What's going on.

What happened again.

Their minds were all confused.

Looking at the Qin army's formation, it seemed as if they were deliberately waiting for them.

And they seemed to have fallen into the trap set by the Qin army.

War is not only a test of strength, but also a psychological contest.

Wang Jian was actually not sure whether the enemy would come, but the probability of them coming was very high. After all, the enemy knew the terrain well, was strong, and also wanted to defeat the Qin army.

He made preparations, with the help of the Golden-winged Demonic Peng, and waited for the other party to come.

"beat!"

Now that we are here, no matter how weird the opponent is, we have to fight him now.

The Heavenly Powers of hundreds of races joined forces, and the might of heaven roared down, but there were also strong men among the Qin army who blocked the power of the Heavenly Powers.

"kill."

Wang Jian pointed his sword forward!

After so much trouble attracting the other person, how can we not treat him well?

Wang Jian wanted all the tribes to remember this lesson deeply.

He is not as direct, fierce and cruel as Bai Qi, but that doesn't mean he is soft-hearted.

A large number of crossbows were fired directly from the military camp, densely packed and covering the sky.

"Don't panic, the Qin army is prepared, but we are not weak either!"

The Heavenly Power of the Hundred Races shouted loudly, and the power of the Heavenly Power also covered the sky. He shouted again: "Don't fight the opponent head-on, play to our strengths!"

They are not good at charging with a large army, but they are good at using each ethnic group as small units, breaking through one place at a time like sharp knives.

But what made them look gloomy was.

The members of this legion were armed with huge shields and had extremely heavy armor, making it extremely difficult to break their formation.

"Tianhong Army, kill them, let them see how powerful we are!"

Geng Lie was also in Wang Jian's army.

Seeing that the enemy was coming to attack, he laughed wildly and ordered his Tianhong Army to attack.

The Tianhong Army is essentially a reorganization of the sect. It also has strong individual combat capabilities but poor charge capabilities. When encountering a lineup like the Hundred Clans, they can play to their strengths.

"Put down your weapons, surrender to the Qin Empire, and you will live!"

Wang Jian shouted coldly.

"You want to make all the tribes surrender to Qin and completely control Wuyin. It's a good idea, but... is it possible?"

Huang Chen shouted: "You want the Hundred Clan to be your Qin State's dog? Rest up. In the Wuyin Mountains, we, the Hundred Clan, are the greatest!"

"The heavens of your hundreds of races will be trampled under the feet of my Great Qin. The hegemony of our nation is unstoppable!"

Wang Jian shouted.

The Qin people were ambitious and wanted to trample all the heavens under their feet.

In this cruel world, strength is always the most important thing.

Horrific killings filled the mountains.

This time, in order to target Wang Jian, all the tribes mobilized more powerful men, and each family sent out their elite troops, all in the hope of destroying the Qin army in one battle.

When the fight started, what made the strong men from hundreds of races frown was...

The defense of the Qin army here was too strong. They attacked from the outside but could not break through.

Wang Jian looked at the throne hanging in the sky with a faint gaze.

He has set up a tight net here.

It would be fine if they didn't come, but once they come, I will let them know how to write the word "miserable".

War, conquest and killing will always be the main theme of the powerful dynasty.

Any powerful empire is built on blood and countless corpses.

"We must do this battle and destroy them all here!"

Wang Jian put his hand on the knife.

He deliberately chose this cage-like terrain, which seemed to trap himself, but if used well, he could also trap the opponent.

At this moment, the battle with the elite forces of hundreds of races has reached its most intense moment.

Looking down at the entire battlefield, you can see that both sides are fighting frantically, and figures are falling one after another.

The Heavenly Position of the Hundred Races frowned.

They couldn't even defeat the Qin army.

"There's no need to delay with the other party. Use your strongest strength to kill them directly."

Wang Jian gave a signal, and suddenly a million-strong army appeared in the military formation, which was obviously different from the previous ones.

They were all burly and strong, wearing heavier armor and holding heavy swords that could split the sky and the earth. When they walked on the ground together, it was as if a major earthquake had occurred.

Heavy armor destroys the army!

Not only does it have strong defense, it also has powerful attacks.

As soon as the heavily armored soldiers appeared and participated in the war, they showed their powerful destructive power. They were like a demolition machine, sweeping away everything and pushing through.

The limbs flew everywhere and it was almost impossible to stop them.

"Heavy Armor Legion!"

Seeing the heavy armored army of Qin appear, the expressions of the celestial beings of the hundred races were extremely gloomy.

This kind of legion is extremely troublesome to build and requires a lot of resources. This also shows that the Qin Dynasty has a deep foundation.

"Hmph, the Heavy Armor Legion is of no use here!"

Chen Qi snorted coldly: "Don't directly clash with the Qin army's heavily armored legion. Use your speed advantage to play with them!"

Using speed to deal with a heavily armored army armed to the teeth is indeed a very smart tactic.

But as a famous general of the Qin Dynasty, how could Wang Jian not consider this?

He had the heavy armored legion appear to attract firepower.

Just when the enemy focused all their attention on the heavy armored legion, a crisis of death suddenly came.

A man screamed and fell directly into the void.

This is a Tongtian statue. He grabbed an arrow on his head and it directly nailed his soul to death.

This moment!

There were more screams!

A large number of people screamed, and arrows flew out from the sky, forming a dense web. As if they had eyes, they shot down elite soldiers from hundreds of tribes one by one.

And what scares them the most is...

They didn't know where the arrows came from, and they saw their companions being shot to death one by one.

Sharpshooter!

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