Museum of Demons

The weapons collided and made a loud and heavy sound like thunder.

It seems that if you are just nearby, you will be torn apart by the aftermath of the shock, and indeed, the soldiers and horses close to these two weapons are all torn to pieces, even if it is only the remnants of the true spirit, the reflection of the heroes of the past, it is not. What ordinary people can match.

Fan Kui stepped back, shaking the palm of his hand holding the shield uncontrollably.

As the strongest fighter under Liu Bang, he has a similar style to Xiang Yu, but he will never be Xiang Yu’s opponent, but at this moment, he does not need to assume the responsibility of guarding, and he has completely let go of the restraints and can exert a more powerful force. .

But still can feel the feeling of being suppressed purely in strength.

Xiang Yu...Fan Kui’s heart has instinctive feelings. In the age when he was racing on the earth, the weight of this man overwhelmed everything. Perhaps in Pei Gong’s heart, capturing the world is the ultimate goal and real accomplishment, but in In the eyes of the military commander, where is the world greater than killing the Xichu Overlord himself?

He roared and fought Xiang Yu again.

Xiang Yu's face was careless at the moment.

But the gun in his hand was so heavy and domineering that he couldn't believe it.

And the warriors and horses transformed by the ghosts brought by the two sides also began to strangle in this huge open area. All the rest, whether they are ordinary monks or researchers, avoided this as if the ancient battlefield reappeared from a distance. For the scene in front of me, fortunately, this place is big enough, as big as a battlefield with soldiers.

Otherwise, it is just aftermath, and they can be involved and killed.

The battle formations of the ancient times and the battle formations of the Gods were almost like huge strangulation disks. Under the leadership of the two famous generals, these ordinary soldiers and horses and Yin soldiers seemed to be completely reborn. The murderous intent and the strands seemed as steel. The momentum almost made everyone sluggish.

A fierce tiger can lead soldiers like cows and sheep to devour wolves.

The true spirits of the two famous generals were fighting frantically in the center.

The two teams of monks and Yin soldiers rushed to the front of the'Xianyang Palace', and the two golden men also joined the battle between Xiang Yu and Fan Kuai. At this moment, there was almost no one in front of the Xianyang Palace. They rushed over, thinking To open the palace gate of Xianyang Palace, at this time, Wei Yuan and the three people happened to appear near the palace gate.

The mechanism technique of the Mohist school of God has already accommodated the ability to change position in the formation.

The monks noticed two young researchers and Dong Yuefeng, an old professor.

But they were cold in their hearts, without the slightest intention of keeping their hands, pulling out their weapons, and the two Yin soldiers behind each formed a battlefield. When they attacked, the kind of determination and oppressive force were only available under the command of famous generals. a feeling of.

Wei Yuan and Zhang Han let Dong Yuefeng hide near the entrance of the institution behind them.

Once something goes wrong, the old professor can turn around and go back to the mechanism, lower the gate, and keep everyone behind. Wei Yuan holds the hilt in his hand, and the sound of the battlefield, bloody, and weapon collisions is caught in the wind. He takes a breath. As if rough air poured into his throat and lungs, his blood slowly boiled.

He thought of the past, holding a weapon in his hand, and when the enemy approached, he suddenly drew his sword and abandoned the scabbard. Fierce thunder, then burst out violently.

The long sword slashed hard.

That group of fierce ghost soldiers was born to be cut through the offensive by his sword, but the sword in his hand has torn a path. Next to it is Zhang Han. The essence of battle swordsmanship is always only one. Believe it Your comrade-in-arms, believe that he will block the lethal attack for you, just like he believes in you.

Two swords, like two groups of blizzards violently sweeping and spreading.

When the rest of the monks and the ghost soldiers found out, there were already fallen corpses over there. The strong smell of blood made the atmosphere of battle more and more here, and Wei Yuan’s sword pierced through the monk’s throat. Pierce the back of the neck, or directly pierce the heart of the ghost, shattering the soul.

Then there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, Wei Yuan almost instinctively raised the sword and blocked it with the spine of the sword.

An arrow was blocked.

He took a step back, and Xiang Yu on horseback dropped his bow and stared at Wei Yuan, as if recalling something. The famous horse hooves under his crotch planed the ground, and his trembling mane seemed to be looking at the sky and the sun. Lion.

Zhang Han's breathing has become rapid and gasping.

He is only attached to his soul, and the master of this body is still an ordinary person.

Wei Yuan blocked the attacking weapon for him, Zhang Han stepped back and sighed:

"It seems that the strength of this body can only be done here."

"I can't break his body."

He said: "By the way, Yuan, how many soldiers and horses can you command?"

Separate fighting and leading the army to fight, these are two completely different areas.

Wei Yuan replied: "No more than three thousand people."

Zhang Han murmured a few times and said, "Then, I'll beat the drums for you."

Wei Yuan nodded and looked at Xiang Yu, who was tightening the reins of the Wu Hao in front of him. The palm of the sword holding the sword slowly tightened, his back straightened, and he exhaled and breathed. Behind him, Zhang Han climbed onto the wall of Xianyang Palace and exhausted his whole body. Power, beat the drums of war.

The vigorous sound of war drums almost exploded here.

Everyone is paying attention to the young man holding a sword in front of the Xianyang Palace. In the camps of both sides, the ghosts of the two camps turned into soldiers and rushed towards Wei Yuan, while Xiang Yu and Fan Kuai were glued to each other. Perhaps Fan Kuai had already been defeated for the existence of Daqin Jinren. Even so, after Wei Yuan appeared, Xiang Yu's true spirit was obvious, and he became more serious.

The broken heavy gun stirred the wind, and every time it fell, it seemed to smash everything in front of you.

Fan Kuai gradually became unable to hold it up.

Finally, Wu Hao let out a roar like a beast, and the people stood up, Xiang Yu's eyes were like burning flames, and the remnant spears in his hands flicked out flatly. Fan Kui's heart was chilled, and Fan Kui backed away suddenly, bowed his head, and surrounded him. The two ghost school lieutenants were directly beheaded, and the remaining soul fragments looked like blood.

The two big Qin Jinren were also repelled by this heavy and domineering blow.

Wu Hao moved forward slowly, Xiang Yu's eyes were silent, and the remnant spear provoked Fan Kuai's chin.

Fan Kuai gasped violently.

He knew that in the next moment, Xiang Yu's gun would pierce his throat mercilessly.

However, he returned to long sleep again. Today’s experience was originally an accident that could not be reproduced, but he still had some regrets. The gap between himself and Xiang Yu was so huge, but when he closed his eyes and waited for his death, Fan Kui’s face suddenly changed. .

"This voice..."

He said: "There is an army marching!"

He sits on the ground with the shield in his hand against the ground. When marching, he often puts the shield under him. He can hear the marching or digging the ground in this way. It is an ability that must be mastered when marching in the wild. But this is not the wild.

In the army here, if it were not for a third party to use the same method to exhaust the true spirit of the magical soldiers, then there would only be one—

It was almost the sound that fell, and everyone felt it. They heard the sound of footsteps. The sound of footsteps was calm and calm. Perhaps it was approaching from the beginning, but was overwhelmed by the sound of weapons colliding and killing until they approached. It was only when they reached a certain range that they were aware of it.

The voice came from behind them.

Xiang Yu raised his head.

Zhang Han was beating the war drum heavily.

Suddenly let out a long whistle:

"Qiyue Wuyi!"

"Same with the son!"

After this long roar, there was a voice responding. The researchers were pale but with the redness brought by indescribable excitement. They heard it, and in the sound of the footsteps, there was clearly a song.

"Qiyue Wuyi? The same robe with the son. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Enmity with the son!"

"Qiyue Wuyi? Same Ze with Zi. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Work with Zi!"

"Qiyue Wuyi? Same clothes with Zi. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my armor. Go with Zi!"

Those voices seemed to come from the distant past, as if they came from behind. The singers can't afford the intonation, with local accent slang, and even have indistinguishable voices, but mixed together, no one can laugh at them.

There is such a passion and grand ideal in that voice.

They turned their heads and looked stiffly, and saw a black and crushed piece. I don’t know how many people. They were holding their long swords diagonally, and stepping forward, they saw the abruptly spreading ink-colored Daqin flag, and saw the mysterious bird-like wings on it. Lines.

Fan Kui's complexion changed slightly. With the help of time, he backed away abruptly, avoiding Xiang Yu's gun. Xiang Yu subconsciously handed out the front of the gun, but forgot that his gun had been broken. This time he just pulled it out from Fan Kui's shoulder. A blood stain.

Fan Kuai returned to those ghost soldiers and wanted to form another battle.

Zhang Han beat the drums hard.

It was the very passionate first hit, and then a tight drumbeat broke out.

The Qin Army, who had been revived by the warriors of the Qin warriors and the Xianyang Palace battle drum, took a sudden step forward.

Take off the bow, kneel on the ground, and shoot a salvo of bows.

Fan Kui raised his shield subconsciously, and after a rain of arrows that obscured the world for a moment, Fan Kui was surrounded by dense arrows to form an arrow circle. Not only Fan Kui, but the rest of the people also found themselves surrounded by arrows.

Fan Kui stiffly put down his shield.

Control the military with clapping.

The person who beats the drums must be a famous general in the world!

Then the earth began to tremble, and those Qin Bing who did not know how to appear retreated indifferently.

A road was split from the middle, and then the thunderous sound approached, and Fan Kuai's pupils shrank in a flash. This was the voice of the cavalry. Pei Gong once conquered Li Bi and Luo Jia, and trained cavalry for the Han army. , And these two people are just ordinary Daqin knights.

Qin occupied the fortress but was far away from the Huns, and once again subdued Lord Yiqu.

They have no shortage of horses!

Fan Kui's heart flashed the request of the Da Qin cavalry.

Choose the method of knights, take less than forty, more than seven feet and five inches long, strong and quick, superb, etc.; able to ride forward and backward, move forward and backward, cross ravines, climb hills, take risks, and absolutely daze. Those who relax the enemy and disrupt the masses are called martial arts warriors, and they must be thick.

In the thunder-like voice, the Da Qin cavalry, who was really far away from the Huns, appeared. Even Fan Kui who had seen these existences clenched their weapons. The rest of the modern monks and researchers subconsciously stepped back. This should hardly be Qin. In the creation of the Chinese era, the tall war horse is almost a head higher than the ordinary war horse, and it is also more majestic.

They wore Qin Mo armor that was at least three times thicker than Da Qin's iron armor. They were enveloped in the black armor leaves. Only two eyes and noses were leaked out of the Daqin battle helmet. The Da Qin war crossbow was carried on their back, and even war horses were extravagant. The ground is draped in armor, and the weapon in his hand is an all-black long spear. Such a weapon has terrifying impact and penetration when it runs at high speed.

And when the speed of the war horses was lowered, they still had Da Qin's war swords at their waists. The sun of Lan Tian produced jade, and the Yin of Lan Tian produced gold and iron. The sharp swords matched the cultivation level far beyond ordinary Qin sergeants. Being able to kill the enemy instantly, when such warriors appear in groups on the battlefield, it is the strongest power to harvest the enemy.

But after Wang Lizhan died, no one gathered these terrifying powers of Qin.

Hundreds of warriors galloped out, like a black cloud of death. Xiang Yu recalled the 28 horses that rushed with him last, and his complexion appeared. After the hundreds of warriors appeared, they scattered directly. Open, rush to those monks who entered the imperial mausoleum with special purpose.

Accompanied by Zhang Han’s war drums and Lingqi, those modern men are more likely to obtain resources, but their combat power is far less than that of the monks in the war years. Unable to tear the opponent's defense, that armor is obviously not an ordinary creation.

But the blades of these warriors easily shredded and strangled those monks, like cold and merciless machines.

Fear enveloped everyone.

The researchers looked terrified, and the remaining monks felt that their bodies hardly belonged to them.

The palm of the Taoist who gave the five thunder urn trembles slightly.

Under the scorn of the military strategist, his already suppressed Taoism could hardly be used.

The blood brought fear. In the sound of thunder-like horseshoes, a hundred elite warriors bypassed the Emperor Xiang Yu of the Chu Empire, separated in an arc, and finally gathered in front of the Xianyang Palace. Xiang Yu was holding a gun and looking there, the old professor. Dong Yuefeng's face was pale, his palms trembling, and the sound of Ben Lei exploded in his ears, making him almost faint.

Then the lead cavalry tightened the reins of the horse.

‘He’ stared at Wei Yuan, bowed his head and bowed slightly, then spoke with a slow and deep voice.

"Put armor for the general."

"promise!"

The several warriors who circumvented turned over and dismounted, one of them pulled the spare horse, but this spare horse was a bit taller than their horse, with a little pottery-like color remaining in the bag on the side of the horse. , Opening is a complete set of complicated ink-colored Qin Jia.

Wei Yuan untied the sword in silence.

He turned on his horse, and the surrounding warriors completed the outfit for him. The armor of the gods, every part is still intact. The parts of the armor collided, and the sound was solemn and loud in deathly silence. Finally, a black spear was handed over. When he got into Wei Yuan's hands, he was sitting on the war horse, shrouded in black armor, cold and majestic like a real General Da Qin.

Dong Yuefeng trembled all over and could hardly speak.

Wei Yuan looked at the overlord opposite.

The overlord looked at him too.

Time never forgave us, we ran through history, fighting each other as enemies, and finally time passed, we also met here again.

At a more distant location, Qin Jun, who was briefly recovered from the Qin warriors, was silent.

Wei Yuan whispered in his heart: "I'm in the same robe with my son."

He arrogantly raised the battle gun in his hand and pointed it at the sky. He took the reins and the horse stepped gracefully. His clear voice became low and majestic under the armor, every word, with unspeakable weight, here. The silent world reverberates-

"The Daqin Regulations, Article 7 of the Wartime Regulations! Your Majesty is asleep, and there is no trace."

"Today, the chief executive officer will take over the entire army with full authority."

"All the legions, wait for dispatch!"

Except for the salvo, the Great Qin Army Formation, which looked like a dead thing, seemed to recover at this moment.

They took a violent step forward, their footsteps sounding heavy like thunder, their palms hit their chests heavily, and they came to order.

"only!!"

I don’t know how many voices gather, Qin Jun’s roar of battle, UU reading www. The three calls of uukanshu.com are like thunder.

The gun in Wei Yuan's hand was raised and pointed at Overlord Xiang Yu.

PS: The second update today... I originally wanted to promise, but I checked it, but promise is not appropriate.

Only, it should be speedy and undoubtedly.

It seems that Nuo is equal to the superior, but only the inferior, so it is the origin of Wei Nuo.

Okay, I feel good.

To be honest, these few days are for today's wave.

In addition, the Qin army had helmets. Among the terracotta warriors and horses, there were tombs with armors and helmets.

That is, Dou Chi.

It's just that the terracotta warriors and horses tend to be in the parade style, and they use their hair buns to distinguish sergeants, so they don't have helmets.

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