Daming: At the beginning, the big snow dragon rides to create a martial arts court

"One shot for me."

"it is good."

The Montenegrin old demon gave him a deep look.

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hum!

In Zhu Qiyu's body, particles came to life again.

The power of the No.11 ancient giant elephant broke out of the cocoon, followed by twelve, thirteen, fourteen, until the No.15 particle was fully awakened.

"Idols suppress the prison, Pluto returns..."

The mentality of Shenxiang's prison power flowed in his heart one by one, and the awakening of No. 15 particles made the originally saturated vitality even more saturated, and finally reached a certain level.

The liquid vitality in his whole body began to crystallize in large quantities, and also condensed into snowflake-like runes in the sea of ​​energy.

Each piece of vitality rune is exquisitely crafted, with various attributes.

His own soul seemed to have condensed into the vitality.

In the dark, the countless meridians in his body derived vitality from each, and all of them converged into the depths of the sea of ​​​​qi in the dantian, and there was a feeling of "all sources returning to the clan".

As soon as the feeling of "Wanyuan returns to the sect" arose, he immediately guided all his true energy to condense into pieces of runes in his body, and these runes condensed into a "hell melting pot".

"It's a completely different feeling."

Zhu Qiyu got up slowly.

Quietly feel the breath in the body.

With five fingers stretched out, he grasped lightly, and stabbed fiercely with the spear of Hades, like the ancient Hades, wanting to kill the most vicious demon god in the depths of hell, the breath of suppressing all demons and ghosts emanated from the spear, Behind him, an ancient idol stands between the sky and the earth, with a long nose that sucks the stars and the moon, thick limbs, suppressing the four corners of hell, and the grace of God is like a sea.

"The vast and dark world, the swaying demon god, the desolate summoning of the soul, the dense black prison..."

In the void, true qi circulated, as if someone was singing a song calling for souls with a shrill voice, a long song calling for souls, and the sound of hell moved the world.

The whole world seems to have become a hell.

Yang Qi's spear stabbed in between.

The God Elephant’s Prison-Suppressing Strength erupted, and the aura generated brought the whole hell into the world, opened the gates of hell, and released the demon gods numbering hundreds of millions of dust particles, ruling the mountains, rivers, and the earth, and the universe. .

"I'm...too strong now!"

"Sign in with pleasure!"

[Sign in successfully, congratulations for getting Hanxin]

"Han Xin?"

Zhu Qiyu was overjoyed, this is one of the most outstanding military talents in China for thousands of years, and he can even get rid of one of them.

There are only a handful of people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

In addition to Bai Qi, Li Jing, together with Han Xin, is the pinnacle of Chinese military talents.

Bing Xian Han Xin!

Han Xin leads troops, the more the better.

Just this point can reflect his awesomeness.

This is not only an idiom, a famous saying through the ages, but also a confident rhetoric.

China has been going up and down for thousands of years, and there are no more than fifteen people who are qualified and capable of claiming to be so.

Just this sentence, 90.00% of the people who led the troops were severely suppressed,

It is too difficult to lead as many troops as possible.

Commanding a war of thousands, ten thousand, or 10 people is a completely different concept from fighting with a few people.

A small thing, magnified ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times, is a big thing.Any small problem will get out of hand if it is not taken seriously.

With an army of [-], it is really difficult to lead as many troops as possible.

This is the difficulty of command.

Military command is like a pyramid. The number of people in command is directly proportional to the commanding ability of the commander. The more people in command (Dema Zhao), the higher the requirement for ability.

From ancient times to the present, there are very few people who have the ability to stand on the top of the tower.

The more the better is a state, it means that the commander's ability has broken through the limit of the number of people, breaking through the top of the pyramid, whether it is 50, 100, or [-] million, it is meaningless to the commander.

Because under the command of this commander, his soldiers will always have only one person, ordering to advance and never retreat, and ordering to go east and never go west.

Advance and retreat together, live and die together.

This is the highest state of command art.

Therefore, those who are good at leading troops and the more the better, are the real military geniuses.

Now in the entire Ming Dynasty, there is not a single military talent who can reach the level of Han Xin, and there is not even a general who is second only to the top of the pyramid, and there is no handsome talent.

In the world, maybe not.

No.

Maybe there is one.

Sui general Han captured Hu's nephew Li Jing.

Chapter 183 The man with the most idioms!

With Han Xin, wouldn't it be great to have Li Jing under his command?

Both of these two are the top ceiling in China's thousands of years of war history. Later generations can only admire, most people can only look up to, and only a few of the few can touch this ceiling. over this ceiling.

Han Xin appeared in front of Zhu Qiyu, wearing a loose black robe. Although the robe was loose, it could not conceal his vigorous body. Looking closer, he was tall and big, with long chest and legs, and big ears.

Standing on the ground gives people a feeling of stability like a mountain.

"Chen Han Xin, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

Han Xin bowed and saluted. His voice was extremely low, with a typical subwoofer, whether it was his voice or his figure, it gave people a very reliable feeling.

Looking at him, Zhu Qiyu's face was a little strange, thinking of the idiom derived from him:

Invincible...National warriors are invincible...A meal is worth a thousand gold...The more the better...Ambush on ten sides...A fight to the bottom...Battle the flag and change the flag...Put death and live...Ming the plank road, secretly crossing the old warehouse...

Soldiers are immortals and gods... the humiliation of the crotch... undressing and pushing the food... the martingale... the master of merit... the friendship between gold and stone... being alone... a little out of the world... unrewarded work... the courage of the common man... …

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The benevolence of a woman... Introduce the old to bring forth the new... The Three Masters of the Honored Crown... Conquer the merits and abilities... False wandering in the clouds and dreams... A fool who thinks a lot will surely gain something; Room disaster...

Success is Xiao He, failure is Xiao He... a confidant in life and death, two wives in life and death...

Looking at China for thousands of years, no one can create so many idioms in a lifetime like Han Xin...

It is because he is a soldier fairy and a military ceiling, so these idioms can be passed down and remembered by people.

"Han Xin got it... Li Jing thinks of a way to get it... By the way, Yue Fei is still in the Southern Song Dynasty..."

"Sun Wuwei Huo, Han Bai and Li Yue, tsk, is it possible to gather three of the eight military ceilings?"

Zhu Qiyu couldn't help but feel secretly refreshed when he thought of the day when he gathered all the famous generals.

I seem to be a little addicted to collecting famous generals.

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huh~~~

A figure fluttered down, walked on the water, and walked towards a small boat in the middle of the river.

The river is slanting under the moonlight, and the moonlight is shining. One person stands on the boat with his hands behind his back, (cgcb) staring at the people walking in the water.

The people on the boat showed a mysterious smile, and said lightly: "I really didn't expect that the old Black Mountain demon would come to join in the fun."

"Are you from the Long family? Or from the Tong family?"

The Black Mountain old demon frowned slightly, feeling the evil aura of this person: "The Dragon God Art is a family-inherited skill of the Long clan, and only the Tong clan and the Long clan have inherited this martial art..."

Speaking of this, his heart moved slightly, thinking of a legendary person.

"Ha ha……"

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect the old demon of Montenegro to know so much about these two hidden families, but you are wrong, the old man is not a member of these two families, but a person who was expelled from the house."

"It's really you..."

The black mountain old demon's eyes moved: "Immortal Yin Zhong!"

"You actually know the old man's name?"

The middle-aged man turned to understand: "However, the Seven Killing Demon Palace has been passed down for thousands of years, so it doesn't seem so strange to know the old man's name, hehe... Immortal... Immortal wretch..."

The black mountain old demon was shocked, a person who was only recorded in the classics appeared alive.

"Don't worry, I am neither enemy nor friend, I just happened to appear here, what do you want to do, I will not disturb you..."

"hope so!"

The Montenegro old demon flicked his sleeves, let out a cold snort, soared into the sky, and disappeared from Yin Zhong's sight.

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"The monks of Shaolin Temple and Jingnian Temple almost found Zhu Wushi together! The two sides are confronting each other!"

The news exploded, and thousands of martial arts practitioners rushed over as quickly as possible.

Daming, Southern Song Dynasty, Northern Song Dynasty, Meng Yuan, Dali, Xixia, Turkic, Liao, Goguryeo, all masters who are interested in fairy fate have come.

In the valley, Shaolin Temple is headed by Xuanci, while Jingnian Temple is headed by Liaokong. There are four holy monks. The so-called four monks are all empty, but there is no such thing here, and some are just murderous and tense.

Both sides are afraid of facing each other and dare not make a move easily, but they are unwilling to give up the fairy fate.

Zhu Wushi hugged Keke and fanned the flames: "Okay, anyway, I'm tired of running, the whole world is chasing me, everyone is betraying their relatives, I can't run anymore, so I just don't run."

"But no one will generously share the fairy fate."

"Shaolin Temple wants it, Jingnian Temple also wants it, who should I give it to?"

Xuanci looked at the cute little beast in Zhu Wushi's arms with fiery eyes. He saw with his own eyes that Zhu Wushi was seriously injured, but under the treatment of the little beast, he was able to recover in an instant.

This kind of magical ability is not what "Xianyuan" is!

"Brother Liao Kong, if this goes on, it will only benefit others. How about taking down Zhu Wushi together, and discussing with you and me after we leave this place?"

Seeing that it is not an option to persist like this, Xuanci opened his mouth and said.

Zhao Kong nodded, he practiced silent meditation, so he couldn't speak, he knew in his heart that there are too many people coveting immortality, Shaolin Temple and Jingnian Temple just took the lead, and a large number of masters will come soon.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

More ants killed the elephant.

Besides, they are not elephants, and those martial arts masters are not ants.

Suddenly, a desolate and chilling atmosphere filled the world, and the grass in the valley fell like a sword, falling towards the person who appeared, as if worshiping the king in the sword.

Klang, clang, clang!

The swords of almost all the sword bearers were trembling violently, as if they were about to come out of their scabbards and soar into the sky.

"Which sword master is here?"

The two sides were terrified, and there were very few people in the whole world who could attract thousands of swords to return to the sect.

The next moment, all the green grass rose from the ground, intersected with each other, and gathered into dozens of swords like swords.

"Dugu seeks defeat!"

The source of Xuanci's sword intent was Dugu Qiubai, an old man with white beard and hair in a long gray robe.

At this moment, his whole body is like a sword, his eyebrows are like a sword, his hair is like a sword, his eyes are like a sword, and every part of his body is as sharp as a sword.

Sword Demon!

Solitary begging for defeat!