial combat effectiveness will be formed in about three months."

   "Three months..."

  While whispering faintly, Zhao Yinshun rubbed his chin and stared at a huge map on the desktop.

  On the map, Shen Liguo is divided into two different colors along the center line, with Damin and Shen Li's allied forces in the north, and Fusang and Wanguo mercenaries in the south.

  Hmm... I thought it was a script about the Japanese Invasion of Imjin, but I didn't expect it to become the anti-ugly and aid Korea?

   It’s not right either, the 50-year-old script has never had a small life, but now they are the main force!

   Could it be Jiawu?

   It doesn’t make sense either, the “United Nations” army is jumping very fast now…

   I heard that burning, killing, looting and looting are all kinds of crimes on Shenli's land, and the city will be massacred if there is a disagreement.

   He also uses other people's common people to cultivate his own rank progress, it looks like he wants to hold a sports meeting...

   But the question remains, where did Fusang get so much money to hire the proud saints from all over the world to help him fight the war?

  Even if "job feedback" is used as a temptation to attract those sons of God who have the power to fight, what are the rest of the guys who have nothing to do with the war planning?

  Nodding between his eyebrows, Zhao Yinshun put his chaotic thoughts behind him, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

   Forget it, no matter what year the script was written, I will die anyway!

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