Avenue Gold List, Me! The Supreme Valkyrie Was Exposed

Chapter 45: Isenbata Kiyo

"My God, it's really the army of the Valkyrie!"

"It's not enough for the God of War to occupy the Excalibur Ranking. Is it still necessary to occupy the Legion Ranking? Do you want people to live?"

"What are you howling? Even if there is no Valkyrie, can you be on the list? Isn't His Majesty First Emperor the most saddened?"

"Yes, the Golden Flame Cavalry and the Hundred Wars Armor Piercers swept across the six countries, and they were so prestigious that they fell into the top ten. The gap between them... is unimaginable!"

"Before the legion list came out, everyone, including His Majesty the First Emperor, probably believed that the Golden Fire Cavalry and the Hundred Wars Armor Piercers could occupy the top of the list!"

"Who would have thought that the **** of war turned out to be born again, not even letting go of the legion rankings, it is simply not a human being!"

"You are right, Valkyrie is really not a human being!"

"He is a god!"

"The magical swordsman, with a single knife, the horses and the horses are divided, with one enemy a thousand, invincible, it is terrible, that big sword looks scary."

"Is it really possible to fight one thousand against one thousand? Even the great masters are a little bit difficult, right?"

"The power exerted by the formed army cannot be compared with individual strength, let alone say that people have supernatural power!"

"Too!"

"I really want to see what kind of demeanor the magic sword soldier is?"

"If you can get a glimpse of the demeanor of the magic swordsman, there will be no regrets in this life!"

...

As soon as the magical swordsman came out, the whole world was boiling.

For the Legion, what everyone expects is whether it is strong or not.

Although the Immortal Doctor Ren Soldier is powerful, everyone does not have any intuitive feelings.

But the magical sword soldier, with one enemy a thousand, under one knife, the men and horses are divided into corpses, and the blood is boiling when they think about it.

The Confucian Little Sage.

Zhang Liang looked at the legion list in shock: "There is still such a powerful legion in the world? Is it possible that Chengdu is composed of masters and warriors?"

Fu Nian stared at the symbol of Shenli Mo Sword Soldier with a deep gaze, and said: "Look at that long-handled sword, it is estimated to be hundreds of kilograms. It is not a natural supernatural power and is absolutely difficult to wield. "

The master martial artist's true energy is tyrannical, and it is indeed possible to wield such a big sword, but it is difficult to last.

If you want to use this heavy weapon to fight, you must be born with supernatural power.

"There is no one who is born with supernatural power. It is impossible to form a legion."

Zhang Liang shook his head. The person with natural supernatural power he knew was also the unparalleled ghost of Baiyue, the Mohist ruler of Big Iron Hammer.

Yan Lu said, "In fact, it doesn't have to be born, the martial artist is equally powerful! And seeing the magical swordsman commanding a hundred battles without injury, I thought of someone."

Zhang Liang said: "The second senior brother said it was celebrating the celebration of the armored door!"

Dianqing was born in the armoured gate of Weidu beams. He is very tall and burly. He can practice the physical body into a shield armor. He is invulnerable to swords and guns.

Yan Lu nodded: "Not bad!"

Zhang Liangdao: "But physical training is harder and harder than Qi training. There are very few who can achieve something. They want to form an army..."

Zhang Liang did not go on, but everyone knew what he meant.

It is too difficult to form such an army of refining martial artists.

The martial artist not only consumes huge resources, but not everyone can cultivate it. It requires a certain talent, and more of an indestructible character and perseverance.

There is no one in this category.

Even if Yingzheng unified the six countries, it would not be possible to form such an army.

Otherwise it would have been formed long ago.

Yan Lu said: "It may be difficult for others, but the **** of war is not a mortal."

"If he has a powerful body training method and enough panacea, it may not be impossible."

"Like the Dragon Tiger Pill that was awarded by the Legion Rankings just now, one that can increase a thousand catties of power, as long as there are enough similar pills, it is not difficult to form a magical sword soldier."

Zhang Liang nodded slightly, his eyes were long: "This kind of medicinal pill is unavailable, so it is easy to come up with countless numbers on the Dadao Gold List."

"War God, who is it? Is it really a god?"

...

"Snee!"

In Prince Wu’s Mansion, Zhao Wu, who was lying on the Grand Master’s chair basking in the sun, suddenly sneezed, "Could it be that Rong'er missed me?"

Mingzhu's beautiful eyes whitened, and said: "I think His Royal Highness missed Sister Rong'er, isn't it enough for Your Royal Highness to have us?"

The trendy banshee pearl, dressed in black lace, has a burst of curves, a plump body, long narrow eyes, a coquettish temperament, and a natural beauty.

"His Royal Highness must have disliked our old age and decay."

The red lips of Yan Lingji lightly opened, and the voice was faint, like a stream of spring water, gurgling in the heart of the people, flame robe, graceful figure, charming to the bone.

What a life-threatening fairy.

Zhao Wu reached out his arm to hold Mingzhu and Yan Lingji, and said, "Aunt Mingzhu, Aunt Lingji, I don't want to work hard anymore!"

Mingzhu was taken aback, then raised Zhao Wu's chin with his jade hand, jokingly, full of domineering, cold eyes, like a harem queen.

At this moment, her temperament changed completely, becoming dignified and noble, "Okay, take care of my palace. Whatever you want, my palace will reward you."

"Ahem..."

Tian Yan coughed, his pretty face flushed.

Just want to say...

You guys can really play!

Zhao Wu arched his head in the arms of the big shark, the banshee, then put it on the knee pillow of Yan Lingji, turned over, and continued to bask in the sun.

Salted fish's life is so simple and unpretentious.

As for the legion list?

Zhao Wu didn't care.

How lonely is invincibility. . . .

...

Jinghu Medical Village.

The home base of the ‘medicine’ of the philosophers of a hundred schools.

Here is quiet and peaceful, far away from disputes, there are no careerists, no conspirators, and no disputes, chaotic times and wars.

Some are just benevolent healers.

Surrounding Jinghu Lake, there are continuous mountains.

The soil here is very suitable for the growth of medicinal materials, which is why doctors choose here.

now.

On one side of the cliff, there was a young girl picking herbs with a bamboo basket on her back.

The girl has long black and bright hair, **** with a bunch of thin ponytails, shoulders with bangs on both sides, vine purple and white turban, bangs lightly raised on the forehead, and a pair of thin and long eyebrows.

A pair of deep purple eyes, clear, indifferent, and elegant, blinking lightly, like the most transparent and brightest gems in the world.

Her dress is simple, elegant and concise. She has a navy blue tube top dress, a half-gray blue half-creamy white short-sleeved tunic, and a pair of blue and purple ribbons wrapped around her wrists, revealing a pair of white and tender lotus root arms.

Finally, the girl was pretty in the wind, wearing a pair of creamy white mid-tube boots on her feet.

Her temperament is simple and elegant, simple and fresh, and is completely different from the demon of the trendy banshee, the charm of the flame fairy, and has an alternative pastoral flavor.

Qingli and refined.

Frosty.

But at this moment, she was holding the "Shen Nong Hundred Grass Scriptures" in her hand, looking at the legion list with clear and bright eyes, and smiled lightly.

This smile, overwhelming the country and the beauty of the world, made the surrounding mountains and rivers lose their color for an instant.

"It looks like Brother Wu is going to dominate the list again."

"I heard that Brother Wu is still the eldest son of Qin, and he has been named King Wu."

"I don't know when Brother Wu will come to see me..."

The girl whispered, her voice was pleasant, and her eyes were tender and tender.

She is the "Rong'er" in Zhao Wu's mouth.

He is also the leader of the Tenth Immortal Medical Soldier in the Legion-Doctor Duanmu Rong.

In fact, she is older than Zhao Wu.

But she likes to be called Brother Zhao Wuwu.

Big and small does not depend on age.

For example, capital, not right, is ability, character, and wisdom.

I still remember ten years ago...