Chapter 312： Tragic (1/2)
Rumble!
Outside the city of Wu Zhou, there soon sounded like thunder-like war drums, with fierce roars during the period. 【First Release】
Ye Tian could feel that a majestic murderous air swept the entire sky.
He hides his figure, stands on the city gate, looks at the opposing teams not far away, can't help but think of the words of the old man in his heart.
”Originally, the results of our two sides have won and lost. The overall situation is the same. No one can do nothing. Even because of the bravery of our Dayan people, we can often win.”
”However, just two years ago, shortly after the Great Yan Supreme Ranking came to an end, our martial arts army lost more and less, and even this year, we have never won it once.”
”This is because every time we fight, the Great Wei State will send a Wujun eighth-level young powerhouse to challenge our Wulin Army's strong people of the same level. And every time we can kill our strong people, it makes me Every time the party has not yet fought, he loses his morale first, and his combat effectiveness drops a lot, eventually losing to his opponent.”
”The eighth-level young man of Wujun is called Sun Lingtian. It is said that he is one of the five great arrogances of this generation and the strongest young genius in the Great Wei Kingdom.”
”It's a sigh that my Great Yan Nation has vast resources, and there is no young genius who can reach this level. Even those senior Wujun eighth-level powerhouses are no match for this Sun Lingtian.”
”For two years, we have been fighting every other month, and so far we have lost a total of twenty-five Wujun eighth-level powerhouses.”
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The old man is very unwilling and disappointed. He has lived in Wuzhou City all his life and has always admired the Wu Lin army very much. But since this period of time, the Wulin Army has been defeated again and again, which is chilling.
Above the city wall, there are few martial arts soldiers guarding here, Ye Tian hides his figure and restrains his aura, no one can find him.
Standing high here, naturally also looking far away, Ye Tian looked into his eyes. At this time, from the army of the Great Wei Kingdom, a familiar figure flew out. It was Sun Lingtian, one of the five great arrogances.
”This time, who is your martial arts army sent to fight?” High in the sky, Sun Lingtian with his hands on his back, his eyes full of arrogance, scanning the opposite group of martial arts army with disdain.
Although the martial arts army was murderous, and all of them were very brave, but when they saw Sun Lingtian, they couldn't help but shake their bodies and their morale dropped a lot.
This is really no way. In the past two years, Sun Lingtian beheaded more than 20 Wujun eighth-level powerhouses. His record was so brilliant that it shocked all the Wulin army.
Sun Lingtian has become a demon of the Wulin Army. If this demon is not eliminated, the Wulin Army will unconsciously lose morale as soon as he encounters him.
Originally, morale is a bit illusory, but it is different in China, especially when the two armies are fighting, the morale is often able to determine the victory or defeat of this battle. [More exciting novels, please visit]
”Haha, I think you have run out of the eighth level of Martial Lord? Forget it, if you continue to fight, your martial arts army will still fail. In the same level, no one in your Great Yan Nation can fight me. , When I am promoted to the ninth level of Wujun, you will also not find a ninth level of Wujun who fought with me. When facing our Great Wei Kingdom, your Great Yan Nation will always fall into failure.”
In the sky, Sun Lingtian's arrogant and sarcastic laughs resounded.
The martial arts army was full of anger and their eyes were red. They wanted to rush to kill Sun Lingtian, but they knew that if they did so, they could only admit their failure and the failure of Great Yan Nation.
They may not care about personal honor, but they cannot care about the honor of Great Yan Nation.
”Little beasts are presumptuous, and the old man will meet you.” With a loud roar, an old figure flew out of the martial arts army. He is wearing a battle armor, white beard and hair, dancing with the wind, with extraordinary momentum.
”General Wang!” The soldiers of the surrounding martial arts army suddenly became anxious, and they all let the old general down.
This old general was the only one of the eighth-level martial arts in the martial arts army. The other eighth-level martial arts had already been killed by Sun Lingtian.
”The old man has lived for hundreds of years, and he has lived enough.”
”Since joining the Wulin Army, the old man has never bowed his head to anyone, let alone the idea of surviving.”
”In today's battle, even if the old man is defeated, he must use his blood to promote his country's prestige.”
The old general's voice was very deep, and there was no persuasion from the audience. He slowly vacated into the air, exuding his powerful Wujun eighth level aura.
Suddenly a ninth-level martial artist rushed up from below. He grabbed the old general and said in a deep voice, ”Old Wang, let me kill this little beast.”
”If we do this, doesn't our Great Yan Nation admit that we are among the eighth-level martial artists of Martial Lord, and none of us can rival Great Wei State?”
”If you do this, can the inner demons of our martial arts army get rid of it?”
”If you do this, where is the honor of my Great Yan Nation?”
The old general said soundly, with a serious face and questioning.
The Wujun ninth-level expert was startled, and his face was full of sorrow.
”General Li, don’t worry, the old man believes that after death, our Great Yan Nation will sooner or later surpass Sun Lingtian's genius. Didn’t you hear about the previous Great Yan Supreme Ranking? An extraordinary genius. As long as he is given time, we will be able to find the shame today.”
The old general rushed towards Sun Lingtian with an indomitable momentum.
All the martial arts soldiers who were left in place were full of grief.
They are unwilling, they are sad, they resent themselves, they can only watch the old general about to die tragically.
On the city wall, Ye Tian also watched this tragic scene in shock, but unfortunately the distance was too far, and he could not rush over in time. Moreover, the martial arts army does not know his identity. Once he rushes into the battlefield of both sides, he can only become a target for the two armies.