Looking at the battle that was still in a stalemate, Ying Zheng could not help but frown.
Wu Anjun was very strong, but he was not good at fighting.
Wu Anjun's strength was mostly reflected in his great moves on the battlefield.
If his subordinates attacked together, the hundreds of thousands of Killer God Army soldiers would be able to kill anyone and their army with just their killing intent.
The so-called God of Slaughter was not a title given to a single person, but a title given to Baiqi and his entire army.
Even so, Wu Anjun continued to suppress Ao Bai, but every time Ao Bai was about to be defeated, a mysterious power would always reverse the situation.
Faith was truly mysterious.
It was just a pity.
He and his subordinates were all humans. Although they could also use faith, they could not use it directly like these heroic spirits.
"Killing God Slash!"
"Iron Skin!"
While Ying Zheng was deep in thought, the battle had reached its climax.
The long halberd crossed the sky, and the golden man was immortal.
"Bang ~"
He withdrew his halberd. At this moment, his arms were bent at a strange angle, and his entire person was filled with disappointment.
He had lost!
The number one warrior of Great Kang, Oboi, had lost!
Moreover, he had lost to an unknown heroic spirit!
"Alright!"
In the Countermeasure Room, an old man couldn't help but applaud.
'Is what Ying Zheng said about the history of the Ming Dynasty true?'
" It has been verified. It is indeed true.'
"Good, good!"
At this moment, the old man's eyes were filled with turbid tears.
History!
The intentionally sealed history of Great Xia was finally revealed.
Crack!
'Damn it, let those imperial guards kill these two!'
Emperor Qian pressed down on the dragon throne, anger written all over his face.
"Lord Qian, why are you so angry?"
An old woman dressed elegantly walked out slowly.
"What are you doing here?"
'Don't worry, Master Qian. Little Li, who was by my side, was killed by them. How could I not be prepared? The 8,000 imperial soldiers must have already arrived at Mount Li.'
Emperor Qian's eyes lit up when he heard the woman's words.
So what if he was strong?
8,000 Imperial Army soldiers were enough to kill through everything!
Mount Li.
The air was still filled with the aura of the battle between the two of them.
"They're all out."
Ying Zheng looked at the hundreds of imperial guards around Ao Bai and said nonchalantly.
"Is your Great Kang going to bully us with numbers?”
Liu Qing could not help but ask with a dark face.
"Thump, thump, thump"
The sound of uniform footsteps could be heard at this moment. It was obvious that they had already answered on behalf of him.
In the sky, a black mass of witnesses dressed in Imperial Army uniforms marched over in an orderly formation.
Liu Qing's face instantly turned pale.
In this situation, anyone would know who the other party's target was.
"Let's go…Forget it, I probably won't be able to leave."
He had just roughly counted them. This was close to ten thousand Imperial Army soldiers, which meant close to ten thousand heroic spirits!
In some small countries, even a country war would not require so many heroic spirits!
With nearly ten thousand heroic spirits, even if they rode the dragon-horse carriage before they came, they probably wouldn't be able to leave.
"Hey, at this time, can you tell me which country's emperor you are?”
"Shh, listen."
Liu Qing was stunned.
"Listen, there seems to be a sound!" The old man in the Countermeasure Room closed his eyes slightly.
Listen?
What?
Before he could make a sound of doubt, he could not help but calm down and listen carefully.
At first, the voice was faint, but it became louder and louder until it was deafening.
"Jiujiu Old Qin, we will go to the national disaster together.
Valiant old Qin, restore our rivers and mountains.
They would not stop fighting until their blood was drained!
To the west is the Great Qin Dynasty, which is rising like the sun.
A hundred years of national hatred, the vicissitudes of life could not be pacified!
The world is in turmoil, how can it be peaceful!
Qin has elite warriors, who can compete with them!"
The ancient and mysterious language fascinated Liu Qing and shocked everyone present.
The blood wouldn't dry up, and they would fight to the death!
Qin has elite soldiers, who can compete with them!
What was Old Qin?
Why were they all calling for Old Qin?
He didn't understand.
But-
His blood was boiling.
Battle intent was rising.
In front of his eyes, it was as if an invincible army of kings had appeared!
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