A Weird Theater That Started In London

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No one refuted the words of the khaki villain.

Because, after the river hit the mountain, it became more turbid, carrying more debris, and the speed became faster and the destructive power was obviously far greater than before.

And it's coming from all directions.

Onishimazu slashed continuously, slashing out a terrifying blade after another, protecting the samurai under his command.

Although those warriors were not as powerful as him, they were better than the large number of people. Qi Qi's actions did briefly curb the flood's momentum.

But what if it takes a long time?

The plan is done!

The Tiger King, who looked at this place from afar, was delighted.

However, Lu Xinli knew that this method could cause some trouble to the Satsuma Legion, but it could not destroy it.

Just as he expected.

After a while, Onishimazu saw that the situation was not right, and the rivers around him continued to flow, and immediately roared.

The ghostly shadow of the demon god, which was already breathtaking, rose again, and even the area where she was standing began to bulge.

Seeing this, those Japanese warlocks stopped doing those thankless things, and began to manipulate the leylines, raising the terrain, and trying to get out of the flooded area.

The mountain **** has the authority to control the leylines, so he should be the one to fight against it, but changing the general trend of the entire Suxing Ridge and maintaining the status quo is too much effort and magic, and he can only sit on the sidelines.

And Lu Li is not a stake.

Qing Ji moved the magic art, and the waves rolled up like a heavenly punishment, and took pictures of the area where the Satsuma samurai was located.

At a critical moment, the demon **** phantom came into play again, using his body as a shield to block it.

Before Yoshihiro Shimazu could relax, the next moment, another huge wave was set off.

Every time a critical moment, the legion commander will take care of it, but the warriors have been shrouded in shadows many times, and it is inevitable that fear will arise in their hearts.

"It's hard to imagine what it would be like to get involved."

"Death, no accident."

Hearing the whispers that came into his ears, Shimadzu Toyohisa bent his bow and shot an arrow, aiming the arrow cluster at the yellow little man with a mysterious origin.

"Sine."

The voice was suppressed in the throat.

Almost at the same time, a stream of light flew straight towards Lu Li, and by locking the Qi machine, it was impossible to avoid it.

In fact, as the victim, Lu Li didn't want to hide at all. He gently waved the war spear in his hand the size of an embroidery needle.

A gleam of blood appeared.

Easily break through Shimadzu's long-established attack.

Because the whole process seemed to be too light-hearted, Feng Jiu felt that it was difficult to save face.

Last night, the Ming army colluded with evildoers to attack the camp.

First the tiger demon, and then the handsome monk, ignoring him one after another, and now even a scumbag little guy who is not much bigger than a fly has to provoke himself.

The more Shimadzu thought about it, the more angry he became. He bent the bow and arrows again, and the three arrows were aimed at Qingji in the shape of a character.

The moment the fingers were released, the bowstring swayed wildly, obviously using a lot of strength.

The samurai standing next to him could see clearly that the treasure bow, which was made with the meridians of the beast and the special craftsmanship, almost broke from it.

Now, the unidentified monster can't survive, right?

Forgive the ignorance of the Japanese.

They don't recognize Qingji at all, because she is the water **** of Qi in ancient times. Unless she is an erudite person and has a deep understanding of Chinese mythology, she can break her identity. .

After all, in Japan, Shinto claims that there are 8 million gods in the local area, and the local people simply cannot recognize so many. It is not easy to recognize thousands of them, not to mention the existence of legends in other countries.

clang!

Without any suspense, the three iron arrows filled with strength were sent flying again.

The **** "embroidery needle" in Lu Li's hand has completely become a dream demon that cannot be shaken away in Shimadzu's heart.

This guy seemed to be going crazy, he bent the bow three times, and drew out all the arrows glowing in the quiver, aiming at the figure sitting in the golden carriage.

boom!

In the end, not a single arrow was fired.

The bow and arrow made of unidentified animal bones broke from it, showing how much force was poured into it.

"……"Land from.

Is this form really so disgusting?

The kid below tried twice in a row, and both ended in failure. He didn't give up, nor did he recognize the gap between them.

With this strength, it is better to stop the flood and work hard to raise the terrain.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Onishimazu finally spoke up, he looked a little tired, but at this level, as long as there was no substantial damage, this kind of negative state was equivalent to none.

Anyone who underestimates him because of this will only suffer the consequences.

What's more, the old boy is very likely to cheat.

Anyway, it is very difficult to convince Lu Li of the old devil in front of him.

"Sumjin River Water God."

Lies come.

Although he spoke Chinese, several well-known warriors present could understand it.

You must know that Japan and Korea have been influenced by the Central Plains dynasty for generations, and learning Chinese culture is a compulsory course for the nobles, while the Korean gods have lived for thousands of years and have mastered one more language, which is normal.

In addition, Japan has despised Korea since a thousand years ago, and it is impossible for the nobles to surrender their status and learn the language of the Li Dynasty.

Because of this, Onishimazu used the Daming Mandarin when he first spoke.

"Why do you bother to come to this muddy water? Now, half of the army has crossed the Seomjin River. From beginning to end, we have never done anything to slaughter the aquatic clan, but only killed those demons who provoked around the boat."

"As a water god, you should know."

The words are full of sincerity.

It's a pity that Lu Li is not a water **** of the Chanjin River at all. Next, he will even drive the aquatic monsters squatting here to deal with the Japanese.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

You can't let your subordinates die, can you?

If you think about it a little bit, they are a group of demons that were born to raise, repaying the mountains and rivers with their lives, and with full filial piety, after thousands of years, it will be a beautiful talk!

And it's a matter of great merit for making this happen.

In Onishimazu's eyes, the strangely looking khaki-colored little monster above his head was weighing the pros and cons, so after a long time, he urged:

"The culpability of triggering the Seomjin River to attack the army will not be investigated. After all, no samurai died in this disaster. As the terrain rises, the water disaster is almost resolved."

"So, Your Excellency, are you willing to take a step back? We came from afar, just to conquer the people of the Li Dynasty and teach the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. As long as the water is removed and a path is made, these things will be forgotten."

Frankly speaking, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't figure out the path of the alien beast in front of him and didn't want to waste his precious troops on the demon, Yoshihiro Shimazu would have waved his sword long ago, and he would have given in and tried to persuade him.

"If you are willing to follow us and conquer the Li Dynasty together, you can even guarantee that after the capture of Seoul, you will be persuaded by the Taige to seal you as the head of the Padao Water House in North Korea and master the water veins of a country."

Before the slap was slapped, he gave sweet jujubes and continued to draw pie.

However, Shimazu Yoshihiro made the wrong calculation. He never thought that the khaki villain was actually a change from the Nanyuan Ming army defender.

"Since you're so sincere, I can't express it in this seat. This is why the demons under your command come to help."

The words fell, and the slightly calm water surface churned again.

Intuition tells Yoshihiro Shimazu that things are not that simple, but reason tells him that in this case, no demon dares to take the initiative to provoke the army.

Unless it's too long-lived.

However, under the expectation of all the people, the waves like a dream shrouded his head again.

Not only that, but in the turbulent river, there are monsters showing their bodies, and through only the scales and claws, it can be inferred how exaggerated their bodies are.

now.

The monsters are also in fear, because they don't want to participate in the war at all. Those who have the backbone, or the brains of the same family, died long ago by the sword of the Japanese...

But in the wave, there is a very strange force, constantly driving itself to the battlefield.

War is imminent.

Onishimazu carefully guarded the yellow figure above his head, and didn't say anything stupid.

Suddenly, a dark green figure moved first, waving a steel fork and pounced on the Satsuma samurai.

The fuse of war appeared.

In the next moment, the surrounding giant waves fell, and mud, sand, and hundreds of large monsters fell into the battle group.

It stands to reason that with the shadow of the demon god, Satsuma warriors don't have to worry about being impacted, but Qing Ji, the incarnation of Lu Li, moved early.

Faster than mixing in the river frog king.

Shimadzu Toyohisa is too tender.

As soon as the battle was fought, Lu Li set his sights on Onishimazu.

An incomparable momentum rose up, as if to reverse this world, and those warriors who were a little closer could not have the heart to resist.

"This little beast..."

Feng Jiu couldn't believe it. He knew that the Qing Ji body that Lu Li transformed into was extraordinary, but he still felt unbelievable when he noticed the overwhelming aura.

Why does such a mighty power exist on a three-inch villain?

I saw the huge waves being pushed away, and the water dragon danced in the sky, welcoming a certain supreme existence.

At the same time, a creak sounded, and the golden chariot rumbled.

"kill."

In the blink of an eye, after crossing a distance of 100 meters, he came to the back of Onishimazu, and the cold words echoed, and a small war spear like an embroidery needle stabbed out.

An unstoppable force struck.

Onishimazu didn't dare to be careless, and immediately waved the handed down samurai sword.

Amidst the roar of metal, the mountain that had been lifted up not long ago began to fall.

After a short confrontation, Shimadzu Yoshihiro looked solemn, and a gap appeared on the sharp knife, which seemed to be indistinguishable, but as the knife owner, he was keenly aware of it.

"kill."

The attack failed, and Lu Li was not in a hurry, and swung his spear to kill again.

Everyone who sees this scene will feel inexplicable and strange, a three-inch little man not much bigger than a fly, full of dazzling divine light, every blow is enough to break the mountain and break the mountain, with the title of the ghost of Satsuma The Shimazu Yoshihiro, played back and forth.

"You are very strong, but you are not my opponent. Remove the water and give you a chance to escape. As long as you are not caught by the navy in the future, this matter will be written off."

Shimadzu Yoshihiro was concerned about the family warriors around him, and Hiratan spoke.

Although the old guy was stating the facts, Lu Li was still very upset. He pressed the urge to transform into Zhu Yan and dominate the battlefield.

"kill."

The voice was low and powerful.

Collision sounds continued.

There are Satsuma warriors, frog kings, and black-maned horses on the battlefield.

Therefore, both of them controlled the aftermath of the battle within a very small range, but even so, the coercion still caused people to subconsciously avoid it.

"Fight in another place."

Shimadzu Yoshihiro, who saw that Lu Li had the same concerns, suggested.

"it is good."

The two figures that had attracted much attention disappeared, and everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Including those demons who were forced into chaos.

They couldn't help but want to leave the battlefield, but the next moment, the waves with the law set off and pushed them back.

At this point, no demon dared to put their dissent into action, and they could only silently pray that the two would be victorious as soon as possible so that they could leave.

"The person who sells the first label."

"The turkey dog!"

"My Black Emperor has a halberd, which can move mountains, break rivers, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress demons, teach gods, pick stars, destroy cities, and open up the sky!"

"The sky does not give birth to my black emperor, the halberd road is like a long night!"

The black-maned horse shouted various sentences learned while surfing the Internet, waving the Fang Tianhua halberd, exuding a monstrous demonic energy.

The arrogance in his words made Lu Bu himself sigh.

Shimadzu Toyohisa, who was fighting against it, gritted his teeth, as if he was running out of words, and kept shouting at Nina.

But like the master, the black-maned horse who can only speak a few Japanese can't understand at all. What the **** is this guy talking about, but he knows in his heart that this is definitely not a good word, so he stepped up the offensive.

Vigorously miracle!

Ma'er didn't have the fighting skills that Lu Bu had developed after a hundred battles, but he was not lacking in vigor, and his arrogance far surpassed that of the righteous master.

As a result, Shimadzu Toyohisa was suppressed for a while.

To a certain extent, the battle between Black Mane and him~www.readwn.com~ is a continuation of the battle between Lu Li and Shimadzu Yoshihiro.

The black-maned horse has confidence in its owner. Once the trump card is opened, it turns into Zhu Yan, the ancient beast of war, and Guishimazu is no match at all.

In the same way, Shimadzu Toyohisa is also very confident in his uncle. This man named the ghost of Satsuma was just warming up.

a long distance away.

The two escaped from the narrow underwater battlefield and began to fight with their hands and feet.

A gust of wind blew up and blew away the towering ancient trees by their roots, leaving rock debris and grass powder everywhere.

I don't know when, the golden body is covered with nicks of swords, but it does not prevent it from exuding bright divine light and the breath of ancient vicissitudes.

And the knife that Yoshihiro Shimazu carried with him, the gaps continued one after another, like shark teeth.

"Yin Kezuo!"

There is no phantom of the demon **** standing in the sky, all the mighty forces bless his body, Gui Shimazu exudes a fascinating aura, and the golden chariot squatted horizontally.

On top of the chariot, stood a three-inch tall body of Qing Ji, like a supreme sacred person overlooking the heaven and earth, waving a blood-colored spear to meet the enemy.

Vaguely, Lu Li heard the roar of the giant whale.

The previous experience of fighting with Shimadzu Tadashi told him that this is a manifestation of the flow, a product of the intertwining of skills, personal will, and even the laws of heaven and earth.

Among them, the whale is the most powerful vision, representing the limit of power.

Sure enough, a bright color appeared in Lu Li's line of sight, like a churning ocean wave, and then the whale head appeared and hit the spear.

With a little bit of extinction, the whale body and whale tail appeared one after another.

An indescribable scream resounded through Yunye, echoing throughout the mountain range for a long time.

And the blood-colored war spear that Lu Li took out from the treasure house of Montenegro broke.