Wang Sanniang was almost desperate, she almost closed her eyes, she couldn't bear to witness this tragic scene.

But the next moment, in her pupils, a flame bloomed like a lotus, and the man and horse who were submerged in the golden rain were like the legendary phoenix reborn in the golden rain.

Golden arrows, white snow, red fire.

In the fierce conflict, the snow covering the land shattered, the golden rain of arrows began to fail, and the red flames, which seemed to be the weakest, burned more and more.

Now, Wang Sanniang finally knows why Ghost Cry has such confidence.

She knew that ghosts cried quickly, but she didn't expect it to be so fast. Each knife was as fast as lightning, and even the blade of the knife rubbed against the air, igniting a fire. The flames soared, and the melting snow melted the golden rain that fell from the sky.

She knew that the big dark horse was fast, but she never thought that the big dark horse could be so fast. Carrying a person, still walking like flying, the strong thighs drove the four hooves up and down, and in the sound of the horse's hooves of the vast thunder, it was like a raging wind passing through, raging and rampant.

Devil May Cry itself is very strong, and with the big dark horse, it is even stronger.

The gold of the sky, splitting the head and covering the face. Hundreds of arrows were aimed at them.

However, the horses were so fast that most of the arrows I could not catch up with them, and were thrown behind me as fast as they could, and one by one they slanted into the earth, their tail feathers fluttering. The knife was too fast, and before the arrow could hit the man, it was cut off in the air, swept away by the wind, and engulfed in flames.

In the end, a few arrows finally hit Ghost Cry and pierced the big gun, however, these few arrows were only deliberately let go by Ghost Cry, the reason was naturally that they couldn't threaten Ghost Cry at all.

The golden light exploded, sparks splattered, and the golden arrows slammed into the thin scale armor that was like black jade flakes connected, and then, the head broke and bled out, and was mercilessly bounced away and broken.

The golden rain of arrows faded, and in the end, only a few extradermal abrasions could be hung on Ghost Cry's body, but the wounds were covered with a golden halo, which was not eye-catching.

Wang Sanniang just breathed a sigh of relief, and then, she saw hundreds of Arhat King Kong rushing out of the city cave, like a golden wave tide, surging to overturn the small boat of the ghost cry.

This kind of majesty, Wang Sanniang saw it for the first time, and she held her breath nervously.

In fact, Wang Sanniang's insight is definitely not small.

After all, it's been 400 years of life, what kind of people haven't seen it?

Even if it's a war, I've encountered it.

But after all, this place is too remote, even if it is a military disaster or a man-made disaster, it is also hundreds of rebels and bandits, tattered, dusty, how can it not be compared with the Arhat in front of him.

Although these arhats tend to be thin and thin, and their clothes are only simple cloth robes, they are not mighty, but when they hold instruments in their hands, their bodies are glowing with golden light, and the troops are lined up in a neat and orderly formation, coupled with the tall King Kong mixed in them, their power instantly multiplied tenfold.

But so what!

The ghost cried undaunted, and let out a long howl.

The long howl is mighty and majestic, and for a time a long howl even confronts the solemn Buddha sound.

Wang Sanniang was nervous, her heart was pounding, and then, she opened her mouth wide, completely stunned.

In the pupils, the ghost cries like a thousand, quite a peerless warrior's demeanor.

In front of a large number of Arhats, his originally small body instantly became tall, even if he was a giant standing up to the sky.

Soon, however, the style of painting changed.

The big black horse twisted his waist enchantingly, his speed remained the same, but the direction turned fifty or sixty degrees.

All of a sudden, it turned from a rampage to an oblique slash, instantly avoiding the edge of the golden wave, and cutting off one of its corners.

The big black horse galloped like the wind, and the long knife in the hand of the ghost cry that was originally burned red by the flames shook and instantly returned to its original appearance, like frost and snow.

The long knife was horizontally at his side, and with a slight wave, so, with a bang, golden blood fluttered happily, and several big heads fell to the ground in unison.

The contact with this group of Arhats was fleeting, and when Ghost Cry had already run out of the big black horse for five or six feet, they reacted slowly and turned the head of the gun.

And at this moment, the big black horse actually relied on his strong body and python-like flexibility, forcibly turned around, changed directions, and rushed to kill again.

With Devil Cry's skillful riding skills, it was like a hot knife cutting butter, and in an instant, another piece was cut off, and several big heads rolled on the ground.

The corpse fell, the golden light dissipated, and it returned to its original appearance. The extraordinary has become ordinary, and death is so fair and the same for everyone.

Ghost Cry's chest heaved and he gasped slightly, and the worry in his heart was put down.

When he saw this group of arhats, he was shocked. The reason why they were frightened was not because of the large number of Arhats, but because they cooperated so tacitly that they could be said to have behaved consistently.

With such a cooperation, I am afraid that only the most elite army in the world, the old Qin army, can be compared with it.

However, when it came time to actually fight, Devil Cry found that they did surpass most armies, but there was still a line away from the ace division of a country.

They do behave consistently, but the cooperation is not as perfect as imagined.

If the cooperation between the old Qin army is like the cooperation between the left and right hands, then the cooperation between the arhats is like the cooperation of the two right hands.

Ruyi is indeed the same, but there is also a different kind of awkwardness, the strong place does appear stronger, but the weakness has not been made up for in the slightest.

In the face of others, it is good to say, the advantages are enough to cover up the shortcomings, but in the face of ghost crying, the shortcomings are particularly obvious and fatal. Such a cooperation is completely sorry for their figure.

At the same time, it was that thin line that allowed Devil May Cry to find their weak point.

The real army is a combination of infantry and horsemen, and it is a complement of far and near.

And these in front of him, there is no cavalry at all, and the complementarity between distance and near is also very blunt.

These shortcomings are simply fatal.

Both the big dark horse and the ghost cry are all veterans of the battlefield, especially the big dark horse, the career on the battlefield is many times more than the ghost cry, and the experience is terrifying.

With its help, coupled with the fact that the Devil Cry's knife is really fast, it is easy to grasp the weaknesses of the Arhat Army, and beat them to death.

The big black horse was happily spreading, the ghost crying knife became more and more relaxed, and the Luohan army was cut off layer after layer again and again. But instead of learning a lesson, they still stubbornly lined up according to their previous platoon to meet Ghost Cry.

This is their own weakness. They themselves are just a collection of memories plus a strong lump of meat, and they don't have much learning ability at all, and the strain is simply worrying.

As a result, it seems to be very iron-headed. It hit the south wall and hit it again and again.

However, without cavalry, it is impossible to catch up with Ghost Cry. The archers in charge of the distance behaved stiffly and only knew how to shoot arrows on the walls.

As a result, he was quickly beaten to pieces by Devil Cry.

One man and one horse, shuttling back and forth, roaring wildly.

This scene, Wang Sanniang's heart was broken. At the same time, it feels familiar.

I thought about it for a long time before I remembered.

yes, isn't this just like the experience of teasing snakes when she was a child?

With his own agility, he left one wound after another on the serpent's body. The big snake is sluggish, so she can only gather her body and hold her head high, but she always finds a flaw easily.

When the wounds accumulate and the strength is exhausted, it is when the serpent dies in the toying.