Isn't the Emperor Que tribe's army destroying their morale, and asking yourself, Feng Tianxing, is it qualified to fight the star-catching king?

For a while, the army was no longer whispering, but no matter how hard it was to suppress the exclaim, it made the army noisy, and there were already signs of riots.

However, just at this moment, I heard a sharp sound of the blade unsheathed.

"bass!"

"The armed forces are in charge!!!"

Qin Yichen drew his sword and angered at the 20 million army, and the explosion made the 20 million army silent instantly!

Although countless sons of the Emperor Que clan participated in the imperial struggle for the first time, and even had fear and retreat, there was no doubt about the order in the military.

The main commander gave an order, and an army of twenty million stood silently and killed.

"Que Wenshan! Que Wenwan! Quickly deploy troops and generals, and the summoned soldiers will be assembled within an hour, and those who delay the march will be determined!"

Que Wenshan and Que Wenwan double arched fist, then flew into the army of 20 million, took out the roster, shouted the ups and downs.

"Que Yongsheng, Que Sanping, get out..."

"Jin Haoyong, Wu Zaiyu, go out..."

Standing in front of the handsome account, Qin Yichen quietly watched the dispatch of the tens of millions of troops, and said coldly: "Wen Qing, beat the drum!"

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Before Wentian Pass, the smell of blood had not dissipated, and another general order was turned into a killing drum. The general order hung over the head, and the military order resounded through the three armies.

At this moment, how can the 20 million army fail to understand, General Feng, is really betting his life!

"From the military order, the final general is willing to listen to General Feng's dispatch! Set out to kill the enemy!"

"General Feng even dare to make military orders, what are we afraid of, kill the fuck!"

"The twelve tribes, but the grass on the wall, relying on the heavens to back up, dare to attack my clan Wentianguan, really when my Emperor Que clan is so bully!?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Among the army, Que Wentao and Que Wenjing's sons were dispatching troops to assist Que Wenshan. They just looked at the elites of the clan with a high spirit of fighting, and couldn't help but secretly cast their lips, feeling unhappy.

Que Wentao couldn't help whispering quietly: "Second brother, tell the truth, brother-in-law is such a high-profile man who sent all the elites out. Are you really afraid of accidents?"

Que Wenshan didn't turn his head, his voice transmission was indifferent: "No matter what, Tian Xing has set up the military order. It is normal for him to fight hard for his life.

"What's more, there are 500,000 elites in our clan, plus the 500,000 strong in Fengsui City. Although there are only one million, the combat power is not inferior to the ten million army."

"In this battle, Tianxing has a lot of chances of winning, and you remember that you can only win, not lose!"

This is the truth, but what really makes the juniors such as Que Wentao respond is...

"Millions of elites will be given to him, and the five ancestors and the two elders of Fengsui City must be under his command. With such a large lineup, I can replace me!"

Que Wentao was a little dissatisfied, such a strong lineup, almost summoned all the brave and capable fighters of the 20 million army.

And the target is just the twelve races of rats, it is ugly, even if it is changed to an unknown person to command, it is impossible to lose.

"He is the prestige, the credit is his, but the real fight doesn't depend on the ancestors, brother, I am not convinced!"

To be honest, Que Wenshan also had some uncomfortable feelings in his heart, thinking that this battle could be done by giving him so many talents. However, Que Wenshan knows more about the overall situation, and the sound transmission warned: "Wen Tao, Wen Jing, if you and my brother complain in private, just forget it. If you really fight, just like the father said, Tian Xing And we are also brothers, brothers are united,

You can attack everything, understand? "

An hour later.

Qin Yichen gave an hour to mobilize the army, and that was a military order. Fortunately, the emperor's army had strict military rules.

In front of the handsome account, the millions of troops held their heads high, and the 20 million troops behind them were not at the same level.

This is indeed a brave division composed of elites of the Emperor Que clan, one side is 500,000 elites of the Emperor Que clan, and the other is 500,000 Fengsui City powerhouses who can conquer the battle.

Although there are only a million, but that aura, as Que Wenshan said, can be an enemy!

A million sabers and swords were in its sheath, only waiting for Qin Yichen's order.

Qin Yichen was also a little bit enthusiastic. In other words, this was the first time he commanded an army of thousands of gods and demons. How could he not be excited?

"My fellow robes! The star-picking king counts against us, and the twelve races dare to attack the Tianguan! The emperor dares to fight against the emperor in the palace of the sky! As an emperor, how can we be humiliated!?"

"My brothers say, what should I do!?"

The millions of army shouted in unison: "Kill!"

"Then kill!!!"

Qin Yichen swung his knife abruptly, and millions of streams of light rose up like a torrent that pierced the sky. It was even more brave to move forward, and to kill the twelve races!

Qin Yichen led the army of one million people with great prestige, but the twenty million army who watched him away was not blind, how could he not tell, this was the transfer of the elite!

"It turns out that the million troops in General Feng's book meant this..."

"So many powerful people are following, and if it's me, I can also kill all the corpses of the Twelve Races."

Among the army, there are not a few people who are like Que Wenjing and Que Wentao, and they are even more exaggerated. After all, Que Wentao still has friendship with Qin Yichen. Although he is unhappy, the military order is issued, naturally, he will do his best.

But the people below are different. Who has friendship with Qin Yichen?

The majesty is yours, the military exploits are yours, millions of elites will fight with you, who is not happy to change?

In their view, this is clearly Feng Tianxing relied on the power given by the emperor.

And what the left-behind Wentianguan army cares about most is...

"Wait! That is the fifth ancestor?! And the two elders of Fengsui City!"

"Even the Fifth Ancestor and the other two masters, did they fight with General Feng?"

"Damn! Is this a military order! This is obviously to rely on the shadow of the emperor! If General Feng does not go, the fifth ancestor can settle it alone!"

What the left-behind army is most concerned about is that the three masters are gone. Doesn't that mean that now only the second ancestor is guarding Wentian Pass!

If this is where the star-catching king leads his army to attack...

Only relying on the level of the **** emperor and the **** emperor, and the gap of top power, can break through their Wentian Pass!

Feng Tianxing is awe-inspiring, but isn't this the mood of leaving their lives and deaths to the King of Star Picking?

A strong imperial clan encouraged courage and raised his head and asked: "Ancestor, you just let General Feng..."

Que Tianxuan held his back with both hands and watched the millions of soldiers leave. He was the only one standing in front of the handsome account, but his eyes were cold when he heard the words: "What? Tianxing issued a military order, and I support the ancestor. Do you have any opinions?"

The strong Emperor Que clan didn't dare to say anything, but Feng Tianxing had strong people and strong horses, but they were afraid!

And to put it ugly, holding such a good soldier in his hand, winning the twelve races, what can be bragging about? This is no credit at all! Nor can it boost their slumping morale.