Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 829 The Art of War Moves the City

"It's broken 10!" Jiang Yun's voice gently penetrated into Lin Su's ears.

Lin Su nodded lightly: "The combat power is not weak."

Jiang Yundao: "It's really hard for me to imagine how you can win them."

"Win is winning, and losing is actually winning!" A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Su's mouth.

Jiang Yun's heart skipped a beat. Others don't understand what he said, but she understands it.

If Lin Su loses, he also wins, why?
Because he bet with these 38 people, the most important reason is to use this method to force these 38 people to the opposite side of the devil, as long as you kill the devil with your own hands, you will be a thorn in the side of the devil, a thorn in the flesh, If you want to join the enemy, there will be obstacles, and if your family wants to cooperate with the devil, there will be obstacles.

This bet was not a bet, but a game of chess!
Since it's not a gamble, you don't need to care about winning or losing.

Jiang Yun breathed lightly: "You convinced me, then here comes the problem, 38 taels of silver, no matter what you say, is hurting your family, do you want me to share some of it with you at Muye Villa? But having said that, , even if we bear it, we can probably only bear a fraction of it.”

Lin Su smiled: "Don't mention this! I haven't reached the point where I need to find a wife to share the debt."

Jiang Yun's heart fluttered, and he almost forgot where he was: "You finally admit that I am your wife? Then from now on, it's okay for me to call you husband?"

"My biggest problem is that I have never learned to reject the title of a beautiful woman..." Lin Su said: "Let's put aside such an ambiguous and explosive topic for now, what do you think of everyone's performance in the field?"

Jiang Yun's heartbeat that almost turned into a river of spring suddenly calmed down...

People in the field, what do you think?
She didn't forget that this was a game of chess!
38 people were tied up and went to the battlefield. Since the beginning of the binding, these 38 people could not expressly object.

It depends on whether you really want to kill the enemy. If you kill the devil without mercy, then there is a high probability that you are not a spy of the devil. If you kill the devil to fish in troubled waters, then you have a problem.

But when she took a closer look, she didn't see anything wrong with it. It seemed that everyone was determined to kill.

"On the surface, everyone is fine, but there are two details that are very interesting... First, the Seventh Prince has a king's seal. Once the king's seal is released, he surpasses the combat power of the seven realms and easily strives for the top scorer. No problem, but he has never issued the king's seal, and have you noticed? He didn't even wear the king's clothes! Even after entering the Guancheng, he never revealed his identity from the beginning to the end."

Jiang Yundao: "This is the particularity of the royal family of the buried state..."

The royal family of the Burial State is also a group of sons competing for the heir. Each prince has a bunch of supporters behind him. Therefore, the princes should be cautious in their affairs. They will not reveal their true identities when they go out. They are afraid of being targeted.

Lin Su said: "That's the normal situation! Is it the normal situation now? If you really want to rely on something to gain a place among the princes, the best and most orthodox thing is actually military merit! But why doesn't the Seventh Prince Are you willing to hunt and kill demons as a prince? Why are you afraid that the military achievements of demon slayers will be linked to the royal family?"

Jiang Yun's heartbeat accelerated...

She never thought about this...

Hearing Lin Su's mention now, her heart is filled with coldness. Could it be that the royal family has also been infiltrated?So much so that the Seventh Prince didn't dare to reveal his record of killing demons himself, he was afraid of causing backlash from those infiltrators...

A score item that was originally extremely orthodox, extremely uplifting, and could be easily scored on the table, the Seventh Prince interpreted it to such an extent because Lin Su changed his clothes and did not use the king's seal, probably also the Seventh Prince Did not expect.

"Who else?" Jiang Yun asked.

"The other person is Zhuge Qingfeng!" Lin Su said: "In fact, his cultivation has only just broken through the laws of heaven and earth, but his use of fire is superb. This is not like the application of fire rules on the way of practice, but more like It is the power of blood, and I am quite interested in his blood."

Jiang Yun smiled softly: "So, it is still useful for you to find a daughter-in-law from a military family. At least I can answer your question, Zhuge Qingfeng, half of his blood comes from an ancient alien race! His mother is from the Fire Clan Saintess!"

Fire Nation...

Born from the ashes of fire, he was born proficient in the power of fire!
This is a highly generalized term when people refer to the Fire Clan, but Lin Su is not focusing on this, he is focusing on the East China Sea War that just ended.

86 races besiege the East China Sea Dragon Palace, among them is the Fire Clan!
Ancient alien races, dragon race, wing race, giant race, fire race...

Aren't they all a little unsafe?

What kind of role does Zhuge Qingfeng play as the leader of the two clans?
Their discussion really doesn't look like two people who have just met. Maybe it's because they spent a month together day and night in the secret realm, which planted a familiar seed for the two of them. Maybe it's because both of them are wise people. , the thinking of military strategists is in the same line, and maybe we can quote a more romantic saying: two stars meet in the sky in the dark, and they both feel the long-awaited color from each other's light...

However, a voice penetrated into Lin Su's ears, interrupting the increasingly relaxed topic, it was Aunt Yao!

Aunt Yao sighed softly: "20! Their true skills have also been shown..."

Lin Su glanced over the scoreboard, and the scoreboard had already passed 20!
Turning to the arena again, everyone in the arena has almost exhausted their cultural energy, but the ability to suppress the bottom of the box has also begun to emerge...

An ancient scroll appeared in the hands of the Seventh Prince. With one scroll, hundreds of demon troops were wiped out at the same time...

Zhuge Qingfeng's colorful battle poems are mixed with traces of flames. He actually combined the power of his own blood with the mighty power of writing, and his lethality is doubled...

Chu Sanzui's chessboard was expanded to the extreme, every chess piece turned into a heavy mountain, smashed with a bang, and his flagon was almost empty, and when the flagon was empty, it actually meant that his literary energy was exhausted...

Yan Qing's test paper rolled across the audience, and the silver light above it has already lost, only a faint touch...

All signs showed that the people in the field were close to exhaustion, and their bet was coming to an end!
So their initial agreement was an hour!
This corresponds to the characteristics of literati. When literati fight, their combat power is the strongest within an hour, so they set the time for an hour.

At this moment, the devil's counterattack suddenly intensified.

With a bang, a giant hand stretched out from below, and Wang Yibo flew away...

A shadow circled thousands of times, turned into a torrent of black mist and hit Chu Sanzui's chessboard, Chu Sanzui's wine pot flew high...

As soon as the two phantoms moved, the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon were darkened, and the scroll of the Seventh Prince was torn into pieces...

The people at the head of the city turned pale with shock: "The devil king is angry, retreat quickly!"

Yes, in this 30 army, there are at least hundreds of demon kings, and the demon king is at the 6th realm, which surpasses all of them (the people in the field, four Wenlu, one Wenjie, and the rest are Wenxin or Wenjie. The only literary circle is Zhuge Qingfeng, but unfortunately, his literary circle is the same as Wu Xinyue's, it is only a literary circle of the poetry sage family, in fact, the benchmark is only the general literary way).

The Demon King hit with all his strength, 38, no, 37 Wen Dao Tianjiao were all defeated.

However, at this time, one person showed his power!

Zhuge Qingfeng!

His body suddenly became bigger, and in a blink of an eye, his three hundred feet body was about the same size as the demon king who attacked him.

With a bang, his hand slapped the demon king's head, and the huge demon king in front of him turned into coke and fell down. The tens of thousands of demon troops below him flew back at the same time. Elephant, overlooking all living beings.

Boom!
On the top of the city, a girl fell down!
Her head hit the city wall, but her face bloomed like a spring flower: "People in the literary world are still like heaven and earth. How can there be such a person in the world? I can't stand it, I can't stand it..."

This is one of thousands of nympho!
As for Kuang Dao, who was a hundred miles away, his eyes flickered: "Looking at the gentleness, one strike, but he dominates the world. He has the shadow of Su Lin! I'll go see him!"

Fighting on the iron-blooded battlefield for more than ten years, a generation of lunatics who have rarely been shocked in their lives, was also shocked by Zhuge Qingfeng's blow.

Even Aunt Yao's complexion changed: "Both cultivating Taoism and literature, literature is the world of literature, Taoism is the image of the law, and the hand is colorful poetry. Why do I feel that he has more and more in common with you?"

Ding sound!
The banner suddenly unfurled...

The scoreboard suddenly brightened, and the numbers froze...

The tokens on the 38 people in the field vibrated at the same time...

"Let's go!" The Seventh Prince laughed loudly, and flew back through the air with a giant pen...

Zhuge Qingfeng turned around, and a ball of flames turned into a huge phoenix, and his men also volleyed in the air with one step, back!
The remaining 36 people used their own means, and all returned in a blink of an eye!

Marshal Zheng strode out, clasping his hands together: "The 38 geniuses met the enemy's 30 demon army, killed [-] enemies, and retreated from the whole body. The mighty literary power is earth-shattering! I congratulate you!"

The Seventh Prince cast his eyes on the scoreboard, and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "In one hour, 26 enemies were killed, and more than [-] points were scored. The results are not satisfactory. Brother Su, it's your turn!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Su's face, except for a few nymphomaniacs in the city. The Tianjiao who entered the city had their eyes straightened, and there were countless flowers circling around...

Lin Su nodded: "Good!"

With a bang, he pierced through the air in one step, and left the city...

This time, Lin Su fell into the sight of everyone for the first time...

"Isn't it over yet? Another one!" someone shouted.

"Naturally there is no end, didn't you say it? This is a bet, this one person is against 38 people!"

"What? One against 38? How could there be such an unfair bet?"

The cry seemed to be louder, even the 38 great scholars who had just returned to the city heard it. When they heard this, their joy of returning from victory suddenly dropped by [-]%. Why do they feel that the biggest winner in today's bet is that bastard Su San?

Even if he lost, he also created a miracle at this moment, he was the "1" in 38:1!
This bastard bastard, is this his plan?

Use this method to increase the halo on your body?

A few years later, some people will still remember that a certain person named Su San challenged 38 arrogances by himself!
Does winning or losing matter?
The important thing is that he is that "1"!
Although he is defeated, he is honored!
All of a sudden, there is everything in the city!

Finally, Aunt Yao heard a female voice: "In my opinion, what method will he use?"

Aunt Yao glanced slightly to one side, and saw a glimmer of light coming from the eyes of the silver-clothed battle armor around her, and a light wave stirred in her heart...

This is his daughter-in-law!

Just found it!
She once advised him that women are dangerous, and the more beautiful women are, the more dangerous they are. Therefore, if you want to live longer, find less beautiful women.

What did he say?Then I will try to find less beautiful ones in the future.

A sentence that seems to make sense, Aunt Yao deciphered it for several months, and the result of the decipherment made her a little confused...

All these past entanglements can be entangled in the heart, Yaogu is not someone who can't let go, she let go, and traveled thousands of miles with him, bumped into Muye to invite relatives.

It must be said that she supported Lin Su in finding this daughter-in-law.

But it must also be said that Lin Suzhen found this daughter-in-law, and she overturned the five-flavored bottle in her heart...

So, she didn't say a word to Jiang Yun all the way, but when Lin Su was fighting, Jiang Yun took the initiative to speak...

Aunt Yao's thoughts crossed thousands of mountains, and she sighed lightly: "I'm not sure either!"

"Unsure means..."

"He wants to win the game, there are many options, I'm not sure which one he will choose!" Yao Gu said: "When he steps into the battlefield, no one can guess his every step!"

Jiang Yun was in a bad mood: "You...you mean, he has the possibility to win?"

Aunt Yao smiled lightly: "Don't you even trust him?"

"..."

Lin Sufei left Guancheng!
Behind him is an iron city wall, and in front of him is a dense army of demons who have been completely enraged!

He is like a little moth flying towards a blazing fire!

It seems that only a slight shock of the flames is enough to completely crush him...

However, he still moved forward at high speed, and his speed was even ten times faster than before...

With a chirp, he reached the top of the magic army!
His hand suddenly circled, and a miraculous holy light of Wen Dao emerged...

Aunt Yao's heart skipped a beat, and a voice came to Jiang Yun: "It's confirmed! Art of war!"

"Art of War?" Jiang Yun shouted, his voice was a little excited...

The demon army below Lin Su suddenly changed its appearance. It was originally a demon army, but at this moment it was actually divided into two. On the battle flag, there is a huge "Zheng" written on it!

The magic army was instantly excited!

"Great, the human race actually went out to seek death! Kill!"

"kill!"

The two teams roared at the same time, and the fierce battle started in an instant!

Above the top of the city, the scoreboard suddenly brightened, and behind Su San's name, the numbers rose rapidly, 3125! 5145! 6875! 11326!

Everyone was stunned, his score has exceeded 3, no!When Zhuge Qingfeng's eyes fell on the scoreboard, the score had already reached [-]!
The folding fan in Zhuge Qingfeng's hand suddenly stopped and remained motionless!

The Seventh Prince's expression also changed instantly!
"What's going on here?" a great scholar called out.

"Marshal Zheng, you sent elite troops to the battle to help him, isn't that considered his personal achievement?" Another great scholar pointed at Marshal Zheng.

Marshal Zheng opened his eyes extremely wide, and slowly withdrew: "Everyone, this is Mr. Su's peerless art of war, and it has nothing to do with me!"

"Art of War?" Almost everyone jumped up together.

"How could there be such a miraculous art of war? This is clearly the people in our city. The clothes they wear and the flags they carry are all..."

Marshal Zheng said: "This is the magic of this art of war. From the perspective of the magic army on the other side, this side is the army defending the city, and from the perspective of the army here, the opposite side is the army defending the city. When the two sides come into contact at close range, there is no difference at all." There is room for distinguishing and thinking, the battle situation unfolds in an instant, and the kills and injuries on both sides are all due to his military exploits... This commander has been on the battlefield for more than forty years, and he has never seen such a terrifying art of war, general in silver, who is he?"

He has an answer in his heart, this person must be an expert in Muye Villa.

The art of war he used must be the most sophisticated one of the military strategists.

In the current world, the most profound art of war has only one source, and that is Muye Villa...

Jiang Yun stared blankly at the battlefield without answering at all...

Dashuai Zheng took it for granted, only she knew it was wrong!
Although the military art of military strategists is profound, how many times has it been so effective and so miraculous?
At least she never saw it!
Her husband... the man she already called "Sanggong" actually used such a strategy in front of her. Where did he get it?

God sent this military genius to the hometown of military strategists, what will it bring to the military strategists?
Aunt Yao also looked at the battlefield, feeling overwhelmed...

Everyone is looking at what is in front of them, but she is the only one who can see farther...

Above the distant sky, the saints of the temple...

Are you also paying attention to this world?

He rose up in the way of war, he spread his prestige in foreign lands and borders, he is for the human race, he has never been a scourge, if you follow the way of heaven and stick to the right path, don't blame him!

A fire moth has already flapped his wings. The aftermath of this battle will shake the vast world for a long time. Where is his destination?

A hundred miles away, Crazy Knife, who had already picked up the long knife, stopped, and quietly looked at the battlefield in the distance that he seemed to be familiar with, but also seemed unfamiliar.

What is familiar is that swords and swords are shadowy, but what is not familiar is that this is the art of war!

"The art of war! How can it be so terrifying?" The voice of the younger brother came from next to his ear: "Who is this person?"

Kuang Dao's gaze pierced through the clouds and landed on the figure, and suddenly his heart was shocked: "This... this is impossible!"

"What's impossible?"

"Su Lin! How could it be him?"

"Ah?" The younger brother shouted loudly: "Lingyun Chief Su Lin? How is this possible?"

"Yes, it is absolutely impossible from a logical point of view. He is on the path of cultivation and has never been a scholar. However, his appearance... This person looks exactly like him. Could it be that it is just a coincidence after all?"

"It must be a coincidence!" The younger brother said: "There are so many people in the world who look alike, but I still believe that there is a specialization in kendo, and a kendo wizard who can master the kendo to the level that all the seniors admire, absolutely has no spare energy to practice other ways. , Once you are greedy and greedy, you will achieve nothing!"

Kuang Dao lightly scratched his head: "What Junior Brother said is true, I must have misread it! It can't be him!"

Crazy Dao is Lin Suzhi's old friend, staring at this familiar face at this moment, suspecting that he was wrong.

The Seventh Prince, Zhuge Qingfeng, Yan Qing and others stared at the rapidly rising scoreboard, feeling like they were dreaming.

In a quarter of an hour, the score on the name tag has exceeded [-].

Two quarters of an hour, 20.

Three quarters of an hour has just started, and the scoreboard has reached 25!
It is one step away from the shocking number of 38 created by 26 of them!
This is a result of 38 of them working together and running out of cards, and it took an hour to achieve it. However, Lin Su, only one person, has already approached in just over half an hour.

Seeing the rapidly beating numbers and seeing the merciless approaching, 38 people's hearts are hanging in their throats. Could it be that this bet that is impossible to lose no matter what, is actually going to lose?

Their identities, their status, their pride, and their families all do not allow such a failure.

But who can stop it?

Just when the scoreboard was infinitely approaching the 26 mark, suddenly, there was a long roar from the west!
As soon as the long roar came out, it was like opening a sluice to release water, and the dark curtain like a tide suddenly covered all the demons below Lin Su!
The literary power of the art of war is interrupted instantly!
The score on the scoreboard is set at 26!
The cold sweat oozed from the backs of the 38 Wen Dao Tianjiao!
Just a little bit!

The 38 of them worked together and got 26. Lin Su alone got 7. The amount of less than 26 is the dividing line between victory and defeat.

Lin Su almost won them all with a single move.

Luckily it stopped...

I don't know why, but they are grateful for this kind of stop...

Jiang Yun's face darkened: "Swallowing God Demon Abyss! You actually use this kind of supernatural power at the bottom of the box to break the art of war!"

Marshal Zheng said: "Exactly! The commander of the demon army on the other side has personally dispatched, Mr. Su San, come back quickly!"

With a loud cry, he traveled hundreds of miles and reached the battlefield...

At the same time, the magic army below really broke through from the art of war. When they saw the corpses of their companions scattered around them, their hairs exploded at the same time, and they were frightened by this weird reality.

"withdraw!"

An order was issued from the opposite side, and the magic army retreated like a tide.

Aunt Yao closed her eyes lightly!
In terms of points, he still lost after all, only a little bit!

However, he forced back the 20 demon army by himself. Will he win or lose?

Moreover, his one hour is far from enough, will there be any changes?
At this moment, Lin Su's brows suddenly lit up, and a round of bright moon went straight up to the sky...

Aunt Yao's eyes brightened: "War poetry?"

"Battle poem?" Jiang Yun's heart skipped a beat: "A round of bright moon in the sky, covering hundreds of miles of battlefield, will it be a war poem?"

The coverage of ordinary war poems is no more than a hundred feet, and the coverage of powerful war poems is no more than ten miles. Even if Zhuge Qingfeng wrote the colorful war poems as the original creator just now, the coverage is only thirty miles.

And with his bright moon, three hundred miles away, could it be a battle poem?

What kind of war poem has such power?
Lin Su let out a long groan: "The place where the crown is leaning against the railing..."

The silver moon in the sky was shaken suddenly, and descended from the void, first emerging like a millstone, second like a giant wheel, when it reached the ground, it stood shoulder to shoulder with the city. Roll thousands of miles!
With this blow, half of the remaining [-] demon troops were killed!

The scoreboard that had stopped suddenly shook...

The score jumped suddenly, directly reaching the terrifying 40 level!
As soon as Zhuge Qingfeng's eyes fell on the scoreboard, his eyes suddenly widened!
I can't believe it at all...

The Seventh Prince's relaxed face just now stretched into an iron plate...

Lost!

Finally lost!

With the last blow, he directly added 15 contribution points!

A total of 5 demon troops died under his blow!
The power of this blow is so powerful that it towers over the sky, and the power of this blow is equivalent to a full-strength blow from Faxiang!
To the west, among the distant mountains, there was a loud roar, and together with the roar, even Marshal Zheng felt his whole body tense, because he felt an extremely terrifying coercion coming from the west.

(End of this chapter)