Four Hundred and Thirtieth Chapters World War I Ascended the King (3)

It is not my business to hold the flag and destroy the thieves, and I have no name except books in the battle list. ￠￡, only the two monks of Gangu, gambling Go until dawn.

On the battlefield ahead, wrestling and fighting, from sunset to dawn.

On the top of the mountain, there was smoke on the chessboard, and the fierce battle lasted all night. At this moment, Bo Wen's eyes were already red, staring at the chessboard, wanting to cry silently, but he didn't have the energy and interest to scold Shen Yu.

On the chessboard, the four corners of the battle are all determined, and the four corners are fighting, but Bo Wen is completely absent, and the general situation is gone.

Lost ground and lost power, the game is set.

With the ability of blog posts, but also powerless.

On the battlefield, the fierce battle continued and the flames of war flew.

However, after one night, Qingyunmen lost a lot without knowing it.

In every battle, monks from both sides fell, but in every battle, the number of fallen monks from Qingyunmen was more than twice that of the other side. After one night, without knowing it, Qingyunmen had a net loss of more than 800 combat power, and the battle situation had already shown a great disadvantage.

Originally, the number of monks on both sides was roughly equal, and the Qingyun Sect even had a slight advantage, but after a night of fighting, it was already a change of position.

For one night, Shen Yu was full of confidence in every battle. However, there will always be some mistakes from time to time, just like a dike of a thousand miles collapses in an ant's nest. Small troubles lead to big disasters. Not to be underestimated.

Shen Yu was still unconvinced, and his fighting spirit was still high-spirited.

After another battle, he turned around and looked at the main formation of Qingyunmen, but suddenly found that the monks in this formation looked at him with evasive eyes, full of suspicion and distrust, the feather fan shook, pointing to the main formation, Shen Yu He ordered again: "Come again, quickly join the battle."

Want to replenish the combat power that has just been lost and fallen. Fight again.

this time. The monks who were targeted did not immediately add up. Instead, he looked at the leaders ahead.

Rising Sun Sword Peng Lin's square face showed a trace of dissatisfaction, and finally couldn't help but said: "Enough."

Shen Yu laughed loudly: "What? Senior Brother Rising Sun, you disciples of Rising Sun Peak, can't my Bailing Sword command me? This is unreasonable."

On Peng Lin's upright face, her expression was serious, and she said coldly: "Shen Yu, your way of battle looks fancy, but you can see for yourself, after this night's battle, how many monks have you lost to my Qingyun sect? How much combat power? Do you think, how many monks in my Qingyun Sect can be squandered by you?"

Shen Yu smiled bluntly: "Senior Brother Xuri, don't you think that my battle formation method is becoming more and more handy, more and more familiar, and the gap between battles is getting smaller and smaller? There are more than a thousand sects affiliated with Qingyunmen. Ten thousand. As long as I have great success in the battle formation, there are some foundation-building monks. So what's the matter?"

There was an uproar in Qingyunmen's formation.

Rising Sun Sword looked at Shen Yu steadily, and said leisurely: "Zhu Zi, what the blog post said is good, Er Nai Shu Zi, lack of knowledge and strategy."

Shen Yu laughed out loud, pointed at the feather fan, and pointed in another direction: "Come up, quickly join the battle formation." This time, she pointed in the direction of Caiyun Peak, the monk team led by Sun Hao's senior sisters.

The monks all looked at Song Xiaoli, but did not respond.

Shen Yu frowned: "Senior Sister Song, what's the matter? Caiyunfeng's disciples, can't I command you?"

On the opposite side, Yang Zhangliang had already burst out laughing, and his silver hair was dancing in the rising sun with the laughter, so rustling.

Song Xiaoli looked at Shen Yu, and said calmly: "Junior Brother Sun gave you two suggestions that day. One is not to be greedy, and the other is to treat everyone equally. Shen Yu, can you do these two things?"

Shen Yu said again: "What Sun Hao said must be right? Senior Sister Song, are you right? Let me listen to him, it's really funny."

Song Xiaoli said calmly: "Zhu Zi, what you said in the blog post is good, Er Nai Shu Zi, lack and plan."

Shen Yu was a little annoyed after being shut down twice in a row, and looked towards the direction of the monk where Liang Dingjie was. Liang Dingjie had a bitter expression on his face. The two above dared to scold Shen Yu, but he didn't dare. After hesitating for a moment, he finally bit the bullet and ordered a hundred monks to join the battle formation.

Facing Yang Zhangliang, Shen Yu was once again full of spirits, and shouted: "Lupin Demon, let's come again. In the first few games, you had a certain advantage, but you have also seen that your advantage has become smaller and smaller. Then this game From the beginning, it's my Shen Yu's turn to show off my power, take over..."

A calm smile appeared on Yang Zhangliang's face, imitating Song Xiaoli's tone, and scolded in a sharp voice: "Your Nai Shuzi, your inadequacies and schemes, Er Nai Shuzi, your insufficiencies and schemes..."

Shen Yu was furious, swinging the feather fan in his hand, and attacked with his army.

Bowen looked at Sun Hao, but he didn't make a move for a long time, and said in his mouth: "After all, the situation of the game is different. After some battles, Shen Yu has made a lot of progress. Maybe this battle can really find a chance to win."

Sun Hao sighed leisurely, took out a chess piece, and landed on the chessboard with a "snap" sound: "If it were me, I would drop the piece here, and I could strike with all my strength, or win completely, and wipe out Brother Bowen."

Then, Sun Hao put the chess piece away, and with a "snap", he dropped the chess piece to another position: "If I place the chess piece here, I can win and wipe out half of Brother Bowen."

Before Bowen could speak, Sun Hao picked up the chess piece again, and it landed on the board with a "snap": "Here, I can win Bowen a little, so that brother Bowen won't lose too badly."

Bowen looked at the three positions on the chessboard, and couldn't help asking: "Chen Xiang, you mean, the Demon Sect must win this round, but why are there three ways to win? What's the solution?"

"If you don't know agarwood, you can win a complete victory." Sun Hao said with a calm smile on his face: "If you know agarwood and avoid it, you can win a small victory; if you know agarwood and don't avoid it, you will surely win."

Bowen was silent.

After a long time, Bowen understood a little, nodded slowly, and said leisurely: "Bowen understands."

Fighting in line, the battle situation Shen Yu imagined did not happen. Under the fierce battle, Shen Yu changed the formation three times. Although he was familiar with the formation method, but this time, he was defeated again.

The situation in the battle was even worse than the first time. Of the five hundred monks, more than two hundred fell. In the battle formation, there were also Qingyunmen monks who fell all over the place like dumplings.

At this time, among the ten thousand monks of Qingyun Sect, one out of ten has already lost the battle.

Sweat broke out on Shen Yu's forehead, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it away. Unwilling to be reconciled, Shen Yu looked at his own formation.

The direction of the big formation was his monks from Luoxia Peak. Shen Yu estimated in his heart that at this moment, only the monks from this peak could command him.

As the feather fan pointed, the monk at Luoxia Peak looked at Huang Minghuang, the sunset sword.

Huang Minghuang nodded slightly. Although the monks of Luoxia Peak were unwilling, more than two hundred people quickly came out to prepare for the battle.

Bowen looked at Sun Hao and asked tentatively, "Is this Zhongsheng?"

Sun Hao nodded and made a move, and half of Bowen's pieces were in jeopardy.

Bowen held his son for a long time, and there seemed to be tears: "The defeat is set?"

Sun Hao shook his head, waved his hand, and stroked the chessboard. The black and white chess pieces on the chessboard turned into two long dragons and flew into the chess box in front of them. Sun Hao looked at the empty chessboard. Only then said with a smile: "I'm afraid the battle situation will change, and the battlefield will enter the second stage."

Bowen looked towards the battlefield.

On the battlefield, Qingyun Sect joined the formation, and then fought Moxiu again. Shen Yu changed his formation twice, but Zhang Liang caught a loophole again, and the battle formation was about to be broken.

At this moment, Huang Minghuang yelled, "Do it."

Following his loud shout, nearly ten thousand monks in Qingyunmen's main formation all charged forward.

At this moment, whether it was the Rising Sun Sword or Song Xiaoli, they acted in a tacit understanding, one left and one right, leading the monks in the formation to fight forward together.

As for Huang Minghuang, his sword shot out like a shooting star, extremely fast, shooting at Lushan Yang Zhangliang on the opposite side.

Qingyunmen's actions are uniform and fast, but they have been connected in series long ago. As Sun Hao said, the battlefield has entered the second stage, and the battle between battle formations has evolved into a melee battle on the battlefield.

Foundation Establishment monks, even those who have completed Foundation Establishment, are limited by their spiritual consciousness, and the battle formation that they can control is at most five hundred monks. If it exceeds this number, it will be quite difficult.

But five hundred monks, once faced with the siege of tens of thousands of people, will be quite strenuous, which is one of the reasons why the method of battle formation has not been prevalent on the battlefield.

That is to say, the total number of monks in the Ganguling Great Victory last time was not many, and Sun Hao showed his power in the battle formation, which made both Dao and Demon realize the great significance of the battle formation for small-scale battles.

No, in this battle, the battle formation has become the appetizer and prelude to the decisive battle.

Now, the battle formation is unfavorable. Knowing that there is a big gap between their own battle formation masters and the opponent, Qingyun sect will naturally stop fighting, and attack first, and attack the Five Elements Demon Sect in three groups.

In other words, you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, but you are afraid of comparing goods.

Even if it was Shen Yu's hype, even if it was Shen Yu's family background, but in this battle, against the silver-haired and good-looking opponent, he was defeated and lost, and the name of a vertical child might spread like wildfire.

As long as the monks of Qingyunmen saw Zhang Liang's long silver-white hair, they couldn't help but think that his long hair was forced to go white by Bo Wensheng.

Bo Wen played against Zhang Liang, Zhang Liang vomited blood and fought, and his hair turned white overnight; Shen Yu played against Zhang Liang, fought fiercely all night, and lost a big loss.

It is clear at a glance which is better and which is worse.

In addition, Rising Sun Sword and Feifeng Sword also yelled at "Zhuzi", probably, Shen Yu would have to wear the name of Zhuzi for a while.

The Qingyun Sect launched the attack first, and Shen Yu had a relieved expression on his face. The monks of the Qingyun Sect launched the attack in a timely manner, which avoided the loss of his own monks in Luoxia Peak.

But at the same time, Shen Yu's face also had a faint flush, he was not stupid, he knew in his heart that this attack from Qingyun Sect was declaring that Shen Yu had really lost to Zhang Liang.

In this battle, Qing Yunmen's victory will fully bring out Shen Yu's incompetence.

In this battle, Qingyun Sect suffered a disastrous defeat, and Shen Yuhui could hardly absolve himself of the blame.

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