MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 95 【】

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Rong Rong did not want to pull the battle line too long, so that he could not get back. Therefore, he did not invade with Hokuriku. The Yan Ya Shan of Xilu was also handed over by Bao Puzong. The 100,000 demon army is divided into three roads, one stays in the east land, one goes to the south land, and one goes to the middle land. In addition to the disciples of the Zodiac, there are also scattered studies on the wasteland to make a living. It is almost a gathering of the entire East Land.

These people have no loyalty, but they know how to fight in the harsh competitive environment of Donglu, and there is no moral burden. Once the unity is unified because of the interests, it is really terrible.

Not only does the people in the Yashan Mountain think about it, but how to conquer such a lot of combat power in a short period of time, what kind of interests are there, let the 12th house throw away the suspicion, and the other major factions are also very puzzling, only the Mr. A glimpse of the clues, vaguely counted as the power of a certain contract, but he is now seriously injured, the realm is greatly damaged, and the method of calculation is difficult to display.

The parties will not understand and have no time to think about it, because the Magic Army is already in sight.

When you travel, the fleet is so vast that you can't see the margins. They are all twelve-story, four-story ships, and the hulls are engraved with the sculpt of the sculpt, and the deeper and deeper are divided into the water and the wind. Occasionally, the sea beast is disturbed by the magic, and it is also evasive.

The magic army that went to the south land made a perfect preparation when crossing the sea, and had never encountered any obstruction, quite a bit of success, and the smooth sailing was full.

Therefore, since entering the Southland, there has been a big step into the trap of the law. However, there are a large number of people, and the team leader does not care about such casualties. All the towns and villages along the way are people going to the empty space, only to see annoying formations, not half-personal shadows, the people in the team floating, can not wait to kill a scene immediately, a sigh of anger.

Under this circumstance, the magic army began to turn over the mountain and came to the ‘two difficult customs’ mountain crossing.

In the snowy night, the wind blew through the forest.

The mountain road is extremely ruthless. In the past, it is inevitable to open a mountain rock and expand a smooth road. But on both sides of the mountain road, there are thousands of cliffs. If only the bottom is opened, it will lead to instability and landslides. Moreover, the mountain is a strong granite, which is time consuming and laborious to destroy. More than ten miles of mountain roads have to pass through. Turning over this mountain range is Yecheng, where most of the people gather.

The team leader is also somewhat intolerant. His gods drifted and spread, the withered forests, the dead branches and the dead woods, and the snow curtains that had fallen. There is no trace of the formation.

If you want to come, you have to blow up such a hard mountain rock. There is no arrangement for two or three months.

"The whole army passed quickly."

The sound is not big, but it contains a lot of magic, through the wind, everyone clearly hears.

The team entered the mountain road, like a long dragon, no one spoke, and the four fields were quiet. Everything is going well.

Perhaps it feels that this is quiet and abnormal. The leader is dressed in a black robe and stands down from a mountain rock bulge, almost in the night. The more you look at the look, the more cautious. At this moment, he felt the stone rock under his feet, and it trembled very finely. It is almost undetectable, and it is almost an illusion.

"retreat!--"

"boom--"

It is already late. The voice was drowned in the thundering explosion.

"what--"

The earth and stone rolled down and the blood splashed.

The world's gas turbines suddenly changed, and the whole two difficulties were closed. In the night, the smoke is rolling, and it goes straight into the sky.

Suddenly, the magic in the mountain road was too late to be shot, and the low-income person was even too late to call for help, and he was buried in the dust of the world. The living people are not aware of the situation, people are guilty, they flee, and even start killing each other.

As early as the first piece of rock fell, the first one flew up and slammed into the mountain. This is a disciple with a splash of water in the mountains and waters. The disciples in the hands of the disciples did not enter the mountains and rocks, and the golden light flashed. The Qingjian Jianpai Mountain is not good at concealing the attack. It is not easy to pass the magic powerhouse to the present.

This palm is implemented, and there is a lack of one, and the explosion array constructed with the sword is naturally broken. The first one even noticed the hiding places of several other people, and indifferently thinking about taking eight lives is just a palm.

The timing is still a step late. Suddenly there is a sword coming across, slanting and stabbing, light as a rain.

A chilly sword breaks through the smoke and shows the figure holding the sword. It is a young man with a calm look.

More than ten miles of mountain roads are still collapsing in sequence, and the scope is constantly expanding.

It is only smoke, it can be lifted up to ten feet, and it can be seen from a thousand miles away. It can be seen how the tragic scene in the mountains.

Cheng Tianyu stood in front of the window and looked at it. He couldn’t stop it from giving birth. “I’m not saying that it’s just a fried mountain road. If you blow it up, run it!” He whimpered. “This is quiet... It’s clear that half of the mountains are falling. Brother, he..."

Song Yu closed his eyes.

Smoke was seen throughout the Southland, just like the signal of the war.

Many people vaguely guess what is going on there.

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At present, the leader of the army has finally shown a certain degree of solemnity. His black robes rushed into the sea like snow, and the sorrowful sorrows came from all directions, gathering his fingers, condensing the power and smashing toward the sword.

The other party only raised his hand, and Zhongshan did not hesitate to use the strongest sword.

The violent real element burned fiercely, and his sword seemed to burn up, so that the sword was melted, and the snow was instantly melted, and the sound of ‘stinging’ was turned into white fog and water droplets.

It’s just like a storm.

How many winds there are, how many swords there are.

The wind and rain siege, originally a sword for siege.

One person can be a good enemy.

In the past, when he was re-emphasizing the mountains, he still needed the advantages of time and place to borrow the wind and rain. Nowadays, with his kendo, the sword will become a storm.

Such a century-old talent, placed in the past years of peace, can be said to be invincible.

It is a pity that fate has always been unfair. Tonight's battle, martial arts and talents are far from enough to make up for the gap between the heavens and the earth.

The black robe suddenly began to speak. Even if the rock roared like a thunder, his voice could be clearly heard by Zhongshan.

"I sometimes don't know what you think of these famous decents. If you have a good sanctification potential, you have to come here to find death."

The tone is indifferent, and the words are also desperate.

"Still, you all think that as long as there is a big righteousness in hand, you will not hesitate to die?"

Speaking at this time seems to be nonsense, but he understands that as long as the other party's heart is slightly shaken, the sword in his hand will hesitate and will be slow.

Then it will be killed soon.

Even if you want to be a hero, but after all, it is so young, after all, life and death, who can not hesitate?

Zhong Shan did not speak, and took a sword. This sword is a hurricane and cold rain, and the sword is screaming. The magic barrier under the sword front has a state of overflow.

Unexpectedly, his heart waved and looked calm.

Because coming here seems to be his choice, he chose the dilemma of ‘the dilemma of life and death. In fact, he did not choose. He thought he should come and he came.

If he did, he would do it.

This is nothing to be bloody.

Across the vast mainland and vast boundless seas, in the terrain of the Central Plains, a horse, the army is extremely fast. Although the endless stream of maritime interception damages more than a thousand people, it still cannot change the trend of the army.

More than ten miles away from Yunyang City, the snow stopped tonight, and the wind is still there.

Thirty school disciples rushed to the front of the city and began to return to the city.

In this team, the highest level of the realm is not a break. After a long period of dedication, each person was as earthy, but the light was firm and the mind was clear.

Some people think that the atmosphere is too bad, and started to talk. "I went to school that year, snooze, every morning is late, Mr. Zhang always hits my hand, let me copy the book, once I ran around the school." Two laps. At that time, I thought about it when I ran. When I got out of the crowd, the first thing was to come to the school. What a ghost place, the rules are too inhuman."

The classmates laughed with each other and the other person answered. "Whether Mr. Zhang is a heavy punishment, Mr. Li, who teaches the history of Wulutong, has the most rules. I am fined for the fall of the trees after the fall, and I can’t clean it. I wanted to blow up the school at the time."

They talked passionately about the old things and found that no matter who is diligent and eager to learn, there was a moment when they wanted to blow up the school.

Suddenly someone was sentimental. "Tonight may be the only chance in our life to blow up the school. Why give up!"

The team laughed.

When the laugh is over, someone opens. "Because this is our place. Even if it is a thousand bad, where does the wheel come to outsiders to touch it?"

"Yes, who is going to blow it up, I will blow it first."

"Not to mention the fact that now, it’s a bad thing, and it’s all good."

They returned to the city and joined other squads that returned to the city. The two teachers counted the number. The city guards began to change jobs. Everything is in order.

The newly replaced students are mostly practitioners. Everyone was engrossed and stared at the end of sight, the smoke on the horizon. Waiting quietly. At first, the smoke was weak, and the moment became a surge.

It’s the magic army.

Mr. Zhang Yuan took the hand on the flying raft of the library, and he closed his eyes in bed a few days ago. I don’t know what method to use tonight, and my spirits are so embarrassing.

He looked outside Yunyang City and was wide-sleeved. The sound of breaking the wind picked up, but it was not his lithograph, but an arrow.

The speed is so fast that it almost breaks the space barrier. The arrow clusters ignite spontaneously and fall on the wasteland, and the whole wilderness burns. The wind helps the fire, and the arrogance is soaring.

No mathematics whispers, but no one is happy too early. After all, the night is long, this is just the beginning.

Mr. Jiao, who is well versed in alchemy, mixes fuel. More than a hundred disciples have been sleeping for half a month. In the wilderness outside Yunyang City, they have drawn a huge, ten-mile-long burning charm.

Although the grain is fine, it is still not enough to change the air and the air. Mr. Zhang will print a heart of blood on the arrow and burn this fire.

This night, Kyushu burned fire, and Wanli Jiangshan was lighted.

The storms of the two difficulties, the knife light under the mountains, the rockets of Yunyang City. Solidified in the legend of many years.