Bloody wolf smoke!

This impact triggered the barracks' qi and blood array, and the camp moved like thunder.

This large array was suppressed by the aftermath of order, and the qi and blood covering it was pressed back, but now these few qi and blood wolf smoke rushed up, which actually made the large array regain its majesty and push the aftermath of order out!

In the barracks, Xiao Jian and Yang Zhong had just gotten rid of the depression in their hearts, and before they had time to take a breath, they saw several figures standing in the center of the martial arts training ground-

It was Maishan Hou Xiaolan and Xu Lao, Yuan Xing, Lu Zhen and others, their muscles and bones trembled, their vitality, qi and blood rushed out of the pores, intertwined, condensed like substance, turned into surging blood mist, condensed into a stream of qi and blood wolf smoke, and rushed into the sky!

On that day, there was a piece of paper fluttering, and lines of blood words appeared on the paper, which was a sentence of the art of war, constantly changing, line by line, as if people were reading, every time a sentence was born, the previous sentence would jump out of the paper and scatter around.

Gradually, a faint artistic conception spread, slowly infecting the entire barracks.

In the barracks, columns of words also appeared on the account tables of each camp, describing the characteristics and functions of each camp.

Subsequently, as if affected by the qi and blood of Xiao Lan and others, all the soldiers also had their thin qi and blood being dragged and gathered, carrying confidence and thoughts, condensed into martial thoughts, ascended to the past, gathered around Qiu Yan, condensed into strength, and exploded, allowing him to break through the blockade of the power of order, stretch his body, and then take a volley and fly towards the hill.

"Huh?" On the top of the hill, the hanging Zuo Xian King showed a look of surprise and narrowed his eyes, "I see. You want to unite the strength of the people to deal with me, the art of war is cloudy, and the one who wants the same up and down wins, you are taking the opportunity of me to suppress the barracks, attracting the Maishan Marquis of Dingchang City, and then gathering the strength of everyone......"

The sound came out, like a gentle wind and drizzle, and it was not scattered, and it all entered Qiu Yan's ears.

But as he spoke, King Zuo Xian's words changed: "It's a pity." Even if you are extremely smart, you can rely on the war, tactics, and tactics in the art of war classics to get the recognition of a soldier's order, and you have never really led a soldier after all, even if you attract the thoughts and blood of everyone in this barracks, you will not respond on the spot, and you will not be the opponent of this king after all!"

As the words fell, he raised his arm and waved. There were surging thoughts of qi and blood flying from the depths of the grassland, and it was the martial arts and blood of the people who controlled the strings of the Rouluo Division under his command gathered over!

As soon as these Wu Nian came to the place, they did not stay, and rose up with the body of King Zuo Xian. Fly towards the sky!

In the sky, the wind dispersed, and the high mountain peaks crushed the tornado column and fell. Its momentum was violent, like the heavenly pillar tilting, causing chaos among the people in Dingchang City. There is a feeling that the sky is falling, and a catastrophe is coming!

The scene was about to be chaotic, but before the shouts could last, the mountain peak slowly turned into nothingness, disintegrated into countless brilliance, and flew into the sky again, gathering around Qiu Yan, making his robe hunt.

Today, Qiu Yan's robe and hair are flying, holding a scroll in one hand and a pen in the other, stepping in the air, surrounded by the blood left by the three Hu people, and there is a remnant of aura, like an ink painting.

After the mountain peaks and the wind dissipated, the figure in the sky became particularly eye-catching, and it was the scene of Qiu Yan stepping in the air, and the people in the city and the barracks saw it clearly.

"That person seems to be Qiu Xiu!"

"Yes, it's Qiu Yan, how could he volley into the void? Isn't this a monk's method?"

"Monk! Qiu Yan is a monk! The rumors are true! Speaking of which, he is really a man of the Taoist sect, but he has even won the title of champion, what is going on? Could it be that the emperor and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were deceived by him?"

Everyone in the city didn't know much about Qiu Yan, they were just shocked, but the members of the envoys inside and outside the post station immediately recognized him after seeing his fluttering robes.

When Meng Qingbin, Di Ai and the others saw it, they were stunned at first, and then their hearts were filled with joy, they glanced at each other, tacitly, and their thoughts turned.

On the other side, in the barracks outside the city, it was a different scene.

"Huh, isn't that the champion who has just entered the camp?

"Legend has it that the champions are all the reincarnations of Wenqu Xing, like gods, what does it matter if they can ride the clouds?"

"Was the scene just now made by the champion Gong?"

These thoughts flashed in the hearts of the soldiers, but immediately following their field of vision, there was an additional figure, and it was the Zuo Xian King who controlled the blood cloud and rushed over!

For this King of Rouluo Zuoxian, there was no one in the barracks who didn't know him, even if he hadn't seen a real person, he had all seen the portrait, and when he saw this scene, he immediately became noisy.

In the past, when he was fighting with the border army, he often used order oppression to break the blood of the army and open up gaps, so that the Hu monks could get a short time to shoot, so the soldiers who died did not know how many, and he had already become the most hated figure in the border army.

"It's this Hu Chief again!"

"In this way, this person caused the tornado just now!"

"That's right, what kind of demon method did he use to suppress the military formation, and then he shot to hurt people, just like he did before, but this time it seems that he didn't get his wish!"

"The mountain that crushed the tornado, could it be that the champion was recruited by the champion?

The talk gradually spread, which made the minds of many soldiers change, and the thoughts and qi and blood that had been impacted have changed as a result, becoming more and more firm and majestic!

A little more recognition of Qiu Yan!

The knife licks the blood, and whoever can stand up for them will naturally be respected!

After the change, under the guidance of Xiao Lan and others, the changed qi and blood martial arts soared into the air, followed Qiu Yan's fingers, and integrated into the military order!

The order shook violently, gathered at Qiu Yan's feet and spun, like a layer of blood clouds, spinning into a vortex.

On the opposite side, King Zuo Xian also attracted the martial thoughts and qi and blood of his own tribe, integrated into the offensive order, waved his hand, and the order turned into a continuous blood cloud, in which the banner was unfurled, and the soldiers wearing armor appeared one after another, holding knives and guns, and straddled horses and bows!

"Even if you have a thorough understanding of the art of war, it's okay to be a staff member, but on this front line facing this king, you can only drink hatred, look at my soldiers and horses, I don't know if you make the formation?"

When the words fell, he waved his hand again, and immediately there were arrows rushing out of the offensive blood cloud, flying all over the sky, dense like rain, pointing directly at Qiu Yan!

In each arrow, there is a ripple of order, wrapped in martial thoughts, in terms of sharpness, it is a few points stronger than the real sword soldier!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Such a scene made everyone in the camp and the city watching from a distance couldn't help but gasp and feel the sense of oppression brought by the order of the soldiers.

Qiu Yan, who bore the brunt of the attack, stood on top of the cloud vortex, facing many arrows, just shook his head and said: "I have also led the army for more than half a year, and I have been fighting every night, and there is no day to stop, how do you know that I can't put up a military formation?"

These people are also covered in blood, after appearing, they all turned their heads, looked at the arrows in the sky, and raised an arm in unison, and there was a shield hanging on the arm in front of him, the shield and shield were connected, layer upon layer, enveloping Qiu Yan, looking from a distance, the cloud vortex turned into a tight shell, distributed with fine "scales", each piece is a shield!

Smack!

The rain of arrows fell, and the arrows hit the shield, marking the sparks of the stars, making a crisp sound, but they could not penetrate, at most leaving a little trace on the shield!

"Huh? It's kind of adaptable. Zuo Xianwang narrowed his eyes, waved his arms forward at the same time, and the soldiers condensed by martial arts and order around him moved, rushed out of the clouds, and there were wisps of cloud qi wrapped around him, and in the process of impact, the clouds slowly turned into war horses, carrying the generals, carrying the offensive order, and impacting the past, like a galloping torrent, across the sky.

The surrounding aura was rushed like this, and they retreated one after another, and even with a lot of magical aura sent from afar, they all hurriedly retreated, and they were all dispersed-

These breaths were the actions of monks who wanted to probe the truth after perceiving the changes outside Dingchang City.

However, as soon as the order is moved, all evils are cleared, and it is more direct than the spirit of the sages, leaving no place for personal transcendence, and this exploration will not be possible after all.

In the distance, in the mountains and in the city, there are Shinto thoughts rising out, and the mountain god and the city god look at the scene of the battle between the "two armies" in the sky, and their faces are gloomy.

"The humane order of this Donghua Continent has grown up more and more, and if it goes on like this, when will it be possible for Shinto to rise again?"

The two divine thoughts were staggered in the air, so as to talk, and suddenly, the two gods were stunned, and felt that there was a faint fluctuation of alien divine power in Dingchang City.

"Huh, there are foreign gods here, why didn't I notice it before? This fluctuation of divine power, the aura of the Dharma contained in it, similar to the mountains and rivers, and a little scorching feeling, which god has descended?"

And the two gods intermingled their thoughts, and they went down into the city to search carefully.

But at this moment, there was a sudden split in the sky, but it was the two orders that combined many martial thoughts, and the two armies formed finally met together, the king of Zuo Xian attacked, and Qiu Yan lined up to guard, and the two sides rushed to kill.

On the surface, it is a rush of soldiers and horses, but on another level, it is the two orders that squeeze each other, to cover each other and integrate into themselves!

Although Qiu Yan's foundation is unstable, now there are Xiao Lan and others, leading a town of soldiers to help, and occupying the location of Darui, backed by the Central Plains city, which can be described as a favorable location and people, in order to make up for some gaps.

King Zuo Xian also understood this reason, but secretly sneered.

"This fight and conquest has never been limited to the battlefield, the ambush soldier is also the most important, this person used the situation to attack the heart, and now I want to use that chess piece to shake his geographical advantage!

When the thought fell, the man reached out and pointed to the city!

Call!

But there is a soul that jumps out of the book in Qiu Yan's hand! (To be continued......)