Chapter 169

"Kill With Lin Qian's order, Zhao Long took the lead, roared with a gun, and rushed out of the barrier of warship cohesion.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

When the blade came out of its sheath, all the soldiers rushed out and rushed to the corpse army.

"For your majesty!"

Yelling in unison, shouting and killing broke through the sky. The pale yellow Chinese soul power emerged from the soldiers one after another, condensed into a piece of iron and rose to the sky.

In a flash, the heavy dust and fog in the sky were dispersed. The dark South saw the sky for the first time. The bright sun was shining on the heavy armor of the army.

Lu Shangda's bloody corpse showed consternation on his face, followed by a reaction, commanding the army of corpses to rush up.

In the daytime, with the help of blood gas, his army of walking corpses was more angry and less likely to be suppressed.

When the troops collide with each other, let him be a fool.

The black blood clan has not been exterminated. They are still standing in the wasteland, relying on the army of walking corpses.

Different from the blood corpse, the walking corpse army is not afraid of death. It only obeys the orders of the black blood clan, only knows how to kill, and can use the living soul skill by instinct to maintain the fighting instinct.

Besides, the walking corpse is as hard as the blood corpse, which is comparable to the strength of the same realm of human soul warrior.

The battle between a large number of walking corpse armies and the Terran soul warriors has not happened. Lu Shangda knew that there was a black blood elder who had a conflict with a royal power.

After fighting with the army of that dynasty, the army of that dynasty lost more than half, while the army of that dynasty lost only one tenth.

But what happened in front of him cooled Lu Shangda's heart.

It's like his army is scattered in a torrent.

Moreover, the other side's formation is not chaotic, still neat and uniform.

At the front, there are tall and strong men, wearing heavy armor, holding a huge shield at the front. This kind of soldiers can't stop the invasion of the other side.

Not only that, behind the shield soldiers, there are soldiers with long guns, constantly stabbing out, attacking the corpses that were collided by the shield soldiers.

Under the cover of shield soldiers, these soldiers with long guns can always win.

When Lu Shangda controls the powerful corpses and attacks the shield soldiers, he will be stopped by the soldiers with swords.

Those swordsmen are fierce in their fighting methods. They make a big start and close with their swords. They have great strength and are extremely lethal. The move is simple, just to kill the enemy with the maximum attack strength.

When the corpses fall to the ground, they can be cut to pieces without any advantage.

There is no way to land, can only let the flexible corpse to bypass the sword, but was stopped by the sword.

Although the attack strength of the swordsmen is not as high as that of the swordsmen, their swordsmanship is dazzling. They can entangle the corpses and even be more flexible.

Often in the gorgeous light of the sword, the corpse exposed his flaws and was stabbed in the Dantian, losing his fighting power.

In desperation, Lu Shangda could only let a part of the army of walking corpses pull up and cross the collision range of the shield soldiers to avoid a frontal collision.

"In this way, I see you He Ma, what a fart! " When he arrived on the land, he was in a rage.

Because the walking corpse army under his command had just jumped up. When he was ready to cross, he saw the rain of arrows coming from behind.

The soul power arrow feather, which formed a wonderful parabola, aimed at the walking corpses like eyes, and shot back one by one.

Even if a walking corpse is not shot in the Dantian, it will be caught up by the black figure and passed by.

When the shadow disappeared, the bloody light in the pupil of the corpse had faded down and completely lost its fighting power.

"How could that be?" The eyes of the blood corpse of the giant ghost clan are full of confusion and incomprehension.

But in the next moment, in front of a sharp gun tip constantly approaching, overbearing, let alone resist, there is no time to react.

Bang!

The head of the bloody corpse of the giant ghost clan was bombed in an instant, and the powerful twist swept the corpse and crushed to pieces.

"Garbage..." Zhao long a throw long gun, gun head bloodstain slip, disdain of opening.

Whew! Whew!

At this time, two empty voices suddenly sounded, a high and a low blood corpse, suddenly burst out with a very fast speed, bullying Zhao long.

Lolly, Mel!

The chieftains of the jugui and dwarf GUIs were turned into blood corpses.

From these two blood corpses, there was more terrible pressure, which made Lin Qian's face change: "life and death?"

Lin Qian was very familiar with the oppressive breath of the blood raising corpse. It was very close to the strength of Gao Yuefei. He didn't have to think about what realm it was.But

Bang! Bang!

there were two huge crashing sounds, and the two blood corpses approaching Zhao long were blasted out again, and only after a few feet back could they stabilize themselves.

"What?" In the North Hall, Lu Shangda stood up in amazement.

Lori and Moore are the most powerful blood corpses he controls now. After refining, they even ascend to the realm of life and death. According to the truth, this man of black dragon and silver armour can't defeat the combination of two blood corpses in the realm of life and death?

At the same time, in mid air, Zhao Long raised his snow-white long gun and pointed to the direction of the two blood corpses: "disappointing, disappointing to anger!"

"By virtue of such an army with no rules, coordination and combat effectiveness, the corpse with empty realm but no combat effectiveness dares to offend your majesty and provoke the Chinese Empire!"

"Disgrace, it's disgrace. To deal with such goods, a group of five million people is enough. I have gathered a team of ten million people!"

Lu Shangda, who controls loli and Mo'er's blood corpse, can't speak. He just uses the scarlet eyes of the blood corpse to look at Lin Qian sitting on the throne of Kowloon.

Ten million people were the total number of their black blood ancestors fighting against the Imperial Army, but this was just a small team of the other side?

There are 10 million people in a small team. How terrible is the Chinese Empire?

"You Who is it? " Lu Shangda controls Luo Li, the corpse of raising blood. He looks at Lin Qian and asks.

"Don't you already know?" Lin Qian's golden pupil looked directly at the corpse. The other side quickly turned his eyes to avoid looking at him.

"The emperor of the Chinese Empire!"

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