In the world, even the most common mortal blood has been tabooed since ancient times.
Marrying close relatives is a taboo for the human race.
If this taboo is not followed, the human race will usher in complete destruction.
However, the Mu family ignores the taboo left by their ancestors and breeds powerful men.
This only shows that the hearts of the Mu family have become iron stone. , even family ties become worthless in their eyes.
Bai Yi knew the origin of the powerful man, and even more so, he knew Mu Shisan's pity.
Out of pity, he lent him a Thousand Machine Puppet as a plaything.
Bai Yi no longer thought about the Mu family's warriors because Wang Qitai was already in front of him.
The fighting between the two armies has reached the point of endless fighting.
On the battlefield of 100,000 people, less than half are alive at this time.
Those soldiers who are red-eyed from the killing can't feel the pain even if one of their arms is cut off, and they still viciously attack the enemy.
The steel knife in his hand stabbed into the enemy's chest and abdomen.
The battle on the King's Flag Platform was even more cruel and bloody.
The heavily armored soldiers climbed up the high platform desperately.
In their eyes, the King's Flag on the high platform was everything.
Only by capturing the King's Flag could this terrifying battle end. .
Bai Yi led his soldiers and horses to charge for a long time before he took a place under the king's flag.
The large number of casualties of mortal soldiers made him more and more angry.
He decided to seize the king's flag with his own hands.
Otherwise, the mortals' The casualties will be even heavier.
Wangqitai is surrounded by stairs one after another.
The higher you go, the smaller the place where people can stand becomes, just like a tall tower with a ring of stairs.
At this time, the Wangqi Tower has long been stained red with blood.
Countless soldiers are fighting in the middle of the high platform.
No one dares to take a step forward easily.
Once someone climbs to the high place, it will immediately attract a desperate attack from the enemy, and the enemy will rush forward.
Those who climbed the tower were chopped into pieces.
The fierce battle was like a see-saw, with corpses falling from the high platform from time to time.
The men and horses of the two sides had been in a stalemate for a long time.
They were waiting for their generals to step onto the high platform.
There was never a black-armored monk on the King's Flag Platform, but once a general stepped onto the platform, it heralded the beginning of the decisive battle.
A year's supply of resources makes the cultivators on both sides very cautious.
The monks will never easily start a decisive battle before seeing the enemy's flaws.
Sometimes, even such a stalemate for ten and a half days is common.
However, Bai Yi did not want to continue the stalemate, because the longer the time dragged on, the greater the casualties of the mortal soldiers would be.
The gun-wielding young man in black armor was silent for a moment under Wang Qi's stage, and then gave up his horse.
Once the commander dismounted, it was time for him to prepare to take the stage.
Moa, who was carrying the flag, was stunned for a moment, and then showed a ferocious look that he had never shown before.
He squeezed the black tiger war flag tightly with his two big hands, and followed Bai Yi's steps onto the first floor of the high platform.
At that moment, he suddenly let out a hoarse but full of fighting spirit.
"Moa" In Moa's roar, Bai Yi was like a black evil spirit, unstoppable wherever he passed.
The moment he took the stage, the golden flag of King Puyang also moved, and the old prince in golden armor Swinging his sword fiercely, he rushed up to the high platform himself.
Once Prince Puyang's side made a move, the monks from King Yongchang's side immediately rushed in.
Among the mortal soldiers on the high platform, countless figures in green armor and black armor appeared.
The curtain of the decisive battle was torn open by Bai Yi.
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The spear in his hand was flying up and down like a poisonous dragon.
The tyrannical force made Bai Yi almost invincible in this battle of suppressing spiritual power.
It didn't take long for more than a dozen black battle flags to appear on the highest platform.
Almost all the generals from the two armies rushed to the King's Flag Platform.
Under the highest banner, Bai Yi shook his hand and fired a shot, piercing the shoulder armor of a black-armored enemy monk.
The opponent fell to the high platform with a line of blood.
Although he was not dead, he was inevitably seriously injured.
King Yongchang's soldiers have discovered Bai Yi's martial prowess.
Five black-armored monks waved their long swords and surrounded him.
These five men were obviously masters in martial arts.
They were well organized in their advance and retreat, and their attacks were even more vicious.
Spicy and deadly.
Pure martial arts techniques can gain the advantage of suppressing the opponent when fighting alone.
However, personal martial arts among thousands of armies does not have such a big advantage, especially when facing multiple masters with extraordinary skills.
No matter how powerful it is, it can't win quickly.
Five martial arts masters who were willing to sacrifice their lives dragged Bai Yi down under the king's flag.
The fierce battle at the top of the high platform was more dangerous than the fierce battle on the entire battlefield.
Bai Yi's eyes were getting colder and colder, and the Heaven-Destroying Technique was being used to the extreme.
However, the five people on the other side had obviously practiced the body-refining method.
After receiving Bai Yi's heavy blow, they only took a few steps back.
No one Fall off the high platform.
There will be a war every year in the Nanzhao Kingdom, and there will inevitably be monks who practice body training techniques.
On the battlefield that suppresses spiritual power, only body training techniques are the most practical.
Bai Yi's opponent's body training techniques are absolutely incomparable to the Heaven-Destroying Kung Fu.
In comparison, but relying on the large number of people, the five people cooperated very skillfully, which was able to slow down Bai Yi.
Ni Shiqi was already standing in the middle of Wang Qitai.
King Puyang was always watching the battle.
When he saw Bai Yi's figure being entangled, he ordered a strong attack without hesitation.
At King Puyang's order, the monks belonging to Prince Puyang's Mansion swarmed forward.
No one was conserving their strength, and they all took a desperate stance.
Victory or failure depended on this, and the monks in Puyang Palace were already working hard.
Ni Qiuyu was also trying her best.
She was only five feet away from Bai Yi, but a black-armored monk was clinging to her tightly, making it impossible for her to make any further progress.
Ni Qiuyu glanced anxiously at the royal flag flying above his head, his heart burning.
If he couldn't win this year, the Puyang Palace would probably be completely defeated.
Moa had been dormant on the steps at Bai Yi's feet.
He stared at the royal flag above his head and seemed to have no concern for the general who was in deep danger.
The mortal soldiers who carry the flag are the easiest to be ignored on the battlefield because they don't even have weapons.
It's a dream to kill people.
However, Moa has killed more than one person.
A black-armored monk was hit in the shoulder by the tail of Bai Yi's gun.
With a snap, his shoulder armor suddenly cracked, and the bloody flesh could be seen, but he didn't care and shook his body, preparing to pounce again.
Enter the battle group.
He knew that only the five of them could hold off the vicious black-armored boy with all their might.
If one of them was missing, they would all be killed.
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The severe pain in his shoulder did not affect his judgment, but Moa jumped up from his feet, which was beyond his expectation.
Being attacked by a mortal was a shame for the black-armored monk.
He swung the long knife and chopped off a large piece of flesh and blood from Moa's shoulder with one blow, and even cut off a section of the bones on the shoulder.
Moa didn't care about being slashed.
The moment the opponent successfully slashed him, he opened his mouth and accurately bit the opponent's knife hand.
"ah" The black-armored monk who was bitten by Moa shouted loudly and let go of the long knife.
He raised his foot and kicked it out.
Moa was like a rag bag, no matter how the opponent kicked him, he always bit the opponent's hand. , no longer let go, nor did he protect himself, his two big hands still held his black tiger battle flag tightly. s: I would like to thank you, the helmsman, for your generous reward.
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