The cavalry team led by Yang Tian had just approached the City of Paradise, and a few arrows flew out and were inserted into a place less than a foot in front of Yang Tian’s horse’s head. Yang Tian shrank his neck, and Gnu opened his voice and shouted loudly: “Damn, who is upstairs? I’m sending you women and money.”

Long Feng slapped Gnu's bare head hard and whispered: "Damn, what are you talking about? Give women and money, do you think we are bandits?"

Feng Ling'er asked Gnu in confusion: "Aren't they standing on the city wall? Why do you say that the ones upstairs? They didn't stand on the city wall." Gnu was scolded by the two of them, and was stunned for questions, and stood there stupidly and didn't know how to answer.

Yang Tian smiled and immediately stepped forward a few steps, shouting to the generals on the top of the city: "Hey, hey, hey, isn't that Brother Song? Brother, I, Yang Tian, ​​brought the news here. What's wrong today? The defense is so tight? I almost shot me away."

On the city wall, several generals looked at it carefully and laughed: "Open the city gate, it's your own brother."

The General Song who Yang Tian knew ran down quickly and greeted Yang Tian and said, "General Yang, last night, several unidentified masters suddenly assassinated Marshal Qiong... Oh my God, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Tian said weakly: "Stop talking. I had known that you had already received news here. Brother, I wouldn't have arrived so quickly. As soon as I went out, I was surrounded by a group of people. The sword energy was at least as high as a top-notch master in the world of the Heavenly Kingdom. Damn, I opened a few holes in vain. I was afraid that something would happen to Boss Qiong. I ran over here before I had time to rest. Who knows, you are all ready."

Several soldiers ran in. After a while, Qiong Daotian brought a group of people to meet them quickly, and snorted from afar: "They are too arrogant. They actually sent people to assassinate the leaders of several of our army's garrisons at the same time. Humph, Brother Yang, are you okay?"

Yang Tian quickly came over and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay. But there are other major things to tell you... Well, what about this..." Yang Tian was originally on the street, and in the tone that could be heard by the generals around him, he told Fidoya and her followers about him.

Qiong Daotian quickly grabbed the wound on Yang Tian’s arm and whispered: “Damn, are you still afraid that I will make them secretly? You just shook these things out in public? I can’t make the decision, and I have to wait for Marshal Wen to come over. However, this is also good for us. Why do I object? With the help of the old and young people, aren’t the original people of the Divine Light Kingdom following us wholeheartedly?”

Yang Tian squeaked in pain. Qiong Daotian didn't bother to pay attention to him. He smiled and greeted Feidoya. A large set of standard diplomatic words quickly popped out of his mouth. Feidoya still looked cautious and made a few polite words with Qiong Daotian.

Under the escort of a large number of soldiers, everyone walked towards the current commander's mansion. Halfway through, Qiong Daotian asked his subordinates to prepare a house for Fidoya and others to stay temporarily, and at the same time explained to them that they had to wait for Mr. Wen to come and make a decision. Fidoya and others nodded to express their understanding. The matter about the Divine Light Kingdom was decided like this.

In the courtyard of the Commander's Mansion, Yang Tian saw several old men in the worship hall, tortured several men in black with a gloomy face. The men in black were also quite talented. He watched his muscles be picked out by a knife, but he didn't say a word.

Qiong Daotian said helplessly: "You understand, your little princess can only send her to rest halfway. The things here are a little bit bloody. The priests took action together and caught these five living people. The others were either killed or committed suicide, and none of them survived."

Yang Tian frowned and asked, "Other generals, are you okay?"

Qiong Daotian stepped on the ground with a fierce foot-thick granite floor, and two or three pieces were broken in a crackle, and said viciously: "Damn it, the commanders of the three infantry corps under my jurisdiction and the deputy commander of the "Tiger and Wolf Army" were all seriously injured, and one of them almost died."

Yang Tian gently stroked his chin and gave Long Feng a wink. Long Feng giggled and said, "It's really strange. Our martial arts masters in the Celestial Empire must be better than those of these people. Why do they dare to launch killers to attack us? Our worshipers who went to the army, the masters of the several yamen in Shengjing, and the heroes on the Wulin Road combined with more than 3,000 people? Isn't it impossible to find a candidate who dares to compete with them, right?"

All kinds of strange sounds suddenly came out in the compound. Several tall guys, obviously experts of external skills, made waves of cracking like fried beans on the floor under their feet; several swordsmen with long swords behind them burst into cold air all over their bodies; as for the worshipers who were forcing confessions, they suddenly used some extremely vicious tricks that were forbidden in the world, such as "soul-sucking force", "sophistication suction hand", and the men in black who were very hard just now immediately let out a shrill scream.

Qiong Daotian signaled several general translators to ask for confessions, and said to Yang Tian with a smile: "What do you mean is that we learn from them, send people out to wander around, and kill them when they see their senior generals?"

Yang Tian shirked the blame completely: "It's Long Feng's meaning, it has nothing to do with me. He has a strong magic power, so he wants to build some military merits or something. My martial arts are just a careless one, how dare I?"

Qiong Daotian grabbed him with one hand: "Due to the raid of several first-class masters, I know that your martial arts are very good. Long Feng, can he say these things without your intention? Hehe, there are many masters around you now. Well, well, since they are not kind, don't blame us for being unrighteous... General Yang, I officially appointed you as the captain of the 'assassination team', and you can choose any staff and give the bastards of the Black Cloud Empire a little color."

Yang Tian narrowed his eyes, nodded and said, "Are you serious?"

Qiong Daotian nodded fiercely: "Seriously, I have been in the army for so many years and have fought several battles with the nomads in the northern part of the Celestial Empire. No one dared to break into my camp to assassinate me... General Yang can't swallow this tone, right?"

Yang Tian touched the wounds on his body, hummed a few times, looked at Qiong Daotian with his head tilted, and nodded and said, "Well, I will choose five or six of the worshipers in the worship hall. For other people, I only need General Li, who is subordinate to me. No other people are needed. Assassination, it is not convenient to have too big teams."

Qiong Daotian asked, "Will you set out in about a few days?"

Yang Tian thought for a while and said affirmatively: "Six days, you can set out in six days. As for the candidates for the worshippers, I want those who are very good at light skills and are good at dodging and moving."

Qiong Daotian nodded and agreed, saying to himself: "It's been three months since the second army should have arrived. If everything goes well, it will just anger the other party and catch the second army off guard."

Gnu roared, "Fuck, kill, kill, kill... Damn, if the second army is a few months late, wouldn't we just fight their army alone?"

Qiong Daotian smiled: "Planning is up to people, and success is up to people. No one can tell you these things. General Yang, please go and draw personnel now and return to the mine quickly. I am a little worried about that... I am too far from the other military camps."

Yang Tian shrugged indifferently: "The Old Buddha has set up the Juetian Array there, and there is absolutely no problem with safety. As long as it is activated, at least 400,000 people from the other party can be swallowed up... Haha, I just don't know if the Juetian Array will trigger the heavenly tribulation again..."

Qiong Daotian and others changed their faces a few times and did not say anything. The faces of several dans from Shengjing were extremely ugly. The old ghost of Heitian set up the Juetian Array. If it was really activated, all the nearby monks would inevitably be affected. Except for the guys with a little short-circuiting head, who would use these things smoothly?

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The mining area was busy for three days and three nights, and trucks of black iron and pure gold were constantly put into the stove set up by the old ghost in Hei Tian, ​​and Long Feng kept emitting black flames with the disciples of the Black Heaven Divine Sect to train the juice of these metals.

Zeng Guoxuan felt ache in his heart when he saw it, and he started to wail: "Boss, more than 2,000 kilograms of gold have been melted. Isn't it enough? How much do you want?"

Several young men looked at the carts of gold that were constantly pouring in with pale faces, and moaned. The old ghost in the busy Hei Tian roared violently: "Damn, I didn't say anything, why do you feel sorry for? Damn, when the matter is over, I will open your eyes."

Another day and night, more than 30,000 kilograms of gold and 120,000 kilograms of black iron melted juice were left, and all the rest was the purest platinum of the essence of the platinum. The old ghost of Heitian and Long Feng became nervous and shouted suddenly: "Come on, dazzle, everyone throws some blood in."

Yang Tian quickly pulled the seven old worshippers and General Li to the stove, and each of them cut a sword and spilled their blood in. As soon as the eight-stitched blood and the solution with a dazzling white light flashed, a strange change immediately took place. The trace of white light began to mix with a breathtaking and wonderful light, which made everyone's heart beat with him.

The old ghost of Hei Tian shouted wildly: "The golden soul has been formed, you flash it quickly, I rarely control them, it's so amazing."

Red lights shot out from the solution, as if spiritually chasing the old ghost of Heitian and Long Feng. Long Feng's black mage robe bulged up suddenly and flew to meet him. The red lights were wrapped in the black robe, and the light flashed and they all passed away. The old ghost of Heitian jumped above the solution, and his black air was lingering, and he pressed down hard.

Yang Tian and seven worshippers, General Li spread his feet and ran away. Just after running out more than ten feet, the tall furnace burst out, and a blood-red pillar of light soared into the sky. The old ghost of Hei Tian emitted two black pillars of air and pressed down fiercely. Long Feng and the thousand monks began to use magic power to bind the pillar of light and slowly forged it with the patterns drawn in advance.

As the light flashed, a giant bow and seven strange-shaped daggers slowly emerged from the light. The whole body was pitch black, but there were a few golden lights and a series of breathtaking red dark lights. The giant bow was a giant dragon with its teeth and claws, and its subtle scales shone on the body of a dragon that twisted into an arc that completely conformed to the way of heaven. The handle of the seven daggers was the dragon body of a black dragon, and the sharp blade of the dagger was slightly completely, flashing with a fierce light.

Yang Tian grabbed the giant bow first, but a ray of light flashed across the bow, and his hand was bounced away quickly. General Li rushed over and held the giant bow with great affection. The giant bow made a low and buzzing sound, shocking the soul.

Seven worshippers who were good at sneak attacks and assassination carefully held their daggers, and the seven daggers also made a buzzing low sound. The old ghost of Hei Tian stood on the wreckage of the furnace with sweat on his head and laughed: "These eight weapons can be regarded as only a god. It's cheaper for you guys, damn, I will never cast weapons again in the future. I'm so fucking tired."

Yang Tian leaned over, took out his handkerchief, carefully wiped the sweat for the old ghost Hei Tian, ​​flattered and said, "Who else can create such a magic weapon except you?"

The old ghost of Hei Tian was very helpful and laughed out loud. The members of the eight "assassination teams" ignored the noises from the outside world and were immersed in the communication of weapons that were connected with their blood.

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Ye, Yang Tian, ​​Long Feng, Gnu, Hei Tian Lao Gui, General Li and seven entourages rushed three hundred miles overnight. Feng Ling'er was left in the mine as the leader of the guard. Yang Tian was worried that she would appear and assassinate. If her elder sister lost her temper, she would probably completely destroy the city, and there would be no need to fight.

When dawn was approaching, Yang Tian and others approached an unknown city and stood on the top of the mountain to look at the dense military camp tent outside the city. General Li stroked the special steel arrows on his body, licked his lips and said, "It's great, just here, use the 'demon dragon'. If their general appears, I can guarantee to kill him." He named his love bow "demon dragon".

A thin and dry worshipper said in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, don't worry, let's play with them slowly. Tonight, we sneak in, hehe... I like it the most, I really like it." Everyone, including the old ghost in Hei Tian, ​​beat up and touched their necks. It seems that there are really talents in the worship hall of the Heavenly Dynasty.

Seeing the Black Cloud soldiers below starting their daily training and patrol work, Yang Tian lowered his voice and said, "It's really boring. These little soldiers are really weak. Are they from the scapegoats? Is there no more powerful corps in the Black Cloud Empire? The blood-red cavalry team is actually good..."

General Li shook his head and commented on the group of soldiers below: "The speed of stabbing with a gun is too slow, and the force of chopping with a knife is not enough. The cavalry's riding skills are obviously unfamiliar. Archers... They are simply insulting the name archer. Where did this group of civilians come from? Do they think they are soldiers when they wear military uniforms?"

The old ghost in Heitian yawned, lay down under the tree, and said carelessly: "Don't worry, they are a lot of people anyway, and there are at least 600,000 people near this city. Damn, the tents are as dense as an ant nest. If you set a fire at night, it will definitely be comfortable to burn."

Everyone smiled grimly. After Long Feng released several small spells to call the police, they all found a grass nest to lie down and rest. Yang Tian finally said in a daze: "Tonight, we will start construction overnight, and at least we will harass them in three or four cities. If we had known that their combat power was so weak, we would have fought long ago..."

Indeed, the number of soldiers who have blocked the territory of the Celestial Empire and the territory of the Black Cloud Empire has reached an astonishingly more than 7 million, but most of them are farmers and small merchants who have been forced to recruit, and they have no combat power at all. Moreover, the Black Cloud Empire does not give them any military pay or food at all. All the soldiers still have to eat the food they bring, and they have no morale at all.

It was late at night, and twelve people gathered together, swallowed some of the dry food they brought, and carefully moved their hands and feet, tied up all the places on the clothes, and there was no windy place on their bodies. They were divided into three groups and quickly touched the military camp below. General Li, under the escort of the old ghost in Heitian and two worshippers, inserted more than twenty sharp arrows in front of him, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

Gnu stayed outside the military camp. Yang Tian and Long Feng led five entourages and flashed in gently. Seeing the seven people sank into the shadow of the camp, Gnu showed his might. He pulled out his scary giant sword and rushed straight towards the gate of the camp. A bloody sword wind cut out, and the two arrow towers at the gate collapsed, and more than 20 unlucky archers were smashed inside with screams.

The alarm bell rang wildly, and a wave of patrol team rushed over frantically. Gnu rushed into the team of these small soldiers with a ball of hot fighting spirit like fire. With one sword, more than a dozen heads fell to the ground, which was simply a massacre. Where could these soldiers who had just picked up their weapons hurt Gnu, who had been transformed by the blood of the black dragon demon? Especially when Gnu's fighting spirit turned into thick blood and dense black scales appeared on their bodies, the soldiers completely collapsed, threw down their weapons, fled wildly, and kept shouting in the language they were most used to: "Help, help, kid, run quickly, monsters are coming, monsters are coming... The devil is coming, the devil is coming..." They did not expect at all that this was a military camp, how could their child's mother be here?

Several middle-aged men with loyal faces, their legs and feet were a little inflexible, and they suddenly tripped on the ropes of the tent. Seeing Gnu slowly approaching, several middle-aged men started to scream. One of them burst into tears and kowtowed to Gnu, shouting loudly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, kill me, my whole family is dead. They are still waiting for me to go back to make money to support them. Please, my soul can be given to you, don't kill me..." He shouted out in his stuttering black clouds.

The black black iron sword, with a strong blood-colored fighting spirit, had already started to wave. Gnu suddenly understood his words, and the sword edge stopped less than an inch above their heads. Because of the impact of the fighting spirit, Gnu, who seemed a little muffled, said slowly: "I won't kill you, you can go... You are not suitable for being soldiers. Go quickly, go quickly, otherwise you still can't live, go quickly... Don't go west, there are people who are better than me in the west."

Several middle-aged men quickly got up and ran towards the east.

Gnu suddenly let out a roar and slashed hundreds of swords at the light green moon in the sky. The violent sword wind disturbed the atmosphere, and a violent tornado rose up from the ground. In the bloody storm, Gnu, who was like a killer god, rushed out and roared: "I only kill soldiers... my enemies, fight me... ordinary people, leave here." This is what Gnu can say the black cloud official words that best expresses his meaning.

The old ghost of Hei Tian stared at the bloody storm below on the hillside, and vaguely heard Gnu's roar in his ears, saying a little strangely: "No matter whether he is a commoner or not, he is our enemy now. If you kill him, then why do you want to let them go?"

General Li plucked up the courage to answer him and said, "The people are the foundation of the world... We can massacre a million enemies' soldiers, but if these good people who are forced to take up weapons can be let go, let them go."

The two worshippers had a cold expression and didn't say anything. Hei Tian Lao Gui tilted his head for a long time, nodded, patted General Li on the head and said, "You have made some sense, but I still haven't thought it through clearly. Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about these brain-hard things. But, Gnu is less stubborn than me on weekdays, so why did he change his temper today?"

Gnu caused a storm of fear near the entrance of the camp. Many soldiers fled wildly in all directions, and kept saying to each other: "A monster sent by a devil is here. Let's run away quickly, run away quickly, don't work hard for the Black Cloud Empire."

Yang Tian and the others have approached the central army in the middle of the camp. More than a dozen senior generals are surrounded by a commander-like figure, surrounded by a bunch of knights in silver armor. This is one of the five most powerful legions of the Black Cloud Empire, a cavalry brigade of the "Shenghua" Legion. The commander who is surrounded is also the third-ranked Earl Lord, the five deputy commanders of the "Shenghua".

Yang Tian gestured a few gestures, and everyone nodded slowly.

The commander complained dissatisfiedly: "These people's combat power is too weak, they are not real soldiers at all. I heard that there is only one person coming? Can't they deal with one person? No wonder these untouchable countries were destroyed by us in less than a year."

The knights around them laughed wildly. They were not aware of the changes now, and several knights sent out to inquire about the news had long been cut into two pieces by Gnu. In their thoughts, no matter how powerful the attackers were, hundreds of thousands of people would be enough to trample him into meat paste, and they were not allowed to bother them, such as the nobles.

The sudden change protrudes, and five black lightning bolts flew out from the dark corners, bringing up a series of blood fountains along the way. Five daggers were extremely sharp, and the armor, shields and even knight swords of these knights could not withstand the attacks of these daggers. The five enshrined ghosts were like five soul-catching ghosts, ruthlessly harvesting their souls from these knight groups.

The deputy regiment commander keenly analyzed that his subordinates could never resist these five assassins. He vaguely knew that the upper class of the empire sent a killer to attack the senior generals of the Celestial Empire. It was obvious that the revenge of the Celestial Empire was coming. He pulled several of his confidants and quickly fled to a corner.

A huge pressure came to his face, and the refreshing cold wind instantly extracted their vitality and at the same time filled their bodies into several blood cakes. Long Feng walked out of the secret coldly and joined the ranks of five worshippers and murderers. His movement was very simple, with black flames all over his body, and no matter what it was, they were destroyed. Soon, more than 2,000 knights of "Shenghua" present lost everything about them.

Yang Tian applauded softly and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, hehe, we can go to the next city. It's so easy, there's no challenge at all. General Li has no chance to show his power. Be careful that he will get angry if he goes back."

Everyone left quickly. Gnu saw their figures, roared, and slashed hundreds of swords randomly into the camp. The dense sword winds collided and rubbed each other, making a fierce roar. The air was constantly twisting under these huge forces, and a powerful heat wave was emitted, igniting hundreds of tents on the way forward. The wind blew up, and the fire was out of control. Without the soldiers urged by the regular knights, they were busy escaping and had no determination to put out the fire. The camp collapsed.

After meeting, everyone quickly headed towards the next city in the target.

The same scene appeared. The army of peasants and little craftsmen faced this night sneak attack, with no choice. In panic, their supreme commander hated his death.

The third city is still processed...

It was almost dawn, and General Li was already trying hard to support him. Yang Tian looked at General Li's pale face and asked him with some concern: "It's okay? We'll do another vote and rest." General Li adjusted his breath for a while, jumped up suddenly, and said with a chuckle: "It's okay, I haven't gotten from the Variety market tonight, but I have to shoot a few people well."

The people slowed down slightly and were about to attack the commander of the next city when Linchen was the most relaxed. On the way, they were stunned to see more than fifty priests fleeing in a panic.

After meeting them in a hurry, Yang Tian asked anxiously: "What's going on? Why are you here?"

An insult under Yang Tian frowned and asked dissatisfiedly: "Are you talking about the 'assassination team' or a few of us? Are you here to grab credit or do something?"

An extremely old worshipper on the opposite side spitted and cursed: "Damn it, let's take the credit for nothing. That boy Qiong Daotian said that there were too few people in the 'assassination team' and organized a few 'assination groups', 'assassination brigades', and "assassination army'. I guess you'll ask us to set off together when you set off. If you fight the southwest, we fight the middle, and there are several teams responsible for the southeast direction. As a result, we hit the hard point, giggle..." He kept coughing.

Another sweaty worshiper said dissatisfiedly: "You must not meet any big shots. Damn, we met the base camp of the killers, and there were also a large number of warriors wearing silver and blood-red armor. Damn, the combat power is not weak, and more than 100,000 people chased us. If we don't run away, are we still waiting to die?"

The old ghost in Heitian spoke: "Stop talking nonsense. To put it bluntly, you guys are useless. Look at Lao Fu, I'll help you vent your anger." This sentence almost angered the worshipers to death. They are all over a hundred years old. With Heitian Lao Gui, they are really just children, and they really can't say anything about him.

The roar of horse hooves came, and the two teams of knights, one in silver-white armor and a pile of blood-colored armor, rode their horses and galloped. Near them, there were black shadows leaping rapidly, and their speed was not slower than that of the horse team.

Long Feng whispered: "Laofu is preparing to launch the ghost tower and fuck them ruthlessly; the worshipers retreat into the woods and are preparing to attack the killers; General Li finds a place to specifically greet their senior generals; His Highness is careful and plays with the killers in the woods; I serve Laofu, and occasionally give them some color to see; Gnuma, you can do whatever you like."

Everyone quickly dodged according to the arrangement of Long Feng. The old ghost of Heitian crawled on the ground like a toad, thrusting all over his body, jumping up and floating in the air about three feet above the ground. The ghost tower, which had a height of more than two feet, suddenly emerged from his body and slowly turned around near his head.

The old ghost of Hei Tian pinched a few strange handprints and pointed at the ghost tower. A black lightning blew out. More than a hundred knights rushed over from more than twenty feet away fell to the ground in a mess. They were immediately trampled into mud by the cavalry behind. Many knights behind were tripped. For a moment, the cavalry team's speed suddenly slowed down.
To be continued...