The Thousand-Armed Buddha and Indra appear at the same time.
The entire battlefield situation was reversed almost instantly.
That Indra was not like the Thousand-Armed Buddha, who advanced step by step and directly fought against Li Zhenjiang; Indra was more brutal, cunning, and unscrupulous.
He didn't even pretend to be merciful, and started slaughtering the ordinary Great Wall soldiers as soon as he appeared.
Swish!!
A billowing golden aura burst out from Indra's body, leaving a golden residue wherever it passed. At first glance, it looked as if a two or three hundred meter long golden cloak was following him.
Boom!
He slammed down like a cannonball into the Great Wall Army's formation, shattering their formation on the spot and killing hundreds of soldiers.
"Ah ha ha! You all deserve to die."
Indra was like a madman. He was extremely excited when he saw the flying flesh and blood.
His figure flashed and turned into a shadow as he rushed towards the most crowded area. Wherever he passed, all the soldiers were shattered to pieces and died without a complete corpse.
Upon seeing this, the spears of luck on the top of the city immediately changed direction and fired more than a dozen spears at Emperor Shitian.
“Ahahaha!”
Indra was so fast that he dodged the spears in an instant, one of which was aimed at his face. His snake-like face showed a mocking expression, and he leaned back and kicked out at the same time.
The kick hit the incoming spear squarely, and the spear whirred in the air.
“Die!”
Indra jumped up, spun around and kicked the spear.
The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, and the spear actually flew back the same way it came.
Boom!!
The formation that launched the spears was also shattered on the spot, and the soldiers guarding around were also affected and their bodies were shattered.
Seeing such a massive massacre, the soldiers of the Shenji Camp guarding the Great Wall were furious and filled with grief.
"General! Let's charge! Let's strangle this damn Indra together!" Some soldiers couldn't bear it any longer and shouted for orders from Gong Qiu.
Gong Qiu also gnashed his teeth, with veins bulging on his neck, and said in a deep voice:
"No! The Marshal hasn't given me the order yet, so we can't move!"
"But are we just going to watch the Great Wall Army being slaughtered? Are we going to do nothing?"
Gong Qiu remained unmoved and quickly said, "We are guarding the Great Wall, and a part of the Great Wall Army rushed out to intercept them. Moreover, the intelligence shows that this is only the vanguard of the demon Buddha, and their main force has not arrived yet. We must not fight!"
Kuntai couldn't help it anymore. He stepped on the huge flying sword and said anxiously: "Even if we don't take action, at least give them some long-range support."
Having said that, everyone subconsciously looked at Zhou Xianchun not far away.
"Dachun, do you have a war poem? Quick!"
Zhou Xianchun's face flushed and paled. Although he was full of righteousness, how could he write a war poem so easily? He was usually very popular, and the soldiers gave him enough respect, calling him "a great talent" one after another.
But at the critical moment, he was unable to compose even half a war poem.
"General Lin gave me a war poem. He said it was the Shenji Camp's trump card. It can't be touched casually!"
Yao Wenkuiye also spoke in a deep voice: "In addition to the one given by General Lin, can't you write a war poem? You are also a Confucian student!"
"I, I… I can't yet."
Before Zhou Xianchun finished speaking, another scream was heard from under the Great Wall.
Emperor Shitian, alone, had slaughtered the entire Great Wall Army's rear in a horrific massacre. The so-called long-range support was completely ineffective. Not only could the arrows not reach Emperor Shitian, but even the spears of destiny couldn't touch him.
The Great Wall Army was fearless, but the swords in their hands could not even cut the corner of Indra's clothes.
Without the eighth rank, it is impossible to fight against Indra.
"Hateful! Hateful, we don't have an eighth-grade!"
Everyone knows that originally there were eight-grade masters in the Great Wall of Fortune, and there were more than one or two. But now, they are all gone...
Several generals subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the treasure entrance which had a huge hole in it.
The eighth-grade experts have already gone in to look for treasure.
"let me!"
At this time, Yu Huadian stood up. His face was full of femininity, but his eyes were shining. He said in a deep voice:
"If you think we'll lose if this drags on, then I'll go up and give it a try!"
Gong Qiu beside him hurriedly pulled him back: "You can't stand it! Although you are a seventh-rank cultivator, Emperor Shitian doesn't take seventh-rank cultivators seriously at all."
"Let me do it!"
Not far away, a powerful figure came stepping on flying calligraphy and paintings. It was Ji Bu, who was full of righteousness.
"I don't know if I can handle this!"
Righteous and righteous!!
Boom!!
Ji Daru didn't hesitate at all. A powerful righteous spirit burst out from his body and he went straight to suppress Emperor Shitian.
"Ah hey! Confucianism?"
Indra laughed strangely again, spit out his scarlet snake tongue, and slapped Ji Bu with one hand.
Neither side used any fancy or complicated moves, they just fought with great force and head-on attacks.
Boom!!
The two sides were still more than a hundred meters apart when the terrifying force collided.
Ji Bu's body trembled and he flew backwards. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and blood rushed up to his throat.
But his powerful and righteous spirit has also fallen on Emperor Shitian.
Indra was originally flying in mid-air when he was abruptly pinned to the ground. His body felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. The evil energy within him was particularly painful, burning like fire.
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