On the battlefield of the East China Sea, the tidal army of alien beasts swept in again.

Fortunately, the party had only gained some respite, and the defense line barely survived after withstanding the first wave of attack.

There are no fancy offensive and defensive hand-to-hand combat, which makes the bloody level of the battlefield instantly rise by several notches.

Maybe the alien beast tore a hole with its flesh and blood one second, and the next moment it would be beaten into a sieve by the army that desperately pushed back.

The line of defense sometimes shrinks, sometimes pushes back, seemingly crumbling, but it has not yet collapsed.

This is of course due to the bloody struggle of every soldier on the battlefield, but it is also indispensable to the strategic planning of all commanders, and the tactical command full of spirit in one hand firmly holds the initiative of the situation in their hands!

Maybe fighting with the alien race in front of me, my human race is still inferior, but if you want to talk about a large-scale war, I'm sorry, everyone here is a younger brother!

……

Inside the command room.

"The No. 1023 Dinghai Town Demon Pillar needs support, please send additional manpower as soon as possible!"

"Roger! There are still plenty of people nearby to the No. 1019 Demon Pillar and No. 1031 Demon Pillar, and the reinforcements are expected to arrive in three minutes!"

"The 5th section of the defense line in Area A is running out of ammunition, please give supplies as soon as possible!"

"Arrived! Arrange delivery immediately!"

"Part of the equipment in Section 7 of Section E Defense Line is out of order and needs urgent repairs!"

"Roger! The logistics department will deal with it as soon as possible!"

“……”

The scene was particularly chaotic and hectic, with a mix of voices that was really loud and loud.

However, if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that it is actually chaotic and orderly, and it seems to be in a hurry, but in fact it is easy to do.

The Supreme Commanders did not pay much attention to the situation of the various defensive lines, and at this moment their attention was all drawn to the central point of the battlefield.

That's right, it's the "immortal fight" between Xuanwei and the Eight Divisions!

As long as you have a slight understanding of the battle situation, it is not difficult to come to a conclusion, that is, the outcome of this battle may directly affect the trend of the situation on the entire battlefield.

If Xuanwei can continue to hold back the eight tribes, and even stage the miracle of "a string of eight", the defense line will undoubtedly be much easier to defend.

On the contrary, once the Eight Divisions free up their hands and act as arrows to attack the defense line in turn, I am afraid that it will be no less than a nightmare experience of hellish difficulty.

"Can you transfer another group of monks, so as to help Daoist Xuanwei relieve some pressure?" Looking at the situation in the surveillance screen where Xuanwei was one enemy and seven, rushing left and right, but it was difficult to break the situation, a commander spoke.

"It's difficult! Not to mention that monks are needed everywhere in the defense line, even if you can draw out manpower, I'm afraid it will be difficult to insert into this level of fighting!" replied a high-ranking person from the Special Department.

As soon as these words came out, a few sighs could not help but sound in the command room.

It is said that the gods are fighting, and it is something that mortals can interfere with?

Ordinary monks were afraid that before they approached, they would be forced to retreat by the aftermath of the fight, and forcibly entering the arena was nothing more than giving away their heads.

"Let's just let the poor Dao and a few fellow Daoists go over to support, with our cultivation, even if we can't fight head-on, we can still do it with a little containment!" A calm voice sounded, and the person who spoke was Yuxu.

It is indeed difficult for ordinary monks to entrust them with important tasks, but the big man in the monk circle like Yuxu is obviously not among them. As he said, it may be a little difficult to fight head-on, but it is still not a problem to help relieve the pressure of Xia Xuanwei.

To put it simply, it acts as a-stirring stick in team battles.

There is certainly a certain risk in transferring a few top combat bosses from the defense line, but considering the overall situation, this risk must be taken!

"Damn, just fuck it! Just make a big one, let those aliens see our 'Great Power Long Sword' in China!" a military boss slammed the table and yelled viciously.

"Minister Yuxu, don't worry, we will cover the fire in the rear!" the middle-aged man, who was relatively mild-tempered, said solemnly to Yuxu.

……

Xuanwei Edgeworth blocked a stick from Jinnara, and a backhand thunder talisman forced Yaksha back, and then punched Asura.

The hill-like burly Asura, his fists alone were more than several times the size of Xuanwei's body, but under the hard touch, they both took a few steps back.

This scene looks quite visually shocking, after all, Asura's physique and strength are there, and it is an exaggeration that Xuan Wei can rely on his physical strength to shake it.

It is also thanks to the experience when he was in Dashan Village, when Xuanwei, who lost his cultivation, turned his head to study external skills, and had a certain understanding and mastery of the physical force skills.

Later, his cultivation was restored and skyrocketed for the second time, and the strength of Xuanwei's body was also rising under the nourishment of aura, and he never interrupted the cultivation of external skills, and now it can be called both internal and external cultivation.

Rumble~~~

Taking advantage of the brief stagnation after the collision between Xuanwei and Asura, the Heavenly Emperor and the dragons who were wandering on the side poured out their firepower in unison.

Click!

A soft sound came from Xuanwei's palm, but he saw that he had broken a piece of jade rune seal.

At the last moment, a golden barrier rose from under Xuanwei's feet, defending Xuanwei's body without any dead ends.

In the violent impact, the enchantment couldn't help shaking, and the golden light on the surface was even more shattered, and at the same time, the long-planned offensive of the Heavenly Emperor and the dragons was also quietly resolved.

The golden light of the enchantment shattered, and Garuda, who was swaying downward, waved his wings, and the cyan wind turned into a blade in the sky and slashed towards Xuanwei.

Xuan Wei waved his long sleeves towards Gangfeng unhurriedly, and the aura around his body exploded violently, directly shattering the knife-like Gangfeng.

Gandapo, who seemed to have the most non-existent presence in the field, quietly touched her fingers on the strings of the instrument, ready to give Xuanwei a cold knife.

Just as he was about to pluck the strings, a golden afterimage suddenly burst out from behind him, and in the blink of an eye, it was tied into a rice dumpling.

There is a way that the praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind, you think you are the old yin who eats chicken steadily, but you don't know that there is a Voldemort behind you who quietly locks your dog's head!

"Hua Q, is this person hanging, why is it getting more and more powerful!" The Emperor couldn't help but come to an elegant and easy-going curry-flavored rap.

This is really not the illusion of the Emperor of Heaven, in fact, in the process of fighting one against seven, Xuanwei has become more and more proficient in the control of his own strength, and various skills have tended to be harmonious.

At the same time, Xuanwei was in a hurry to break the situation, and with all his might, this gave the impression that the Emperor of Heaven was becoming more and more courageous.

Brush brush brush ~~~

Several crimson flame tails pierced the night sky, and the irritable sound of breaking the wind was like the roar of a dragon's sword.

"Master Xuanwei, retreat quickly!" the Yuxu Daoist came to the wind, shouting loudly from afar.

Xuanwei didn't hesitate, and Edgeworth stepped back.

In the next second, dozens of missiles roared.

Engraved with the glow of the soul of the Chinese army, echoing the roar of the Oriental Dragon, the great sword of the great country, brazenly unsheathed!

Winter Wind Express, the mission must be achieved!