Outer wall of camp
The black-haired wolf demon was watching the game and swallowed. "This … can it be like this?"
Huang Yuan silently glanced at "I know that the old man is going to take refuge in the Terran. The old black magic method in the mountains is no more profitable than scattered sand, and the Terran can gather millions of instruments at any time, even the fairy will run."
Black hair Wolf demon looked at the crossbow bed piled up like a mountain Fu Mao felt a bad cold.
After more than a dozen rounds of spear rain, the tiger ape demon finally didn’t stop. He heard a loud bang, and the gods were rolling in the fog, but the bear demon carrying the altar was bruised and bloody, and the altar also fell with a bang.
Wang Xuan’s eyes are slightly condensed. "The time has come to attack!"
Chapter two hundred and thirteen Dragon Suzaku dance halberd broken demon army
Military strategists have four methods: strategy, yin and yang, situation and skill.
The method of yin and yang in the middle army is not to distinguish between yin and yang, but more importantly, to observe the biochemical restraint of all things and defeat the enemy.
As Wang Xuan said, this statue of Baal is really extraordinary, and the sacred power of incense is covered with evil spells, which can better explore illusion.
But the weakness is also obvious, that is, the method moves freely and the means of defense is single, relying on the tiger demon to hide the fire.
The statue was heavier than falling and immediately fell down, smashing the wooden altar into pieces.
"Hey!"
An angry roar came from the idol, and the rapid spread of black fog wrapped in green fire would cover it up.
At the same time, the tiger ape demon also jumped up and down beside the idol and looked at the sky carefully.
However, the crossbow has stopped shooting.
Du-!
The long horn sounded at the gate of the military camp, and the cavalry poured out like a flood, and the flag floated and rolled.
The first attack was the second army of Soushan and Dangkou.
Mo Yunxiao Du Chunni has married couples and cooperated with each other more tacitly. After seeing the two flags of Qinglong Suzaku floating out of the camp, they quickly rushed to the demon army from the left and right sides.
Liu Shun, the four banners of Yongan Fujun, sat in Yongan Zhangheng defense camp outpost fort, where hundreds of people were left. The original troops are less and now they are more dispersed.
But Wang Xuan dared to do so for his own reasons.
Yong ‘an Fujun is not what it used to be.
The evil demon Dan steed is like an evil beast, wearing a flying dragon saddle with a speed that can be increased by armor. The wind roared, the sand flew and the stones shook.
And the soldiers in the four spirits Xuanjia Mansion are surrounded by blood and tiger shadows, and the magic guns are buzzing, trembling and murderous, which has become the essence.
In a blink of an eye, he has come to the periphery of the demon army, but he has not rushed into the scope of the idol, but has bent his bow and arrow.
Whoa, whoa! Arrows rain like locusts.
Rosefinch army is full of blood, fire and rain, Qinglong army is full of armor, wood and blessings, and it will flash quickly.
Both of them burst, and the demon army was in dense groups. Suddenly, the rocks collapsed, and the fire splashed everywhere, and the limbs were broken.
Poor black-faced "xianggong" attached to the idol method to move the little demon and was not an opponent, which suddenly suffered heavy losses
"Hey!"
The center of the battlefield roared, and the dense poisonous insects immediately flocked to the second army like Kuroshio.
"Come on!"
Mo Yunxiao, with a wave of his hand, stretched out his hand, a cold hum, and the Tsing Lung Army suddenly changed. Each squad was pulling out the fire, water and cloud flag and inserting it behind the armor. At the same time, the magic horn of Longyin Town was unloaded.
Du-!
The vast horn sounded, and the poisonous insects were restless and gave way, while the team leaders blew the horn and galloped behind them, and the team followed like a vortex to divide the poisonous insects.
Their backs were full of fire, water, clouds and flags, and they hunted and danced at the same time. With the blessing of Mo Yunxiao Qinglong Banner’s army array, all poisonous insects were frozen into ice sculptures by frost and condensation.
The roots need to start work, and the horses rumble and rush to break the ice, while the Suzaku army is in flames.
From the battlefield, you can see that two cyclones, one ice and one fire, slowly spiral like a millstone, consuming the army of Baal.
Outside the camp, Tu Su has joined the blood pagoda. The 5,000-strong army is dressed in ferocious armor and covered in blood. The huge Taiji figure is like a fierce beast ready to pounce.
Wang Xuan is hidden in the middle, riding a horse and looking at the battlefield calmly.
"Yong’ an Fujun is really fighting!"
Tu Su was amazed and then eager to try. "My Lord, when shall we attack?"
Wang Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Don’t worry. The morale of the demon army is still at this time. It’s not yet time to attack and be crazy."
"It’s an adult!"
Tu Su has to hold back the fighting spirit.
The demon army has tens of thousands of people and many poisonous insects, but the second army of Qinglong Suzaku is only two thousand.
It seems that the gap is deep, but the tide of poisonous insects rotating in two rounds of ice and fire has been visible to the naked eye, and the black-faced "xianggong" of the demon god is finally in a hurry to "force them in!"
A demon army immediately suited to tsing lung rosefinch second army at the same time also in the door.
Wang Xuan’s eyes flashed cold, "Blood pagoda is broken!"
"kill!"
Tu Su immediately drew out a double pole and a furious blood pagoda army and immediately moved forward.
After the reorganization, the Longfeng government army is also bloody. The horses are all extraordinary. Although the speed is not as fast as that of Yong’ an war beast, it can camel the blood and pagoda the heavy armor.
Booming …
Thousands of horses galloped and the earth trembled like a flood of bloody steel pouring into the battlefield.
The Yongan government army is different from the Longfeng government army. It relies on the blood pagoda and heavy armor to crush the spear, such as the blood of the forest. It is rolling with a front spirit, and the monster army array collides in front of it, and the blood and mud are trampled by love.
In a blink of an eye, the blood pagoda army array is less than a mile away from the black-faced "xianggong" idol.
The other spell, of course, has been cast.
The bloody Tai Chi virtual shadow of the blood pagoda slowly rotates to see the strange black light and green light spurting, and those poisonous snakes suddenly burst.
"So that’s it …"
Wu Feng, the butcher of the Su family in the army array, suddenly realized that "the demon god is the incense, the divine power and the poisonous insect sacrifice. No wonder they are all snake spells and magic spells."
Tu Su grunted coldly, "The closer you get to the evil spell, the stronger it becomes. But now most of the poisonous insects are damaged, and there are four thousand troops guarding them. See what it can stop?"