Two thousand heavy cavalry against eight hundred dead soldiers. If the troops under his command doubled, Yang Jian was sure to defeat them by fighting the cavalry in the infantry. After all, the equipment of the eight hundred dead soldiers is top-notch.

But now, the number of people is still too small!

"shoot!"

The Immortal Shield touched the ground to defend, and eight hundred dead soldiers who had trapped the formation took out the powerful crossbow of the formation, shot three rounds in a row, and shot down hundreds of heavy cavalrymen. It was the limit, and the rest could only resist.

But anyone knows that with the same combat power, with only eight hundred shields, it is impossible to withstand the charge of more than a thousand cavalry.

"Get into battle and die!"

Yang Jian often has personal guards following him, and he is a taciturn iron tower man. But at this moment, even though he knew he was defeated and knew he would die, an unparalleled will still erupted from his entire body.

"Get into battle and die!"

Yang Jian's personal guards took the lead, eight hundred dead soldiers who were trapped in the formation, and the fighting formations were connected. At this moment, a strange phenomenon of military souls rose up.

It was a wild back with endless fighting spirit scattered on his body, holding a shield and holding a knife, and wearing a powerful crossbow on his waist. The only difference from the dead soldiers who were trapped in the formation was that behind the strange phenomenon of the military soul, there were two battle flags broken, one book with two words: trapped in the formation and the other book with death.

The military soul is dozens of meters long, like an immortal battle soul walking out of the ancient battlefield.

"Military power blesses, rise to the dragon!"

Under the influence of fighting spirit, Yang Jian, who was still thinking about various thoughts in his mind, had a strong momentum at this moment.

Dong!

Step out in one step, your feet are flush.

Yang Jian walked out of the eight hundred traps, and the sound of his footsteps falling to the ground was like a storm drum. In an instant, he even suppressed the sound of the charge hoofs of the thousands of heavy cavalry.

hold head high!

As Yang Jian walked out in one step, the figure like an ancient war soul made the same move above the eight hundred traps, as if a method was used to cover Yang Jian's body.

At the same time, in Yang Jian's body, the real dragon emerged into the sky, and the vast dragon energy filled the body of the battle soul.

In the blink of an eye, the ancient war soul that was dozens of meters high actually condensed into a real giant that could be seen from the naked eye.

"Roar over and crush them!"

The ancient war soul was solidifying, and at this time, the more than a thousand heavy cavalry were already in a mighty way, like a steel knife in the sky, hitting Yang Jian and others less than 100 meters.

boom!

The 100-meter sprint was just a moment for the cavalry, but in just a short moment, it was enough for Yang Jian to move. It was more than twenty meters wide, a huge shield like a city wall, like a flying mountain peak, falling down with a bang.

In an instant!

The black torrent of steel, with the impact of destroying the world, was like a big Yangtze River, colliding with a large shield dozens of meters.

Thousands of heavy cavalry, the hundreds of cavalry led by the leader, instantly collided into the sky with flesh mud.

The ancient war god formed by Yang Jian's power was solidified by the power of the dragon, knelt on one knee, pressed against the big shield, and crushed the bluestone under his feet.

The black torrent collided with the ancient war soul, as if from ancient times, the battle between the evil dragons and giants was fought. Large areas of foundations exploded, mixed in the endless waves of air, and splashed out in all directions.

boom!

The smoke and dust rose up in the sky, drowning thousands of troops and submerging the ancient war soul.

After more than ten breaths, the smoke and dust were blown away by the wind. In that scene, the original heavy cavalry of thousands of troops had completely stopped. More than a thousand heavy cavalrymen killed and smashed hundreds of them, less than a thousand people.

On the other hand, the ancient war soul condensed by Yang Jian with the dragon energy quickly exhausted all his energy in this impact contest and gradually dissipated. Even more than half of the 800 dead soldiers who were trapped in the formation behind Yang Jian were injured or killed.

"The Astrology! Those who are trapped in the formation will die without life!"

At this moment, more than 300 dead soldiers in the formation were all extremely fanatical, sacrificed everything they had, melting their flesh and blood, rising souls, and all merged into a little real spirit, becoming tiny stars that shrank countless times, covering Yang Jian.

"Swallow the sky and enter the belly! The galaxy is as shown!"

The heart was touched. At this moment, Yang Jian used the War God's Disturbance Art, and his magic power surged into the Chaos Bell. An invisible bell wave rippled, rinsing back and forth in Yang Jian's body, and forcibly opened up acupuncture spaces.

The three hundred miniature stars merged into Yang Jian's body as if they were not physically formed. In an instant, the ancient war soul, which was originally somewhat dispersed, condensed again at this moment.

Eight hundred battles will cause three hundred damage in one battle. If it were an ordinary army, its morale would probably collapse on the spot.

But when the dead robes turned into stars and merged into Yang Jian's body, the morale of the remaining five hundred dead soldiers was visible to the naked eye, and it surged again.

"Life and die together, the heroic spirit of the Han soul will never be erased! Roar!"

Five hundred traps, almost hysterical roars continued, and the rolling morale gathered like a military soul. The ancient war soul seemed to have completely come alive.

"Break the formation! Kill the general! Kill!"

The army spirit of the trap was solidified, and Yang Jian also escaped from the ancient war soul, with a spear in the sky, dragging a remaining heavy cavalry off his horse, and then turned over.

In the flesh and blood battlefield, there were less than a thousand heavy cavalrymen in great chaos. At this time, Yang Jian took the lead, his spear danced, and there was even purple and blue sword light around him. From a distance, it looked like a steel arrow, quickly, killing through the less than a thousand heavy cavalrymen.

Behind Yang Jian, the five hundred sank formation made a deafening roar, forming a formation and moving, carrying a solid ancient war soul, like a giant, following behind Yang Jian, and crushing the extremely chaotic heavy cavalry.

The cavalry is very strong, and the heavy cavalry has the power to kill immortals and destroy gods.

But all of that is based on a cavalry group with sufficient speed and impact. Otherwise, the cavalry that was trapped in the chaos of the chaos would not be as sharp as the most basic infantry.

After practicing the God of War's Rebellion Art, Yang Jian used the power of the Dragon to carry the military soul power condensed at the critical moment of the eight hundred traps, and withstood the impact of more than a thousand cavalry.

Without speed, morale is suppressed.

Yang Jian was in front and the ancient war soul was behind. The chaotic cavalry with less than a thousand people were directly crushed by, and none of them were spared.

At the same time, Yang Jian took the lead and had already rushed to the last wave of the central army led by Yan Tu.

The two swords of slaughtering witches and demons swept across like a horse, and the blood waves soared into the sky.

The five-colored divine light flashed, brushing the arrows, steel knives, and long halberds into the void.

With his own strength alone, Yang Jian has instantly tore up the enemy's central army formation.

Following behind, an ancient war soul that was dozens of meters tall, like a fierce beast that crashed into the world in the ancient times, completely tore the central army camp apart. The blood sword flashed, and hundreds of meters away, it cut off the Yan Tu Shuai Banner with one knife.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!