The Human Emperor

Hey!

At this time, Wang Chong took a photo of his hand. Not far away, a broken glass ball and a broken arm immediately vacated and fell into his hands. This sudden change immediately attracted the attention of everyone.

"It's the broken arm of the ancient white!"

Everyone gathered around and immediately resolved.

The broken arm in Wang Chong's hand is round and slender, like a jade, in the position of his right index finger, there is also a ring of the ring of the ring, this is the ancient palm of the hand, a generation of myths, fallen here.

"It seems that the wicking core has kept his last palm!"

Everyone's eyes swept over the remaining glass ball, and suddenly understood something, but soon, everyone was attracted by something else.

In the eyes of everyone, the ancient Taibai's section was broken, but it was still round and rainy at first, but it was just a blink of an eye. It seemed to overdraw all the energy. The whole meat hand quickly dried up, withered, and gave birth at an astonishing speed. Countless tiny black sand, at the end, turned into a branch-like claw.

"No one can live forever. It seems that although he has lived in his 100s, he has paid the same price. It is not as strong as it is. You forced him and the sorcerer to shake open, and he has already hurt his origin. If you don’t blew yourself, he’s probably not able to persist for too long in normal circumstances!”

A footstep came from the ear, and Wang Zhongyu came over and looked at the claws and opened his mouth.

"Ok."

Wang Chong nodded. This point is the same as Wang Zikai's view of Wang Zikai. However, Wang Chongyi did not agree with Wang Zhongyu's partial views.

“No one in this world can live forever?”

This time, the king conflicts with the mysterious black man. Judging from the information currently known, these people may have survived for a very long time. The longest life expectancy of these people may have existed for more than a thousand years, but these princes and young people may not know it.

These thoughts flew past my mind, and Wang Chong quickly returned.

"The ancient Taibai is dead, and it is imperative that we must find a way to solve the army of the remnants of the big food!"

When Wang Chong’s palm was thrown, he threw the ancient Taibai’s broken hand on the ground and turned around. Wang Chong quickly looked at the millions of big iron horse rides in the sandstorm.

Although the first evil is dead, "the rest of the evil" is still there. Although everyone has joined forces to kill the ancient Taibai, the remaining more than one million iron horse rides are still a great threat to the Middle-earth Shenzhou and everyone.

When I heard Wang Chong’s words, Wang Zhongyu, Zhang Qiu and Qiong, An Sishun... All the Tang Dynasty giants, including the sectarian powerhouses, all looked to the sandstorms that covered the sky in the north.

The war is still going on. The fall of the ancient Taibai has caused all the big iron horses to fall into chaos. Abu Mu/Slim and Adnan have already seen the situation badly. They broke into the sandstorm and escaped all the way. How to escape? Try to eliminate the living power of the big food as much as possible, and avoid letting them escape. The future will once again trigger a war of extinction between the East and the West, which is the problem that everyone needs to solve next.

"Don't worry, there is still a chance, I can still trap them for half an hour with sandstorms!"

The first sentence that Wang Chong spoke out made everyone shocked. Although there was some faint speculation in the heart, no one thought that such a wide range of astronomical changes would actually be Wang Chong’s masterpiece.

On the other side, Wang Chong’s voice continued to come from his ear:

"Large and protect the adults, Zhang Qiu and Qiong, Gao Xianzhi, An Sishun, you each lead a large army from the southwest, southeast to the north, with the Bahram and Sasang dynasty Angra heavy cavalry, to disperse them, as far as possible Destroy their living power so that they cannot gather again!"

"Albus, your Tong Luotie rides from the east side, together with the black-striped iron ride, as much as possible to break them up, as long as the big stocks of iron rides are gathered together, immediately rushed, until they defeat them."

In a short period of time, Wang Chong successively issued a series of orders. A quarter of an hour has passed, and the ability to use the "strength" of the stone of fate consumes fate energy points. Wang Chong has been unable to sleep for too long, and as time goes by, the power of sandstorms will become weaker and weaker.

There is not much time left for everyone.

"Yes!"

When I heard Wang Chong's words, everyone quickly returned to God. Under one command, the people quickly separated. According to Wang Chong's arrangement, they rushed from all directions to the remaining more than one million iron horses.

This war has only now entered the most important part.

Datang and big food, this battle between the East and the West, the big foods, and the army of 2.6 million people gathered, and the two days of tragic killing, let them fall in this battlefield. More than one million soldiers, now the entire battlefield, the big food empire still has more than 1.3 million troops.

In the case of Datang, the original army of more than 600,000, plus the more than 100,000 troops hidden by Bakhram in the Uszong Plateau, totaled about 800,000, and after a war, Datang also lost more than 200,000. The elite soldiers and horses, the remaining coalition forces of Datang and Sassan Dynasty, still have about 500,000, and there is still a battle between the big food.

In order to completely disintegrate the big food empire, so that they have no longer competed with Datang and have the ability to attack again, Wang Chong must not let the army of more than one million foods return to the big food.

"Hey!"

The next moment, Wang Chong rode white hoofed black, wearing the crown of the hole, sitting in the middle of the town, the spirit of the majestic is like a sea tide, rushing out, and quickly from one to ten, from ten to hundred, and finally into a near Hundreds of powerful spiritual power, penetrating the heavy yellow sand, and Zhang Qiu and Qiong, An Sishun, Gao Xianzhi, the strong of the various demon sects and the generals in the army.

Forcing the differentiation of spiritual consciousness will cause a great load on the soul and the body. It is quite good that the normal martial arts power can differentiate into five or six shares at the same time.

Being able to differentiate more than ten shares at the same time is rare. Like Wang Chong, the spiritual consciousness has differentiated hundreds of shares. At the same time, it is multi-purpose and links to more than one hundred goals in the military. It is simply unique. The spirit of the high priest, plus the result of the increase in the crown of Confucius.

Looking at the world, in addition to Wang Chong, I am afraid no one can do it anymore. Not only that, this dust storm was originally made by Wang Chong, and Wang Chong can accurately see all the big iron rides in the sandstorm through the stone of fate. trend,

"kill!--"

In the rolling yellow sand, shouting and killing, all the troops of Datang have invested in the next battle.

This is a real annihilation war, and everything is dominated by the living forces that kill the big eater.

Without the supervision of the ancient Taibai, coupled with the intervention of the six giants of Datang, the big eater was almost one-sided, completely suppressed, and approaching the state of collapse. Hey, the rolling yellow sand, the cold light flashed, and countless big iron rides like wooden stakes, fell to the ground.

Every hour and every moment, tens of thousands of large food irons fell into the pool of blood, and were killed by the army of Datang.

100,000, 200,000, 250,000...

When more than half a million Datang and the Sashanian coalition forces were dispatched and waved the butcher knife, the casualties of the big eater had reached the highest value since the beginning of the battlefield. Morale is falling, no direction is identified, the army is lost... The army of the big food at this moment is not as good as the infantry.

Under the full impact of Datang, in a short period of time, the army of the big eater was reduced to a million, and this number is still being cut at an alarming rate.

"what!"

The screams of sorrow and sorrow are endless, and countless big foods are full of panic, like a headless fly, 闯西闯, but no matter which direction they break out, there will always be endless Datang/Army waiting. They, although all the big iron riders know, they still have an advantage, and the soldiers in the big food should at least exceed the 100,000 soldiers and horses in the Tang Dynasty.

But in this dust storm, the advantage of the number of people can not be fully exerted.

In the perception of a famous iron-clad rider, it seems that a big meal is the one whose number is inferior.

Whenever they found out their own army, they were too late to be grateful. They immediately discovered that countless Datang iron riders came from all directions.

Everyone has a feeling of hundreds of people and thousands of people fighting against hundreds of thousands of great soldiers and horses. The feeling is simply desperate!

"Everyone gathers, don't separate!"

"There are not many of us in the Tang Dynasty. We have not lost this battle!"

"Looking for ways to join other forces, as long as we concentrate our efforts, we must be able to teach those pagans!"

......

In the hustle and bustle of the yellow sand, a lonely big food army gathers together. In front of the army is a gaze, a hawk, and a screaming screaming general.

This big food martial artist looks strong and has a very rich experience. In the current chaos, everyone’s troops are disrupted and dispersed in various places, and they are still allowed to gather in a different legion. A small number of troops.

However, despite the great appetite of the great food martial arts, the army is still uneasy, frightened, and screams in all directions, screaming their nerves all the time, everyone is on the verge of collapse. .

"The Great Holy Sepulchre is dead, the High Priest is dead, the Great Beast Legion is finished, ... The Great Food Empire is over!"

A famous big iron horse rides pale, looking at the front of the eyes without distinguishing things, indifferent yellow sand, morale fell to the extreme.

"What do you say, say it again, who is it?"

Suddenly, the big food martial artist seemed to hear something. His eyes were cold and he turned sharply. A pair of sword-like eyes locked a big iron horse in the rear. Hey, the big iron rider didn’t react, the light flashed, a sharp one, with a small blade and a long whip in it, and the big iron horse was lifted from the horse. Get up, rolled into the air.

"I, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything!"

The big iron rider was terrified, his body was hanging in the air, and he struggled.