Gaowu: The Strongest Legend in Mythology.

Chapter 137: The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road
The surrounding areas of Zhao Capital, even the sky, were completely occupied by countless figures, all fighting in blood.

The impact of the war was too great.

Throughout the capital city, rolling flames of war soared into the sky, and various destructive fluctuations destroyed the past prosperity and brought about a hellish apocalyptic scene!

And this is Bai Qi, and his arrival must be hell on earth.

The scale of this kind of war cannot be compared with the Battle of Changping or the Battle of Yuanguan. It was the two countries Qian and Zhao that used the essence of one country.

Zhao Jun was very determined, even if he died, he would block Qian Jun's attack.

This is a war of national subjugation!

They don’t want to be slaves to subjugation!
In fact, during this period of marching, those who were not mentally strong and wanted to run away would have already done so.

And these remaining are staunch militants.

"For the great Zhao, even if you are an emperor, why not risk your life!"

The domineering figure of Emperor Zhao stands tall in the capital.

The king's insistence on sticking to the country is the best explanation he can give to his people.

He is also a benchmark.

If he was afraid, what would countless citizens think, and how could they have the courage to fight to the death?

In the billowing black smoke, Zhao Du is still shining brightly, surrounded by thunder dragons, and aurora shoot out wildly in all directions.

As long as the capital is still there, they have not been defeated!

Emperor Zhao waved his hand, and flags were planted on the city wall, forming a shocking torrent. It was a set of legendary artifacts that could give soldiers endless confidence.

"Kill, destroy the Zhao Kingdom!"

A more bloody battle.

The eyes of all the Daqian soldiers contained overwhelming murderous intent. Under the influence of the battlefield, personal death was nothing.

They know that as long as the country can be destroyed in this battle, they will be heroes.

And their morale is extremely strong, like wolves and tigers.

The various legions are pitted against each other.

And the strong ones are also fighting each other.

"The Golden Fire Cavalry is invincible in every battle!"

The black dragon roared in the sky, and in the dark golden flames, the golden fire cavalry was not afraid, and launched an impact. Everyone formed a black impact torrent and charged quickly.

They interspersed on the battlefield, followed Meng Tian, ​​and destroyed one battlefield after another.

"Block the Golden Fire Cavalry!"

Zhao's elite cavalry looked at the Golden Fire Cavalry destroying the battlefield, their eyes were splitting, and they rushed over desperately.

Too many of their elites were lost after the previous two wars, but the remaining ones were still unafraid.

"kill!"

Meng Tian is ruthless and will not hold back just because the other party is tragic.

This is an era where countries are constantly fighting. If you are not strong, you will face the same endgame.

The Daqian army was too elite, and Zhao Jun could only use his own life to resist.

boom! boom! boom!
The entire battlefield is spreading from all sides.

There were so many armies fighting on the battlefield, and every moment, a large number of people fell and their bones were trampled on.

The massacre of the army turned into a torrent of blood, and after the Shura who claimed his life on the battlefield was swept away by them, the earth turned into blood, as if all the enemy troops were bled.

The fighting power of the Human Slaughter Army is indeed fierce, especially when equipped with blood flame beads and blood butcher knives.

No matter how courageous Zhao Jun was at this time, his soul still trembled when he saw people slaughtering his army.

They all seemed less than human, like killing machines.

This is also because Bai Qi is extremely strict in the selection of the human slaughter army.

If he wants to expand his army, it can easily exceed several million.

But the number is still small.

I want to become a human slayer.

It's impossible without enough soul endurance.

"As expected of a human massacrer!"

Shi Jian saw that the terrifying lethality of the Human Massacre Army was unmatched by even the Qiankun Army.

He had a premonition that after this battle, the Human Tu Army would be as powerful and powerful as the Qiankun Army, becoming as famous as them and becoming the second mythical invincible army.

Of course, he wasn't jealous.

Only with someone's encouragement can the Qiankun Army keep moving forward.

"The Qiankun Army is not weaker than others!"

Meng Jinghong wants to participate in the legendary battle, so the fighting between the legions is left to Shi Jian.

Shi Jian burst out with unparalleled will, stared at the Tianzhao army, and charged forward with extreme ferocity.

Even if the Qiankun Army doesn't have Meng Jinghong, they can still fight against legends if they fight in formation, and they are all the best warriors in Daqian.

The Tianzhao Army was also under tremendous pressure.

But Zhao Guo cannot afford to lose.

If you lose, it's all over.

Although it is the legendary and powerful person who decides the final outcome.

However, the fighting among the legions and the strong ones can also affect the outcome of the battle.

If the army collapses and too many strong men die in battle, the national destiny will be greatly affected.

National destiny is the spiritual will of a country and is of vital importance.

If the national destiny is there, then the power of the strong domestic players can be strengthened. For example, if the national destiny is added to it, the legendary strong players can improve themselves to a higher level.

This is why both sides attach great importance to the fighting between legions.

Countries and sects are different.

Governing a country seems more difficult, has greater responsibilities, and is not as free as a sect.

But the national destiny that the country has is something that the sect cannot have.

On the vast battlefield, the armies of both sides had no reservations. They only had one goal in mind, which was to kill the opponent in front of them.

The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

This kind of battlefield is either you die or I live.

On the other side, the heavy armored army trained by Wang Jian pushed forward. With their burly bodies, they formed peerless mountains and crushed them with powerful force.

The Shen Gong Battalion trained by Huang Zhong followed the heavy armor army.

Because of its own legionary characteristics, the heavy armored army can form a frontal crushing force, but it is not very strong in chasing down the defeated army.

The presence of Shen Gong Battalion can make up for this weakness.

Moreover, the heavy armored army can also protect the Shen Gong Camp.

The cooperation between these two armies has no shortcomings in melee and long-range combat, and it has caused too many casualties to the Zhao army.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Zhao Jun naturally also knew how powerful this was.

Legion after legion rushed over desperately, launching a suicide attack, using their own lives to stop and break the heavy armored army.

This situation doesn't just happen to one battle group, but to the entire battlefield.

Zhao Guo went crazy.

And Gan Jun went crazy.

No one will regress.

After all, they are the ten countries of the Eastern Wasteland, and they all lack this courage.

On the wall of Yuzhao City, there is a legendary statue that condenses the laws of heaven and earth, waving an extremely huge flag that covers the sky and the sun.

This flag looks like it was forged in the flames of war, with a magnificent war scene on it.

Every swing has majestic power, giving the army courage.

The mighty battle flag!

Zhao Guozhen’s national artifact!
Even legendary artifacts have strengths and weaknesses, and the Zhenguo level is already much more powerful than ordinary legendary artifacts.

But Da Ganjun was fearless.

The large army pushed forward, killing opponents along the way.

The fight between the strong was equally brutal, with those with higher cultivation levels killing each other into the void.

The powerful men who were once high and mighty are now just part of the battlefield and will also fall in large numbers.

Dian Wei was extremely brutal and tyrannical.

The Great Demon God took over the form of Dharma, and he attacked with his giant axe and fists at the same time, making it difficult to stop him.

"We can't let Dian Wei destroy the battlefield and unleash our power!"

There were strong men of the older generation in the State of Zhao with determined looks in their eyes.

Disregard life and death.

In an instant, they burned all their strength, bursting out with the last of their light and heat, no longer wanting to live, and used their lives to stop it.

Death at this time is nothing.

They don't want to be slaves of a conquered country.

Many powerful men tried to stop Dian Wei at all costs. If they couldn't stop him, they would decisively self-destruct before being killed by Dian Wei.

Only with this kind of fearlessness could he barely stop Dian Wei.

Dian Wei was also angry and wanted to tear these people apart.

When Emperor Zhao saw the sacrifices made by these powerful men, his lips moved but he said nothing in the end.

This is a sacrifice for the country, a tragic one.

And in the face of the national war, he had no way to blame the enemy for their cruelty.

But the endless hatred growing in my heart cannot be concealed.

Even he would do the same when the time came.

"kill!"

Emperor Zhao could only let his army continue fighting.

At this moment, the Great Five Elements Battle Formation suppressed the air, and the five giant tripods formed a powerful territory, rotating in a circular arc, pulling in batches of strong men and crushing them to death.

The Tiangang Sword Formation erupted again, and although the swordsman was even stronger, it was still difficult to block it.

If it was a normal war, if they suffered heavy losses, they would retreat to heal their wounds.

But at this time, it doesn’t matter whether to retreat or not.

Lin Canglan stared at the battle situation with a serious expression.

The battlefield has not completely collapsed, but its maintenance is entirely at the cost of lives.

"Something's wrong."

Lin Canglan frowned.

"What's wrong?"

A legend asked.

"The fighting power of the Qian army."

Lin Canglan said.

They were confused when they heard this, so they asked, "We admit that the Qian army is very powerful, especially in the first two battles, where a large number of our elite soldiers died. Otherwise, how could this be possible?"

"The Qian army is very different from before. This change should be due to the ascension of Emperor Qian."

Lin Canglan said.

The combat effectiveness of the Qian army, whether it is ordinary soldiers or strong men, has become much stronger, completely different from before.

Moreover, the excessive number of legendary artifacts also caused heavy casualties in the battle.

Emperor Qian!

The strong men of Zhao State were silent.

Because of this mysterious man.

In the past, although Qian’s national strength was much stronger than theirs, it had not yet formed an absolutely overwhelming advantage.

But when that man ascended the throne and became emperor, everything changed. The Qian Kingdom possessed extremely terrifying strength, even a crushing force.

Bai Qi was also under that man's command.

"We have no way out, we can only fight to the death!"

Their expressions suddenly became ferocious.

And this moment.

More troops rushed out, countless of them charged forward, and they didn't care even if they were moths to a flame.

No matter they are ordinary soldiers or strong men, their only wish is to stop the Qian army.

The fighting continues.

Zhao's battlefield was being compressed.

The power has already spread to the capital.

Bai Qi had a blank expression on his face; his eyes were cold and deep, as if creating an abyss that could pull everything into his soul.

He looked at the battlefield.

Knowing that the Qian army was also suffering casualties.

But these are sacrifices that must be made.

In a great war, he could only achieve greater feats at the expense of a few people.

And on the battlefield, in the torn deep trenches, rivers of blood were gathering.

Bai Qi wanted to condense and create a real gate of hell, devouring all life, so as to drag all of Zhao's strength into the abyss of death.

(End of this chapter)