No matter how furious King Bage is, now both sides will win one game. Next, we will ask the king to lead a hundred subordinates, and each of them will lead a battle formation to fight and determine life and death!

For monks, this is a very boring and treacherous behavior. monks do not understand the persistence and glory of the natives. Similarly, natives do not understand the laziness and randomness of the monks;

Although the monks made King Bage feel very dissatisfied in the single-handed challenge, he still organized nine monks into his own team, and after all, he was the king. From the palace curtains of all dynasties, he still knew some secrets that monks could not be passed on.

Given that the monks did not know how to cooperate with the battle formation, they were actually arranged to be the last guard beside King Ange, and ninety elite soldiers were pressed in front of them. They had a hammer on the left and right, had heavy armor and excellent weapons. Each of them showed a strong bloodthirsty aura. They were all veterans of war, and were chosen by thousands of soldiers. Before they could charge, a huge murderous intent had spread in the square.

The warriors of the King of Fire are not inferior to them. The left shield and the right axe are also iron-blooded soldiers from far away. The battle between the two sides is about to break out!

The soldiers were all walking, and only King Bage and King Flame each rode a four-camel chariot, which was majestic. This was also a true portrayal of the war between mortals on Taobao Star. The commanders of both sides each rode on the chariot and commanded with high command. This was a test of the commanding ability of the two kings.

Before the war, the two sides had a verbal battle, the general idea was how pure my bloodline was, how noble my character was, how commendable my courage, how outstanding my ability was, etc. After the verbal gun, every king would ask the other party to put down his weapons and surrender to the orthodox, so that he could spare his life and enjoy wealth.

These are all scenes. Everyone present understands in their hearts that how could a soldier with many choices be able to pass by just a few nonsense? Therefore, after the first King Bage roared, the other camp did not respond at all. This was expected and no one cared about it.

But after the change occurred after the King of Fire's mouth, everyone thought that the battle would begin soon, but they did not expect that there were actually seven people on King Bage who threw themselves into the opponent's camp.

All monks!

The leader of the Dharma cultivation had no blushing expression. "Good birds choose trees to live in, and wise ministers choose masters to work. We have long heard that the fire king is virtuous and generous. We are not a dragon who lives under people for a long time, so we are willing to break branches and throw them into them!"

The booed people at the scene, all of which were booed by the indigenous royal family. The one they looked down upon the most was such a villain who was betrayed! Of course, he also doubted the ability of King Bage to rule!

Only two monks were left, Li Ji and the sword cultivator who claimed to have mole sores. They looked at each other, and they never thought that the monks on their side were so shameless. It doesn’t matter if you surrender, but you shouted to everyone together! What’s the matter with these two people so lonely?

Li Ji was better. While waiting, he realized that these seven people were just a nest of snakes and scorpions, so he was a little surprised by their surrender, but it was not surprising. But the other sword cultivator was different. He was a sword cultivator from the small sect of Chuanxu Shangjie. He had no background and had strong strength. Seeing that seven of the nine people in the area were acting in concert, it was obviously a unified dispatch of a large force of the Big Bashao Eight Star, which made him very embarrassed.

Before entering the palace, he had already refused to win over others, which was considered to be a bit of a sword cultivator, but this time it was different. Two to sixteen, one wrong choice, maybe today is the end of his own way!

After thinking about it, he finally made a decision, apologized to Li Ji on the side, and stepped out of the battle and threw himself into the opponent's camp. The helplessness of the cultivators of the small sect had no way to resist!

Bage's eyes were red with a royal aura, and his hands holding the reins were trembling slightly. He never thought that betrayal would come from monks? From outsiders who were strong and always kept their promises and never easily participated in indigenous internal affairs, he swore in his heart that if he could survive this level today, he would send a large army to pacify the ghost market that had existed in Liangbei City for tens of thousands of years!

I am no longer willing to take into account the warnings of my ancestors, nor do I want to take into account the danger of a great war with monks! If I can’t speak out, I will be a lord and a lord!

After all, he is the king who has been the king for several years. He knows that if he drags on it, it will only affect his morale. At this time, verbal scolding is useless, and he can only wash away the shame with blood!

The drum sounded, and ninety hammered warriors took firm steps forward. The betrayal of the monks had no effect on them. Loyalty was their pride, something that outsiders would never have. The royal power could only be seized by the hammers in their hands, rather than those flashy swords!

It is the army that writes history, and this will never change!

The armies of both sides collided in the fierce drums, broken bones and broken limbs, and flesh and blood flew everywhere! These were two silent armies, without vain scolding or boring roar, but this silence power seemed to have magic power, deeply tearing the hearts of everyone present.

The powerful closed their eyes with distress: These are the most elite and loyal soldiers of the natives, but they have to be fucked here. How many people survive after the battle?

The monks were also shocked! In addition to being surprised, they had to quietly lower the number of indigenous warriors they could face. As for them individually, one person was against a hundred people, they could not do it!

Even in the army of less than 100 people, the natives showed extremely high combat skills in the battle, interspersed, surrounded, and counter-encircled. In conjunction with the silent death battle, the battlefield became a slaughterhouse from the beginning, and the bright red blood stained the bluestone in the square, almost one to another, and the number of soldiers was shrinking sharply!

Such a battle without knowing how to retreat was extremely fast. In a moment, there were only three hammer-holding warriors left in the bloody slaughterhouse. They had been completely aroused by the bloody nature of their bodies. The victory made them feel that they could do anything, so the three of them rushed towards the chariot of the Flame King!

However, to kill the Fire King, they must pass through the thin line of defense of the sixteen monks!

Is it possible? The answer was soon revealed. The monks did not even have a second helper. Only one of the physical cultivators pulled out a huge mountain-cutting knife from the ring. They waved it easily for three consecutive strokes, and six corpses crawled in a pool of blood!

The situation is already very clear!

King Bage stared at the monks without any concealing the hostility that was hated to the bone marrow in his heart. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the last monk beside him.

"Why don't you vote? Is it because of loyalty? Or is it because of diarrhea that makes your brain stupid?"
Chapter completed!