Chapter 1888

At this time, Li Yundong couldn't help but show a surprised look on his face. He watched sun Baitian constantly pull a little from the iron mud, and then throw it on the table. As soon as the iron mud fell on the table, it became weapons one after another, including knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, knives and forks!

These little clay figurines quickly picked up a handful of weapons one by one, and then lined up neatly. Each step they took, they made a neat roar on the table, like a real army marching, giving people a sense of pressure that can not be underestimated. Especially when they came to the boundary of yin and Yang patterns, they came out of a leading clay figurine, and the clay figurine raised his hand, The clay figurine soldiers behind them suddenly stopped with a roar, as neat as a lion in a hundred battles!

The first clay figurine held up his long sword, and then the clay soldiers behind him immediately clapped and raised their weapons. It seemed that a steel forest grew on the table.

Although the practitioners in the yacht felt separated by a distance, there was still a cold and murderous spirit coming to their faces!

They were stunned one by one, as if an army suddenly appeared on the table. They were going to attack the city and pull out the stronghold in the next second!

At this time, the yacht was very quiet, as if you could hear a needle drop.

Sun Baitian looked at Li Yundong proudly. He said, "Li Zhenren, let's start?"

As soon as he spoke, he saw the head clay figurine standing in the eight trigrams pattern of the round table, and suddenly cut down the long sword held high in his hand!

These dense little mud people made a loud roar, violently broke through the boundary of Yin-Yang and eight trigrams, and killed Li Yundong's stronghold!

For a moment, the people only thought that the round table was the battlefield, and the clay figurines were the soldiers who fought with blood. They roared and rushed forward like monsters, murderous, unstoppable and invincible!

Ziyuan was shocked by the amazing momentum of these small clay figurines. She had never seen such a fight, and she didn't know how to deal with it!

Ziyuan stared and said, "what should I do? How should I deal with it?"

Although Li Yundong has spent many years in the three thousand small world of burning finger bowl, he has almost turned over all Buddhist and Taoist classics and learned almost all spells, after all, he rarely uses these spells in actual combat, especially such incredible fighting skills as in front of him!

Facing the swarming mud soldiers, Li Yundong was shocked and soon began to cast spells.

Li Yundong pointed to the table, and soon the soil particles at the boundary between yin and Yang kept beating. Each soil was expanding, and soon formed a high wall, which blocked the way of these mud soldiers.

But these clay soldiers bumped into the hard wall, but they were not discouraged at all. They soon separated a line, and the clay soldiers behind pushed up the siege vehicles made by sun Baitian's magic one by one.

These mud soldiers, in groups of thirty or fifty, surrounded by carts, or more than a dozen people holding ladder after ladder, rushed towards the wall like ants.