God Emperor of Dragon Tripod Chapter 543: Great victory?

Ghost Wanglie glanced hard at Chu Jun in the battlefield and shouted unwillingly: "Withdraw!"

The tens of thousands of ghost tribe army immediately retreated like a tide, and the Linggang heavy artillery on the head of Tiankui city fired again, but this time it did not cause accidental injury, all fell into the retreating ghost tribe army, and a lot of instant harvest The lives of ghost sergeants.

As soon as the ghost tribe army retreated, the cultivators suddenly felt the pressure relieved. Many people had been holding on to the present with a single breath. When they relaxed, they immediately lost their strength and fainted. Some people just sat down on the dead body. Panting on the wild ground.

Fore by bow, the troop carrier passed over the heads of Chu Jun and others, chasing the ghost tribe army.

"Damn, just come now!" Someone spit on the ground fiercely.

A forward troop carrier hovered over the city of Tiankui, and then a brightly armored team flew from the ship, holding a big sword and waiting for Chu Jun, the formation was neat and tight, and the big sword flickered in the sun With a biting cold light.

The generals of this 5,000-person team can be regarded as Chu Jun’s old acquaintances. It is the bronze warlord Hou Jun who escorted Chu Jun to the eighteenth floor of the Nether Desert Island.

Hou Jun looked at the scene of mutilated corpses on the ground, his face gradually became solemn. The five thousand sergeants had a look of arrogance and a slight disdain in their eyes, but when they flew over the battlefield, their faces The arrogance faded away, and there was a deep shock in his eyes. From the remaining traces of the battlefield, we can see what kind of tragic war went through here.

Hou Jun landed with a solemn expression, and walked towards Chu Jun and the others. The five thousand sergeants behind him gathered their magic weapons and walked on the ground.

"Who is your camp owner?" Hou Jun asked loudly, standing in front of thousands of embarrassed survivors.

The **** people didn't answer him, but they all looked in the same direction. Hou Jun followed everyone's gaze, his eyes suddenly changed, and he secretly said: "So it's him...no wonder!"

Chu Jun didn't pay attention to everyone's gaze, and didn't even lift his head. He was using the remaining Rin Moon's divine power to cast a small magic wound to heal the big club. The surviving disciples of the Tianhuangzong were all around, looking at the dying big club, with an expression of grief and inexplicable anger.

This time, Tianhuangzong has two primordial infants, ten golden cores, and one hundred base-building disciples. After this battle, fewer than fifty people survived, and three golden cores died. The worst thing is that two of the golden cores were actually killed by the Thunder Cannon of the Heavenly Bombing God in Tiankui City.

"Big Fat Cow, you must hold on to it, don't die!" The little eye circle stood beside him with red, crying cryingly.

Yuen Long, Huang Qi and others stood silently, Fan Jian knelt and squatted, his left hand tightly grasped the big stick with a **** palm, the green veins on the neck were streaked up: "Bonstick, don't give me your uncle Play dead, hold on, hold on!"

Luo Heng stood expressionless, with a ghost knife studded on his shoulder. The ghost general slashed his shoulder with a knife before he died. Although he was exhausted, he still cut into him. In the shoulder blades.

Hou Jun walked to Chu Jun and stood still, but did not disturb him. The five thousand regular soldiers behind him all looked at Chu Jun and the others suspiciously, apparently thinking that the dying guy was the camp owner.

Chu Jun exhausted the last bit of the moon's divine power in his body, and the holy light from the palm of his hand gradually dimmed until it disappeared. Fan Jian raised his bloodshot eyes and asked, "Boss, can the club be saved?"

"There will be a few more procedures, and I will try my best to cure him!" Chu Jun said solemnly.

Hou Jun hurriedly said: "Chu Jun...!"

Chu Jun raised his head and glanced at Hou Jun, before he finished speaking, waved his hand and said, "I'm not the camp owner, the camp owner Qin Ming is over there!" After speaking, he stood up and took out a tent of the Shenji Pavilion and opened it. He walked in with his club, and at the same time turned around and said: "Elder Yuan, Fan Jian, don't let anyone disturb this sect!"

Yuen Long hurriedly said: "Yes, the lord!"

Luo Heng and Xiao Xiao both followed and the tent was pulled up, and the disciples of the Tianhuangzong immediately surrounded the tent, preventing anyone from approaching.

Hou Jun couldn't help frowning, turning his head to look, his brows suddenly deepened, and not far away, an old man of Yuan Ying was treating a disabled person, and one of his legs was broken. It was **** and terrible. This person is the young man of the Daming Mansion, Qin Ming. This unlucky man was hit by a bombardment of the gods of thunder. Although there was a Yuan Ying guarding him, he was blown off and broke his leg. He fainted with pain. Not awake yet.

Xiao Yang, the owner of the Bianyang Mansion, is even more unlucky, and has fallen in the middle of the war. Hou Jun couldn't find the person in charge, so he had to order five thousand soldiers to clean the battlefield and wait until Chu Jun came out to make plans.

The time passed every minute, and the disciples of the Tianhuangzong circled around Chu Jun's camp, silently sitting and resting to heal their injuries. The other cultivators did not leave, and sat on the ground and waited.

Hou Jun looked at the tent with strange eyes, and so did the five thousand soldiers, because they had learned the course of the battle from individual practitioners.

More than 19,000!

A total of nearly 20,000 ghost clan died in this war. Among them, as many as 31 ghost generals, more than 100 ghost officers, and Chu Jun also defeated a ghost superintendent, this kind of achievement is undoubtedly It is quite brilliant, even if the price paid by the human cultivators is equally heavy, even the regular army is ashamed of such a record.

This time it was all because of Chu Jun. If Chu Jun hadn't taken the lead at the beginning, more than 20,000 people might have escaped. In the end, let alone achieve such a brilliant record, it would be good to have a chance to survive.

Hou Jun finally understood why everyone turned to Chu Jun when he asked who was the camp owner. There is no doubt that after this tragic battle, Chu Jun has established a unique prestige in the hearts of everyone!

Rumble...

A dozen troop carriers appeared in the east of Tiankui City, apparently pursuing the ghost army and returning!

The eldest prince stood on the deck of the main ship in high spirits, turned off the defensive circle, and comfortably enjoyed the oncoming wind. Indeed, there is nothing more exciting than the victory.

Du Runan led an army of one hundred thousand troops behind the ghost clan's collapsed soldiers, and kept driving out for nearly a thousand miles before returning. Although only a few thousand ghost soldiers were killed, it was a great victory, wasn't it?

"Congratulations to the prince, who made a great victory in the training, as pointed out by the soldiers, the ghost tribe fled to the wind, and successfully solved the danger of Tiankui City!" An staff flattered.

"Yeah, these ghost army is nothing great. Just seeing the shadow of our army, they ran away in fright!"

"It's not our prince's wise martial arts, those ghost tribe generals were shocked when they heard our prince's name!"

Du Runan frowned, pretending to be angrily: "This king hates people who slap horses and beards!"

Several staff members suddenly turned their lips together with sullen expressions and flattered them on the horse's legs. They couldn't help but regret secretly, but after hearing that Du Runan said: "The ghost army retreats, all because of my Chongming Sergeant fighting bravely, not afraid of life and death! "

"Hehe, the prince is right. All our soldiers are fighting for the first place. The prince will command Ruo Ding and sweep the army of ghosts!"

Du Runan glanced at the cargo approvingly, then turned his head and looked at the forward troop carrier on the left. On the bow deck of the forward troop carrier, there was also a person standing on the bow deck. It was the Seventh Prince Du Ruhui, who was the army's expedition. Du Runan, the prince, served as the head coach.

Each bow troop carrier can carry 5,000 people, so there are 20 bow troop carriers for the 100,000 army.

The Tiankui city defensive formation was closed, and the city lord Han Geng led dozens of his confidants out of the city, and the twenty-fore troop carrier sailed into Tiankui city mightily.

"Han Geng pays homage to the prince, the seventh prince!" Han Geng greeted Du Runan and Du Ruhui who had gotten off the boat, and said hello with a smile on his face.

Du Runan waved his hand with a spring breeze: "The Lord of the City is free!"

Du Ruhui just smiled, and followed his brother's side humbly, without being overly polite!

Han Geng is an old man, so he didn't dare to neglect Du Ruhui. He bowed his hand to Du Ruhui and said with a smile: "This time I rely on the Chongming Army to relieve the siege. The old man is really grateful. The old man has ordered someone to put the celebration wine. , Two princes please!"

Du Runan hurriedly said: "Lord City Lord, don't worry, go and summon the camp owners of Daming Mansion and Bianyang Mansion and the leaders of the various city sects. They are indispensable for defeating the monster army this time!" /

"Yes, yes, the old man's negligence!" Han Geng laughed and said, but he was secretly beating the drums in his heart, thinking of Chu Jun's scalp numbness, and he was doing too much. I am afraid that all People of all sect hate themselves very much at this moment.

Soon~IndoMTL.com~The bronze warlord Hou Jun came and hurried over and walked to Du Runan to salute: "Subordinates, see the commander, the deputy commander!"

Du Runan looked unhappy and said: "Why are you alone?"

Hou Jun looked embarrassed and said: "They... they refuse to come!"

Du Runan couldn't help changing his color, and shouted: "Presumptuous, how dare they defy the military order?"

Du Ruhui was refreshed, hehe smiled and said, "Brother calmed down, there must be a reason why they didn't come, Hou Jun, why didn't they come?"

Hou Jun hurriedly said: "This time the 50,000 ghosts came to attack, the Tianhuang Sect Master Chu Jun led various cultivators to fight bravely, killing nearly 20,000 ghosts, dozens of ghosts, and ghosts. Hundred, Chu Jun also defeated a ghost governor!"

Hou Jun didn't say the reason why they didn't come, but first said the merits, obviously he was willing to help them.

As soon as these sets of numbers came out, everyone present was shocked. Du Runan and Du Ruhui were both shocked. This is probably the biggest cut of human cultivators since the invasion of the ghost clan. Du Runan's heart throbbed. Although he did not directly participate in this battle, he is the coach, and the credit will definitely go to him in the end. Once this great victory is passed back, his reputation will not rise.

"Congratulations to the prince, a great victory, a great victory!" An staff member said with joy.

In a flash of flattery!

Du Runan's expression slowed down and asked: "Then why are they not willing to come to see the king?"

ps: There is one more update before 12 o'clock tonight,