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Chapter 1429: Seizing the Bridge and Blowing Up the Waterway (Twenty) [Seeking a Monthly Ticket]

"It's not that I look down on your Kangguo..." The mage paid some attention to the sword in Beijiu's hand. He was sure that Beijiu had no intention of swinging the sword to hit him. Instead, he raised his eyebrows to signal him to continue. Then he continued, "It's that the Central Alliance has a deep foundation, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary forces. Just shaking people -"

The wizard made a gesture of ringing a bell.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know how many connections he has accumulated over the past hundred years?"

Beichu made a "huh" sound, thinking that the old monk was going to have some profound speech, but he didn't expect that he was just talking about the same old thing.

Seeing that she didn't believe him, the mage laughed and said, "Young man, do you think the connections I'm talking about are one in a hundred or one in a thousand? No, they are the ones left after the fight, the geniuses picked out of ten thousand. In an ordinary county, the population ranges from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, so there are a dozen people picked out of ten thousand. How many generations are there in the past two hundred years? Even if there are only those who died, it's enough for Kangguo to drink a pot. I know a lot of them. I can't guarantee that they will all get involved, but..."

Bei Ju said coldly: "So what?"

The woman's eyes carried the majesty and oppression of a superior.

As a Mohist homegirl who likes to study single-mindedly, her temperament is introverted like most Mohists, but she is also the chief craftsman, the real person in charge of the Mohist school, and a third-rank official in the court. How can she not have official authority? If she can't stand firm in the turbulent court, how can other Mohists revitalize the Mohist school with peace of mind?

Beichu seldom uses his power to intimidate others.

She said in a cold voice: "The old wizard is a rare talent, but he is still a prisoner. My Lord is destined to be our Lord. No matter how much sand and gravel there is, it is just the cornerstone for paving the road. The more the better."

Only when the foundation is solid can a tall building be built.

Although the mage did not answer, his subconscious stunned look said it all. He was shocked by the arrogant tone of the young man: "You don't know how high the sky is, how deep the earth is, you really don't know how high the sky is."

He was not angry, but rather felt a little sad.

"It's precisely because I don't know that I want to test it." Beichu's eyebrows and eyes are not the type that are stunning at first glance. At first glance, they look plain, but if you look closely, you will find that they are heroic. They belong to the appearance that the older generation prefers. They are not very aggressive, but once they get serious, they are like a stubborn donkey that can't be pulled.

The wizard patted his thighs which were a little sore from squatting.

For no reason, I felt a little sad.

He remembered that when he was young, he often heard his superiors reminiscing about the old times, especially when they drank too much yellow soup, they especially liked to talk about the old almanac over and over again. After so many times, the mage could recite it by heart.

After his superior spoke a paragraph, he could continue the next paragraph fluently.

At that time, I just thought that the old heroes loved to brag about their past achievements, and that they could only stir-fry leftover food over and over again without any achievements. Later, he retired from the army and converted to Buddhism. Every day, he looked up at the Buddha on the lotus platform and silently recited Buddhist scriptures. He had a different understanding of his superiors' actions. But today, watching young people of the same age as in his prime express their ambitions that are as high as the sky...

Aren’t the superiors also mourning the interrupted spirit?

The mage felt mixed emotions.

"Hey--"

He habitually wanted to twirl his Buddhist beads and recite a few sutras to calm his mind, but his collar was pulled up by a strong force, and he almost stumbled forward, and was forced to follow the Kangguo surprise troops. He turned his head and looked up at Beijiu's arm, praising him: "What a strong arm!"

Bei Ju is definitely one of the best among women, but she is shorter than other female warriors and not very strong. Her arms don't look thick, but the strange thing is that her single arm strength is close to 300 kilograms. Don't ask why the mage knows so well, because he weighs almost 300 kilograms, and just now Bei Ju lifted his feet off the ground. Isn't this arm strength terrifying?

The key point is that the mage did not sense any fluctuations in her aura.

In other words, this arm strength has no bonus from the energy of heaven and earth, it is purely based on the physical foundation. With this kind of physique, and in a special battlefield where the energy of heaven and earth is restricted, if she swings the sword ruler casually, won't she smash the person into pieces?

Bei Jiu asked: "What arm strength?"

She suspected that the old monk was mocking her.

As far as she knew, a high-level warrior like Yun Ce who did not pursue strength could easily lift a thousand-pound tripod with one hand. The old monk's body shape was obviously linked to his strength, and his strength could only be high, not low.

The mage was about to answer when the heavy shield in front of him was suddenly hit by a huge force. Several shield-bearing soldiers lowered their center of gravity, rooted their feet, and withstood the wave. Even so, the remaining strong wind and gravel blew on his face, leaving several visible red marks.

I raised my hand and touched my face, and felt sticky, warm blood mixed with ash.

Not far away, a red light bloomed.

The ground beneath my feet was shaking loudly.

A huge monster was rushing straight towards them, and the ground shaking was also caused by the other party. As soon as he appeared, the mage knew which former temporary colleague it was. He hurriedly said, "Let General Yun come back!"

Beichu shook off his hand: "No need!"

He shouted loudly: "Mohists, form a battle array!"

Almost at the same time, hundreds of non-offensive lights burst out, some from the sky, some from the ground, and some from all directions, weaving a net in the path of that guy. With a bang, the huge vibration caused by the collision made the mage's eardrums buzz, and billowing smoke and dust surged from the center of the collision, and the battlefield with low visibility was completely dark.

Not only does it hurt when you hit someone, it also makes them very tired.

After the restriction was completely lifted, the sword ruler could be more than ten feet thick and three feet high. Its material was also special, not common metals such as gold, silver, copper, and iron. It had great hardness and excellent ductility.

Because the Feigong weapon has no blade and cannot cut and injure the enemy like ordinary bladed weapons, Yun Ce suggested that the Mohists could use the Feigong weapon as a hammer or mace, and as long as they could kill someone, they would be considered a winner.

He also tried it himself.

The conclusion is that this thing is indeed difficult to break.

Even he couldn't easily get out of trouble once he was trapped.

Bei Ju didn't know what realm the enemy was at, but she knew that trapping him was a success. In fact, the effect was much better than she expected: "Strange, why is there no movement in the formation?"

The mage asked, "Are you dizzy?"

Due to the special nature of the battlefield, it would be good if such a strong force could break the sword and ruler in one go, but if it fails, it will easily be rebounded.

The harder you punch out, the stronger the rebound.

His former temporary colleague, Wudan Totem, was a bull, with a broad head and two silver-white metal horns, strong limbs, and hundreds of pounds of armor. His shoulder height was more than ten feet. When running, it could burst out with terrifying impact force, and its two horns could easily break the shield armor.

Beichu: “…”

She raised her hand and made hand gestures, carefully sensing the interior of the formation.

A sense of crisis suddenly surged into her heart. A scorching wave of white heat burst out from the war bull in the formation. The red flames burned the air and twisted it, and it seemed that even the swords and rulers were about to melt. She immediately transferred some people away to leave a certain buffer space, and at the same time she removed the siege, she sent a warning to Yun Ce.

"Yunce, come alive!"

Without the sword and ruler to block it, the flames shot up into the sky.

Before he could get out of the buffer zone, a white shadow came back from the horizon, waving a silver spear and throwing out dozens of bone-piercing ice dragons, rolling up the ice and snow and rushing towards the flames. When the two collided, steam was everywhere, and the flowing flames were covered with frost, and the spear shadow pierced the target's vitals.

The mage clapped his hands and said, "What a handsome spearmanship!"

This crappy place has so many restrictions, but it can still create such a pleasing and dazzling visual feast. Who wouldn’t be moved after seeing it?

"The old boss really didn't lie!"

The other side had complained more than once that Yunda was like a peacock spreading its tail. Others fought desperately, but he was like courting a mate. His moves were flashy and very cold. All the deputy generals wanted to help but couldn't. Who dared to help? Who would freeze to death first, the enemy or them? It is said that when fighting abroad, many generals were attracted by Yunda's spreading tail and wanted to offer themselves to him.

[Looks cool, handsome, pretty and energetic! ]

[The look in his eyes was like looking at a dog, and it made people feel numb all over. ]

[Being stepped on, ice and fire intertwined, ice and snow filled my heart! 】

Yun Ce in front of him should be about the same. The mage didn't know how those people viewed Yun Da a hundred years ago, but he liked Yun Ce very much. If he didn't have a family, he could send a few descendants to him, maybe he could change the ugly appearance and poor talent of the next generation.

Seeing the two big horns frozen solid, the chains made of ice and snow bound the limbs and neck of the bull. With Yun Ce's command, the chains kept tightening, and the war bull put all its strength to resist, and the nose of the bull spewed out angry breath from time to time.

Yun Ce fired his spear straight at the bull's back.

"My son, don't be so arrogant!"

A beam of water-green light shot from the direction of the stone fort, barely deflecting Yun Ce's spear. The war bull also took advantage of the perfect opportunity when Yun Ce's control power decreased, and suddenly burst out with maximum strength to break free from the restraints. The ice chips were blown away by the air wave, and the bull's internal organs were also injured by the recoil force, and drops of blood rolled out from under the skin.

As the owner of the water-green light arrived, Zhan Niu also changed and released the Wudan Totem state, returning to human form. This person was panting like an ox, his eyes were bloodshot, and his breath was locked on Yun Ce.

"What a arrogant boy!"

"Humph, it's just flashy."

Yun Ce's brows and eyes under the mask looked more solemn.

Although the auras of these two people were weaker than his own, this battlefield was really strange, which could narrow the gap between high-level warriors to the maximum extent. Fortunately, he took the route of combining hardness and softness, otherwise, in this two-on-one situation, Yun Ce really couldn't guarantee how much advantage he could have.

The master said, "Donyue, please release me from my restraint."

He added: "General Yun will suffer a great loss if he fights two against one!"

He planned to negotiate with Beijiu.

The next second, a huge black object was seen breaking out of the ground, and the boom arm swung with full force, smashing towards the two of them.

The two men still had a contemptuous attitude and actually used their arms to push him.

As a result, he was knocked away by the high-speed rotating boom, and rolled on the ground for more than ten times. He only stopped his rolling trend by stabbing his sword into the ground. Bei Ju: "Who said it was two against one?"

Don't underestimate Mohist excavators!

Especially in this kind of situation where the energy of heaven and earth is restricted, a swing of the excavator can still make people see stars, right?

Bei Jiu picked up the mage and said, "Run him over!"

The frost debris on the ground was guided and condensed into a dragon-patterned spear in Yun Ce's palm again. His resolute eyes locked onto the two enemies. He said, "Leave these two bastards to me!"

The young general's voice was cold.

The contempt in the words instantly angered the enemy general.

The mage braved the strong wind and tried to look, and indeed saw the young general's cold and contemptuous look as if he was looking at an ant. He gradually came to his senses and smacked his lips and said, "This must make these two old guys very happy."

Beichu: “What?”

The mage shrank his body and tried to stay in the cab: "Nothing, I just think General Yun is quite suitable to be my grandson-in-law."

With a bang, the earth shook.

The flames that shot up into the sky dispersed the thick fog.

The noise came from the front battlefield of the stone fort.

Explosions continued to sound over the battlefield, flames billowed on the long bridge, and a group of warriors wanted to be the first to step onto the iron chain. While dodging the attacks, they occasionally took out round black balls from their special backpacks. The magnetic fields of the ore veins on both sides of the battlefield were different. If the ball was thrown from one's own formation, it would be squeezed and detonated halfway, but it would be different if it entered the long bridge magnetic field.

Shen Tang led the charge, breaking the clouds and splitting the sky with a single shot.

The gun blew away a string of sparks, and with four or five puffs, it pierced through the enemy soldiers who were rushing forward by inertia. She flashed and appeared behind the human-shaped candied haws, raised her hand to grab the gun and pulled it out.

"A light bird flies by, and thousands of people shout with eager guns."

With the tip of your toes lightly stepping on the chain to gain leverage, you can reach the shore in an instant.

Shen Tang did not hide his identity in this battle, and since it was the first battle, he had already exposed his identity. Now he dared to go first and die under the greatest firepower, how could the allied generals not be happy?

The fire started and the armor rolled over.

As long as Shen Youli is killed, the battle will be won.

"We will join together to capture this guy!"

With one shout of command, no one said it was an unfair victory.

Even people like Gong Yangyongye who just lie down and lie low were excited. They stared with wide eyes and said something like "a reckless man's courage". At the same time, they wanted to grab something and chop off a few heads to relieve the itch: "Aren't you going to stop her? Just let her do it?"

It would be fine if it was Qi Shan and the others, after all, they are all young people. Why did they follow Shen Tang to learn bad things? Didn’t Wei Lou claim to be a master who lived a hundred years ago?

I wonder how dangerous it is to be the first to kill the general?

Little did he know that Wei Lou's eyes were sparkling.

The whole person seemed to be radiant, and his spine was straighter than before: "Mr. Shen really has the legacy of the old master."

Wasn't it the chivalrous spirit of the First Lord that he was most obsessed with back then? He was not afraid of heaven or earth, ghosts or gods. If there was injustice in the world, he would use his swords, spears, swords and halberds to fight for justice!

[All those clay sculptures in the temple should be taken down! ]

[Oh, pray to God? ]

【Why not kneel before me! 】

Oh, if it wasn't later...

Why would Wei Lou go to this extent with him?

Gu Chi's forehead veins throbbed when he heard this.

What is the status of the King of Wu? What is the status of his own master? The former has to bow obediently when seeing the latter. What does it mean that his master has the legacy of the King of Wu? Wei Lou, it's simply the opposite of Tiangang!

In a flash, Gongyang Yongye took the lead.

The light pattern on the Hundred Demons Slaying Ma Mo sword was gleaming. With just physical strength and the sharpness of the sword, it could cut a person's body into pieces in one blow. Limbs kept falling from the long iron chain bridge. Gong Yang Yongye didn't seem to be moving fast, but every step he took was extremely steady.

"Who dares to fight with me?"

The sounds of tiger roars and dragon roars spread throughout the battlefield.

The mage was shaken out of the cab with his front feet, and then he crawled back with his back feet. The familiar shouting made his ears numb, and he used his little finger to pick his ears: "Tsk, the stomach nourisher finally got up for once."

I do sit-ups so frequently.

乛乛

Alas, Zhejiang Taxation Bureau is responsible for me.

In the past, tax refunds were applied on the 1st and received on the 6th, so Xianggu lost control at the beginning of the month. By the 6th, there was only 300 yuan left in the card. I survived until today with 300 yuan. I don't even wait for the tax refund. I will get my manuscript fee tomorrow, which will extend my life. Zhejiang Taxation Bureau owes me a debt. I have trusted it for many years.