MTL - Undefeated God of War-~ Section 942, freshmen, fighting

The text of section nine hundred and forty second freshman, second battle [more] Author: Fang want to update time: 2015-09-1218: 20:02 Word Count: 3819 Golden war to war confrontation and black, black and white.

The vast battlefield is in an unspeakable silence, and only the wind blows the flag to hunt.

The elders couldn't believe the black soul that was suddenly appearing opposite, and his eyes were straight. Where did the other party get such a soul? In order to make up the Holy Spirit, I will not know how many lives are filled in.

The soul of the other side will be no less than him in terms of quantity. What makes him feel uncomfortable is that the quality of these souls will be higher than the soul of his holy soul.

how is this possible……

Southern Crusaders? Suddenly, the elders remembered the source of the name, and it had appeared in the intelligence of Tianlu. It was an ancient corps that had long been annihilated in history. How could there be so many souls to survive? For 10,000 years, the soul will be able to withstand the erosion of centuries of years, it is already very powerful, 10,000 years, what is the concept? It is so long that even the soul will want to commit suicide.

He has never heard of a soul that will be able to survive for 10,000 years.

However, not only, there are so many!

The elders felt that his cognition of the soul was completely subverted.

The soul will be fierce and arrogant, with high morale and strict discipline. Everyone can see the veteran temperament formed from the battlefield.

When these veterans came together, the chilling momentum immediately suppressed his holy soul.

Also in the heart is Tang Tian, ​​who knows the qualitative change of the undead sword in the sword vortex storm, knowing that these remnants of the soul have re-condensed the body. However, watching them sneak out of the silent sword, watching them squatting with the flag of the Southern Cross Corps, so they came out, his heart filled with indescribable feelings of moving and sadness.

Because he knows how they came over this 10,000 years, he knows that every hundred years, they will want to moth like a fire, smashing themselves.

The Sea of ​​Rest, this land of hope and sustenance of the living, has become a battlefield that they have never given up.

The death and death of the Corps is unknown, and our generation can rest in peace!

When I saw these darkness in the unknown, fighting for thousands of years, the soul of the body was broken hundreds of times, really broke away from the sea of ​​rest, really remodeled the soul, really with a thousand years of unwillingness and attachment, never The sea that was willing to rest came out, watching them stand under the banner of the Southern Cross Corps, and the unspeakable touch was stirred up in Tang Tian’s heart.

Ashin’s tears came out, and his comrades, his predecessors, stood in front of him and fought side by side with him.

- Fight in the name of the Southern Cross Corps!

The years have been left behind us, and the reality has been broken down by us. Ten thousand years have passed, we have reunited on the battlefield, and we stand side by side. The vows of the year were still stirring in your heart, and the flag of the year was still flying above you and me.

Hey, 10,000 years, we are still us!

Hey, for 10,000 years, the Southern Cross Corps is still the Southern Cross Corps!

Ashin wiped a tear and walked to the head of the big man, bowing his way, and loudly saying: "The Southern Cross Corps will be Ashin, come to report."

The elders of the elders couldn’t help but shrink, and he knew that he really looked away. On * will be Ashin, this is the last time to kill the fall corps. He did not think that this seemingly stunned soul would be Ashin!

The big man replied, Shen Sheng said: "Up* will sue you, according to the wartime regulations, you will get the highest command. But before this, on * will you, can you tell us, is the corps still there?"

The rigorous battle, the first commotion, the eyes of all the soldiers, all fell on Ashin.

"The regiment is gone." Ashin’s voice was calm.

The scorpions of all the soldiers were all dimmed, and the sobbing continued to ring in the battle. Many of them are a little bit lighter. They were originally a remnant of the soul, but because the obsessions in the heart have not been eliminated, they have been struggling and have not been annihilated by the years. But now that the Corps is no longer there, they feel that there is no point in persisting for so many years. Without the support of faith, their bodies will melt and disappear like ice and snow.

The thick-eyed big man’s tears flowed down and he couldn’t make a sound: “It’s late, we’re still late... yeah, it’s been 10,000 years...”

Axin’s heartache is like a knife, and they hear their self-blame. Their sadness is lost. In his mind, there is a charge like a moth. It’s the endless stream of the sea of ​​peace. You can rest in peace."

He took a deep breath and tried his best and shouted: "But we are!"

The soldiers raised their heads and looked at the unskilled upper eye with tears.

"We are here, the Corps is here!"

Every word of Ashin is screaming and screaming in the hearts of the soldiers. They wiped away the tears, raised their heads, and lifted their chests.

Ashin’s eyes slowly swept over everyone and asked aloud: “I haven’t annihilated us for 10,000 years, why? Because ah”

Meeting everyone's gaze, facing the glaring golden light, Ashin suddenly thought of screaming for thousands of years in the hail, and suddenly thought of a ghost like the re-enactment of the corps of the corps of the corps, who wanted to pass on the tradition of the regiment, and remembered each of his own for thousands of years. One day, I remembered that the moths that had been exchanged for a hundred years of sleep in the rest of the sea had been fired.

For the first time on his cynic face, with a arrogant and awkward sigh, he pointed to everyone and pointed to his own chest, telling everyone with a word.

"My generation is not dead, the Southern Cross Corps is not dead!"

Boom!

All the souls will only feel a shock in their brains. This sentence seems to be directly nailed into their heads. The original fuzzy consciousness is suddenly clear. That's right! On * you are right! They did not catch up with the support corps, but it was also the corps that was absent. Only the responsibility of these martial arts and the glory of the corps was also on them.

They are duty-bound!

Who are you?

These proud soldiers, the bleak body re-solidified, and more solid than before, their faces glow with a different light.

The rushing warfare rises to the sky, like a dragon that rises up and slams into the sky.

Boom!

The light of the holy light of the sky violently oscillated, and the holy flames scattered around.

Ashin’s eyes were firm and he looked at the new soldier. His heart was also in full swing, and a strong war was burning in him. When he shouted the words himself, all the haze in his heart was swept away, yeah, even if the corps was gone, they were still there!

They are there, the Corps is here!

A letter is full of embarrassing momentum, he is like a sword of the sheath, sharp and unstoppable. Looking at the golden battlefield in front of him, his mouth floated with a scornful smile. You guys put together the guys who drive the shells. Come on, let you see what is the corps!

He raised his arms and screamed.

"Southern Cross Corps, go forward!"

Booming.

The torrent of black, moving forward without hesitation, is not fast, but there is an unstoppable momentum that is enough to crush all the enemies in front of them.

The elders witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. Several times he wanted to interrupt, but he did not know how to interrupt. These souls will be deeply surprised by the attachment and recognition of the Corps. He is a little envious, how can he have such a loyal subordinate?

He quickly left this idea behind, and for now, these are not important. Only those who have won this war will have a future.

After the initial shock, he has calmed down. The sudden emergence of the soul will disrupt his deployment, but he is still confident. Here is the holy continent, where there is endless sacred inflammation, here is his carefully arranged home.

I want to beat him here, it is a delusion.

He smiled slightly, confidently and calmly, faintly said: "Sophie, I have given it to you."

Sophie was in full swing and turned to lead the Holy Spirit to attack the Corps. Oh, the golden torrent is also rushing forward.

The elders showed satisfaction, and after the other party showed strength, Sophie was still unaffected, and her soul would not have the color of fear, and would not retreat to meet the enemy.

It doesn't matter if you lack tempering. It's just a matter of tempering. It doesn't matter if you get hurt. There are endless sources of holy inflammation. It doesn't matter if you die, you can eliminate a batch, and the rest is elite. As for the cannon fodder.

Moreover, is your home court so easy to deal with?

The elders flashed a cold man's eyes, and they swayed in the air, as if there was an invisible string connected to the holy light curtain, which was swayed by countless holy rain.

St. Yan fell in the sacred sacred corps, and the momentum of the sacred souls of the squadron suddenly rose, and fell on the top of the Southern Cross Corps, immediately swallowed by the other party's killing, but with the interference of the holy inflammation, their momentum Stagnation, slightly slight.

Duke did not hesitate to stand up at this time, smiled slightly, the means of the elders looked very good in the eyes of others, but in Duke's eyes, such a small means is not worth mentioning.

He floated around Ashin, and his palms circled in the void.

Unspeakable volatility spreads, and a faint aperture appears above the regiment. St. Yan fell in the aperture ~www.novelbuddy.com~ quickly annihilated decomposition. The smoldering energy of the smoldering of the sacred sputum complements the loss of Ashin. This is his learning from Tang Tian's sword vortex storm, but his control of the law is more sophisticated, it seems that the momentum is not big, and can not be compared with the sword vortex storm, but can still supplement the loss of soldiers.

The elders glanced at Duke and there were not many accidents. Although the fight between him and Duke was very short and restrained, both of them knew each other's cleverness. Duke was able to change the energy of the holy inflammation in such a unique way, or let him shine in front of him.

However, for him, controlling the holy inflammation requires almost no power, but how long can the other person support?

The arrangement of the other party is very targeted, and it has been carefully studied by Sheng Yan. However, do you think that I have only these means?

The elders sneered in the heart.

Under him, the golden torrent and the black torrent slammed together.

The battle will heat up in an instant.

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