The Journey of the Dimensional Warrior

Not only because it was hot, but also because she felt wronged in her heart. After all, Long Sanyuan had never suffered such a serious crime since she was a child, even though she voluntarily.

And when she cries, she can produce dragon's tears, which is a precious treasure for healing and saving people. Every now and then, there are specially responsible aquariums to collect dragon's tears, and then send them to the wounded barracks behind.

The continuous delivery of Dragon's Tears made old man Feng and the other generals stare wide-eyed, and their jaws were almost dislocated. This was a rare treasure with a price but no market in the past.

Normally, this tear of the dragon would cost 500 million taels of silver, but now it was fed to the wounded soldiers like jelly beans. I have to say, this battle was really extravagant.

As for Long Sanyuan's elder brothers, after hearing the grievance-filled cries of his younger sister from behind, all of these guys were furious, their eyes were about to burst, and they opened their mouths as if countless buffs had been blessed in an instant. Turned on the crazy unparalleled mode, shouted 'Ola Ola Ola' and rushed towards the demon. All the dragon's self-cultivation etiquette in the past were crushed and thrown into the trash can.

How dare you bully our sister, brothers, don't talk about it, copy the guy and fuck him!

This situation makes people really want to scold after seeing it: Damn you sister-in-law!

Feng Xueyang held a spear and led the soldiers who followed her to form an army formation firmly on the front line. The weapon in her hand was selected from the Feng family's arsenal. As the weapon used by Li Xueyang when guarding the border.

At this time, Feng Xueyang, who has recovered the memory of his previous life, is even more comfortable using his ice snow spear. Although the effect of the cold energy he wields is not as strong as that of Tu Shan Yaya, it can also slightly slow down the speed of the monsters and relieve the army formation. pressure.

Feng Moli, who was on the other side, was also holding a long spear, but this young master's spear skills were very wide open and close. When the tip of the spear flicked, there were seven or eight spear marks. The dark and heavy spear was covered with blood. There was also a lot of blood dripping from the armor on his body, and his blood-soaked eyes were ferocious, like a demon descending from the earth, he swung his big gun and roared to kill the next demon.

As time passed, the coalition forces that had the upper hand began to be overwhelmed by the monsters. Although the frontlines of Tushan, Longgong and Nanguo were still strong, the Daomeng and the empire were on the verge of collapse.

Most of the casualties in the ordinary army, although the elite squad has not lost many members, even Feng Moli, who is known as the No. .

Looking at the endless demon army in front of them, countless people began to shake in their hearts: "Do we really have any hope of winning this war?"

As if sensing the change in the surrounding atmosphere, Feng Moli slammed the big gun in his hand, straightened his neck, raised his head and shouted with all the strength in his body: "Would you say that you have no clothes? I'm in the same robe as you. The king Master Yu Xing, repair my spear. I have the same hatred with you!"

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Chapter 370 Let's Love Again in the Next Life

Feng Moli's shouting voice was full of fearlessness and bravery, and the loud voice spread far away, allowing the decadent soldiers around to hear the words and phrases chanted by the young man. The figure in black clothes and black armor stood proudly at the forefront of the army formation with his spine straight, with the bones of countless monsters laying down at his feet, and the tragic air rushed towards his face.

"Would you say Wuyi? Same with Zi. Wang Yuxing master, repair my spear and halberd. Work together with Zi!" Feng Moli's roar continued, and in conjunction with the murderous aura that had not dissipated from him, it made the original a little The shaken soldiers regained their composure.

They raised their hands and straightened their helmets, tidied up the messy armor, held the standard weapons tightly in their hands, raised their heads and chests, and gathered neatly behind Feng Moli. The broken army formation was laid out again, although The comrades who stood by their side may not be there anymore, but they still feel fearless.

Yes, fight for your country, die without regret!

"Is there no clothes? I wear the same clothes as you. Wang Yuxing division, repair my armored soldiers. Walk with you!" Feng Moli's soldiers followed their leader and shouted together, and the loud and solemn voice spread to other surrounding positions superior.

Let the rest of the noisy barracks be quiet, listen carefully, and then stand up solemnly, feeling ashamed of their previous cowardice, and their firm eyes are no different, echoing Feng Moli's The camp also began to roar the song "No Clothes".

Look at the comrades-in-arms who have shared joys and sorrows for countless days and nights. These are brothers who can trust their backs and life and death. ?

At this moment, there is no fear in their hearts!

Human beings, this race has many shortcomings and inferior roots, but whenever a moment that threatens the life and death of the entire race appears, there will always be countless heroes who are not afraid of death. Even if they sacrifice themselves, they must turn the tide and open up for mankind A path of hope to the future.

After the regrouped monsters passed through the waves, they came to the front of the defense lines again, and the strength of this wave of Yao Mi's army was incomparable to that of the previous group, and there was not a single low-level The monsters are all made up of intermediate and high-level monsters.

Feng Xueyang shouted coquettishly, and drew a half-arc with the ice spear in her hand to repel the rushing mid-level monsters, commanding the surrounding soldiers to try to divide and encircle the monsters, so that ten people could deal with one monster.

This is the best formation after fighting the demons for a period of time. There are many low- and mid-level ascetics and monsters on the continent that has not yet recovered their vitality. Although the high-level ones cannot be said to be rare, they are definitely far less than the number of monsters. , and the monster's physical fitness is more perverted than that of monsters, and its recovery speed is comparable to super-speed regeneration, so if you want to kill it, you must kill it with one hit, or you will wait to be consumed alive.

Blood and broken limbs were all over the ground, and the eyes were full of the bones of colleagues Weihan. The soldiers in the front row fell, and the soldiers in the back immediately stepped on the corpses, holding back the tears from the corners of their eyes and raised their swords towards the soldiers. The monsters slashed and killed, and the last roar before dying was heard one after another. Even at the risk of being torn apart by the monsters, some people took the initiative to hug the monsters with their bodies just to create an excellent attack opportunity for their comrades. .

Even though the soldiers use their lives, even if they are disabled, they would rather die than retreat, and even directly attract the thunder talisman they carry with them to pounce on the monster, even if they die, they will cause damage to the opponent, but the absolute difference in strength is not exuberant. Morale can make up for it, and the retreating front has already indicated the tilting direction of the balance.

"Tsk, is there no way to save it?" Feng Moli was still fighting at the forefront. As one of the few high-level ascetics, the number of low-level monsters who died under his hands was beyond count, and there were even many intermediate-level monsters. And now the opponent he is facing is a high-level monster.

Lien Chan, who has not rested for several hours, is now at the end of his strength, but Feng Moli did not choose to retreat, he raised his big gun to meet the monster's cold gaze, and murmured in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Princess Junlu. The hatred of killing your father is irreconcilable, I may not be able to go back alive this time, maybe Beishan Demon Emperor Shi Kuan is your best destination!"

Feng Moli had already known from Tu Shanhonghong and other monsters that the princess was the one who was destined to renew the relationship with the demon emperor during the period when Shangguan Junlu was poisoned and comatose. Feng Moli quickly looked away.

No one can take what should be his, and can’t keep what shouldn’t be him. Everything will be as it should be. If the princess chooses me in the end, she will be happy. Even if she doesn’t choose herself, he will give it to her. Blessings, after all, before being married by Shangguan Xingye, he always regarded Princess Junlu, who was one year younger than him, as his younger sister.

On a certain night a few days ago, Shi Kuan avoided all the secret sentries and came to look for him in the military tent at night. The tall man full of strong aura bowed to him very solemnly and begged him to do so. Treat Jun Lu well, saying that I have done a lot of wrong things to be ashamed of her, and I am ashamed to see Princess Jun Lu again.

"General Shi, Feng has no chance to be married to Her Highness the Princess in this life, I will leave the rest to you, don't die!" Feng Moli looked at Shi Kuan and Fan Yunfei in the sky, flashing quickly around the demon leader Said from the back, and then rushed towards his opponent with a gun.

His father, Feng Shijin, was said to have died at the hands of a high-ranking demon. Although he didn't know if it was this one, let's treat it as it now!

The demon roared with an unpleasant voice, and raised its slender arms to sweep towards Feng Moli's big gun. The two collided and made a crisp sound of metal colliding, and the sharp tip of the gun scratched on the demon's iron body. There was a series of sparks, leaving behind a series of white marks.

"Enough! Beast, let's see if you can catch this move, Rainstorm Pear Spear!"

Feng Moli's spear points were connected, his strong arm quickly retracted like a spring, and he swung out a phantom at an extreme speed. In an instant, thousands of afterimages of gun points appeared in the air and pierced towards the demon. And the monster never backed away, its arms waved like a windmill to defend itself tightly.

On the other side, Feng Xueyang, who is also a leader in the army, also encountered high-level monsters' sniper attacks, because apart from Tu Shan Yaya and Huan Du Luolan, the two siblings killed the most monsters in their hands. If you pay attention, there will be ghosts. Although monsters don't like to use their brains, it doesn't mean they are stupid.

Feng Xueyang, whose cultivation base was in the same position as Feng Moli, retreated from the soldiers under his command who wanted to come forward to help (death), and chose to fight alone with the monsters. Facing monsters with such strength, wheel battles or wars of attrition are all the same. Nonsense, such a silly thing as fueling tactics, coming from a family of generals, she wouldn't do it.

Although the soldiers were very worried, they still obeyed the command of the general unconditionally, and transferred to another place to continue to deal with the junior and intermediate monsters. Feng Xueyang, who had no allies by his side, injected all the spiritual energy into the ice spear, The Binglingxue Spear, which was shining with faint blue light, was very cold, displaying the true power of the magic weapon.

"Come on! Let me try, my old lady, whether your claws are the hardest or my Ice General's spear is the hardest!"

With the entry of high-level demons into the battle, both human and monster masters are entangled. Wang Quan Wuji and other elites of the Yaohuntang are good at fighting alone. At this time, they have taken over the greatest pressure on the battlefield. Handing over the command to the deputy, they left the military tent where they were sitting and rushed to the front line. They were the only ones who could stop the high-level monsters.

"Hahahaha, my lord, this wave is not bad!" Feng Moli laughed on his back with his mouth open, spitting out blood and pieces of internal organs. His abdomen was pierced through, and his intestines spilled all over the floor. It seemed that he would not survive. up.

But his opponent had already died one step ahead of him. The dark spear pierced the inner alchemy in the demon's body. To the demon, this inner alchemy is like a human heart or brain. Anyone who is seriously injured will die. It's just that the location of each monster inner alchemy is different, which adds countless troubles.

"Father! Son, I will avenge you!"

After yelling these words with the last strength in his body, Feng Moli fell on his back to the ground, looking at the gray sky, his eyes gradually lost his focus, and he lost his breath.

Feng Xueyang was also forced into a desperate situation by the demon, the ice spear in her hand was severely damaged in the confrontation battle, and the wooden gun body had already appeared cracks, but she still did not intend to give up.