Shen Lei received the scout's report, and looked coldly in the direction where the magic circle was located, and his eyes flashed with blood-red light: "The whole army is assembled!" ”

With this command, the sound of a trumpet pierced the silence of the woods. The remaining more than 400 soldiers gathered into an array and accelerated forward in the direction pointed by Shen Lei.

At the same time, the two girls are also actively preparing.

"Qingjun, how many more times can you cast such a spell just now?"

"I just put dozens of spells like that, and it's no problem for me to put them. However, I have a few breaths between each cast. If a large number of soldiers come up from all sides at the same time, I am afraid that I will not be able to stop it. ”

Han Qing showed a smile that was in his hands: "If that's the case, let's make this place the enemy's burial place today." ”

In the forest, she carefully arranged many delicate and small magic weapons. Then he chanted a profound mantra and danced. With her peerless dance, clouds and mist gradually rose in the forest, and the line of sight could only see less than twenty centimeters. In the clouds and mist, there were countless figures of girls in white floating.

Han Qing returned to Qingjun's side, only to see that there were many crystal clear beads of sweat condensed on her snow skin carved like white jade. Obviously, the spell just now also had a great load on her. She took off a ring on her finger, took Qingjun's left hand, and put it on Qingjun's middle finger.

"The name of this ring is Qingxin. The wearer is immune to illusions of the same level. This is my gift to you, I hope you enjoy it. ”

The moment he put on the Pure Heart Ring, in Qingjun's eyes, the clouds and phantoms in the forest suddenly dissipated.

Qingjun raised his finger and looked at the pure heart ring. It is made of white gold with intricate patterns engraved with gold thread, which eventually converge on the sapphire in the center. The appearance of a single material is already extremely precious in this era. Not to mention, it's still a magic weapon. Even if it is the Heavenly Master's Mansion with thousands of years of savings, there are no more than ten magic weapons of this grade in total.

"Sister Qing, it's too precious. When the enemy is repulsed, I will give it back to you. ”

Han Qing smiled and squeezed Qingjun's palm, placing his left hand side by side. On Han Qing's middle finger, he was wearing a ring of the same style, the only difference was that the gem in the center of this ring was red.

"The ring on my hand is called Confusion. They were originally a couple and have been around for hundreds of years. Historically, they have been worn by the Holy Maiden and her guardian knights so that they can fully play their role. In this world now, the only person who is willing to protect me is Qingjun. You are the most suitable owner for it. ”

Han Qing said quietly, with a faint mist in her eyes.

Qingjun listened to her words that seemed to be pointed, and his heart fluttered.

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Shen Lei came over with the soldiers, and when he saw the fog in the forest, he was shocked. With a wave of his hand, the hundreds of households below did not need to be ordered, and they had already dispersed with their soldiers, surrounding the entire area.

Shen Lei stood on a high mound of earth and shouted loudly: "Holy Maiden of Mingjiao, come out and surrender!" You go back with me honestly, serve the court, and have your own reward! ”

He waited for a moment, and found that there was no movement in the forest, so he ordered: "The whole army is approaching!" ”

The soldiers lined up in array, advancing simultaneously in all directions towards the middle of the woods.

Han Qing and Qingjun stood in the center of the circle, silently calculating the distance. When the deepest soldiers were only thirty meters away from them in a straight line, Han Qing suddenly activated the magic circle. Fog poured out of the ground in an instant, covering a circular area with a radius of three hundred meters.

The soldiers suddenly couldn't see their surroundings clearly, and they were all a little flustered. Immediately after, countless female disciples of the Ming Sect dressed in white robes and veiled, wielding scimitars, suddenly appeared from the fog and pounced on them.

"Kill!" The soldiers instinctively swung their long knives at the enemy.

The sound of swords entering the flesh, screams, and shouts of killing sounded at the same time, mixed with the sound of killing and screaming of the female disciples of the Ming Sect. In the clouds and mist where they could not see their fingers, the Mongolian soldiers could only desperately swing their weapons to the place where there was a splitting sound based on their years of experience in killing.

"It's a terrible phantom array." Qingjun stood aside and watched the Mongol soldiers kill each other in a panic.

She turned her gaze to Han Qing, who was dancing in the center of the circle with his eyes closed. The red dance skirt only covers the vital parts of the body. In the dance, the dress undulates and becomes more and more seductive. Qingjun's breathing became a little heavy.

Qingjun spent a lot of effort to restrain his reverie. She shifted her attention back to the enemy in the forest, and according to Han Qing's instructions in advance, she launched a large-scale spell attack in the direction where the officer came out to command, so that the enemy army was always in chaos.

Unless the enemy could really give up their lives, everyone ignored the fantasies that came at them, and only marched in a determined formation, forcing the two of them out of the woods. Otherwise, in this circle, the enemy will not be able to approach them, even if they have thousands of troops.

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When the fog rose, Shen Lei's face changed greatly. When phantoms and shouts of killing appeared in the clouds, Shen Lei's heart was cold, and his face turned pale. As a veteran of the battlefield, he already smells death.

"It's the enemy's way, don't panic......" Shen Lei shouted loudly.

However, when the phantom emerged from the clouds, even Shen Lei's personal elite soldiers began to draw their knives and slash. There were real or false sounds of fighting and screams in the clouds, and at every moment, dozens of Mongolian soldiers fell under the swords of their teammates.

In just a minute or two, the number of Mongolian soldiers killed and wounded had reached more than two-thirds. The remaining soldiers had completely collapsed, and they turned to escape the woods, but in the process of escaping, any collision or sound would cause them to slash wildly. In fact, they quickly lost their way and fell into cannibalism.

If you look down from the fog from above, hundreds of Mongol soldiers move slowly and irregularly, like countless foams floating in a basin of water. Each encounter leads to a reduction in the number of bubbles. It was only after some time that the number of Mongol soldiers ceased to continue to decrease. This is because there are only survivors in a large space, and this survivor only dares to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and does not dare to move any more.

Qingjun knew that it was time for her to clear the battlefield.

The ground in the forest was covered with fallen Mongol soldiers. Some are corpses, some are wounded, and some are smart and lucky people who pretend to be dead. Qingjun has no way to distinguish between them, and from the perspective of safety, it is not suitable for close observation. All you need to do is make up a lightning spell from a distance.