Chapter 1395
The six saints of Ming island, standing at the front end, didn't look at Ryukyu, but turned around at the same time and shouted, "cheer me up, we haven't lost, we can still rush out..."
"Is it?" In the roar of the six saints.
A cold and cold voice that doesn't need to be heard suddenly.
In the mountains behind the soldiers and horses on the island of hell, Dugu ye, a man in silver and white armor, appeared on the top of the high mountain. He was very cold.
The sun was shining on him, stirring up a cold and cold.
The flags are displayed, the king's flag is flying, and the moment is filled in the whole side.
It's in the display.
The back road of the soldiers and horses of the underworld was cut off.
Countless proud cloud soldiers rushed out of the hidden mountains.
The broadsword, the bow, the sharp arrow went out of its sheath, and aimed at the back road of the soldiers and horses of Ming island.
There was no sound, no drums.
But the total deterrence of the extermination and the military.
But not inferior with thousands of war drums, and even had it all.
Surrounded by two sides, there was Ryukyu in front and Dugu ye in the back.
Six saints of Ming island saw this scene, standing motionless in the local area, no one spoke.
Deeply twisted eyebrows, Mu Sheng slowly raised his head and looked at the Western Hills.
It should be the place where Shang, Jiao and the two saints led their troops.
Both exits have been blocked. There should be no accident on that side.
In the eyes of Musheng.
On the Western hillside, cloud summoned a black red armor to step out slowly.
He is majestic and murderous.
The flag of snow Saint flies behind.
Just like the spring grass after the rain, it came out of the grass and occupied the whole world.
The troops and horses are arrayed in front of the long guns.
Aimed at the retreat of the two saints in Shangjiao.
The same sound did not send, but equally murderous in the sky.
The blood and hatred in the eyes of the soldiers and horses of the snow holy Kingdom have covered the sky and the earth.
It was a silent awe, a silent refusal.
Silence, real silence.
For a time, I only heard the mountain wind blowing, and the rest, there was no sound.