Li Boxuan's face was as pale as paper.

I have only heard of the horror of Mu Tian Army, but I have never seen it.

When he arrived in Xiyuan, the competition in the whole region had ended and Mu Tian’s army had returned to southern Xinjiang.

Now, when Mu Tian’s army has not yet fully attacked, it is just a prelude to the attack, it has already made him feel alone, facing the galloping horses.

That shock, that kind of powerlessness, that kind of cold hands and feet, that kind of overwhelming power... made him one of the thirty-six generals of Nishihara almost weak his knees!

This is just the thirty-six Mutian Army.

If the three hundred Mutian troops gather together, what should they do?

"How could Mu Tianjun be so strong?"

In the hysteria, Li Boxuan's eyes were as red as blood: "White Tiger Army, White Tiger Battle Formation, Kill the enemy!"

"roar!"

A roar of a tiger shook the sky and fell from the sky.

Facing the arrow battle formation, an illusory white tiger rushed over with a shocking killing aura.

"Mu Tian's ambition, control life and death!"

A phantom of a ten-foot spear slowly gathered above the heads of the twelve Mutian Army soldiers.

Whether it is the white tiger or the spear, they are all the spirits of the battle formation.

The so-called spirit of the battle formation is led by the battle formation, gathering the spirit of everyone in the battle formation, bones, blood and flesh, and blessing with the power of faith.

The two armies did not meet, and the fighting spirits fought.

The winner is like a rainbow, the loser has a broken mood, and the judgement is immediately followed by a judgment on the superiority and inferiority, and life and death are involuntary.

At this moment, everyone's minds gathered on the collision between the spear and the white tiger.

Mu Tianjun is known as unparalleled in the world. Once it appears, it defeated the former ace Zhuque in southern Xinjiang.

The White Tiger Army is the pillar of the Xiyuan War Zone.

Thirty people on one side and twelve people on the other side, was it a shot to break the white tiger or a white tiger to break Mutian?

Boom!

It was like thunder roaring.

At the moment when the white tiger collided with the spear, a dazzling light burst out.

Thirty White Tiger Army and the Twelve Mutian Army actually took a step back together!

Comparison-to-be!

Not only did Li Boxuan not be happy, but he became even more heartbroken.

The number of people with more than twice the gap can only be tied. If it is one-on-one, wouldn’t it be completely crushed?

At this time, the cone-shaped battle formation and the charge battle formation, each of the twelve Mutian Army, had arrived.

The centurion of the Anfeng Camp in the North Frontier, with a pale face, gritted his teeth: "Anfeng Camp, live to death!"

"kill!"

One left and one right, twenty soldiers of the Dark Front Camp abandoned their lives and death and rushed towards Mu Tian’s army.

Although Xu Yi couldn't see this scene, he still sighed slightly: "What a pity."

Silent...

Blood splashed instantly.

The elite troops of the Twenty Dark Front Camp are also considered high-level troops on the battlefield, and are the northern border, the Tianlong, and the founding of the country.

But now, facing Mu Tianjun, he completely collapsed when he contacted him.

Both sides are not on the same level at all!

Unfortunately, they became victims and failed to die on the battlefield.

"The secret camp, live to death!"

The centurion was filled with tragic aura. He witnessed the instant death of twenty soldiers of the Dark Front Camp. He roared hysterically and swung his sword to kill him.

"Conical stationary, prick!"

The twelve Mutian Army took a step back at the same time, poked out the spears in their hands, and stepped out heavily from their feet.

The movements are neat and uniform, like one person.

With an unparalleled edge, even a ninth-grade master dares not resist head-on!

Not to mention a centurion.

puff!

Blood spurted out, and the centurion of the Dark Front Camp, with twelve spears, was killed on the spot.

The twenty elite troops of the Dark Front Camp who came from the northern border were gone in a thousand miles away!

"Charge battle formation, draw the ground into a prison!"

At the same time, the other twelve Mutian Army quickly changed its formation, three meters apart from each other, forming a circle, and at the sight of the spear, a little cold light flashed at the tip of the spear, which could reflect the raindrops falling from the sky.

Li Boxuan and the Thirty White Tiger Army were trapped in it, and under the guidance of the breath, there was no way to escape.

Also drawn into prison were twelve Mutian Army soldiers who formed arrow battle formations.

Some of them were behind the guns raised by their comrades less than half a meter behind them.

If you take two steps back, the tip of the gun will penetrate your body.

But they looked cold and solemn, their feet were like rocks, and they never thought of taking a step back!

"Mu Tian's Ambition, Golden Spear's Attack!"

Another spear gathered from the top of their heads.

Wherever you fail, you will get up. The soldiers of the Mutian Army are never afraid of powerful enemies, nor are even more afraid of death.

Li Boxuan's whole body was cold.

He knew that he had no way out.

If it were someone else, I would have collapsed at this time and lost the desire to resist.

But Li Boxuan, after all, was one of the thirty-six generals of Xiyuan. Even in this desperate situation, he still did not give up.

"The White Tiger Army, the power of the general!"

"Ho huh huh..."

Li Boxuan joined the battle formation and occupied a dominant position. A larger and clearer white tiger appeared above the void.

The tiger's head raised and roared into the sky.

"Golden swords and iron horses, kill the world! Crash!"

Li Boxuan's voice was exhausted and stepped out in one step.

The Thirty White Tiger Army behind him all moved forward, and a sharp edge suddenly burst out.

It seems that all obstacles to the future will be completely crushed by him.

Inside the room, Xu Yi's hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

"Li Boxuan is indeed worthy of being proud of himself. He has already discovered the power of the war general to the extreme. He has only been in the army for three years. Give him some time to grow and achieve amazing achievements." Xu Yi sighed.

"Compared with my king, he is a waste." Xue Cang immediately flattered.

Xu Yi said: "If you know how to flatter, just slap more."

Xue Cang: “…”

"The deep revenge in the sea of ​​blood must be avenged. Zhao Qiansun and Li Zhouwu's family are all murderers. Li Boxuan is indeed a pity. The South Vietnamese country outside Xiyuan is eyeing him. If he doesn't come back, he can make some contribution to Tianlong."

Xue Cang added tea to Xu Yi and said, "I think Li Boxuan is too arrogant. Even if he doesn't die today, something will happen sooner or later. If he doesn't change his arrogance, the higher he climbs, the more soldiers he will kill. It's better to let him die early, so as not to ruin the country."

Xu Yi smiled and suddenly felt that Xue Cang was saying something very reasonable.

In order to avoid too many passionate people dying because of him in the future, it is better to keep him. Not leaving him is a sin.

Kakka...

The sound of shattering kept coming.

That was the floor tiles under your feet, constantly breaking open.

With the support of Li Boxuan's warrior, the Twelve Mutian Army is no longer an opponent. Although it has not yet been defeated, it is already at a disadvantage and can only try its best to resist.

Every Mutian Army soldier is under great pressure.

But, I would rather die than retreat!

"Conical battle formation, Mu Tian's ambition!"
To be continued...