"Senior brother is here!" Qiao Ming looked at the figure in the sky that was entangled with Chi You, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

The appearance of Li Fengyuan means that the human race can have many fewer casualties.

But it's not enough.

The strength of the Terrans should not have been so weakened, but the Alpha Organization and the Bounty Hunter Organization, which accounted for nearly half of the Terrans' pseudo-immortals, suffered great losses in this war due to their bystanders. Moreover, the barren land has no aura support, and everyone's aura consumption cannot be replenished, which makes the combat power of the human race more and more worrisome.

But there's no way around it.

"Even if the third batch of reinforcements comes, I'm afraid it won't be enough. Qiao Ming looked at the chaotic battlefield, his wrinkled forehead was like a wall in the southern rainy season, wet. He looked at Ouyang Muxue on the side, as if he wanted to get some news from her to be congratulated.

But he could only see the same sad face as himself.

"Fengren, how is the formation preparation over there?"

"It will take time to stick a stick of incense, and then it will be able to give the soldiers on the front line a rest. Through the headphones, Qiao Ming could hear Gong Fengren's gasp, as thick as a cow.

He should also be a civilian.

"Why do you want a stick of incense!" Qiao Ming roared, but didn't get a reply.

Everyone is rushing.

Qiao Ming suddenly stopped, standing in the middle of everyone, motionless.

Everyone has done their best, from command to cannon fodder, no one is not here with their lives.

But it's still not enough, the people of the underworld are still coming in a steady stream. And now the appearance of Chi You has made the ranks of the top powerhouses on both sides begin to tilt a lot, and when Ouyang Sanchi is defeated and retreats, no one will be able to stop Liang Mo.

This is still supported by the opportunity of life.

Do you have to die to save the Terrans?

"Old Joe!"

"Ahh

"Come on!"

In a trance, when he was awake, Huang Fuchen was holding his mutilated arm, and there was a wisp of black smoke beside him.

It was the black smoke left behind by the dead spirits.

Qiao Ming knew that Huang Fuchen was blocking a knife for himself.

He hurriedly pulled Huang Fuchen aside, wanting to bandage him and treat his wounds. With such a strong life opportunity as now, as long as the dead qi from Huang Fuchen's wound was cleared, he would soon recover.

It's just that this hand will never come back.

When Qiao Ming subconsciously glanced at Ouyang Muxue, she was looking at herself, with some indistinct emotions written in her eyes. Is it disappointment, or is it annoyance?

"Whatever it is, life matters. Huang Fuchen suddenly grabbed Qiao Ming's hand, and the green tendons on his hands burst out.

Qiao Ming's lips trembled, unable to speak.

Life is the most important, so for the sake of his Qiao Ming's life, Huang Fuchen sacrificed a hand.

"Let's go and see the other brothers, I can still kill!" Huang Fuchen struggled to stand up after Qiao Ming dispelled the dead qi, and ran to the war zone without even waiting for the wound to heal completely.

Although he was only a half-immortal peak cultivator, at this moment, he alone could reduce the casualties of many ordinary aliens.

"Don't forget what you should do!" Qiao Ming still wanted to stop Huang Fuchen, but Ouyang Ruoxue's voice soon came from the earphones.

Sure enough, there is no room for the slightest emotion on the battlefield.

Qiao Ming is not a child, he is already in his forties, thinking that if he has a life after the war, he will go to Huang Fuchen and invite him to have a drink.

"Here are three groups of two teams, please return to the three groups of war zones!"

Before Ouyang Muxue could give an order, a voice came from the earphones.

Just said the order she wanted to give.

"The three groups of people return to the three groups of war zones and block them!" Ouyang Muxue was still like that, and he wouldn't blink his eyes when he let a group of people go to death.

At this time, the second group of theaters has been effectively suppressed, but the fighters of the third group of theaters have reached the end of the crossbow, and someone must pick them up.

Death again.

"Three groups of two teams listen to orders!"

"In!"

"Count the number of people!"

"Feng Xucong!"

"Chen'an!"

"Huo Yang!"

“......”

"Write down all these names. Ouyang Muxue turned around and instructed Chu Mu.

"Understood. Chu Mu is not Ouyang Muxue, she knows how determined she is to shout her names one by one, and she has already tears in her eyes at this time.

"Not a single one can be missed, this is what the whole human race owes them. ”

"Yes, Teacher!"

This scene, how familiar. In the past, I also suffered a national calamity in China, and a large number of soldiers were buried on the battlefield and shrouded in horse leather. But looking back, how many people can remember them?

Who knows that the eight years of the Anti-Japanese War did not rely on those famous generals, but on these tens of millions of soldiers who were willing to die?

This time, of course, it is impossible to forget!

"Do you know that this place is called Huaxia?"

I don't know who shouted, shouting in the chaos, and drowned in the fighting.

His voice was never heard again.

"Ma Mingyun, the three of you go to assist Ouyang Sanchi, even if your soul is scattered, you have to block him!"

Now Liang Mo has lost the spirit of the heavenly people, and he is just a peak of earth immortals with transcendent sword intent, and the soul of a few of them should be enough to flatter them to lay down the formation.

But there is another group, the most indispensable thing in the underworld is such a necromancer, and after Ma Mingyun leaves, the pressure of the group will increase sharply, and it may be broken at any time. In the face of these necromancy, even if it ignites the soul, the effect will not be very good.

What else can be done?

"Where are the two principals, haven't you been in touch yet?" Ouyang Muxue began to urge again.

"Can't be reached!" the distribution group quickly replied. They also hoped to find Liang Shuming as soon as possible, because Liang Shuming could be said to be their spiritual pillar, and with the realm of Liang Shuming's half-step immortal, it was enough to change the tide of the battle.

But the results were not satisfactory.

"Ahem, the old man is here. Wei Lian and Du Jingmo supported Liang Shuming and appeared beside Ouyang Muxue.

In order to drag Liu Mingfan before, Liang Shuming was already injured, and then he was split by Liu Mingfan with a sword, and now the whole person looks a little sluggish.

Around him, there was still a dead air as black as ink.

That's the power of a thousand pounds.

"Qiao Ming!" Ouyang Ruoxue knew what to do without Liang Shuming opening her mouth, and immediately called Qiao Ming to dispel the dead qi for Liang Shuming.

If the dead qi in Liang Shuming's body can be dispersed, then Liang Shuming's strength will soon be restored under the nourishment of life opportunities, even if it is not at the peak, it is enough to change everything.

"You don't have to call him here. But Liang Shuming organized Ouyang Muxue, "I have been attacked by death qi in my heart, unless Zhang Zhongjing is reincarnated, no one can save me." ”

Ahem, a mouthful of dirty blood.

"That's the last thing I can do. Liang Shuming slowly closed his eyes, and a circle of golden light spread from him.

A soul glowing with golden light appeared in front of everyone.

He walked towards the front of the formation, with a golden light.

Step by step.

Nine steps away, life and death have been decided.

Liang Shuming's soul became more empty with every step, and after nine steps, it was already a yellow shadow under a lamp, which could dissipate in the blink of an eye.

After that, without even an expression, it dissipated into the heavens and the earth.

Only the nine-step golden lotus behind him did not disperse, but became more and more shining.

Everyone could feel their aura suddenly skyrocketing at this moment, and there were even a few people who broke through the bottleneck that they had not been able to break through for decades.

The barren land was originally devoid of aura, but this moment was there.

Ouyang Muxue felt the majestic aura that was re-injected into the veins and opened her eyes.

His eyes were blood-red, and his black eyes had turned gray, almost blind.

These auras were transformed by Liang Shuming's lifelong cultivation, and now that he has given them all, it can only be said that he has ......

"Teacher!" Behind him were the cries of Wei Lian and Du Jingmo.

Blood kept spilling out of Wei Lian's eyes, and Ouyang Muxue knew that his eyes were no longer saved.

But he didn't know that Wei Lian's cultivation was not in the spiritual platform, but in his eyes.

"Empty and silent!" Du Jingmo suddenly let out a long roar, which made Ouyang Muxue's ears hurt a little.

Then he found that more than half of the group of necromancers he was facing had been cut off and dissipated into the dust.

Du Jingmo slowly put away the short knife in his hand and fainted to the ground, blood oozing from his ears, which was very terrifying.

Ouyang Muxue didn't know what Du Jingmo had done, but this was tantamount to greatly reducing the pressure on the group, and even giving the group a chance to fight back.

If Liang Mo can be eliminated, this war will begin to gain the upper hand.