Chapter 342 (1/2)
At 9:58 a.m., along the east coast.
The air of extermination permeates every corner of the eastern coastline.
The members of the shadow army, the strongmen of Qiankun Hanhai Pavilion, the experts of Murong family, and some vigorous and scattered practitioners gathered here for the same thing!
They are all waiting, there is no communication between each other, face like ice, look like a sharp blade, straight poke into the East China Sea.
They are waiting for the attack of kongminism!
At this time, the distance from the agreed time, only two minutes!
Just then! Suddenly, a figure slowly appeared in the distance of the high altitude! Although the distance is very long, many strong people on the scene can see and feel the breath of that person
Apart from that, there was no movement around.
He is the only one!
I squinted at the man in the distance, but my eyesight was limited. I couldn't compare with Duan Qingtian, Yu Hao and others. Although I knew that it must be a person, and it might be the guy called ”Heiyan death”, I couldn't see his face clearly.
Judging from his size and outline, this person should have been inactive, just staying in the same place.
Look at the time, nine fifty-nine!
They're waiting!
Wait for the appointed time!
”These guys have a sense of time.” Duan Qingtian looked at the people in the distance, but there was no tension before the war. Instead, he said in a funny tone.
But no one can know his inner uneasiness.
This is the first time that kongmu cult and our shadow Army Ah, no, it should be said that the whole Chinese mage forces are engaged in large-scale contact and confrontation!
Which is better? Who loses, who wins? What happened? No one can guarantee it!
What we can do is just to do our best, even if we fight to the end and have no mana! We should also use our own body to form the last solid wall to protect the land!
I can't forget what commander Duan said this morning - ”it's too sudden. I don't have time for you to write letters, and I don't have enough reserves for you to drink this bowl of wine. But I believe your heart will not change. Even at the last moment of the war, you should completely block them outside the east coast!”
At that time, I felt unprecedented blood boiling.
Many years ago, I might not have done such a thing at all. I might have preferred to be a melon eater hiding behind them and enjoying their protection. But now, after hearing that, I agree.
Including the casual practitioners who came spontaneously, originally commander Duan wanted them to stand in the last row, because the casual practitioners are no better than the organized and disciplined teams such as shadow army and Qiankun Hanhai Pavilion. Their way of cultivation is far better than ours, and their strength is not as strong as ours. If you let them be in the front, it would be like cannon fodder.
And this kind of thing, we don't care whether others do it or not, we don't do it!
It's not our style to use human life as cannon fodder!
But they don't want to. They have to push into the front line, not to show off. They just don't want to be the one behind them.
In the end, commander Duan just agreed to let them be in the middle, in front of and behind them, surrounded by the strong members of various organizations.
In front of Duan Qingtian, the people in the sky were far away from him, but with his eyesight, he could clearly see the man's appearance.
He was dressed in a long robe of blood red, lined with silver black armor, with a lion Luan belt around his waist, a battle skirt of the same blood red, and boots under his feet. The whole person's dress is like a general often seen in TV series, but it's like a militant!
Long hair, about to the chest, but because of the wind at sea, constantly fluttering back. There is a mask on the face, and the mouth of the mask is vacant. It should be designed like this. The gap is a crescent, exposing his mouth. In addition, there are only hidden gaps in his nostrils and two eye holes left.
Although the distance is far away, he can still feel the breath of this person, the fierce murderous spirit and the strong power! He has never seen such an opponent!
Duan Qingtian narrowed his eyes, his right hand holding the sword was loose and tight, and his eyes looked at a watch that he had already put aside.
There is a second hand on it. The second hand clearly records the time. There are only five seconds left before the war!
”Everybody, get ready.” Duan Qingtian said in a cold voice, the voice spread to the whole barracks!
Four seconds!
”It's time to avenge our brothers! Everybody work harder
”Good!”
The people of Qiankun Hanhai pavilion are full of fighting spirit and raise their weapons.
Three seconds!
”We Murong family must do our best to deal with these guys. Compared with shadow army and Qiankun Hanhai Pavilion, we have fewer people, but don't let them look down on us.”
”Don't worry, master!”Two seconds!