The changes outside the battlefield do not affect the soldiers who are cleaning the battlefield, even if everyone hangs the lottery, but no one feels tired, like a busy bee, shuttling back and forth.

The swamp, which had not been bombarded by artillery fire, was swallowed up by darkness, and in the fiercer storm it was pitch black, and it was not for the purple lightning that tore through the sky, and soon disappeared into darkness.

In the swamp below, there were really many monks who cheated to death, and after the artillery bombardment ended, they took advantage of the terrain to flee outward. They were all frightened, and even if they still had combat power, they didn't dare to make a move.

After the change of prey and hunter status, all the monks hated pulling them into the dragon pavilion of this killing game.

In the process of fleeing in a hurry, the panic in their hearts continued to accumulate, some people finally reached a critical point and began to collapse, in the dark swamp, after someone fell, he shouted uncontrollably: "Long Ge killed Lao Tzu!"

Then, the sound of cursing the Dragon Pavilion sounded in several places.

Yin Dong was not far away, teleporting back and forth in the swamp in a ghostly manner, and when he heard the scolding, he stopped there, not far from the monk who was scolding.

Although I couldn't see his expression, it seemed that he didn't mean to do anything at all.

The monk spotted him, too, as mechanical as he stood still, without the slightest fighting spirit. In his hand, the long sword, which had been cut off by the cannonball, dragged it to the ground, and blood dripped down the body of the sword, making a ticking sound.

Yin Dong, whose whole body was shrouded in darkness, was still, like a sculpture, but there was an invisible momentum that made the monk feel extremely depressed.

There was a strange confrontation scene between the two, but he didn't hate this man like a demon god in hell at all, and he was grateful that Yin Dong didn't do it directly.

The place where the two of them landed was the remains of a lizard that had been killed in the swamp. The lizards that originally lived in this swamp are estimated to be extinct, and the remains of lizards are scattered everywhere.

"You guys, let's recruit soldiers, I can do anything!"

Since Yin Dong did not directly kill him, after the monk was shocked, he felt that he could save himself, so he asked tentatively. Nima Longge is too pitiful, and the high-level sects who obey the command of Longge also have holes in their minds, or the Huaguo military is more reliable, even if it is a small soldier, it is better than following Longge as cannon fodder.

"Brother Ling, there is a monk here who wants to join the army, can you accept it?" Yin Dong asked Ling Fan for instructions in the communicator, and if he accepted it, he was his own person, and there was no conflict with Ling Fan's order not to let go of an enemy.

"If you don't accept it, but if you sincerely surrender, you can accept it, throw it into the secret realm, and kill the trialists. "Anyway, there are so many Hidden Holy Gate disciples in the Gray Island Secret Realm, Ling Fan feels that it doesn't hurt to have more monks to take prisoners.

The voice that came from the communicator, in the dark night of this swamp, even with the interference of the storm, was so clear and pleasant, and all the monks who heard it had a sense of happiness and fear after the rest of their lives, and then they all rushed to surrender.

Soon, at Ling Fan's request, Gu Wen's loudspeaker sounded again: "Those who are not dead yet, come and gather, surrender and don't kill! ”

One by one, the monks who pretended to be dead climbed up and quickly gathered in the direction where Yin Dong was.

Ling Fan's figure flickered, landed beside Yin Dong, wiped the rain from his face, and made a very strange request: "Dongzi, get a Longyuan umbrella to block the rain, I am addicted to smoking." ”

Yin Dong laughed, really used Long Yuan to condense a Long Yuan umbrella, blocked the heads of the two of them, and then took the cigarette handed over by Ling Fan, took two puffs, and asked, "Next, are we going to kill directly in the capital?"

"Then it's better to ask Master, is there a location of the Dragon Pavilion's lair, we have to once and for all, tear down the Dragon Pavilion's Dragon Nest, and clean up those ambitious guys, so as to ensure that in the next foreign war, Blue Star will unite and unite with the outside world, without always guarding against someone stabbing in the back. ”

Ling Fan knew that the battlefield was under the surveillance of Donghai City, and the video of the battle situation taken would be broadcast publicly in the capital, and his words were thrown out, just like a depth charge, which would definitely detonate the entire cultivation world, and it was estimated that some old monsters who were not born in the world would be alarmed, and the situation would definitely be further intensified.

At another time, Ling Fan's words would only make the people in the cultivation world sneer, but now with the power of a one-sided slaughter, he released cruel words, and even the Dragon Pavilion Deacon, who was watching this scene through the video, did not dare to despise it, and his expression became very difficult to look at.

Even if the Dragon Pavilion deacon intellectually felt that the location of his lair was hidden, it would be difficult to find it, and with a strong formation defense, it was impossible to break through at all. But what if?

The power of the Chinese military's energy weapons can be seen in this war, and there is no guarantee that the military will have more powerful energy weapons as hole cards.

In short, the Huaguo military is a lion whose strength is far underestimated, at the beginning of the natural disaster, they just did not adapt to the rapidly changing world environment, and were forced to withstand the suppression of the forces of the Dragon Pavilion and the cultivation world, but now that they have adapted to it, they can fight in a way they are familiar with, and they show their claws and fangs.

The deacon of the Dragon Pavilion couldn't sit still, and after a glance, the various forces and bigwigs in the conference room ignored him, as if what Ling Fan said was so funny, and they all looked at it with a smile.

"Since you don't care about the Chinese military and are willing to raise tigers, then let it be you, I hope you don't regret it one day. The dragon pavilion deacon couldn't sit down any longer, and walked away.

Just as he was going out, Yin Dong yelled: "Get out of the way!"

Ling Fan was caught off guard, was kicked away, and fell into the distance, and where he was standing just now, a blazing sword light appeared, shining incomparably in the darkness.

Almost at the same time, a blood-colored dragon shadow pounced, crashed into the sword light, and exploded.

Yin Dong's figure also rushed straight up, and a fire dragon phantom behind him soared into the air, reflecting the black mid-air, allowing a white-robed young man with a flying sword on his feet to appear.

"It's the Dragon's ...... Juggernaut-sama?"

In the conference room, a big man's voice trembled, making the deacon of the Dragon Pavilion stunned, turned his head suddenly, and his dark face instantly brightened again.

The Sword Saint of the Dragon Pavilion was not a low-level Saint Realm like the Winged Tiger Saint and the Black Eagle Saint, he was a peerless master at the peak of the Saint Realm and on the verge of breaking through.

The deacon of the Dragon Pavilion laughed, and the villain laughed wildly: "The Lord of the Sword Saint has been alarmed, and those jumping clowns of the Huaguo military will be destroyed, and it will only be a snap of the adult's fingers. ”

The conference room was silent.

On the screen, Yin Dong looked at the Sword Saint as if he was facing a great enemy, and asked in a deep voice, "The people of the Dragon Pavilion?"