After a short confrontation, the herald raised the red flag in his hand and shouted, "Wait!"

The five hundred crossbowmen finally picked up their longbows again, mounted their arrows, and pulled the strings of attack. ``

Five hundred longbows were drawn like a full moon.

There was a scalp-tingling tightening of the bowstring again.

The onlookers who were still laughing and scolding Dongguo suddenly quieted down, and the real war was finally about to kick off.

There was a dumbness in the field, and the needle drop could be heard.

The herald suddenly burst out: "Release!"

Buzz Buzz Buzz ......

Almost at the same time, five hundred crossbowmen let go of their bowstrings, and the taut bowstrings lost their restraints and bounced back with their arrows, sending five hundred feathered arrows into the air.

Whoosh whoosh ......

The dense rain of arrows flew into the sky, drawing dense arcs, and at the highest point, the arrows began to droop, and five hundred arrows fell around Yun Mo on the ground.

When the crossbowmen shot their arrows, they didn't deliberately aim all their arrows at Yun Mo, because the arrows were dead and the people were alive, and the time between the feather arrows leaving the bowstring and flying in front of Yun Mo was enough for this Yun Half-Immortal to dodge.

Wen Yuan smiled slightly: "He won't hide at all, these arrow rains will consume his qi machine, I'm afraid it's not even a dime." ”

As if verifying what Wen Yuan said, the feather arrow at the front was a foot in front of Yun Mo's body, and suddenly and strangely still, and then, the entire five hundred feather arrows hovered in mid-air without exception.

Five hundred crossbowmen watched in horror, and even forgot to replace them with a second feathered arrow.

The herald was the first to react and burst into a shout: "Wait!"

The five hundred crossbowmen came to their senses, hurriedly drew a second arrow from their quivers, placed it on the bowstring, and pulled it again.

Although the bowstring was still full, the vast majority of crossbowmen felt frustrated in their hearts.

The herald burst into a shout: "Release!"

Five hundred feather arrows broke through the air **** again.

At the same moment, the first wave of feather arrows hovering in mid-air slowly turned around, and the arrows were aimed at the three thousand armor soldiers.

Seeing this scene, the three thousand armor soldiers were all like facing a great enemy, and the herald shouted loudly in a panic: "Emperor!"

Five hundred swordsmen and a thousand pikemen took off their shields and stood in front of them.

The five hundred feathered arrows that turned the arrows began to accelerate.

At the same moment, the second wave of arrow rain in the sky suddenly changed direction, blended into the first wave of arrow rain, and shot like locusts into the battle array of three thousand armor soldiers.

The five hundred crossbowmen suddenly felt stunned as if they were lifting a stone and hitting their own feet.

A total of a thousand feathered arrows, with a whistling sound, fell overhead.

Jingle Bell!

The iron arrows slammed against the shield and iron armor with a dense, scalp-tingling crunch.

The crunch of metal clashing was mixed with the dull sound of a blunt force entering the flesh, like a bayonet stabbing into thick brown paper, during which there was a muffled sound of muffled grunts, and feathered arrows pierced through the gaps in the iron armor, or directly pierced through the iron armor, nailed into the flesh of the armor.

Finally, the scalp-tingling sound of breaking through the air disappeared.

A thousand feathered arrows directly made more than 300 pikemen and more than 100 sword soldiers of many crossbowmen on both sides lose their combat effectiveness, and the 1,000 heavily armored knights, although they had no shields, because their bodies were covered with heavy iron armor, the casualties were the smallest.

The five hundred crossbowmen sent out the first wave of attacks, and they didn't even touch Yun Mo's sleeves, but their side lost twenty percent of the men and horses, which was undoubtedly a big blow to them.

The crossbowmen were very frustrated, and the arrows they shot ended up harming their own people, and without waiting for the herald to give the order, the remaining two hundred or so crossbowmen decisively threw away their longbows and drew their short knives from their waists.

Although they knew that they would lose this battle, none of the remaining 2,000 or so armor soldiers retreated.

Because if they take a step back, their relatives and friends will be implicated.

Although life is not worth much in these years, for the vast majority of people, the lives of their relatives cannot be exchanged for money.

The remaining nearly 2,500 armorers were decided.

Without waiting for the herald's orders, the swordsmen and spearmen were already approaching this terrifying demi-immortal.

More than 300 swordsmen rushed to the front, followed by more than 600 pikemen.

The more than 1,000 people let out a deafening roar and began to charge, the speed getting faster and faster, like a torrent of steel rushing towards Yun Mo.

A thousand swordsmen and spears charged, surging towards Yun Mo like a tidal wave.

Yun Mo put his hands behind his back and took a slight step forward.

These thousand menacing armor warriors, plus more than a dozen Kaiguang Realm masters who were hidden during the period, were still not qualified to let him make a move.

These armor soldiers were all in jet-black iron armor, the swords and guns in their hands glowed with metallic light, and the line of soldiers was like an unstoppable torrent of steel, and they soon came to Yun Mo's side.

Roaring and shaking.

At a distance of twenty paces from Yun Mo, the armor soldiers who launched the charge reached their maximum speed, and the pikemen in the first row with developed arm strength threw the spears in their hands violently, and hundreds of spears let out a screaming sound that broke through the air, stabbing directly at Yun Mo.

Immediately afterwards, a hundred pikemen in the second row threw their spears as usual, and then quickly drew their short knives at their waists.

A total of five waves of a total of 500 spears were thrown in succession, the purpose was to distract Na Yunmo to deal with the spears and win a chance for the sword soldiers in front of him to make a move.

Since it is sending death, it is worth dying.

The order given to them by the Demon King Palace was to consume Yun Mo's combat power as much as possible, and they didn't expect them to be able to hurt Yun Mo at all, although they received this kind of order, it didn't mean that they didn't have the slightest thought.

Three thousand people, one Spirit Void Realm Venerable, more than thirty late-stage powerhouses of the Open Light Realm, plus hundreds of Open Light Realm Demon Cultivators, such combat power is ranked among the top ranks even if you look at the entire Demon Realm.

A succession of spears broke through the air, but Yun Mo still didn't make a move.

He's just taking a step forward.

Just like the thousand feathered arrows just now, these five hundred more powerful spears were just about to land in front of Yun Mo, they hung strangely in the air, and then quickly turned around and flew towards the camp of the thousand armor soldiers.

With a muffled pop, a spear plunged into the chest of the swordman who rushed at the front, and then pierced through his lower back, and the spear continued to sink into the ground. The knife soldier continued to charge forward, and the whole person slid upwards on the spear that passed through his body for some distance, and the head of the spear was pressed into his chest, hanging him in the air.

The swordsman at the forefront of the charge did not blink.

Almost at the same time, the dull sound of a blunt object entering the flesh continued to sound in the field, and in front of the powerful spear, the iron armor and the human body were like paper paste, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were nailed to the ground by the spear.

Under the huge forward speed, the armor soldier who had no time to dodge collided with the unlucky robe in front of him, fell to the ground, and the lucky ones were kicked a few times, and the unlucky ones were trampled to death by the armor soldiers behind.

The charging formation was disrupted in an instant.

A sturdy armorer gritted his teeth, pulled out the spear that passed through his right arm, held a short knife in his left hand, and roared and pounced on Yun Mo, who was only three steps away from him.

But what made him desperate was that when the short knife was only three feet away from the top of Yun Mo's head, it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and all its power dissipated.

Immediately afterward, the limbs of this powerhouse in the late stage of enlightenment detached from his body, and his entire head exploded into a cloud of blood mist mixed with white brain plasma.

Yun Mo remained silent and continued to walk forward.

Bloody spears kept coming at him, and short knives slashed at him, but the blades all stood still when they were three feet away from him.

And whenever a late-stage cultivator of the Open Light Realm who was hidden in the crowd and was ready to fish in troubled waters attacked Yun Mo, whether it was a magic weapon or a blade, it could not cause any damage to that invisible and untouchable boundary, at most it could stir up a circle of ripples on the surface.

"One person, one world?" At the edge of the square, the high priest's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of curiosity appeared on his old face, the middle finger of the old man's right hand, who had the supreme status in the Demon Domain, was slightly bent, and then flicked it slightly.

An ancient majestic qi machine shot out from the old man's fingers, and instantly came to the cavalry battle formation that had not yet been dispatched.

The Spirit Void Venerable who was hidden in the cavalry turned around suddenly, and when he saw the old and the young, he bent down and saluted.

The qi machine didn't enter the eyebrows of a horseman, and the horseman suddenly flourished.

There are immortal possessions!

Around Yun Mo, those who dared to make a move on him turned into a puff of blood mist without exception, like a bewitching painting.

Yun Mo walked over, leaving stumps and broken arms along the way.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the more than 1,000 armorers were killed and wounded. >