Mo Fancheng couldn't help laughing at the words of many wild soldiers and said, "well, brothers, let's let Huang Weichang see our last move!"
"Also let him, the foreign practitioner, know who wins and who loses this game!"
"Good!"
In everyone's response, Mo Fancheng suddenly appeared his own barren lines on the center of his eyebrows, and broke away from the center of his eyebrows and extended into the air.
After him, the barren lines on the remaining nearly 300 barren soldiers were all separated from their bodies and also extended into the air.
Next, although each of the more than 300 wasteland patterns was different, they began to blend with each other in the air.
Like countless vines, they grow together at a very fast speed.
Under this interweaving and integration, the more than 300 wasteland patterns are impressively combined into a wasteland pattern.
It is like a spear. It is ten feet long. It emits an incomparably powerful wild pattern!
This is the special ability of the barbarians!
Their barren patterns can be combined with each other.
Under this combination, it is equivalent to superimposing everyone's strength together.
The reason why this move is called the last move is because it is a move to protect the life of the barbarians.
After this move is done, each of them will fall into a state of exhaustion and lose the power to fight again.
If the enemy doesn't die, they can only sit and wait for death, so they won't use it easily until they have to.
But now, Mo Fancheng has obviously been forced by Jiang Yun's nine man array.
In order to win, he recklessly used this last move.
Although these more than 300 people, except Mo Fancheng, are only blessed lands.
However, under the combination of wasteland patterns, the cultivation accomplishments of all of them are constantly superimposed, so that the breath emitted from the spear of wasteland patterns has been comparable to protecting the environment!
Mo Fancheng knows very well that if Jiang Yun does it himself, Dihu will still pose no threat to him.
However, Jiang Yun has said that he will not fight, and with the array composed of nine people in Yizheng, it is absolutely impossible to compete with a comparable blow to protect the environment!
Unfortunately, until now, except for the nine Yizheng soldiers, all the other barren soldiers simply don't know that Jiang Yun is secretly controlling the current nine person array.
If he knew, Mo Fancheng wouldn't have such an idea.
"The last move!"
More than three hundred people breathed out and shouted these earth shaking words!
The barren grain, like a spear, immediately crossed the air. It was as real as it was, flashing a sharp light, and with all the strength of more than 300 barren soldiers, it stabbed the nine people's array!
"The last move!"
At the same time, Jiang Yun, who always watched Mo Fancheng and others' every move, said the same four words gently.
As the voice sounded, Yi Zheng and other nine people also heard Jiang Yun's order.
Under their respective teeth, the barren patterns on their bodies emerge together, impressively extending.
At the position where the barren spear is about to be stabbed, it is also intertwined and combined to form a barren shield!
Compared with the ten Zhang long spear pattern, the shield of this pattern is less than Xu Fangyuan.
After all, this is only the wasteland pattern of nine people, which can't be compared with the wasteland pattern of more than 300 people.
Mo Fancheng and others naturally saw the barren grain shield, but they didn't believe that this barren grain shield could block the barren grain spear of themselves and others.
"Just see if your shield is hard or our spear is sharp!"
However, at this time, the three barren lines hidden in the center of Jiang Yun's eyebrows began to spread rapidly in his body.
Along his body, along his aura, he quietly disappeared into the array of nine people under him.
Then he went along the nine man array and disappeared into the barren shield!
The addition of Jiang Yun's barren grain didn't make any change in the shield of barren grain, and outsiders naturally didn't notice it.
As Jiang Yun finished all this, the barren spear finally stabbed the barren shield with the sound of breaking the air and the fierce momentum.
"Boom!"
A dull sound was heard, and the spear and shield of wasteland grain fell into a static state in an instant.
In this stillness, only ripples visible to the naked eye spread rapidly outward from the contact between the spear and the shield.
Until, another crisp sound of rupture came.
There was a crack in the ten foot long barren spear.
Then, there were more and more cracks, and they became more and more dense. In an instant, they were all over the whole body of the barren spear.
"Crash!"!
The spear of barren grain finally broke completely, turned into more than 300 barren grains again, and flew back to their master's body.
For Mo Fancheng, it was like being hit hard. He was groaning in his mouth and staggered back at the same time. Even some people couldn't help sitting on the ground, and looked up, everyone's face was shocked. Not only the 300 odd soldiers, but everyone in this camp, except Jiang Yun, has the same look on their faces. Obviously, the attack led by Mo Fancheng has ended. And in the end, they lost! They attacked the array composed of nine people in the number of thousands. Even when they used the last move, they still failed to break the defense of the array and grab even a spirit stone. Latest V news: the result of Z on $Z in Chapter g} section, even if everyone sees it with their own eyes and experiences, they can't believe it! At this moment, the whole camp was silent! All eyes first focused on the nine people in Yizheng, and finally, they completely focused on Jiang Yun. Jiang Yun, from beginning to end, sat on the top of Lingshi mountain without moving a penny! A moment later, Jiang Yun's voice sounded, breaking the silence around him“ Mo Huangwei, sorry, your team has lost. Now please quit the battlefield first! " The crowd then came back to God, and Mo Fancheng took a deep look at Jiang Yun again, hugged his hands, deeply worshipped Jiang Yun, and withdrew without saying a word with his more than 300 deserted soldiers. Then Jiang Yun looked at the other nearly nine thousand soldiers watching the war and said, "next team, come on!" More than 9000 soldiers looked at each other. A moment later, eight of them walked out and bowed to Jiang Yun with fists: "Sir, we wait, admit defeat!" These eight people are the other eight Huang Wei. After seeing how Mo Fancheng's team failed, they have no desire to fight again. Mo Fancheng can be recommended as the leader by them, not only because Mo Fancheng has the strongest personal strength, but also because the 1000 person team he leads has the highest combat power. Even Mo Fancheng failed to break through the nine people's array after they tried their best, so they can't do it themselves, so why bother themselves“ It's good to know how to advance and retreat! " Jiang Yun nodded and suddenly closed his eyes. After a moment of silence, he then said, "Yizheng, you told me earlier that large-scale operations depend not on individual strength, but on collective strength." Yi Zheng was stunned and his heart jumped wildly. Of course, he remembered that he told Jiang Yun this sentence in a tone of lesson. But he doesn't know why Jiang Yun should mention this sentence now. Is it to settle accounts with himself? However, Jiang Yun then said, "I admit what you said is reasonable, but it's not all right."“ Personal strength, if strong enough, can also change the whole war situation. "“ Today, as director Huang Wei, I will explain to you what I mean by this sentence. " The voice fell, and Jiang Yun slowly opened his eyes! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.