Wu Xian thought of himself.

Gong Xiqiu added: "It's not you."

Wu Xian almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. The momentum he had just forcibly boosted also declined extremely. The sequelae of the explosion came from his limbs - loss of strength! By now, anyone who is not blind can see that this

The national master plotted against the two countries.

To capture the thief, capture the king first. This "king" is naturally the national master.

Jimo Qiu has no distracting thoughts in his mind.

All he could see in his heart was the head of the Imperial Master.

Wu Xian looked at Gong Xiqiu holding a wooden stick in his right hand to deal with the bones flexibly, and he had the impression of an old lady using a dragon-headed staff to show off her power. At the same time, he was holding a book slip in his left hand and cramming it, and the veins on his forehead jumped hard a few times. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a weapon from the ground, helped him sweep the formation, and shot away the cold arrows that came out of nowhere.

"Shen Youli has the ability to clone herself now?"

How could they actually dedicate helpers to capture the Imperial Master?

In any case, it indirectly saved my life.

Gong Xiqiu said: "Better than you."

Compared with the Gao Kingdom, which was caught off guard and was in chaos, the Kang State was indeed much better. The three armies formed an orderly formation to fight against the skeleton warriors who crawled out. They blocked the first wave of impact and also helped Uncle Gong. Wu used his skills as a scribe to buy enough time. On the battlefield in Kang State, living people and bones could be cut in half.

The quality of the bones he awakened was obviously not as good as that of the old troops of Wu Kingdom.

The only advantage is that the grievances caused by these bones being framed and killed by the Wu State during their lifetime were too strong and have not been resolved for more than a hundred years, so they willingly helped fight the war without any coercion from Gong Shuwu. They were brave and not afraid of death! Kang State's soldiers and horses were just right. Using them as a line of defense to organize counterattacks also greatly reduced casualties.

Wu Xian was choked so much that he almost vomited blood.

"for you!"

He raised his foot and kicked away a weapon that Gong Xiqiu had handy.

Gong Xiqiu was kicked away and warned: "Don't get in the way!"

Wu Xian: "..."

Only then did he realize that the wooden staff in Gong Xiqiu's hand was unusual. The bones struck once by the wooden staff would move slowly, the bones would crack after being struck a second time, and the bones would fall apart after being struck a third time, making them unable to be pieced together and restored in a short time. These skeleton warriors seemed to be able to think, and were much more cautious towards Gong Xiqiu, and no longer swarmed him like before.

They choose a smarter way. They can't switch from close combat to long-range combat! They raise their hands and transform into a spear that is more than ten feet long, and the spears stab together, or they transform into a bunch of bows and arrows, and fire several rounds at the same time.

Today's Gong Xiqiu is not the one who could clear an area of ​​several feet with a single shake of his tiger body. The enemy wanted to play tricks on him, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth. After stumbling and stumbling, he succeeded in giving his elder brother a spiritual boost that was better than nothing. Basic words and spirits are so difficult, let alone the offensive and lethal Wen Xin words and spirits.

At this moment, the wooden staff in his hand felt strangely hot.

When I looked down, I realized that the little red flower had been splashed with blood.

Gong Xiqiu secretly said: "It's not good!"

This little red flower is my eldest brother’s lifeblood.

Just when he was thinking about how to explain to Jimo Qiu, the petals of the little red flower grew wildly, and the stamens gathered red beads the size of fish eggs, and a ray of immature consciousness came into his mind.

Gong Xiqiu's expression was subtle for a moment: "Is it used like this?"

The eldest brother will use his magical power to warm and nourish the little red flowers on weekdays. This is the reason why the little red flowers bloom all year round. While the little red flowers are being warmed and nourished, they also store the magical power of Jimo Qiu. Over the past few years, the accumulated magical power has become a Considerable numbers.

Comes in handy at critical moments!

Gongxi Qiu realized.

With a swing of the wooden stick, the "fish roe" scatters randomly.

So this is what it's like to be a high priest.

Gongxiqiu's side is relatively stable, and Jimo Qiu is also watching the Imperial Preceptor. However, the Imperial Preceptor is protected by four or five skeleton generals who were not weak in life, and they can draw out the endless flow of death energy on the battlefield for their own use.

I won't be able to get it for a while.

The Imperial Master had no fear of Jimo Qiu's actions, and his eyes were a little darker, and he mocked: "The high priest of the Gongxi clan, hahaha, is this what the First Master couldn't ask for back then?"

Jimo Qiu asked quietly: "Are you the traitor?"

He parried several attacks by himself.

Although the movement is limited, it is not cramped and there is obviously plenty of energy left.

"Traitor?" The Imperial Preceptor seemed to have heard some funny joke, and the curve of his lips was filled with sarcasm, "In what capacity did the High Priest come to question Lao Cheng? When it comes to loyalty, there is no one in the entire Wu Kingdom who is better than Lao Cheng.

More loyal to the First Master."

He sighed deeply.

He said: "The people who killed the late lord are from the Gongxi clan."

He looked at these colleagues of Pao Ze who crawled out of the ground from more than a hundred years ago, and said with emotion: "Wu Guo, what a pity."

After saying that, Liang Bo's eyes fell back on Jimo Qiu.

"High Priest, you deserve to die!" He raised his hand and swiped it in front of his eyes, his face armor appeared, and his martial armor was added to his body. A strong martial aura erupted with him as the center. His momentum was overwhelming, his temperament was elegant, and he stood on a horse.

He possesses the majesty of a warrior and the composure of a scribe.

Dahuying.

Lin Feng carried the flag and rushed straight to the front line.

This banner is four to five feet long, and the flagpole is thicker than the waists of two adults combined. It flutters in the wind and makes a hunting sound, which is particularly conspicuous. Because the movement of the three armies depends on the position of the banner, Lin Feng cannot do anything about it.

Retreat. Charge all the way to the vicinity of the big pit, protecting the flag while cleaning up the enemy's bones. She punched the ground with one punch, followed by several more punches that rained down.

Then he thrust the big bamboo stick into the deep pit and knocked away dozens of bones with his backhand.

"You young man, if you have the guts, come again!" Dozens of [Corpse Vine] climbed up the flagpole, baring their teeth and claws to intimidate the intruders.

Under the flagpole, Lin Feng held a long knife.

There are still countless bones crawling out of the edge of the pit.

Lin Feng's murderous intent made them shrink their heads.

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Chapter completed!