"It's endless!" Zhuan Wangdong said angrily. He began to use the illusion of mental power to make different soldiers regard each other as enemies. In fact, the method was very simple. Just divide them into two camps. On the battlefield, Soldiers follow the flag. Most of the time, soldiers and generals identify each other through a certain "common point" they have prepared in advance. For example, although soldiers and generals of different ranks have different armors, they all have a golden "Yin" engraved on their left shoulders. "Zhuan Wangdong only needs to let this word disappear, and his comrades will naturally become enemies." /p
The soldiers and generals who became the enemy fought to the death, and the individual combat effectiveness was uneven. It didn't take long for the results to be determined. Of course, Zhuan Wangdong always won, because no matter who won, he would be controlled by his mental power. . /p
But war is like firewood and dynamite. It only takes a thin fuse to ignite a war that lasts for decades or even generations. After this small-scale battle, Zhuan Wangdong suddenly heard the sound of huge drums and footsteps, as if thousands of troops and horses were coming with thunder. He only heard bursts of rumbles, and after a few breaths, the sound sudden stop. /p
Zhuan Wangdong's heart tightened. He couldn't feel anything about the sound. Not long after, neat footsteps came from all around. It seemed that there were rows of hundreds of soldiers stepping on the spot, and then the wheels seemed to be pushed. As the neat and orderly sound of bows was drawn, Zhuan Wangdong felt extremely cold. He knew that the enemies might have surrounded him and were about to take action against him, but he just didn’t know where they were, and he didn’t know What kind of offense is coming. /p
"Release!" There seemed to be a loud shout in the distance, and Zhuan Wangdong heard the sound of a crossbow. Then, every time he heard "release", a row of arrows shot into the sky. /p
The cold roar of the arrow as it broke through the wind made people unable to avoid fear. Zhuan Wangdong turned around anxiously and finally saw countless black spots in the sky. They were countless arrow feathers, but he could look back after a few breaths. , only to realize that it was a gun several feet long. It was probably used as an arrow and fired on a heavy ballista. /p
Zhuan Wangdong hurriedly resorted to means and condensed three rings of white energy to protect himself. Although his cultivation level was not high, it should not be a problem to deal with these spears. However, when the spear pierced the white air, the originally strong white air was shattered. The air barrier inexplicably turned into a thin veil, which could be easily penetrated. /p
Zhuan Wangdong influenced the previous soldiers to block the guns for himself. At the same time, he felt suspicious in his heart. Judging from the energy level and the level of means, these guns did not have the ability to penetrate his white air barrier. Could it be that they were hidden on the guns? Is there some magic he hasn't discovered yet? /p
Not even the legendary generals who roamed the battlefield could withstand this hail of arrows, let alone these little shrimps. When the soldier with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword came out, everyone else fell to the ground. Zhuan Wangdong hid behind the general. The general held a sword and stood as tall as a pine. With his armor and heroic spirit, he resisted the spears. However, he was still penetrated. In this way, he must stand and die with dignity. . /p
A new round of arrow rain was about to fall. King Zhuan Dong had no time to run to King Yin, so he had to control King Yin's spirit and let him catch up to his head. As a result, King Yin blocked all the arrows and spears that followed with his body. /p
And King Yin is also a human being, and he can also feel pain in the state of Yu abandonment. The severe pain is like an enlightenment, which immediately makes King Yin's spirit reach a peak of excitement, which also makes King Zhuan Dong interfere with him. Greatly weakened. /p
King Yin woke up from the illusion of mental power. Several arrows were inserted into his body, but fortunately they did not penetrate his body. King Yin touched his back, looked down and saw that his hands were full of blood, and he couldn't help but became furious. I saw him shout loudly, shouting: "Spine!" Then there was a shocking neighing from the distance, and a black horse came running like a whirlwind. There was a saddle on the horse, and there was a sword and a square pole hanging on it. Heaven painted halberd. King Yin fell to the ground. When the horse came to his side, he jumped on the horse. After sitting firmly, he transformed into a dark and domineering armor with two long black feathers on his head. He held the horse rope with his left hand and held a square in his right hand. The halberd painted in the sky is so majestic. /p
King Yin galloped his horse and ran to a high point in front of King Zhuan Dong. When he stopped suddenly, the front hooves of the horse were raised ten feet in the air. At this moment, King Zhuan Dong saw two people appearing next to King Yin. There are big flags, one flag is painted with yellow dragon and tiger patterns, and the other flag is written with the big character "Yin". Subsequently, thousands of soldiers appeared on both sides, smoke was everywhere, and the surrounding vegetation was wiped away by their appearance. King Zhuan stood on a deserted grassland, and standing hundreds of feet away in front of him was a five thousand Elite cavalry, preceded by a row of heavy crossbows, followed by tens of thousands of infantry, and all the soldiers were well-equipped, holding sharp weapons, and looked this way with murderous intent. /p
This is King Yin's technique - thousands of troops and horses forming an array. /p
Wei Lao was sitting on the edge of the battlefield. When he saw this scene again, he couldn't help but sigh. He stroked his beard and sighed: "The ability of King Yin can be regarded as the King of Yu Qi. He is the only one I have seen in many years who can directly interfere with the situation." The opponent's cultivation level is a technique that determines the winner and loser as soon as this technique is used. This kid is dead."/p
Zhuan Wangdong stood in front of these tens of thousands of soldiers. His thoughts of fighting had long since disappeared. Anyone standing in this position would feel terrified. However, what frightened him the most was that he found that his abilities had become extremely weakened. He is now very close to the level of a normal mortal. It is like a weak scholar facing tens of thousands of reckless generals in the world without cultivation. Such a real feeling makes Zhuan Wangdong fall into despair. He has never realized what will happen if he has no ability. How does it feel? It's like he's standing in a dream now, everything he does is uncertain, everything he wants is unsatisfactory, and his ability has become his own entertainment, as if he doesn't have that innate ability at all. /p
This is the terrible thing about King Yin's technique. Each practitioner has one or several independent techniques of his own. When fighting, he can only rely on his techniques to complete the battle. The result is often determined by many aspects. , the strength of the opponent, their own strength level, or the right time, place, and people, both sides will do their best. Maybe one person is quick and the opponent has no chance to use his skills, but there is no essential impact on both sides, and the strength is high or low. It is fixed. /p
And King Yin's technique is an extremely overbearing and unreasonable method. The "thousands of troops arrayed in formation" is exactly this army. When this technique appears, everything within the scope must fall into the rules of this technique. settings and change them. This is a cold weapon war, relying on hand-to-hand combat with swords. No matter how high the practitioner's original strength is, as long as they stand here, they will become closer and closer to mortals. Even if they can retain their abilities, their abilities will be greatly reduced. weaken. /p
King Yin probably means that if he wants to defeat me, there must be a real bloody battlefield war between kings. They are all mortals and have no cultivation. Let's have a fair duel. However, this is a very unfair battle. war, because although the strength of King Yin and the enemy is close to that of mortals, King Yin has an army of tens of thousands of people behind him, and how can a mortal really have one person to withstand the power of ten thousand troops? Therefore, King Yin was never defeated, and he became more and more like a king. /p
