Back Off, Let Me Come

"The man named Huang sent you two here to die?"

Jiang Ao didn't take Shen Tang seriously.

However, he doesn't mind having one more precious and rare human-headed tiger made by a fifteenth-level junior. After arranging a place where the head should be washed, he thought about what to do with Shen Tang's head. His study was missing a landscape basin.

Who would let Shen Tang's face appear in the eyes of the most demanding Yan Gou? It is also a look above heaven and man? Jiang Ao even thought about using the knife more accurately later so as not to hurt her face. If the appearance is accidentally broken, it will not be used as a landscape pot.

Shen Tang: "It was the King of Hell who sent us to take your life!"

Jiang Ao smiled: "That's quite loud!"

In addition to Shen Tang and Shao Chong, several other coalition generals also wanted to intervene in the battle, but the strength of the sixteenth-level Dashangzao was not something they could resist. Jiang Ao took the time to deal with them while fighting one against two. In just thirty or fifty rounds, several people were on the verge of life and death. The lucky ones were able to retreat with minor injuries, while the unlucky ones were seriously injured and lay on the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

Shen Tang dismissed them directly.

It's simply not helpful at this time.

He also had to devote himself to saving the lives of his teammates.

However, her words could not completely calm them down.

"These annoying ants..." Jiang Ao drew his palms together and strangled the necks of the "annoying ants" he called them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Tang took action to save people.

Although he felt the surging momentum coming from Shen Tang's direction and the cold sword that was approaching him in the blink of an eye, Jiang Ao did not let go of his grasping hand and instead used his left hand to catch Shen Tang's sword. With a flick of his finger, the sword edge deflected. He could clearly see the surprise reflected in Shen Tang's beautiful pupils. At the same time, he exerted force with his tiger's mouth, and without any effort, there was a soft sound of broken bones in his palm.

"Annoying Ant" tilted his head, and scarlet red came from the corners of his lips.

The still warm body was thrown away casually by Jiang Ao.

With five fingers, a strange-looking pitch black sword emerged.

"How can a thing like a sword hurt me at all?"

"Let's see what strength is!"

Jiang Ao raised the knife and struck lightly.

Buzz——

The cries of killing on the battlefield seemed to be swallowed up by the sword.

Wherever it passes, the air twists.

Dozens of feet of black sword energy locked Shen Tang to death.

The distance between the two is not far, and they can only reach each other in a blink of an eye, swallowing them up. Seeing this, Jiang Ao felt a touch of regret in his heart. This boy has no chance to be his landscape basin, but Shaochong is still there. That human-headed tiger can still look forward.

The black sword energy collided head-on with Shen Tang.

The explosive sound reached the ears of nearby living people in a violent manner.

Brave warriors and literary scholars can offset the discomfort with luck, but ordinary soldiers who have not yet had time to form a military formation are in bad luck. The closest ones had their bones shattered into pieces and their internal organs in pieces. The ones further away had all the blood vessels in their brains burst, and the luckiest one also had a perforated eardrum. But this was only the first wave of aftereffects. What was even more terrifying and troublesome was the explosion caused by the collision between the sword energy and Shen Tang. At this time, several cultural barriers surrounded the explosion, and the soldiers formed formations to form shields for defense.

"Why don't you just surrender?"

Jiang Ao turned his head to avoid Shao Chong's sneak attack from behind.

Yunzhang used his palm wind to fight Shaochong at close range.

Shao Chong was not as sharp-tongued as Shen Tang. He didn't want to talk trash or talk to trash, but his black pupils that gradually turned scarlet made his attitude clear. Perhaps Jiang Ao was in a better mood because he was about to get the highest-quality human-headed tiger.

"You have a good head!"

The flying sand and dust have not completely dispersed.

"But you are nothing compared to me!"

Shao Chong faced him, but the latter didn't move at all, but he flew backwards and retreated more than ten feet, almost reversing the flow of energy and blood. He didn't stop until a gentle and firm force came from his back. He didn't need to turn his head to know that it was Shen Tang: "This old guy has some bones that he can't chew!"

"You're not a dog, why are you going to chew some cheap bones?" Shen Tang's breath was not very steady, but his face looked quite rosy, and he was still in the mood to talk flirtatiously. He glanced at Jiang Ao, who was a little surprised, and said, "Look, there's nothing It’s better not to brag about your strength. Otherwise, you’ll be just like this old guy, who not only blows his braggadocio, but also brags to the point where he even believes that he can do it.”

Shaochong said: "He's doing nothing!"

Shen Tang chuckled: "It's really a fart. The wave just now didn't kill me, but it killed a wave of my own soldiers. We attack without distinction. Don't count the battle achievements when the time comes. Jiang Ao is at the top of our army. That's terrible. That’s funny.”

Shaochong could hear the anger in Shen Tang's words.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of small crimson snakes flowing along the gaps between her fingers, onto the sword grid and body. The hand holding the sword was also trembling involuntarily. He said: "Your hand is injured..."

Shen Tang said expressionlessly: "I know."

Jiang Ao narrowed his eyes dangerously.

He is too proud.

He was so proud that he ignored Shen Tang's abnormality, but Shen Tang took over his sword energy. Even though he only used 50% of his strength, it was still comparable to a full-strength strike from a fifteenth-level junior high-ranking officer. Not only was the opponent injured, but he was only slightly injured?

Jiang Ao suddenly felt that using such a human head as a landscape pot was a waste of resources: "You are not bad, give you a chance, tell me your name. I will not kill unknown people!"

Shen Tang raised his sword and pointed it at Jiang Ao.

"Me? Ha, I call you ancestor!"

Together with Shao Chong, he led Jiang Ao to the edge of the battlefield.

Jiang Ao went on a rampage, no matter what, he did many immoral things such as killing good people and taking credit for their merits. Once he killed someone, who would care whether it was the enemy's soldiers or his own soldiers? In his opinion, killing people is like a child pouring hot water on an ant's nest, and he doesn't care how much it scalds him to death. That's just a puny ant!

But Shen Tang and Shao Chong are different.

They have to start thinking about themselves.

In layman's terms, it means that the ultimate move is banned, and you have to fight the BOSS with A.

Jiang Ao, as his name suggests, is the most arrogant.

He sensed Shen and Tang's plot and chased after them with a bold smile. It wasn't that his conscience felt that he was invincible, it was simply that he disliked the fact that too many people would affect his heroic appearance. How could the ants around them be as attractive as Shen Tang?

Boom——

Wei Shou noticed Jiang Ao's movements.

I cursed in my heart: [It’s true that a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit! 】

Have you forgotten what happened to Chu Yao back then?

Running away at this time...

clang! clang! clang!

While Wei Shou was complaining in his heart, a sharp spear was thrust towards him. Wherever the tip of the spear passed, fine ice-blue snowflakes floated. He was stunned. If he was stabbed, the flesh and blood near the wound would not be frozen into ice lumps.

But, should I say it or not, this marksmanship paired with the falling snow...

It’s really pleasing to the eye.

"You have some skills as a warrior."

Wei Shou saw the details of the opponent in front of him at a glance.

The young military general was born with a refined manner and an elegant demeanor. He seemed harmless, but in fact, the water was still and the undercurrent was turbulent underneath.

"Why don't you wear armor?"

The young general looked sullen.

Wei Shou's move was humiliating to him!

"Of course I don't want to." Wei Shou's answer was willful.

The young military general was naturally not polite. The spear in his hand flashed with silver light and turned into an iron whip as soft as a spiritual snake when he stabbed it out: "In this case, there is no need to spare your life!"

The barb of the iron whip almost pierced Wei Shou's shoulder blade.

It's so cool, but the clothes are torn.

Wei Shou looked at the young general who was getting stronger and stronger, and knew that Huang Lie, the main rider, was hiding his strength. If you don't take it seriously, it may really become a military exploit for the opponent's upward climb.

He had no choice but to threaten again: "You forced me to do this. Anyone who has seen my martial armor will either be blind or dead."

With a stomp, the pink and tender martial energy enveloped him, and he instantly transformed into a champagne-colored mountain-shaped armor, but the rest of the leather was a strange pink armor. Fortunately, he had a plan to cover his face, otherwise where would he put his old face? This color is only liked by women's families and literati who like romance. It looks a bit weird on him.

The young general was really stunned.

Wei Shou was not polite to him, he unleashed a domineering aura that was inconsistent with Pink, and did it without even saying hello. The moves are dangerous and tricky, but the young military general always feels that the opponent has left three points of strength, otherwise he may be even more embarrassed to deal with them.

Overall, the coalition has an absolute numerical advantage.

But Chaoliguan's military force is not weak either.

The key to victory or defeat does not lie in these generals, but in the huge main force. When Shen Tang was under Xiaocheng, he tried to break through the shield formed by the morale of the more than ten thousand rebels in Gongxi Qiu with one person. Although the result was unsuccessful, it also reflected that if these ordinary soldiers had enough morale, they could also compete with their strength. The tyrannical and courageous warriors confront each other and even leave the opponent behind in one fell swoop!

An ordinary soldier is cannon fodder.

Two ordinary soldiers are worthless.

A group of three or five people cannot deal with a low-ranking official.

but--

What about one thousand, two thousand, three thousand?

What about ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand?

After it exceeds 10,000, the scale of the military formation will be expanded, and it can even complete the evolution from quantitative change to qualitative change. Thousands of people travel together, advancing and retreating together, becoming one unified body. The main force at Chaoliguan is 100,000! The small military formations were built into large military formations, and they were no different from meat grinders when charging. The morale gathered above the head may turn into a charging car, a running bull, or a rain of arrows.

At this time, cavalry on both sides of the coalition forces rushed into the formation to cut.

The long sword passed by the peak, and the blood of the dead souls was sprinkled all the way.

The collision between the war horses and the soldiers on horseback is like a fast-moving hill, and there are many such hills on both sides. Not even half a quarter of an hour into the fight, the battlefield was already covered with a faint and ominous blood mist.

Qin Li looked at his lord who was sitting firmly in the middle of the army and bowed from a distance. The latter waved his palm and said, "Gong Su, let's show those at Chaoliguan whether we idiots are capable of slaying dragons!"

Slaying the dragon has never been a legend.

Zheng Qiao and his ilk are not really dragons either.

Qin Li said: "Wei."

Strange thick fog rises from all directions!

The scope actually encompasses the entire battlefield!

Whether it was the enemy in front of him or the people around him, they were all submerged in the thick fog, and it was so scary that they couldn't even see their fingers.

The soldiers and horses under Wu Xian's tent did not panic.

The appearance of thick fog means that the military advisor has taken action.

Chu Yao was distracted from taking care of his lord's side, but also taking care of his own soldiers and horses - fortunately, they lacked everything except literary scholars, so he was able to do it with ease. When he saw the thick fog, he knew that Qin Li's strength had improved again. This thick fog is all Qin Li’s style! If you take a peek and see the whole leopard, Qin Li must have a Wen Gong, or a Wen Gong Dacheng...

"Perhaps the way of the scribes has been completed..."

Speaking of the word "consummation", Chu Yao was a little irritated. Although his scribe's method can avoid crises, its use is limited and cannot be used on the battlefield, and it is not even under his control. Although he has a complete clue, Chu Yao has not yet completely clarified it.

Luan Xin asked: "Isn't he causing trouble?"

Under the thick fog, Wu Xian's army moved freely.

Walking freely in the thick fog is as easy as breaking a bamboo.

Other allies can also hear the command, but after all, there is no tacit understanding, and it is unclear how effective it will be. Luan Xin snorted: "With such a disability, can it be called a perfect scribe?"

He looked up at the sky again.

Said: "The timing is just right."

As he finished speaking, drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The drizzle was mixed with Luan Xin's literary style. If you can see his literary spirit, you will find that these literary qualities gradually converge into a giant spider web. The person attached to the rain is just a point on the spider web, connected into a "whole" by literature and style.

At the same time, the dense fog gradually faded in some areas.

Qin Li was the first to notice the change.

He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Luan Xin.

Across the turbulent sea of ​​people, Luan Xin was also looking at him.

Qin Li couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Is this the secret spirit of speech, or is it Luan Xin’s way of being a scribe?

In the previous Dragon Slaying Game, Luan Xin had only taken very few shots, but that didn't mean that no one knew about it. Qin Li once traveled with Luan Xin and saw his way of being a scribe, but the effect was to boost morale.

There has never been rain to drive away fog and the ability to distinguish friend from foe.

This thought did not linger in my mind for too long.

The war situation is serious, and this is not the time to think about these things.

Chu Yao noticed something strange about Luan Xin.

"Righteousness?"

I saw the latter turning his head extremely slowly, with a slightly dull expression. Compared to normal people, Luan Xin's reaction was already slow, and now it was even slower. It took a few seconds for Luan Xin to reply to his question: "It doesn't matter, the disadvantages of the scribe's way."

Chu Yao looked at Xun Zhen and his son who were making trouble, and then looked at Kang Shi who was gearing up to make a big gamble, and even Ning Yan, who had been low-key these days, also secretly made a move. He thought for a while and handed Luan Xin to Jiang Sheng: "Go ahead and send someone to protect the safety of justice. I will go down to meet old friends and connect with each other."

The young general who intercepted Wei Shou could no longer hold on.

Jiang Ao was not in charge of the central army, and the command of the Chaoliguan army was in the hands of Jiang Ao's confidants. However, the opponent obviously had no war experience, and their position was disrupted as soon as they showed signs of weakness. Although Wei Shou's soldiers and horses were not consumed in the war, he could not just watch in vain and do nothing. After taking care of the young generals, Wei Shou was free to assemble his own soldiers to counterattack. Chu Yao had learned his madman's style of play.

Wei Shou's defense is like a ten thousand year bastard.

Once out of the cage, he becomes a crazy bastard.

Jiang Sheng's lips twitched, but he could only agree reluctantly.

"Take care, and your literary fortune will be long-lasting!"

Looking at the coalition forces, it seems that only our own scribes are not at the rear, and they are gathering at the front. Is this abnormal?

Every scribe has his own preferred starting hand language spirit.

Chu Yao is not exempt from vulgarity.

"Sink into fire and bring about your own destruction!"

Vast literary energy pours out from Danfu Wen Palace.

The literary energy was condensed, and it instantly transformed into a giant dragon forty to fifty feet long, with lifelike scales, each one exuding a sinister and evil aura. Longan turned, looking down from Gaokong, and locked eyes with Wei Shou below. Wei Shou was also extremely alert.

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Wei Shou: It’s hard to do damage while wearing this armor...

When I was designing this character, I was watching a short video, and there was a big brother wearing a tight pink lotus skirt who was kicking a little gangster. After watching it, I had a thought, ah, real men should wear pink!

PS: "Retreat from Me" has a 23rd leader. Thank you Qin Ruofan baby (`) for your support.