Chapter 147 The Wind Is Blowing

"kill!"

On the vast battlefield of yellow sand, gusts of wind swept up the sky, covering the sky with sand, which covered the eyes of those who were blinded.

Heroic warriors were fighting desperately, and the two sides were divided into two camps.

One party wore black armor, held up their shields and swords, and each hundred people joined together to form a small phalanx. The small phalanxes matched each other to form a huge behemoth.

The morale and strength of the entire army merged together, roaring like a ferocious beast.

The other side was wearing white armor, and among the warriors there were holy priests protecting them. Priests in white chanted prayers, and gusts of breeze carried warmth around the warriors in white.

A tall and mighty man wore a bright red cloak and black and red armor, standing on the back of a ferocious and mighty red dragon.

The strong man stands high in the sky, looking down at the opponent's enemy formation.

hold head high--

The red dragon roared loudly, frightening the white legion into a commotion. Each priest was forced to interrupt his chanting. From the center of the white legion, a man wearing platinum armor and a divine sword inlaid with dozens of wind gems slowly walked out. .

He looked handsome, and wherever he passed, a breeze swept away all the dust. The handsome young man looked up at the tyrannical red dragon.

"Dar! Do you really want to be an enemy of the Kingdom of Wind? Do you really want to challenge the gods?"

"Ha ha"

A burst of hearty laughter came from the red dragon, "Hilken, you are not qualified to challenge me to take the oath, so you should call your father over, otherwise your Kingdom of Wind will be defeated this time!"

Hilken frowned. He was the son of God, a noble man from Tianhuang, and was blessed by the gods. According to common sense, as long as he did not refuse to suppress the divinity hidden in his body, he could grow up to become a demigod-level powerhouse.

Now this arrogant conqueror actually looks down on himself so much? Silken snorted coldly, and with a clang, he drew out the sword in his hand.

He pointed his sword directly at the arrogant Conqueror King in the sky, "Conqueror King Dar! My Father God abides by the covenant between the gods and the Atrium, and will not kill human heroes without hesitation, but if you take the initiative to attack!

For the sake of the majesty of the gods, he will come in person! But I think I can take down the head of this rude fellow of yours without Father God taking action! "

"After all, they are still flowers in a greenhouse."

Before the battle between the two armies, an ordinary carriage parked not far away. Yellow sand kept drifting in, which made the two girls speechless. If they had known this, they would not have come to eat dirt.

"Uncle, do you think this son of God, Sirken, is a flower? Has it not been destroyed by wind and rain?"

Vivian covered her eyes with her small hands, opened a slight gap between her fingers, carefully opened her green eyes, and looked at the handsome god-human hybrid in the distance.

"I have also heard rumors about this son of the Wind God, and his strength is now at an epic level. He has eaten a lot of precious spiritual materials since childhood to stimulate the divinity hidden in his body. He has not completely suppressed the divine blood flowing in his body like the King of Heroes.

He is also the only son of the God of Wind. Although it will be difficult to break the shackles in the future after stimulating the divine blood, he is at least still strong now! "Vivian spoke out the information about the Son of God like a treasure trove.

boom!

On the battlefield, Silken turned into white light and rushed towards the Conqueror King, but was intercepted in mid-air!

A young man holding a silver spear shot back the son of the Wind God like an arrow!

Hilken felt insulted. He was the son of God no matter what, but the other party was so insulting! Even though his true body has not moved, an unknown person dares to challenge him!

Hilken waved the divine sword, and sword flowers fell like raindrops, constantly covering the young man with the gun!

However, only a bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

The silver spear turned into a silver dragon and kept killing Hilken. Hilken activated the wind god's talent, and his figure continued to speed up, and his movements became more agile before he could hold a stalemate with this young man.

An inch long, an inch strong.

This unknown young man's spear was more flexible than his hands. Every time he shot out, Hilken was frightened. The Gun God Domain made him even more troublesome. The Wind God Domain tried its best to suppress it before Hilken could react.

call out!

The green blood washed the silver gun, and the young man held the gun in both hands and turned into an afterimage to kill Hilken. Hilken's face was horrified. At the critical moment, he activated his own divine blood and laid the divine sword across his chest!

clang!

The tip of the silver spear was piercing the center of the sword body. This thrust was too terrifying. The young man kept pushing towards Feng Shenzi. Hilken, covered in armor, flew into the air, and bursts of divine wind blew.

The two of them faced off for a full minute in the middle of the battlefield, and Hilken was forced back a hundred meters!

Seeing the son of the Wind God turning pale, a 5-meter-long wind blade shot out from the white army!

This magical technique was so swift that even the King of Conquerors had no time to rescue him. Fortunately, the young man with the gun cocked his silver spear.

Using the gun shaft as a fulcrum, the whole person turned into an arc and flew into the air, just to avoid this sneak attack.

"Hmph, as an archbishop, he personally launched a sneak attack!"

The King of Conqueror stood on the red dragon, his clothes were ringing, and his bright red cloak was as beautiful as the sunset. He waved his hand fiercely, and the next moment the black troops rioted.

Thousands of behemoths united in phalanx continuously attacked the army of the Kingdom of Wind, with spears spitting out from the dense shields.

This is not only the connection between the warriors, but also the connection of spirit, energy and spirit! Hundreds of thousands of soldiers are now like a united beast attacking the enemy formation!

"kill!"

On the other side, the elite warriors of the white army holding swords felt much lighter and lighter after being blessed by the magical spells from behind, and the weight of their entire bodies seemed not to be felt.

This is a standard battle formation. Among the forces in the Atrium, the strongest is the principality backed by gods. Their national religion is one.

The two camps clashed. The warriors of the Kingdom of Wind were extremely agile, accompanied by a breeze. However, the army of the Conquering King remained motionless, like the hardest tortoise shell. Although it was slow, it kept moving forward!

The roar of battle, the clang of swords and guns, the screams of death, all kinds of sounds came and went one after another. Each priest also waved the light of God to kill the enemies in front.

However, even with God's blessing, the Conqueror King's army gained the upper hand and continued to devour the warriors of the Kingdom of Wind.

"The Conquering King is indeed extraordinary. He is destined to be engraved in the long river of history just by relying on this battle formation technique." Jiang Ping poured wine into his mouth while watching the battle with his peripheral vision.

"profound?"

Vivian was more curious. She looked at both sides of the battle strangely, "I didn't expect that this Fengshen's army was useless. Although the King of Conqueror looked rough, he was very good at training the army even to a layman like me. "

Vivian rarely praises others and cannot judge others by their appearance. The Conqueror refused to surrender at the feet of the gods and chose to fight on his own. Although it was difficult, he conquered every piece of land by himself and was worthy of his name.

"Why."

At this time, Alice sighed softly, and her two eyes with different colors drifted across the cruel battlefield.

"I pity the soldiers on both sides of the battle. People always say how cruel and unkind Gilga was two hundred years ago. However, in today's world, the people's lives are even more miserable."

Her ears heard wails one after another, and the wails were full of farewells to lovers, parents, and children.

Her eyes seemed to see the souls of dead soldiers again. Wisps of dead souls that could not be seen by ordinary people and could only be caught by the gods were wailing and floating on the battlefield, and finally sank to the earth. They would continue to move forward along the roots of Rahil. The bottom of the world.

Where to come from, where to go.

"Ashes return to ashes, soil returns to dust, don't stay what needs to go. Everything will return to the arms of the great Raheel." Alice suddenly thought of this proverb spread in the world of Hill.

All living beings are born from Rahil, including the God King and the Titan Giant. In the end, no matter how powerful the existence is, all living beings will face death, and all living beings are equal.

In the end, they will return to the great World Tree together and turn into nutrients again to give birth to new creatures.

"The advantage of the army is that it can unite with each other and condense into one force. All the city-states have ignored this before. It is natural to have great power in one body. However, everything exists for a reason. The conquering king can occupy a large territory just by relying on battle formations. "Jiang Ping commented while drinking turbid wine.

The two girls looked over and saw that the battlefield was turning irreversibly towards the King of Conqueror. At this time, the King of Conqueror was still standing on the back of the red dragon and did not take action, as if waiting for something.

There were legendary strongmen below, and even three epic masters were fighting fiercely. It must be said that this young man with a silver gun was amazing. He was not weak at all when fighting the Son of God and the Archbishop alone.

"got windy."

A strand of Jiang Ping's black hair fluttered in the wind.

The two girls' pale golden hair also danced in the wind. They looked at the uncle curiously, and there seemed to be something different.

The conquering king in the sky suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance, "The wind is coming."

He couldn't help but touch the King's Sword on his waist with his right hand. He gently knelt down and touched the uneasy epic red dragon with his left hand.

"Hey, old man, this time we're going to be the fools in the fable if we're not the heroes in the epic."

hold head high--

The red dragon Schoke became even more restless and irritable, and the bright red wings on his ribs flapped faster.

"But someone has to take this step. The King of Heroes two hundred years ago could do it, which means it is not insurmountable. Today, let me conquer Wang Dal and create another god-killing epic!"

The conquering king stood up suddenly, pulled out his sword with a clang, and pointed at the hurricane of yellow sand coming from the distance that connected the sky and the earth!

Sorry, I overslept. It's a bit late. Snoozing is not a good habit.