Between the left hand of the ghost, the cow hair needles drifted down like rain.

In an instant, countless screams were deafening.

A sword light swung and more than three hundred people were cut down in unison.

Another sword light rushed into the sky, and the ground was cracked with terrifying sword marks, and all the cultivators along the way were torn apart, their limbs and arms were broken, and blood fell like rain.

"Dead! Mido-sama is dead!"

"Nishime-sama is also dead!"

"Run!"

The cultivator who had been killed by the ghost disciples retreated in embarrassment.

At this moment, the sound of a whining horn sounded, this was the clarion call for retreat, and the cultivators all retreated to the place outside the original Heavenly Trench Canyon as if they had been pardoned.

"Whirring ......"

Heavy gasps came and went, and everyone's hearts breathed a sigh of relief.

The battle was too hasty and too tense.

More than 100,000 cultivators, who have an absolute advantage in numbers, still haven't gained any benefits.

Several commanders gathered together, and their faces were very ugly.

"What's next?"

"What else can I do? take a break and keep killing, but that ghost ......"

Several people hated it, but looking at the distant warrior camp, their hearts were deflated.

Don't look at the hundreds of thousands of cultivators, there are a lot of cultivators, but there are very few masters of order or realm, except for the two who have just been exterminated, only four people are left here.

It's not that there is no powerhouse in the half-step realm, but they don't dare to send it.

Although the Dao level powerhouse does not dare to make a move on ordinary cultivators, he can arbitrarily wipe out the existence of a preliminary comprehension of the realm or the initial control of the order.

Every half-stepping Dao existence is an extremely rare master and a potential entry-level powerhouse, and they may be just one foot away from stepping into a higher level and becoming an invincible powerhouse at the top of the pyramid.

Because of the existence of a strong person at the Dao level, those who have half stepped into the Dao are in a very embarrassing situation.

Sent to the battlefield, it has a great effect, but it will also attract the Dao level to kill, and there is almost no room for resistance.

can not be sent, the semi-stepping Dao powerhouses on the Huaxia side can participate in the battle casually, such as the demons of the alphabet K Alliance, who are almost invincible on the battlefield, and the lethality caused is desperate.

And the other continents have entry-level existences and cannot enter the battlefield.

Therefore, in terms of peak combat power, the cultivators with a large number of people are at a disadvantage.

The high-level combat power is too terrifying.

Su Zixuan turned into a green dragon and swept through.

Luo Liuli's ultimate move was opened, and countless kills were killed.

With a wave of the ghost's hand, a large number of cultivators were wiped out......

Compared to these existences, there are really few cultivators in the three major battlefields who can compare, and even if they do, they don't dare to take the lead easily, for fear that there are Dao-level powerhouses hiding nearby, and they will be killed in seconds as soon as they emerge.

"You can only take your life!" said one of the commanders with a fierce expression.

The other three were silent, their hearts trembling slightly.

That's a human life!

"There is no other way! The order given to me from above is to destroy the Ancient Martial Realm at all costs. I believe the same is true of the orders you have received. If we can't, none of us will go unpunished. ”

"I don't understand, why do you want to do this? The combat power of the ancient martial arts realm is not as weak as mentioned above! The strength of the 20,000 martial artists that burst out makes people's hearts palpitate, if the number of opponents is the same as ours, it is foreseeable that we will definitely be defeated. ”

"Yes, although we have killed nearly 10,000 warriors, the number of people lost on our side is several times that of the other party! This battle is too difficult and bloody, what is it for?"

"We people are nothing more than chess pieces and cannon fodder, unless we can go further, we are not qualified to know the reason, I only know that if we fail, what awaits us will probably be a more severe punishment than death. ”

"Forget it, take a rest, wait for a general attack, no matter how strong the ancient martial arts realm is, won't there only 10,000 of the 20,000 martial artists left? ”

"Okay, then take a break, and wait for the general attack!"

The cultivator's side needs to rest, and the martial artist's side is even more so.

As far as the eye can see, there are 10,000 warriors left, all of them are bloody, nearly one-third of the warriors are injured, nearly 1,000 people have suffered varying degrees of internal injuries, and even some warriors are wailing bitterly, breaking their hands and feet, even if they survive, they will greatly retreat their strength.

In this battle, there is no winner.

Xiao Fan was still hiding in the void, looking down, his eyes were full of devastation, and the smell of blood was so strong that he frowned.

The thick tragedy and desolation spread in the hearts of every warrior, and many people gasped, their eyes were a little dull, looking at the corpses, and their hearts were sad.

No one knows if they will become one of these corpses in the next second.

"Xiao Fan, are you there?" A deep voice sounded, and the ghost disciples broke away from the warrior camp hundreds of meters, standing by an icy lake in the dark night.

There were fluctuations in the void, Xiao Fan quietly appeared, looked at the ghost disciple's clothes stained red with blood, and said silently: "It's hard." ”

"In order for more people to live, killing is inevitable, and killing to stop killing, although cruel, is the most effective. The ghost disciple said lightly.

Xiao Fan was silent, although he did not participate in any big battles, he felt a sense of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.

Killing, fighting, when will it subside?

There is really no right or wrong in many things, just because of different camps, different concepts, and the law of the jungle.

"They can't hold on. The ghost disciple said in a deep voice: "The other party still has an army of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, even if the remaining 10,000 martial artists are all at their peak, relying on the power of the formation, they will not be able to resist, and when the day dawns, the entire army will inevitably be wiped out." ”

"I know. Xiao Fan said: "It's cruel." ”

"No one retreated, and I could feel their sorrow and desolation. The ghost disciple exhaled: "They are all heroes of the ancient martial arts world. ”

"Heroes are meant to die. Xiao Fan said, silent for a while: "I may have a way." ”

The ghost's eyes lit up: "What way?"

"How much more can you use the power of the Terre bloodline?" Xiao Fan asked without answering.

The ghost's internal strength was running, and he felt it carefully: "It should still be able to use forty percent." What's wrong?"

"Forty percent ......" Xiao Fan thought for a moment and said: "It should be okay, lend me the power of this forty percent bloodline, I want to rebuild the Heavenly Trench Canyon." ”

"What?"

The ghosts were shocked.

The trench canyon is not man-made, it is a miracle of nature, standing here for I don't know how many years, and it cannot be destroyed by manpower.

Xiao Fan actually said that he wanted to rebuild the Heavenly Trench Canyon, how could this be possible? Could it be that rocks were used to pile up?

Even so, the sturdiness of that canyon could not be compared to the naturally formed Trench Canyon, and it was easy to be completely destroyed by the other party.

(End of chapter)