Fengshen Wendaoxing

The four generals of the Demon family and the five Yang Jian fought together.

Boom!

The earth was shaking, and the coalition forces of the princes, driving the bronze chariots, were also attacking here like a torrent.

There is a plain at the foot of Qishan Mountain here, which is just suitable for combat.

The armies on both sides are separated by tens of feet, but this distance is rapidly being shortened.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters...

"Let the arrow!"

When the coalition forces of the princes were very close, Zhang Guifang waved his palm.

The huge shields parted, and a group of archers first stepped forward quickly, carrying out a burst of suppression with bows and arrows.

call out! call out! call out!

The sky is densely covered with arrows, like dark clouds, like locusts, falling from the sky.

One soldier fell, was shot in the heart, and died.

The other fell down again, was shot in the limbs, and survived, screaming...

These arrows have no eyes, and fall at completely random locations within a limited distance.

However, the coalition forces are too dense, so the hit rate is extremely high, but not many people are killed in one blow.

Under this wave of arrows, two or three hundred people died and hundreds were injured.

After one wave of arrows is shot, there is still the next wave, and the next wave.

But after shooting the second wave, there is no chance.

There were too many coalition forces. Although many people were killed by the two waves of arrows, it was only a drop in the bucket compared to the main army, and there were still more main troops that had rushed to the front.

"kill!"

Zhang Guifang stretched out her hand and drew out her sword, held it up high and shouted loudly. Immediately, the army of Yin and Shang, led by ancient bronze chariots, rushed forward in a mighty manner.

The chariot is rumbling, and the iron hooves are flying!

On a vast plain under Qishan Mountain, the battle started.

The moment the two torrents converged, a figure was knocked into the air and turned into a corpse and landed on the ground.

Pulled by four horses, there are three people standing on it, one side is an archer, the other side is holding a spear, and the person in the middle is driving a bronze chariot.

How can ordinary people's flesh and blood stand against the running bronze chariot?

Although this kind of chariot is controlled by only three people, but on this kind of battlefield, the strength it exerts is enough to withstand three hundred people.

In today's world, the Great Shang Dynasty has the most chariots, with tens of thousands of chariots, known as the country of ten thousand chariots.

The size of the big princes is one thousand, the middle princes are five hundred, and the small princes are one hundred.

This time, Jiamengguan's army has three hundred such chariots, and the total number of princes on the opposite side seems to have reached five hundred.

The advantage of the chariot quickly caused a large number of casualties to Da Shang.

There was no one to stop the chariot as it rushed past, directly cutting several holes in their army formation.

"Marshal Zhang."

Lu Chuan looked at those chariots and said, "Those chariots are a bit of a threat, and the government wants to destroy them."

Zhang Guifang said: "Lu Canjun, don't put yourself in danger. Chariots are only useful in the early stage, but not in the later stage."

He is telling the truth.

Now the chariot can gallop freely, but when many people die on the ground, how can it run?

"Who said I'm going up there?"

Lu Chuan smiled, picked up the bow, put on the arrow and pulled it away, with a "swoosh".

A galloping chariot was thirty steps away, and the driver in the middle had an arrow in his throat and fell down.

This military vehicle is a waste.

Without the driver, the four horses galloped wildly on the battlefield, unable to avoid the corpses on the ground, and the final result was only a rollover.

During the real army confrontation, Lu Chuan also discovered one thing.

That is, although martial arts experts still have effects, it is really not obvious. Even if they are strong and their cultivation base is deep, their true energy will always be exhausted.

Innate warriors can be like Zhao Yun, who enters and exits seven times in the Wanjun, and takes the head of the enemy general.

But when it comes to killing people, they really can't kill too many people.

Just killing hundreds of people drains them and wears them out, so they only kill key people.

Lu Chuan's arrows seemed to have eyes.

All the local military vehicles that were close to him suffered, and the last one fell down one by one, more than 20 vehicles.

But soon, the battlefield was strewn with corpses, and after the military vehicles could no longer move freely, they finally retreated.

The advantages of this chariot are as obvious as the disadvantages.

Boom!

However, there are a few battlefields that no one is rushing to approach, and that is the battlefield between the four generals of the Mo family and the five Yang Jian.

It looked like a fight between immortals, with terrifying fluctuations and dazzling brilliance, whoever got close would die, and finally flew into the sky.

Mo Liqing fights Yang Jian, Jin Zha Mu Zha is Mo Li Hong, Huang Tianhua is Mo Li Shou, Nezha is Mo Li Hai.

Lu Chuan looked at it and said, "The two marshals are still injured, I'll go to help out, and I'll leave this to you, Marshal Zhang!"

He was more worried about the situation in the air than the situation on the ground.

Although Mo Lihong had a Hunyuan Umbrella, he was injured after all, and was also injured by Jin Zha Mu Zha that day.

When the enemy met today, he was naturally extremely jealous.

Those two brothers are not mediocre, and they still have a magic weapon...

Zhang Guifang said in a deep voice, "Lu Canjun, be careful!"

Lu Chuan nodded, shook his palm, and a dazzling black light flashed.

Accompanied by a dragon chant, a halberd made of black gold appeared in his hand, ready to fly into the air.

But the next moment, an embarrassing scene appeared for Mr. Lu.

As soon as the Black Dragon Halberd appeared, the horse under him was directly crushed and screamed.

"Well, it's time to find a good mount."

Lu Chuan sighed, the horse still couldn't carry his Black Dragon Halberd.

"Good halberd, good magic soldier!"

Seeing the Xuanlong halberd in Lu Chuan's hand, Zhang Guifang's eyes lit up and he exclaimed in admiration, obviously he was also a man of knowledge.

"so far so good!"

Lu Chuan smiled awkwardly, looked at the battle groups in the sky, and finally saw the battlefield of Jinzha Muzha and Molihong with a flash of his eyes.

Lu Chuan's expression became stern, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the Xuanlong Halberd between the three of them.

hold head high!

Accompanied by a dragon chant, the Black Dragon Halberd suddenly turned into a phantom of a black dragon, vicious and ferocious, with dense scales and armor, exuding a monstrous evil spirit, circling up into the sky.

"careful!"

Jiang Ziya was also paying attention to the battlefield in the sky. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"What?"

Jin Zha and Mu Zha each held two swords, and it was easier to suppress the injured Mo Lihong, but suddenly his hair stood on end, and a chill rushed from his feet to Tianling Gai.

It was as if he was being targeted by a terrifying beast.

"Not good!" The two exclaimed, before they had time to look, they quickly spun back in the sky.

Just dodging, a ferocious black dragon phantom roared and passed through where they were standing just now.

"What?"

"That is……"

The two brothers looked up at the phantom of the black dragon, wondering and uncertain.

Suddenly, their pupils shrank, and the black dragon actually fell into the hands of a person.

Lu Chuan!

Although the two brothers knew each other, they were sure just now that they didn't see him there at first sight.

Appear out of thin air?

The two brothers looked at each other, their expressions became serious, and they tightened the two swords in their hands.

When Lu Chuan fell, Mo Lihong hurried forward.

At this time, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his breathing was a little short, obviously he was struggling a bit.

In fact, he is also planning to use the Hunyuan Umbrella against the enemy.

Mo Lihong said happily: "Join the army!"

Lu Chuan said: "How about it, are you still holding on?"

Mo Lihong grinned and said: "Of course, once I join the army, I will have a solid foundation in my heart."

Lu Chuan nodded and looked at Jin Zha and Mu Zha: "One fights two, the more bully the less, the victory is not martial, come here, I will fight with you."

Mo Lihong said: "Joining the army...do you want to fight two?"

Lu Chuan said: "Just take out the Hunyuan Umbrella and hold it in your hand. I will win this battle."

He is not afraid of these two brothers, really, it doesn't matter if one hits two.

The only thing to be afraid of is the magic weapon, and I don't know if their master has passed it on to them.