"coming!"
Everyone on the wall looked solemn and looked outside.
On a sunny day, you can hear the waves crashing on the shore.
Wherever the sound of the waves came, the divine soldiers came like a black wave.
It's menacing and well-organized.
Bai Yu squinted his eyes and met the sharp eyes of someone in the black waves.
The other party was dressed in a black robe, with messy hair covering his face, which did not impair the amazing aura around him at all.
Tall in stature.
The hands and feet are bound with black iron shackles.
The man did not rush forward, but came in steps. He was obviously walking step by step, but he seemed to be able to shrink into an inch, and in the blink of an eye he was under the dangerous wall.
When he raised his eyes, the murderous intent became clearer.
Bai Yu looked at him indifferently, opened his lips and said in a low voice, "He is Mo Cang."
The last time we met on Kongliu Island, it was dark and the other party suddenly appeared like a black light, so I couldn't see clearly.
He didn't know what Mo Cang looked like.
But the one who can make a group of violent and unmeasured magic soldiers follow suit behind him must be Yan Chongming's trump card - Mo Cang.
It's just that these magic weapons are somewhat different from those they brought back before.
Each divine soldier's neck was covered with a mechanism, shaped like a collar. There was a tooth-like thin blade on the inside of the collar, and the tip had penetrated into the flesh.
When Su Ansu Wu and others saw the appearance of these magic weapons, their expressions darkened and they were no longer relaxed.
Wheat Sui blurted out a harsh curse, "Son of a bitch!"
Nan Sang was indeed planning to fight to the bitter end.
If the divine weapon can be used, then use it.
If it cannot be used, the thin blade of the collar will cut their neck immediately!
The neck is the only weakness of the magic weapon.
Yan Chongming's plan is obvious. If Nan Sang is defeated, he will die with the magic weapon. He would rather destroy it than let the magic weapon be used by others!
Su An and others' eyes flashed with anger. If the magic weapon hadn't been restrained by Yan Chongming, no one would have been able to wrap their necks around their necks!
Yan Chongming treats the magic soldiers like dogs!
These are the relatives of Wangbai and Shiying! Clan!
"Hahahaha! The Ghost Emperor Bai Yu, the second in command of Pier 12 Su An, the ranger Su Wu, the descendant of the Huo family Huo Guixi... You are all here, which saves me the trouble of looking for you." A black man slowly walked out from behind Mo Cang The old man in a robe took off the black hood on his head, revealing a head of silver hair.
It was Yan Chongming.
He stood with his hands behind Mo Cang's side, his eyes passing over the people standing on the broken city wall one by one, smiling, his eyes cold and sinister, "I know you are quite capable, how dare I take it lightly when fighting against you, I have done my best. We dare not come here until we are well prepared. Let’s see today, who among us will win!”
Mo Cang is the king of divine weapons.
Even if Bai Yu and others have quartz in hand, it will not help.
When Quartz and Mo Cang are separated, they can command Mo Cang with the quartz object.
But if Quartz appears in front of Mo Cang, Quartz will immediately help Mo Cang!
As long as Mo Cang comes out, he can easily take back the magic weapon that fell into Bai Yu's hands!
As for the previous Cishi Formation, now he also has a countermeasure, and he will never lose to this method again!
A dark light flashed in Yan Chongming's eyes, and he gave an order, "Mo Cang, fight in!"
"Why are you in such a hurry? Wouldn't it be better to live a little longer?" The woman's calm and cold voice came from the ancient city wall in front of her. Before the person arrived, Yan Chongming's expression suddenly changed.
"Su, Su Jiuni?!" He screamed.
In his shocked sight, the woman's thin figure appeared on the wall, standing under the hunting flag of the Killing Palace, looking down with lowered eyebrows.
Wearing a green shirt, a high ponytail, and black hair dancing wildly in the wind, he looks like an ancient magic weapon planted on the snowy peak of Tianshan Mountain, looking cold and arrogant.
The dark apricot eyes glanced at him lightly, sending chills down one's spine.
Yan Chongming staggered back, barely regaining his balance after taking two long steps, staring at the cold figure, his pupils dilating and contracting at different times, his nose quivering rapidly, "You're not dead? You're still alive... You're actually still alive!"
No wonder Bai Yu helped all the countries out of the siege! It turns out that Su Jiuni is not dead at all! The person who really helped the countries behind the scenes was Su Jiuni!
Thinking of this, Yan Chongming's eyes widened again, with red bloodshot eyes overflowing, "So the news that came out of the border town that day was completely false, and it was your plan! What magic weapon disappeared after smashing the city gate, out of control, This is a trick you deliberately set out to lure the enemy! You just want to lure me into taking action in a hurry, so that you can fight until you figure out how to control the magic weapon!"
"As expected of Emperor Nansang, his mind works very fast." Bai Yu curled his lips and sarcastically said.
"Ha! Hahaha! So what! So what if Su Jiuni is not dead! So what if there is false news! As long as the magic weapon is in my hands, you will all die!" Yan Chongming glared at the people on the wall and gave another sharp order, "Mo Cang, kill them!"
He had no way out, and Nan Sang had no way out either.
In this battle, it's life or death!
Mo Cang received the order and immediately turned into a black whirlwind and rushed towards the city wall.
At the same time, a gray whirlwind suddenly burst out from under the city wall, quickly colliding with the black whirlwind!
In an instant, sand and rocks flew, and dark clouds covered the sun!
There was another bang, the shadows covering the sky dispersed, and the intercepted sunlight fell down again.
A gray figure was knocked away in the center of the wind. It landed on its butt and slid several feet on the ground before hitting the city wall behind it.
Click, click——
The already precarious wall burst open, and sand fell down from the wall, covering the young man in gray clothes sitting below with a gray face.
The dust and mist rose high into the sky, but the city wall held on to its final stubbornness and did not fall down.
Bai Yu and Tianbao landed in an emergency. Just as they were thinking about it, Wangbai, who was still sitting stupidly under the wall, was dragged out. The black whirlwind that had just stopped moved again, passing through their eyes like smoke, and caught Wangbai first.
"Wangbai!!" Maisui was anxious. He drew out his whip and wanted to go up to help, but Tianbao grabbed him.
"Sister, he's beating up Wangbai!" Xiaomaisui was puzzled and stamped her feet anxiously.
Tianbao raised his eyebrows and gestured towards the opposite side, which was meaningful.
Wheat Sui looked in that direction, but saw that the divine soldier standing behind Yan Chongming was still standing still, not moving at all.
Only Mo Cang took action.
"...??" Wheat Sui was rarely at a loss. This time she really couldn't understand.
Tianbao whispered with a smile, "The only one who can order the magic soldiers is Mo Cang. If the magic soldiers didn't move, it must be Mo Cang's intention. Do you think why Mo Cang didn't let them do it?"
There are question marks in Wheatear's eyes: Sister, why don't you explain it more clearly?
Tianbao smiled and said nothing.
Bang bang bang——
Bang bang bang bang——
The next scene was unbelievable. Wangbai was repeatedly thrown out like a ball.
There was silence.
Under the quiet sunshine, the dust was billowing, and the ground was full of holes made by Wangbai.
Yan Chongming saw this scene with his own eyes. He was unhappy and became angry. There was a trace of panic in his roar, "Mo Cang! I told you to kill them, what are you doing! Do it quickly! Order all the magic soldiers to do it!!"
Mo Cang didn't respond and continued to beat Wangbai.
The divine soldier didn't respond and continued to stand there as an iron stake.
Yan Chongming, "Mo Cang! Mo Cang! I'm ordering you!!"
"Pfft!" Amidst the roar of the old man, someone didn't know who let out a muffled laugh first, and then several living people watching the show laughed one after another.
Bai Yu relaxed his back and returned to his carefree attitude, "It seems like your magic weapon isn't very obedient either."
