At this moment, a bright yellow shadow appeared on one of the windows, and the Beisha defenders in that position had not yet reacted, and were split by a sword from the person above. With-Dream- . lā

Then a figure flashed in.

Look at the skill at least an eightfold realm.

Wei Gong exerted his strength with both feet, and turned his sword into a bolt of lightning.

The man was taken aback, he never thought that there would be such a powerful figure in the Beisha camp.

Before he could strike his long sword, he was pulled out of his hand by a strong force.

The next moment, a cold murderous aura came straight to his chest.

"Wei Gong, don't kill him yet!"

Below Liang Mingfeng let out a shout, Wei Gong quickly changed direction in the air to collect his sword, slid sideways away from this person, and then raised his right hand to hit his vagus nerve hard.

The man fell silently before he could make a sound.

Liang Mingfeng summoned his star-eyed white wolf and picked him up from the air.

The white wolf hunched on him, lingered in the air for a moment, and then landed firmly on the ground, shaking its neck and placing the man in front of him.

Lying calmly on the ground was a young man with short black hair, a well-defined face, and a beard at the corners of his mouth that still looked immature.

"Who is this?"

Wei Gong fell from the sky and stood beside Liang Mingfeng.

"Feng Dan, the son of the Great General."

……

It didn't take long for the entire battlefield to be stained red with blood, and the corpses fell in piles on the turtle shell, and then slid down the outside until the original corpses blocked the back, and then piled higher and higher.

So much so that many windows were blocked, which to some extent reduced the fire output points of the Beisha army.

Some of the more courageous Nansha generals tried to enter the interior through the one-person-sized window on the turtle shell, but when they climbed in along the window, they found that-

It's the real hell in the mines.

All efforts were in vain.

Below, the guards and a few of the elites of Beisha held on to every enemy who tried to break through.

They were slaughtered almost as soon as they showed their heads.

……

The battle continued, with corpses and blood filling the battlefield.

There was a huge smell of blood in the air, but no one cared about it and continued to attack each other as if it would never stop.

There was a moment when a terrible thought sprouted in Jian Kuobei's brain-

That damn huge tortoise shell is completely impossible to attack.

At the same time, the Beisha Army, which was ambushed on the hills on both sides, launched a fierce attack on the Nansha Army in the sky from the outside.

The red wolf Yan Guan and Mouton charged forward, and plunged directly into the crowd.

The Nansha Army, who had been beaten mentally and physically exhausted by the turtle fort below, suddenly saw the Beisha Army rushing from both sides, and their first reaction was-

How many people are there?

Mouton looked fierce and vicious, wielding a double sword in his hand, rushing left and right in the army, and the thunder on the double sword had already scared everyone.

On the other hand, the red wolf of Beisha is strict, and at this time, it is really like entering a flock of sheep, and it looks polite, but as soon as it arrives on the battlefield, it is like a completely different person.

The red sword qi soared from the Yanguan Red Wolf Sword, fused with the red armor he was wearing, and only saw a red light shuttling back and forth in the enemy camp.

Human heads and stumps flew around.

Jian Kuobei was shocked by the sudden blows one by one, he never thought that this should have been a victory that belonged to him, but now he had an ominous premonition.

Just when he thought that this was the limit of the other party, from the Xuanwu fortress below, a sword light suddenly rushed out...

"Ah!!h Heart-rending screams rang out in the air.

It was like a thunderbolt, shooting out directly from below, and the pillar of light smashed all the Nansha soldiers on this path.

"That's ......"

Jian Kuobei was horrified in his heart, the blow just now was clearly [Light Starlight Shock]

The sword moves that can only be used in the tenfold realm, although the sword technique is a universal sword technique (everyone can learn it. But there are not many people who can really reach this level in the whole world......

The light gradually dimmed, and a white figure appeared in the center of the pillar of light.

Changfeng rolled up his sleeves, and his long body stood like a god.

It's just that he is masked, and he can't see what he looks like.

Jian Kuobei's first reaction was - that person from the Barbarian Sword Country is here?

But the next moment, he denied his thoughts, whether it was from the appearance or the sword moves, it was not like it at all.

It's more like a person from the Sword Country......

After Wei Gong joined the battlefield, the number of the Nansha army was obviously reduced at an extremely fast speed, and no one could stop this white shadow like a devil, almost with sword qi alone, he killed a bloody way out of the crowd.

……

The sound of fighting and screaming was endless.

The corpses fell from the sky, and the bloody rain continued......

As the corpses piled up more and more, the dome above everyone's heads finally began to appear a small crack after a long period of destruction.

After all, it is not made by the whole god, at best, it can only be regarded as a high-grade biological alloy, and Wei Gong never thought that the other party would come with so many people, and it is a miracle that this defense can last until now.

It's just that this has not yet been discovered by the other party.

Jian Kuobei reacted at this time, and his body was completely soaked with sweat.

As an experienced commander, he certainly knew that it would be unwise to continue to charge like this, so he immediately gave the order to retreat.

"Retreat! Fall back! ”

With the commander's order, the soldiers in the sky began to gather and defend while retreating like a tide.

Yan Guan didn't want to let go of this good opportunity, so he led the Beisha Army all the way to cover up and kill from behind.

It didn't stop until it was chased out for nearly a hundred miles or so.

……

The whole battle, from the launch of the general attack on Nansha to the retreat, lasted less than an hour.

For everyone, there is a feeling of being in a different world.

Wai panted as he moved a corpse away and sat down on an open space.

The battle process just now was too thrilling, as if it was the sense of déjà vu of the Normandy landing, and the sword aura in the fairy sword world was obviously no less than bullets and artillery fire.

Being able to have a tight protective wall is equivalent to having a life barrier for the sword immortals, and the effect they play in battle is incomparable.

He looked up at the huge circular dome above, where the Beisha army was now sweeping up the corpses and the miners were urgently mending them.

In the battle of Fubao Mine, the number of recognizable corpses of the Nansha Army (only by looking at the number of heads, the stumps and broken arms cannot be estimated), was about 25,000 people, and the wounded who lost their combat effectiveness and were captured by them were about 5,000.

The number of casualties on the Beisha side was about 1,000.

In terms of results, it was a perfect battle to win more with less.