Back Off, Let Me Come

Wei Shou: "..."

His current mood is unprecedented.

As soon as he saw this lifelike dragon, Wei Shou could feel the powerful literary spirit and threat contained in the latter.

He has been in the army all his life and has seen many literary scholars like crucian carp crossing the river. But who among them makes him most afraid or even afraid...except Chu Wuhui, he doesn't think twice about it. Because Chu Yao knew very well how to exploit the weaknesses of people's hearts, the larger the scale of the war, the more beneficial it would be for him. The more people there are, the more difficult it is to schedule. Once chaos breaks out, it will be difficult to control it.

Chu Yao became famous at a young age and was called one of the "Three Outstanding Masters" along with the other two second-grade Chinese scribes in Chu State. This was not something that could be achieved by making plans behind the camp and commanding and dispatching in front of the battle. He stepped on the 80,000 bones of the Northern Desert and was held up to the altar!

Eighty thousand bones, the real number, just a lot more.

It was all his military exploits.

The arrogance of Bei Desert was defeated in one battle.

Beimo even offered ten thousand taels of gold for Chu Yao's head.

Jiang Ao pulled 100,000 soldiers and horses from Chaoliguan. If Chu Yao was not stopped, it is hard to say how many of these 100,000 soldiers would be able to return!

"Chu Wuhui!"

At the same time, he scolded Jiang Ao in his heart.

Before sending troops, he had hinted that Jiang Ao must not take it lightly. He only made it clear that once the war started, Jiang Ao must break into the alliance army and kill Chu Yao. Jiang Ao didn't take his words to heart at all. After Chu Yao took action, Jiang Ao knew that there was an old enemy on the other side, but he was lured away by two Shao Chong. Do you really think that a sixteenth-level master with great strength can walk away sideways?

Unreliable garbage!

Wei Shou didn't care about anything else and kicked the young general away.

The latter flew into the air and knocked down countless people.

When he landed, there were two enemy corpses underneath him. The corpses were knocked out of shape. This shows how hard Wei Shou used his kick. If the young general hadn't been protected by military armor, this kick would have punched a hole through his chest!

Although the young general saved his life, the breastplate on his chest shattered and fell off piece by piece. He raised his hand to caress his aching chest, channeling his martial energy to restore his armor, and stabilize the broken ribs to prevent them from piercing his internal organs and causing more serious internal injuries. There was a melee on the battlefield, and an enemy soldier wanted to sneak up on him from behind, so the young general fired a shot without looking back.

The tip of the spear pierced the attacker's brow.

puff--

He easily drew back his spear and swiped it again.

The gun blast swept away the enemy soldiers who were besieged and killed.

At this time, he saw the end of the path, and Wei Shou shouted at the giant dragon: "Chu Wuhui, you're fucking crazy!"

But what responded to him was the dragon swooping down.

When Wei Shou had a good relationship with Chu Yao, he once curiously asked Chu Yao if his move was unsolvable. The arrogant young scribe said: [There is no incomprehensible word spirit in this world...]

I also revealed the key to my friends in general.

Wei Shou looked up to the sky and roared, the martial energy in his body circulated crazily, gathering in the palm of his hand in the blink of an eye. He raised his hand and struck out at the giant dragon. The palm made a buzzing sound, and instantly condensed into a giant pale pink shield wall of martial energy. It was so wide that it spanned nearly a hundred feet!

"Someone, please move this thing away!" The simplest and crudest way to crack Chu Yao's trick is to move the "dragon" away. As long as it is moved outside the battlefield, even if it is as lethal as the plague, it will be useless if it loses its target. It's just that he and Chu Yao haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. The latter clearly knows its weaknesses, so why doesn't it try to improve them?

There are also many literary scholars on the Chaoliguan side.

Wei Shou also had scribes and officials under his command.

However, their movements were not as fast as Chu Yao's.

The giant dragon volleyed and dispersed, turning into little gray-black snowfall and descending on the world. Wei Shou's face was as pale as the bottom of a pot, and he gritted his teeth.

"Wind!" As long as these damn things don't touch anyone. Or, try to reduce the number of people who are infected as much as possible.

Wei Shou had already prepared for the worst.

But he didn't expect Chu Yao to be darker than before!

After receiving the order, the scribes from Chaoliguan immediately called out the wind, and three or four different styles of writing caused the gray-black snowflakes to fly and fall towards the sky. The strong wind blew Chu Yao's sleeves and hair flying, and the silver-gray white inscription hanging on his waist shone with an unknown light. Chu Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the battle, with a sneer on his lips. As the words came out, literary energy surged through his meridians.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is screaming in mourning."

Under the sky, a phantom of a hundred-foot-tall white ape appeared out of thin air. It opened its mouth at the ants fighting below and let out a shrill cry. A strong wind blew out of the white ape's mouth, knocking back all the gray and black snow that had flown high into the sky.

The sonic boom caused the eardrums of all the enemy soldiers to bleed.

With a long roar, the shadow of the white ape dispersed.

Although this scene is shocking, who cares about these scenes when the battlefield is already full of bloodshed. Compared with the formation of the White Ape, the lethality it caused was nothing to mention. More or less, it gives people a sense of déjà vu with a lot of effort and embroidery.

However, only Wei Shou knew how powerful it was.

On the battlefield, there are only a few brave warriors.

It is often the most ordinary soldiers who determine the outcome of a war. Chu Yao's speaking spirit is basically researching in this direction - how to achieve the effect of breaking the formation and killing the ground by disturbing people's hearts. The army is huge, but once it becomes disorganized and its morale becomes disorganized, it is not far away from being defeated like a mountain.

"With two armies facing each other, how can there be any reason to show mercy?"

Chu Yao landed gracefully. In this bloody battlefield under his feet, his Confucian shirt was clean and refreshing, free of dust.

Wei Shou was weighing whether he could cut Chu Yao in half with one knife. The latter seemed to see through his mind: "I am just the incarnation of Dao Wenqi now. If Yuanyuan wants to vent her anger, just raise the knife!"

Wei Shou himself said back then: "To vent one's anger and anger is something only an incompetent son can do, and it is of no use at all!" 】

Wei Shou pointed at Chu Yao with trembling fingers.

"Your literary power is limited after all. There are not dozens of scribes to lend you literary power. How many can you influence among 100,000 people?"

Chu Yao was able to accomplish the feat of causing the enemy army to kill each other with 80,000 bones. His reserve of human spirit alone was far from enough. Scholars from the northwest countries who joined the army helped him. Even though many years have passed, Chu Yaowen Palace is now a Dacheng, and he is a second-grade Chinese scholar with considerable advantages, but his literary spirit can influence three to five thousand people, which is too much, and it is impossible to cover the entire army!

Chu Yao said: "Yuanyuan still underestimated Chu."

Yao, the incarnation of Chu Wenqi, raised his hand and opened his arms, asking: "Look at Yuanyuan again, are you sure there are only three to five thousand people?"

A courageous warrior whose strength reaches Wei Shou's level can clearly see the flow of different auras. After being reminded by Chu Yao, he discovered that the gray-black snowflakes transformed by Chu Yaowen's energy could float out from a corpse that had just died and look for the next target.

It is known that gray and black snowflakes can disturb the mind, causing self-harm and suicide at worst, and killing each other endlessly...

Also know that this thing is not a one-time consumable.

so--

Now it not only has the lethality of a plague, but also has the ability to spread like a plague? Wei Shou was so angry that the muscles in his cheeks were twitching. In the blink of an eye, he thought of something. Unceremoniously, he slashed the avatar of Chu Yao with a knife.

Strongly ordered: "At one go!"

This was completely forced by Chu Yao and there was no other way.

Chu Yao's words can confuse people's hearts and attack the most vulnerable parts of their hearts. The minds of ordinary soldiers are not firm. In addition, they are in a battlefield where they can die at any time, and their spiritual defense is almost zero. Following this line of thinking, as long as their morale is boosted, their minds are clean, and they are not afraid of life and death, Chu Yao's influence can also be minimized. Of course, the disadvantages are also obvious.

Boosting morale will accelerate the consumption of soldiers' energy and physical strength.

Once morale passes the peak, it will decline all the way to the bottom, which means that the army cannot fight a protracted war.

The battle was in a stalemate, and Chaoliguan was the loser.

Now we can only rely on Jiang Ao, this useless snack, to deal with Shaochong and Shen Tang as soon as possible, boost the morale of the army, and restore morale.

However, nine out of ten things in life will be unsatisfactory.

Neither Shen Tang nor Shao Chong are easy to solve.

Jiang Ao didn't expect that these two young people would be so difficult to deal with.

If Shen Tang's moves still have some rules to follow, then Shaochong is a complete beast, brutal, violent, vicious, and crazy. He was like a beast that knew no pain. He only knew how to bite off a large piece of meat from his enemy, not caring about the price he had to pay in the process.

From time to time, a rough "haha" sound escaped from his throat like a beast, and his eyes turned completely scarlet at some point.

but--

Compared to Shaochong, Jiang Ao is more wary of Shen Tang.

He always felt that Shen Tang at this time was different from before. Not only was he stronger, reacted faster, and struck harder, there were also other changes that he didn't know about. There was nothing left on that beautiful face, and her eyes were cold, looking at him as if she were looking at a dead person.

"Fighting three thousand miles in one journey."

The speed of the boy holding the sword was beyond what the naked eye could discern.

"One sword once served as the division of millions!"

Thousands of cold sword shadows fell from the sky.

Jiang Aobao retreated, but when he couldn't avoid it, he used his martial spirit to forcefully knock it away. Martial energy that looked like specks of mud fell to the ground, and burly faceless men emerged from the ground, each holding a giant shield. The shadow of the sword hit the shield, making nails sound like falling rain.

He seizes the time to condense the Gang Qi around his body, and still appears to be able to handle it with ease under the baptism of sword rain, causing ripples but never breaking through his defense. Jiang Ao had to admit that the "landscape basin" he was interested in made him feel the urgency he had not seen for a long time!

Desperately wanting to add this to my collection!

The more powerful it is, the more valuable it is for collection.

"You will be my most cherished head!"

It must be held in your arms and played with every day.

Taking it and processing it into landscape pots would be a waste of natural resources.

"Iron Buddha, take them down!"

Sixteenth-level Dashangzhan can command eight hundred warriors.

The martial soldiers in front of him were not comparable to the ones Shen Tang had ever seen before. They were all wearing heavy armor, holding giant swords, and wore two layers of chainmail. Wearing a shawl and armor, the legs are protected by skirts and armor, and the neck and cheeks are protected without leakage. The rest of the body was protected by thick metal, with only his eyes exposed, and the oppressive aura rushed towards his face!

The armor is so strong that guns and arrows cannot penetrate it.

Twenty levels of courageous warriors, soldiers transformed from sixteen levels of great strength, their equipment is rare and sophisticated, and their defense is astonishing. The higher you go, the more equipment there is room for improvement. For example, twenty Chehous can summon a thousand heavy cavalry.

Both men and horses are wearing heavy armor, and the armor is excellent!

Although they are not good at running, once they complete the charge and speed up, the place where they gather is an indestructible thick wall! No matter how many enemies are blocking the road in front of him, he can crush all obstacles with his overwhelming posture and overwhelming power.

Until it becomes powdery!

The Iron Buddha Tu mentioned by Jiang Ao is one of them.

The stronger the courageous warriors become, the different types of weapons have different weapons, but without exception they can cause huge damage!

but--

"You don't even have horses, call your father an iron pagoda!" Facing the heavily armored warriors charging towards him, Shen Tang raised the corners of his mouth, narrowed his almond-shaped eyes, and a flash of ridicule flashed in his indifferent eyes.

When it comes to the second disease, Shen Tang in front of him is no less than Jiang Ao.

"Kill one person in ten steps!"

Although the Mother Sword in his hand is indestructible and unstoppable, it is still a short-hand weapon. Its lethality on the battlefield is comparable to that of a two-handed sword or a spear or a halberd. It is not an exaggeration to call it a "toy". However, the lethality of the sword still depends on whose hand it is. The heavily armored soldiers came with all kinds of weapons in their hands, like an earth dragon turning over, causing the gravel on the ground to tremble.

Shaochong used the most violent method to tear people apart with his bare hands.

The visual impact is strong, but the efficiency is low and the cost is high.

Shen Tang is different.

As the words came out, he stepped on the wrong foot, stepped on the clouds and rode the wind, and nimbly shuttled through the dense enemy's intertwined swords, lights and shadows. Flowers of blood spurted out from the neck of the heavily armored martial soldier, and his body exploded on the spot. However, if you observe carefully, you will find that Shen Tang's sword edge first provokes the opponent's chest, and then follows the gap with the sword edge to slit the throat: "No trace left after a thousand miles!"

She calmly and calmly killed herself in front of Jiang Ao.

Not only was the latter not angry, his eyes were brighter and more greedy.

"Hahahaha, you're good! Very good!" Jiang Ao raised his arm to catch Shen Tang's sword edge with his bare hands. The metal rubbed against the scale gauntlet, causing dazzling sparks to fly. Then, he held it firmly, and immediately laughed and sent out a sword. He slapped Shen Tang's chest with his palm.

"You, a mere ant, dare to blaspheme the destiny of heaven!"

Although he avoided it, Shen Tang's eyebrows were filled with anger.

Shao Chong charged forward again.

What came face to face was the epee transformed by Jiang Ao.

That heavy sword was as tall as two Jiang Aos, and its blade was extremely wide and thick. When it hit the ground, it would create a terrifying crater!

"bring it on!"

"I, I have to be serious!"

Jiang Ao said this with arrogance and dignity.

But Shen Tang didn't give him any face.

"It's just a shame to pretend to be your father! If you can pretend so well, it would be a waste of money if you don't go to the assembly line to pretend to be enough."

Even so, Jiang Ao does have Ao's capital.

He shouted loudly, and his already swollen muscles seemed to be stretching the armor. His arms were as thick as rocks, and he raised his sword and danced!

At this young age, Jiang Aoneng was promoted to the sixteenth level. In addition to relying on Zheng Qiao's resources, he also relied on his own hard work. The heavy sword, which weighed several hundred kilograms, was as light as nothing in his hand. The body moves with the sword, opening and closing widely, but the dance is airtight. Shen Tang couldn't even get close to him at this moment, let alone take Jiang Ao's life with his sword.

The long sword turned into a bow, and thousands of arrows shot through the sky like meteors.

Ding ding ding——

It was either blocked by the heavy sword or split open.

Shao Chong approached and was also shot away.

Shen Tang let him fly backwards from him, rolling on the ground several times before using the rivets on his boots to slow down and stop.

"This tortoise's shell is thick enough."

Shaochong gasped, "It's true, it can't be scratched."

_(:з　∠)_

Alas, Leather Jacket took the rotavirus vaccine at his own expense and the thirteen-valent pneumonia vaccine at his own expense. When he looked at the bill, he said, oh boy, it’s a thousand dollars.

It looks like we have to fight two more rounds, alas...

It seems that my vaccinations were all based on free vaccination activities organized by the school?

PS: Yesterday, the No. 3 manuscript fee list came out, and Shiigugu’s heart was broken. In February, a month of double updates, the subscription fee was only 17% more than a month of single updates. There are still fewer group channels in Hongxiu... Wuwuwuwuwu... I cried like a train.