MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 744 : Transported to the "Hero" Is Not Free (Part 1) [Seek

  Chapter 744 Chapter 744: Transported to the "hero" is not free (Part 1) [ask for a monthly ticket]

   After the battle horse Yuhe dissipated, the river was completely frozen.

  The two banks of the Miaojiang River were silent, with only the sound of wind and rain in their ears. Those who witnessed the scene were so shocked that they lost their voices for a long time.

  Most of the soldiers of the two armies were ordinary people, and natural disasters and man-made disasters were interspersed in their not-so-long lives, among which natural disasters were the most terrifying. They never thought that a river that would cause floods every now and then could be frozen by human efforts.

   "Blessed by the heavens, the destiny is at stake!"

  At this time, a soldier under Wu Xian's tent raised his arms and roared, with just eight words, it seemed that he wanted to vent all the depression accumulated in his chest. The surrounding soldiers woke up like a dream, at first they responded in twos and threes, but soon spread to the entire army like a plague.

   "Blessed by the heavens, the destiny is at stake!"

   "Blessed by the heavens, the destiny is at stake!"

   "Blessed by the heavens, the destiny is at stake!"

  The slogan rushed to the opposite bank like a mountain roar and a tsunami, and the high morale gathered into clouds above the head, and the momentum was huge and compelling.

  There is a faint posture of swallowing thousands of miles.

  The soldiers on the other side were already shocked by this operation, but now they were even more terrified. It's just that before the panic really spread, a vast and majestic aura descended, powerfully sweeping away the haze in his heart. When the soldiers regained their composure, they looked at the frozen river under the rain. Their previous awe was completely gone, replaced by the condescension and disdain of the strong towards the weak.

   Zhao Feng glanced at his old friend.

  The latter was smiling and shaking the fan of the knife in his hand.

  When other people, in order to save Wenqi/Wuqi, wear capes or hats, or simply get caught in the rain, old friends use Wenqi as a barrier to block rainwater so as not to get wet. In my old friend's own words, the family is poor, the people are poor and the money is scarce, and there are not many good clothes that can be sold at home. If it is soaked by rain, he will feel distressed. When the literary spirit is exhausted, it can be replenished, but when the clothes are rotten, there is no money to buy them.

   Zhao Feng: "..."

  He almost believed this guy's nonsense.

  The old friend noticed Zhao Feng's gaze, turned his head to look at him with a smile, and asked him, "Why is Dayi looking at us like this?"

   "... just like that, it really doesn't look like your temper."

  After Miaojiang was successfully frozen, the old friend tapped the guard next to Zhao Feng with a knife and fan, motioning for him to come over. So there was this person who shouted the slogan "Blessed by the sky, and the fate of the heavens returns" at the top of his voice. In Zhao Feng's view, this move was too high-profile.

  The old friend opened his mouth just to beat him up.

   joked: "Why, your people can't handle it?"

  Zhao Feng was choked by these words, and he, who has always been strict and upright, showed a bit of helplessness, and said: "Isn't this worried that President Huang will have ideas? The rafters in his early years will rot first..."

  The old friend smiled indifferently and said: "Old Zhao, you are not happy to say that you are a reckless man. Look at this juncture. What is the difference between us here?"

  Before, it was necessary to keep a low profile and hide the trump card, but Zheng Qiaoyu drove to this point, if he can fight to the other side in one go, or even capture Zheng Qiao alive, this dragon slaying game that took many years will be completely over. It is the end, but also another beginning.

   At this time, it is natural to be as strong as possible.

   Zhao Feng felt worried: "Oh, but my lord..."

  He was worried that the lord would dislike his old friend more and more.

The old friend's face was calm and composed, the knife and fan in his hand shook lightly, and there was no wave in his eyes: "Dayi, there is no need to think too much, there is a need for fate between people. When fate comes, we will get together, and when fate goes away, we will disperse, and we will be comfortable with each other." , troubles go away. Is it right?"

  He really has no predestined relationship with Wu Xian.

   Hearing what he said, Zhao Feng knew that his old friend had made up his mind to go. For a while, he also complained to the lord Wu Xian in his heart. Thinking of my old friend's appreciation for Shen Jun, I sincerely hope that there will be a good result. It's just that it's too early to say these things, the most important thing right now is the enemy on the other side. Only by overthrowing the mountain of the tyrant Zheng Qiao, can we have a chance to talk about the future.

   At this time, Zheng Qiao is on the throne.

  He relied on his strengths, ignored the morale and slogans of the coalition forces, just looked at the people under the tent and said, "Who dares to fight?"

  As soon as these words came out, everyone understood that Zheng Qiao was going to fight.

   "Master, this is too embarrassing for them."

   The one who spoke was Qi Cang, the 16th-class master.

  His words were recognized by many generals.

   Indeed, too much face to these people on the other side. One's own side does not need any morale increase, and it can also beat the other side to the ground. Choosing to fight will mean that one's own side is cautious. Qi Cang clasped his fists and said: "When the last move comes, Huang Lie will be captured."

   Zheng Qiao said: "I just want to see it."

   There is no reason, I just want to watch and watch.

  The one-sided killing has no aesthetic feeling.

  Qi Cang showed a bloodthirsty sneer, and said: "It's rare for the ruler to be so elegant, so naturally he can't disappoint the ruler."

  He was going to take the lead, killing a few people to warm up first, but Zheng Qiao disagreed, and instead raised his hand and ordered an experienced general. This general's skin is brownish-yellow to black, tall and burly, and his overall appearance is slightly different from ordinary people.

   When he stood up, he looked like a mountain of meat.

  The altitude is half a head higher than Qi Cang.

   "The last general obeys!"

   With big strides, he strode across the air and jumped onto the river. He has a huge body and a terrifying tonnage, but when he lands, he is as light as a feather. A ghost-faced ax was formed from both hands. The ax was as wide as two strong men, and it was as light as nothing in his hands.

when-

   The ax hit the foot with a pestle, and ice **** flew out of the ice.

  He looked contemptuously at the densely packed ants on the other side, his dantian was lucky, and shouted: "Who dares to come to die!"

  The sound waves impacted, and the rain curtain stagnated for a moment.

  The raindrops stayed in the air and turned into sharp weapons, and under the impetus of the sonic boom, they turned into thousands of rain arrows and shot towards the coalition forces. Seeing that they were about to reach the front, a general was killed among the coalition forces. The light blade of the weapon hit back with a tearing force, and the rain arrow exploded.

  The rain splashed and fell on the ice.

  The military general who participated in the battle belongs to Wu Xian's faction, and is also one of the famous six generals under Wu Xian's tent. His strength ranks in the top three, and he has just broken through the fifteenth rank. He urgently needs a close life-and-death battle to stabilize his realm.

   Seeing this, the old friend smiled at Zhao Feng and said, "Look."

  The protagonist Wu Xian is not ready to hide his clumsiness anymore.

  If the Dragon Slaying Bureau Alliance didn't have any real background, how would they dare to come and drink in front of Zheng Qiao. Wu Xian's action caused the leader Huang Lie to look sideways, and he said enviously: "There are so many talents under the Wu Jun guard, this must be one of the famous six generals?"

   "The false name given by outsiders, how can Wu's wealth and background be as good as Huang Mengzhu?" Wu Xian said it humbly on the surface, but in fact, God knows what he thinks.

  Huang Lie said: "Mr. Wu was just joking. Everyone in the world doesn't know that Huang was born in a humble family, so there is no wealth background to speak of."

  The chat atmosphere between the two looked very harmonious.

   On the other side, Gu Ren looked helplessly at his sixth brother.

   "Sixth brother, can you let go of being a brother?"

  Gu Ren originally wanted his brothers to fight, not because he was brave, but because most of his brothers had blood feuds with Zheng Qiao. It's just that as soon as he raised his hand, his sixth brother firmly held him down. He bet his arm must be blue.

  The sixth brother let go of his hand upon hearing this.

  Gu Ren rubbed his arms and looked at the two generals who were confronting each other on the river. Seeing this, he couldn't help but smile wryly: "Oh, our allies are really... hard to say, hard to say."

He has always known that the strengths of the members of the coalition are different, but Wu Xian and his like seem to be indifferent, and there are also 15th grade young masters under the tent, and it is estimated that there are more than one. It's ridiculous.

   This group of people are hiding their clumsiness. If you think about it, Zheng Qiao's 16th-class high-ranking master made one, and several 15th-class young masters would also be damaged if they attacked. It's fine to damage other's, but if it's your own, why don't you feel bad?

  His eyes were bitter: "Oh, I was a fool for nothing."

   "And Shen Jun."

  The sixth brother patted his elder brother on the shoulder to comfort him.

   It's not just my elder brother who has worked hard to be a fool. Isn't Shen Youli from Longwu County also kept in the dark? The difference is that Shen Youli is a hot-blooded young man, and her eldest brother has seen all the world's affairs and was put together. It sounds even stupider.

   Gu Ren looked at his sixth younger brother quietly.

  The other party's consolation is quite novel.

   Shaochong didn't care what the two righteous brothers said at all, and watched the fierce fighters off the field with relish. Martial energy collides with martial energy, weapons clash with weapons, and the game of body and soul. Accompanied by the splash of frost, it is dazzling to see.

  On the throne, Zheng Qiao admired everything below.

   Fingers tapped rhythmically, humming a strange tune that sometimes rises and falls, sometimes soothing, shaking his head.

  A discerning eye can tell that he is in a good mood now.

  铛—

  The two generals retreated at the same time and released their gallant totems at the same time. The general of Zheng Qiao was a vigorous black panther, while the general of the coalition army was a three-headed salivating hyena. Although the three hyenas were a little smaller than the panther, the panther showed a cautious attitude. The eyes of these three hyenas are greedy and vicious, and they each stare at the weaknesses of the black panther's body, with a tacit understanding.

  On the ice, the sword light flashed.

  The blade of the sword turned into a rainbow, and suddenly slashed at the opponent.

  The latter just resisted with the face of the axe, and the piercing sound of the two hitting each other shook the ice under his feet to crack every inch of it. It's just that the ice layer was too thick, and it didn't take long for it to recover under the support of Yan Lingwen's energy. The two generals passed a hundred moves in an instant.

  Three hyenas besieged the panther, and the battle was inextricable.

  Suddenly, the military commander under Wu Xian gave a low shout, his eyes were wild, and three "selfs" appeared under the eyes of everyone.

  After some probing, he knew that the enemy general was taking the path of breaking all spells with one force, and his veins would bulge when he received a forceful move, and his mouth would feel numb, so he refused to confront the opponent head-on. Give full play to the advantages of body skills, moves and speed, how can the enemy not know?

   "Hmph, looking for a dead end!"

  After speaking, the weapons of the generals under Wu Xian's tent fell through.

  The opponent in front of him turned out to be just an afterimage.

  He secretly said something bad.

   Leaping sideways to avoid it, a light blade of tens of feet slashed by the giant ax hit the surface of the river with a bang. The explosion was accompanied by flying ice slag, blinding the surrounding vision. Before Zheng Qiao's generals landed, two hyenas came to kill him, one on the left and the other on the right.

  He said disdainfully: "A mere beast!"

  When one of the hyena's claws swung down, it just hit the ax face, making an eardrum-drumming and itchy metal rubbing sound.

  The other hyena opened its **** mouth wide, with a stench blowing across its face. But before it could hit the target, it was knocked away by a black shadow.

   It turned out to be a black panther who had escaped from a hyena.

  The three hyenas gathered together again, the middle one was obviously injured, a bloodstain stretched from the back to the abdomen, and if you looked closely, you could still see the white bones under the flesh and blood. It's just that the martial energy surging with the wound began to close and recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. This time, the situation returned to the beginning state. At first glance, it seems that no one can do anything.

but-

  Old General Jiang watched for a while.

   Caressing his white beard, he said, "It's time to decide the winner."

  Kang Shi turned his head in surprise when he heard this.

  Why didn't he see the clue?

   "Who wins?"

  Old General Jiang touched his mouth: "Let's."

   Shaking his head regretfully, he said, "I'm going to lose."

  Kang Shi was shocked: "...Why?"

Old General Jiang glanced at Chu Jie, who was asleep with his arms folded and his eyes closed, and said, "Because of the warrior's intention, it is completely different from whether or not this thing is. If it was Zhao Feng who fought just now, our chances of winning are estimated." Can be higher."

  The gap between the 14th class Right Geng and the 15th Class Minor Supreme is not as great as the gap between the 15th Class Minor Supreme and the 16th Class Grand Supreme. Zhao Feng's intention of being a warrior is quite special, and the odds of winning the challenge of stepping up the ranks are higher than the one below.

As if to prove the old general Jiang's words, the situation on the field was one-sided in the blink of an eye, and Zheng Qiao's generals suddenly burst out with the momentum of a 16th-class general, and the martial arts light blade he slashed instantly engulfed the three hyenas, and pressed his opponent to the ground It dragged for dozens of feet before stopping. The thickness of the ice layer was dragged by nearly half.

  The ice ball mixed with blood has a strange beauty.

  On the shore, Wu Xian, who was watching the battle, suddenly widened his eyes.

  Old General Jiang gave a smack.

   "What a ruthless person."

  If the attack is more serious, only five of Wu Xian's six generals will remain. Old General Jiang sincerely hoped that Wu Xian would reduce his staff. After all, if the enemy is weak, doesn't it mean that his own strength is stronger?

  However, God failed to fulfill his wish. The general realized that his life was in danger, and dragged his seriously injured body back to the formation. The enemy refused to let him go easily and pursued him. But the battlefield was too close to Jiang'an, at most he would inflict a new injury on the opponent.

   In the first game, I lost.

  The faces of the coalition forces are not very good-looking. The defeated general looked ashamed: "The last general is defeated, and I ask the lord to surrender."

   Wu Xian's facial muscles were a little stiff.

  He didn't expect to lose the first game so easily.

   Facing the strange eyes of all his allies, he suppressed his emotions, raised his hand to support the general, and comforted him softly.

   Winning or losing is a common matter for military strategists. Who dares to say that he is invincible?

   If you lose once, you lose, as long as you live.

  However, who will be sent to the second game?

  They figured out the intelligence of the enemy general a little bit, and sending another one who can restrain should win, but they didn't guess Zheng Qiao's operation. He directly called back his general, and sent out a completely unfamiliar general, and—

Old General Jiang smacked his lips, enviously and enviously said: "...It's the 15th class young master again, when did the warriors of this realm become so worthless? When we were young, the 15th class young master could walk sideways yes..."

  Chu Jie said: "It's tricky."

  Old General Jiang nodded in agreement: "There must be something tricky."

   o(^｀)o

   Be sure to let Zheng Qiao eat the boxed lunch on time.

   PS: Don’t worry too much about combat power yet. The northwest of the mainland is an inward-moving Shura field, and the martial arts warriors may burp if they don't make progress, so the overall quality of the martial arts warriors is the same as the cultivation acceleration buff, and the overall quality is very strong.

   In other continents, the political situation is relatively stable, the environment is comfortable, but the strength is not so strong.

   As for using the National Games pile, firstly, there is no war, and it is too late for the national master to be wary of the high-defense masters, so how can they take the initiative to strengthen their strength?

   Generals have no battles, so it is not easy to accumulate military luck.

   Tang Mei has gained a foothold in the big melee this time (a big melee in various senses), and basically the Northwest will be in the bag.

  (end of this chapter)