Relying on the involvement and harassment of the special operations team, especially after successfully beheading dozens of nearly a hundred small leaders responsible for commanding the alien beasts, the offensive of the alien army couldn't help but stagnate.

The previous smooth advancing rhythm like mercury was obviously disrupted by this first blow, which corresponded to the sentence in the left cross, "one drum, then decline, three and exhaustion".

After witnessing the heroic deeds of the decapitation action team, Huaxia's morale has climbed to the peak with the anger burning in his chest!

There is no retreat behind him, only a battle against the water, and it is a dead word to be great!

If you can fight to the last second like those heroes and leave your name in this epic battle that can go down in history, your life as a warrior is worth it!

"China will win! Mankind will win!"

I don't know who was the first to shout, and then more and more people joined in, and after a few seconds, it converged into an overwhelming wave of earth-shattering sounds!

For a time, even the sound of fireworks and artillery bombardment was suppressed by the roar of a dragon.

The sound of the sound spread to thousands of households through live broadcasts, resounding in every corner of the Shenzhou continent and echoing in the ears of every Chinese people.

"All the people are united, all the people are united, what a prosperous national fortune this is!" Xuan Wei said with emotion.

In the subtle perspective, the national fortunes that poured from all over the land of China gathered into a mighty torrent and blessed all the human beings present.

Every soldier on the battlefield, even if they can't see the fortune of the country, they also vaguely perceive a mysterious blessing.

The feeling is far less effective than the greatly enhanced attribute panel in the game, but rather an inexplicable sense of solidity that seems to have a thick wall as its backing.

Not only that, but this sturdy backing is also extremely warm and soft, like the embrace of a mother in infancy, constantly pumping life energy into the tired body.

The two diametrically opposed feelings, but they blend together quite harmoniously, and people don't feel out of harmony and weirdness at all.

"With the whole country as the backing, how can this war be lost!" Xuanwei's eyes flashed with glitter, but he saw him raise his head and pick up the wine gourd and pour it, and with his backhand, he pulled out the Qingping sword from the sword box and turned into a wave of thousands of sword lights cutting into the beasts.

Sneer~~~

The cyan sword light sparked in all directions, and all kinds of blood flew everywhere it passed, and the stumps were all over the sky.

The Qingping sword in Xuanwei's hand swung faster and faster, and the figure became more and more ethereal, and the beautiful sword light was like a light veil dancing lightly in the hands of a beautiful woman in a neon dress.

The intoxicating sword light has become a beautiful scenery deeply imprinted in the eyes of countless alien races at the end of life, and it seems that even the death itself has become insignificant to be able to take away the life of such a brilliant sword light.

On the battlefield, there was a very strange scene.

Xuan Wei is only one person and one sword, but the place he passes through will be reduced to a vacuum area of life in a short moment!

The efficiency of clearing monsters, which can be called "no damage brushing", has eased a lot of the pressure of the entire battle situation. And Xuan Wei still seems to think that he is not fast enough to kill monsters and can't attract more hatred, so he simply summoned the Monkey Rider to output it.

Although Xuanwei is now proficient in flying and even flying against the wind, it takes a certain amount of aura and mental strength to do so, and with Xuan as a mount, Xuanwei can completely let go of his hands and feet to exert his skills and maximize his output.

Ahem, as we all know, there is almost nothing between the infantry and the cavalry.

……

Seeing that Xuanwei was riding on the battlefield and chopping melons and vegetables like a matchless, several demon clan powers living in the center of the alien beast army finally showed a little impatience.

"Roar~~~" A roar more majestic than the roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon exploded from the center of the alien beast army, and the sea surface was actually blown up by this earth-shattering roar.

Many of the strange beasts that were closer were shocked and exploded to death on the spot, turning into a blood mist in the sky, and the strange beasts that were a little farther away also hugged their heads and wailed, looking very painful.

Even the strong physique of the alien beast is difficult to support, let alone the flesh and blood of human beings, and without defense, the human beings who are holding the defense line only hear a loud noise, which pierces the eardrum and heats, and then the eyes go black, and the brain is completely blank.

The worst of all were the soldiers who stood on the front line, bleeding one by one, and collapsed limply on the deck of the battleship, or plunged headlong into the dark water.

Even the monks, whose physical qualities were far beyond ordinary people, fell into a brief period of deafness, and rolled on the ground with a splitting headache.

"Tsk! Those ancient demons finally can't help but end?" Xuanwei frowned slightly, and tightened the Qingping Sword in his hand.

Fang Cai's roar did not have a substantial impact on Xuan Wei, but after all, the man under him was still a young beast, and he was also slightly stunned at the moment, and he couldn't find the north.

"I'm sorry for you, then it's up to Poor Dao to come by himself!" Xuan Wei turned over and jumped off his back, patted it on the head and said.

In the next second, Xuan Wei was retracted into the space in his sleeve.

Xuanwei horizontal sword in front of his chest, and the aura in his body poured into Qingping Sword like a flood of sluice.

The sword body of the Qingping Sword bloomed with a scorching cyan sword light, and the lingering surging cyclone blew away the clouds above the night sky, revealing the bright stars below.

"Come and don't be rude, this sword is the return gift of the poor road!" Xuan Wei's face was as pale as water, and he turned his hand and waved his sword and slashed forward.

What are you yelling at so loudly? Then you go to the property management! You roar again! I cut you!

Xuan Wei's demeanor when he swung the sword was still elegant and easy-going, but this sword was obviously a little more serious and angry than the one he had just swung casually.

Finally, the morale of the human side was raised to the peak, but it was almost lost by this sudden roar, and if it came a few more times, wouldn't the situation be reversed?

Yes, Xuanwei's sword was shot with the belief that it would be killed!

The cyan sword that condensed into a substance was hundreds of meters in size, and there seemed to be a pair of invisible arms in the void holding this big sword that was enough to split mountains and mountains, and slashed towards the center of the alien army.

The sword slashed and fell, and the alien beasts under the blade of the sword seemed to be sucked into their souls, and no matter how they struggled, they were horrified to find that they could not control their bodies at all.

It's as if the moment the sword is slashed, they are already firmly locked, and they can no longer rewrite the result of being given death.

There was a commotion in the center of the alien beast army, but I saw several violent demonic qi rushing into the sky, and more than ten ancient demons hidden in it joined hands to meet this sword gang.