The Human Emperor

Chapter 1107

"Chonger, the fire tree will be handed over to me to deal with it!"

A majestic voice rang from behind, Wang Yan did not know when to go to Wang Chong. His gaze looked at the fire tree from the distance, and the steep flash of light shone.

Before Wang Chong answered, Wang Yan immediately went out after the first steel defense line. Behind him, thousands of infantry arrays were strong and tight, and they went out together.

"Wang Chong, I am going to help General Wang!"

A cold voice came from the ear, Su Hanshan suddenly went to Wang Chong, watching the back of Wang Yan in the distance, Shen Sheng.

Wang Yan is the father of Wang Chong. Although he has no doubt about the strength of Wang Yan, he is not worried about it. He has sent out 5,000 squad troops and can also cause certain deterrence against the big iron horse. Especially now that the war situation has changed, Datang has completely occupied the initiative on the field. The Kowloon Blood Battle Flag is in line with the 5,000-car squad, which will only make this huge war system more powerful and powerful. The ability is getting stronger and stronger.

"Ok!"

Wang Chong judged the situation and nodded. The warplanes have arrived. Although the entire battle of Russell, Datang is a defensive position, with a long steel defense line to guard against attack, but now the opportunity for counterattack has arrived, Datang has no need to defend, can be defended.

Rolling! Rolling!

With a loud sound, the arrow slammed, and the 5,000 Tangshan shackles led by Su Hanshan passed through a gap between the walls of the steel wall and the infantry of Wang Yan. After the array, go outside.

"put!"

Didn't wait for other big food iron rides to rush over, Su Hanshan's arm waved, five thousand long smashing arrows intensive, swiftly passing over the army led by Wang Yan, flying over the Kowloon Blood Battle Flag and more than 20,000 Datang The top elite troops were shot in the opposite iron ride.

Hey, **** bursts, in an instant, I don’t know how many big food iron rides screamed, shot by these sharp arrows and shot down.

"go ahead!"

Su Hanshan, a long wave of swords, led the army to push the car, crossed the dense body, and pushed forward again.

Five thousand Datang cars were in his hands, and they were arranged in a hedgehog. Although the defensive power of the rut army is very low, considering that all the troops trained in Su Hanshan are thieves and horses, once they are approached by the other side, the next step is probably heavy casualties.

However, in the hands of Su Hanshan, even the most elite army of Datang, the range that wants to cross the rut is also difficult. That fierce attack is itself the best defense.

"Sector distribution!"

Crossing a lot of space, rushed to the "Kowloon Blood Warfare" near, Su Hanshan eyes stunned, a long sword waved, once again issued an order.

Five thousand Tang Dynasty ruts were poured out like flowing water. They perfectly accommodated the array of infantry led by the Dragon Blood Warrior and Wang Chong's father Wang Yan. The three armies together formed a dense and powerful system.

Although the strength of Su Hanshan is far from reaching that level, in the art of warfare and strategy, Su Hanshan has already revealed the true character of the future.

Hoofing, Wang Yan did not pay attention to the changes behind him. Looking at the familiar figure, he slammed the horse's belly and left the horse.

Oh, the light flashed, and in the process of marching, Wang Yan’s disappearance disappeared. Instead, a deep, dark light erupted and exploded and expanded.

Roar!

Just listening to an earth-shattering roar, in the blink of an eye, I saw a huge golden armor **** appeared on the battlefield. He stepped over more than ten meters and strode to the opposite fire tree.

The breath of the golden armor is extremely powerful. The huge body makes all the big and sharp on the battlefield dwarf. Like the fluorescent light, it becomes insignificant.

On the other side, I saw the huge giant god, the ear heard the more and more powerful earth roaring, the fire tree was picked up by the long eyebrows, and the big Buddha gold was decided in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, a huge Buddha, like a prisoner, bursts into a golden light, and appears steeply in the battlefield. Looking at Wang Yan in the distance, the fire tree returned to Tibet and burst into a terrifying war. Steeply stepped up and rushed toward the front.

At almost the same time, Wang Yan’s eyes flashed, controlling the giant gods, and also speeding up the pace, rumbling, and the golden Buddha, which was turned into a fire tree, strode away.

Two southwestern enemies met again in this exotic battlefield. One of the invaders, the makers of the scourge, and the powerful imperial generals who regard the fire tree as a long-lasting sect. The other vowed to wash the shame of the Battle of Southwest.

"Booming!"

In the next moment, the whole world seemed to be torn. In the eyes of countless people, the fire tree returned to Tibet and Wang Yan, one gold and one black, two large figures like mountains, hitting together on the battlefield.

In a flash, the wind is vast, the sand is flying, the strength is unmatched, and the whole battlefield is shaken.

In the distance, seeing this scene, Daqin Ruo Zanwei frowned and looked down. He has been paying attention to the fire tree to return to Tibet, but looking at the situation on the battlefield, the fire tree returned to Tibet in a short period of time obviously can not beat Wang Yan.

"Everything is loose, you go!"

Daqin Ruozan suddenly did not return.

Dusongbubu did not speak. His gaze looked at the place where the old Emperor of the Evil and the Qudebo battled. He held his fist in his eyes and flashed a ray of light in his eyes.

"I know what you are thinking, but it is not the time! The rash action will only be abandoned!"

Daqin Ruan praised the channel.

"understand!"

Dusongbubu took a deep breath and finally calmed down his mind. He slammed into the horse’s belly and rushed toward the direction of the Kowloon Blood Warrior. The sound of the smashing sound of the scorpion was echoed with the great Qin. Over, quickly disappeared in the distance.

"Still!"

At the same time watching the battlefield, and the leader of the Mamluk army, Ai Beck.

Watching Qudibo, Abu Musi/Lin, Huoshugui and others were stopped by Datang, and Ai Beck was cold and his eyes were filled with fierce murder.

"Listen to my command, the army is dispatched! I don't believe it, and there is a way that my Mamluk army can't break it!"

Ai Yibeck received a five-finger, creaking, grabbed the war horse next to him, and Ai Beck quickly turned over.

Hey, Aybeck’s right leg was lightly on the horse’s back, and the steel roared in an instant, a huge aura that instantly erupted from the foot of Aybek and spread to the feet of all Mamluk Legionnaires.

"Pharaoh's aura!"

This glorious dark red aura is ancient and powerful, and it is displayed in Ai Beck's hand, which is twice as powerful as Faisal.

Hey, under the blessing of the real top Pharaoh aura, the defense, speed and agility of the entire Mamluk Legion have been rapidly improved.

Ai Beck looked like a knife, staring at the distant Kowloon blood flag, the sword in his hand slammed, and more than 4,000 Ma Muliu iron rides like a mercury rushing land, bursting out instantly.

Hey!

Shortly after Aybeek was dispatched, Ziyad took a deep breath and took out the ring of the sea and jumped over to a horse.

"I have to look at how much you can bear, how many people can block us!"

Ziyad’s heart was also angered, and the food was arrogant and self-confident.

This battle has not only competed for the important town of the Silk Road on the Silk Road, but also the confrontation between the big food and the Tang Dynasty, the West and the East, the momentum, strength and self-confidence between the two.

In any case, big foods must not be lost to these eastern countries.

Xi Xi, Ziyad Ze Ma came out, riding a dust, quickly disappeared from the black food battle, and fell into the battlefield.

"Ziad is out, this person is handed over to me to deal with it!"

Cheng Qianli suddenly slammed out the sword and looked at the distance.

His gaze has been paying attention to the opposite side, and Ziad has just been dispatched, and he immediately noticed it.

The two have already played one more time. For Zyed’s martial arts and the way of fighting, Cheng Qianli knows everything and wants to rob Ziad. There is no better person than him.

"Ok!"

Wang Chong nodded and quickly turned his head and looked at the opposite Ai Beck, and the seven thousand thousands of Mamuluk iron rides, and found that the situation changed, followed by the rushing day Wolf iron ride and Mu Chi big iron ride.

——In yesterday’s battle, the loss of Muqi’s big iron ride and Sirius’ iron ride was the biggest. Although it was the top iron ride, the weapons and equipment of Muqi’s big iron ride and Sirius iron ride were relative to Mark Liumu and Wushou Iron Ride. The gap is not a little bit, which is why they suffered huge losses.

However, despite the addition of the three terracotta warriors, it still reached an astonishing number of 12,000 people.

"Women's iron ride listens! Let me come!"

Wang Chong’s eyes flashed in the cold and he did not hesitate to order.

Ai Yibeck has already shot, and under his aura of blessing, the strength of the seven thousand Ma Muluke iron rides skyrocketed and the momentum was horrible. This is the true pharaoh aura, and it is absolutely impossible to resist them by Cui Weiqi and Ferghana.

"Let us see if the real Pharaoh's aura is strong, or the Shura **** is even more powerful!"

Wang Chong’s eyes flashed a strong ray of light, slamming into the horse’s belly, and instantly bursting out of the huge Tang War.

Xi Xi, the fierce long squeak of White Hoofing resounded through the battlefield, just in time when Wang Chong and the horse merged, and rushed out from a gap between the steel walls, smashing, steel roaring, an unprecedented radius A huge aura of more than ten meters, ghastly, terrible, suddenly broke out from the foot of Wang Chong, like a storm, quickly spread to all the feet of the black iron.