"roar!"

The giant ink frost dragon is raging.

After the giant shield army soul and the spear army soul were defeated, the bloody dragon rushed forward.

In terms of species, they all take the form of dragons.

But in terms of strength, the Blood Dragon is much weaker than the Ink Frost Dragon.

With just one encounter, the bloody dragon was knocked away.

The huge body crashed into the city of Guizhou, knocking down a large number of houses.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Li Wenzhong roared.

He knew that as long as he killed all the Mo Shuang soldiers outside the city, he could reduce the strength of the Mo Shuang dragon.

Two million versus eight hundred thousand, the rangers on our side have an absolute advantage.

In the classification of the ranger's strength, the gap in strength between the second-rate level and the first-level level is not that big.

He does not require his two million rangers to annihilate all the Mo Shuang army. He only needs to annihilate more than half, and the power of the Mo Shuang dragon will fall to the divine gate.

At that time, Li Wenzhong will once again have the final say on this battlefield!

"die!"

However, facing the murderous god-like Dongfang Nuo, how can the second-rate ranger of the Ming Empire stop him?

No matter how high the defense is in a shield fight, it can't withstand his sword.

"Kill them!"

"Fight them!"

"Brothers, even if we are reincarnated, we must follow behind Brother Dongfang!"

"Be born as a person of Tianqi, and die as a ghost of Tianqi!"

In an instant, Dongfang Nuo's invincible appearance deeply affected the surrounding soldiers.

The morale and strength of the Mo Shuang Army soared once again.

And the giant ink frost dragon in mid-air has begun to exude the aura of the divine stage.

"You! You!"

Feeling the increasing pressure on his body, Li Wenzhong's expression changed from anger to horror.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

The advantage in the battle is obviously on our side, so why is the enemy's momentum getting stronger and stronger?

While roaring, he seemed to see the shadow of the deserter.

That's right.

With their military souls injured, the morale of the two million Ming Empire rangers suffered a huge blow.

Coupled with the high morale of Mo Shuang's army, these Ming Empire rangers cannot hold on.

They followed Chen Bei's army and began to flee.

In an instant, the three military spirits in mid-air became dim. Their strength was rapidly weakening.

Although many people obeyed Li Wenzhong's order and wanted to hold on.

But it only takes a moment for military morale to collapse.

In less than a quarter of an hour, millions of Ming Empire rangers had already fled.

"Waste! Waste! This is unreasonable! A bunch of waste!!!"

Seeing the tail of the giant ink frost dragon scattering all three military spirits in mid-air, Li Wenzhong knew that he was going to die here.

How could he, who was only half a step into the ghost and god realm, be able to resist the ink frost giant dragon that was half a step into the divine stage?

Even if his strength is unlocked, he has no chance of winning.

And the rangers of the Ming Empire who were fleeing around them had no chance of survival.

After the Ming Empire's ranger army collapsed, the pressure of the ink frost dragon pushed everyone to the ground.

Want to run?

At this moment, not even a fly can escape in the entire Guizhou City!

All enemies must die here.

"Kill! Kill!"

At this time, Dongfang Nuo was both excited and anxious.

What he was excited about was that his ink frost dragon exerted its might and restrained all the enemies. Two million enemy troops, that's countless experience points.

As long as all enemies are killed here, he is confident that the strength of his Mo Shuang Army will soar.

Maybe, I can touch the threshold of the top realm.

What was anxious was that he could sense that the existence time of the Ink Frost Dragon was almost over.

So he wanted to kill all the enemies before the ink frost dragon dissipated!

At least, Li Wenzhong is on the must-kill list.

"You, you dare to kill me?"

On the city wall, Li Wenzhong was paralyzed on the ground and looked at Dongfang Nuo in horror.

He hated and was afraid.

What he hates is that Dongfang Nuo, an ant, dares to show off his power in front of him now. If it had been before, he would have crushed him to death with just one click.

But now, the Dongfang Nuoti knife appeared in front of him, how could he not be afraid?

Killed by ants? Shame on you!

"Why don't you dare?"

Dongfang Nuo sneered and then raised his sword in his hand.

Under Li Wenzhong's horrified gaze, the long sword slashed across his neck.

When his head was flying high, Li Wenzhong's eyes were wide open. He tried to open his mouth, trying to say something.

But at this time, he could only tell the Prince of Hell his last words.

Li Wenzhong, a famous general of the Ming Dynasty, died in the hands of Dongfang Nuo.

In an instant, Dongfang Nuo's strength soared, while Ming's national destiny declined.

"puff!"

Zhu Di only felt a pain in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"What happened? What happened?"

He stood up with a panicked expression. He could clearly feel that a small part of the Ming Dynasty's national destiny had been taken away.

Who is it that is still running rampant in the Ming Dynasty?

"I...I don't know."

Commander Shen Lian of the Jin Yiwei fell to his knees with a bang, a look of confusion on his face.

In this battle, Ming Dynasty has the upper hand, what can happen?

"Check! Check it for me!"

Zhu Di was restless.

He knew that something big must have happened. Otherwise, his national destiny in the Ming Dynasty would not be intercepted.

"The last general takes command!"

Since Zhu Di had spoken, Shen Lian personally led the team to investigate.

He wanted to see who dared to run rampant in Ming Dynasty.

battlefield.

The battle between the Yaman Army and Duoyan Chongbu has reached a fever pitch. Although the rangers of the Yaman Army have first-class strength, they were unable to achieve good results in the face of the extremely defensive Duoyan Chongbu.

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As the saying goes, a sad soldier must win.

Inspired by Zhu Di, the three guards of Duoyan were not afraid of life and death, trading injuries for injuries and lives for lives.

The extremely crazy fighting style caused heavy losses to the Yaman army and the Shah army.

Gradually, everyone became crazy.
To be continued...