Chapter 1089 (1/2)

After the twelve princes of Vivian and the blood clan were sent, only the blood puppet soldiers and the Saal legions at the foot of the whole Myitkyina city were left behind. At the moment, Tu Gang, Tu Meng and Li Ping led the eighteen demons to sweep all the way. Without the help of the twelve blood princes, these puppet soldiers of the blood clan were simply vulnerable to the eighteen demons.

On the ground, however, the Saar regiment had already been distracted and could not raise any fighting intention at all. In addition to the massacre of the blue sword team, they soon broke down and fled in all directions.

Standing in the sky, overlooking the vast army, he said it was scattered. Ye Qian felt some inexplicable sigh.

”Saar ah Sal, I didn't expect you to have worked so hard for so many years in Myitkyina city. That's just the case,” said the fifty thousand Corps. ”Ha ha, ha ha!”

Ye Qian's voice is very low, it seems to be mocking, but also with some pity.

The puppet soldiers of the blood clan in the sky are constantly falling down in groups, which is very terrible. But even so, the eighteen demons didn't stop. They fought more bravely. As for the eighteen heavenly gods, the array was more pure and powerful.

However, in half an hour, the army of 200000 puppets of the blood clan, which had been under a cloud of darkness, suddenly rustled and a little flame remained. However, puppets are puppets after all. Even if they are killed completely, they do not mean to retreat.

at this moment in Myitkyina City, the eastern sky has seen a fish belly and a white scene, and this Myitkyina city has already become a piece of repair field.

The bodies of 200000 blood clan puppet soldiers and tens of thousands of Saar legions are crisscrossed on the ground, making it look like this bloody land is like hell.

”Killing is really endless killing.”

Stepping on the golden lotus, ye Qian did not fall to the ground. Instead, he was staring in the air, looking at the pile of corpses and blood under his feet. Suddenly, some sad feelings came into his heart.

”Well, it's not so easy to go at this time.”

Seeing the scattered soldiers of the Sartre army fleeing everywhere, the most indignant and murderous one is Nalan Gongyu. I saw Nalan palace feather shaking the folding fan in his hand, facing the fierce one in the West.

Suddenly, the eastern sky showed a vast white scene, after this fan, at least thousands of people were locked in the ice.

Yang Jun naturally did not show weakness. He carried the Shura xuanming sword in his hand, and his body was like a dragon walking through the crowd. Like a god of death in the dark, he was constantly harvesting the lives of these people in the SAL Corps.

However, no matter Nalan Gongyu or Yang Jun, no matter how powerful they are, they are only two individuals. Therefore, it is still impossible for them to kill the army of Saar at one breath.

, the blood of the East, the sun gradually brighten up, illuminating the sky of the whole city of Myitkyina, and the battle has obviously entered the final stage. The damn are all dead, and the running is almost the same.

At the moment, ye Qian's palms moved in a trance, and the whole person landed on the ground.

, stragglers and disbanded soldiers. We have to finish the attack on Myitkyina. Let's go to the rest of the troops and fight them. Even if you can't kill them, we can keep them to the military figures in southern Yunnan.

Although Ye Qian's words are light and elegant, they have no doubt prestige in the blue sword team.