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Song Xiaobo, whose request to attack was denied, appeared in the Silver Frost War Department at some point. With a frosty face, she sat on the back of a snow-white Silver Frost Wolf, and beside her was a flag bearer holding the Silver Frost Battle Banner high. There were about 1,000 soldiers gathered behind him, in a neat queue, and there were constantly squads gathering like a tide around him.

The enemy came too fast to complete the whole team.

A thousand people, that's enough!

Song Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, and the silver frost wolf under him suddenly raised his front hooves high. Behind her, the Silver Frost Wolf beneath all the soldiers made the same move.

When Helian Tianxiao's roar sounded, a thousand silver frost wolves, snow-white and thick front hooves, fell heavily on the ground.

Snow-white frost and mist filled the ground.

A large, thick wall of ice, rising from the ground, appeared right in front of the camp, and directly in front of the Windmill Sword. Behind the ice wall, the cold mist and frost swirled, gathering but not dispersing.

Helian Tianxiao's Divine Wolf Department suddenly moved, and they turned into more than ten strands, diagonal in both directions. It happened to rub the sides of the ice wall, and the whole action was done in one go, without half a moment's hesitation.

The sudden appearance of the ice wall did not have any effect on Ai Hui, and he gently turned the hilt of his sword.

One sword leads to a hundred swords.

The bottom of the windmill sword hung like a wind chime, and the inseparable sword slowly swayed, like a whirlpool of aquatic plants. It is like a lake full of water suddenly opening the floodgates, and the surging undercurrents converge into a rushing torrent. The low sound of the sword gathered together, and it changed, and suddenly it was high-pitched and clear, like a crane in the sky!

[Sword Vortex Heavenly Sound], derived from the idea of [Sword Bell], has an essential change in power.

The ice wall shook, the mist flew, and countless straight sword marks as thin as hair appeared on the surface, crisscrossed and crisscrossed.

Song Xiaoxiao suddenly changed color, but he didn't have time to shout.

The windmill sword didn't dodge in the slightest and slammed headlong into the ice wall.

The ice wall shattered, and countless ice blocks swept around like a torrential rain. The wolf warriors who are charging are like cutting wheat and falling a batch. The warriors were like being hit hard by a hammer, their bodies were covered in blood, and the amazing strength made them unable to control their shape, and they were thrown directly from the wolf's back.

Song Xiaoxiao suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of broken ice that shot out of the cold mist. The fist-sized crushed ice, the cutting surface is as smooth as a mirror, as if the sharp sword is cutting and cutting.

Her face was solemn.

The windmill sword that broke through the ice wall plunged headlong into the cold fog and frost, and its speed suddenly stagnated. The swirling mist and frost rubbed against the light curtain of the windmill sword, and sparks flew everywhere. The light curtain of the windmill sword was thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the frost of the frost had a strange erosive force, which seemed to have a restraining effect on the light curtain.

Ai Hui was indifferent.

Blood cultivation is blood spiritual power, and blood spiritual power can only be regarded as a corner in the spiritual power system, but after all, it is still spiritual power, which is higher than Yuan power.

But combat is never a showdown on paper.

The speed of the windmill sword was as fast as lightning, and the cold fog and frost were still unstoppable.

A snow-white war department stood tall.

Without any hesitation, the sword in Ai Hui's hand moved, like a silent order, and the swords in the hands of all the team members moved at the same time.

If you look down from the sky, you can clearly see that the seven sword towers are shining brightly at the same time, and it is the light of the sword blooming, penetrating through the towers. They are staggered, like the Big Dipper.

Song Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh, she felt her heart being clutched by an invisible palm, and a strong sense of danger enveloped her body.

The intuition tempered by the battlefield made her instinctively drum up the blood and spiritual power of her body, and her figure suddenly released a large amount of mist.

A dazzling thick sword, as fast as lightning, struck her accurately.

Crash!

Ice chips were splashing and empty.

Ai Hui's perception was so powerful, his mind was ethereal, and almost the moment he drew his sword, he knew that he had hit an ice sculpture. At the same time, he locked on the other party's trace, and the long sword in his hand swung out again.

Another big sword!

Song Xiaoxiao, who had just appeared in the mist, felt a sense of extreme danger rise in her heart again, and she was shocked in her heart, how did the other party lock on to her? But at this time, she didn't have time to think about it, she gritted her teeth and encouraged the blood and spiritual power in her whole body, and turned into mist again.

Crash!

Again, the ice chips were flying sideways, and there was nothing in place, but this time the ice chips were blood-red.

The blood cultivators of the Silver Frost War Department had already risen into the air at this time, rushing towards the windmill sword!

Each of them had an extra ice spear in their hands, and their bodies were at the highest point in the air, and they twisted their waists and exhaled, and threw the ice spear in their hands.

The ice spear spun at high speed, turning into a streamer of light, and roaring towards the windmill sword.

Each squad projected as many as 100 ice spears, like a bone-chilling ice rain, hitting the light curtain of the windmill sword. The light curtain vibrated violently, and the penetrating power of these ice spears was extremely amazing.

The first wave of ice spears had just come out of their hands, and the second squad had already taken to the air and threw ice spears.

Ice spears came in waves, like a raging storm!

The light curtain of the windmill sword is in jeopardy.

Ai Hui had locked on Song Xiaoqiao's figure again, but at this moment, the light of the windmill sword was already in an extremely dangerous situation, although this sword could cut Song Xiaoxiao down, but it would also expose the windmill sword to danger.

In the flash of light, Ai Hui made a choice.

The seven sword towers lit up again, and the light emitted by the sword rays came out through the towers.

[Seven Stars]!

Seven blooming sword rays, like fireworks, suddenly appeared around the windmill sword.

The unsuspecting Silver Frost soldier crashed headlong into the sword of the Seven Stars, and suddenly fell like a dumpling. But the mist seemed to have spirituality, turning into a soft cushion to catch the fallen soldiers.

The casualties of the soldiers were not large, except for more than a dozen who were unlucky and were hit by the vital point, the others were slightly injured. For them, minor injuries are completely indifferent. Their first reaction when they got up was to continue to pounce on the windmill sword.

The Seven Stars are not very powerful, but they are superior in range, like a big broom, sweeping all the enemies around the windmill sword from the sky.

Shi Zhiguang took the opportunity to slam the hilt of the sword, and the windmill sword rushed out of the encirclement of the Silver Frost War Department, and the light curtain that was in danger just now became stable again. The Silver Frost soldiers who had just fallen frantically pounced on the windmill sword, but they were in vain.

Shi Zhiguang knew very well that the most powerful thing about the windmill sword was not the sword, but its speed and flexibility. The Boss had warned them more than once that the Windmill Sword was not for fighting the enemy. It's a hammer, a stick and something like a weapon, and the sword is light.

Dip and go, find the enemy's weak point and cut in, and enter the room with no thickness.

Shi Zhiguang is not the slightest strange, at this moment, he is unusually excited, but his mind is very calm.

Ai Hui didn't pause, and the long sword fluttered.

Brush brush, brush, more than 200 swords danced.

The stout sword, like a giant whip, landed in the enemy camp. Along the way, the tents were torn, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, plowing a bloody path.

The blood cultivation of the establishment has various means to resist the great sword. Even if you can't resist, you can minimize the damage. But the blood cultivation that has not yet been assembled has not been completed, and in the face of the big sword, there is no power to resist, just like fish on the board, which can only be slaughtered.

This is the case on the battlefield, it is the supernatural blood cultivator and master, and sometimes the role that can be played is very limited. Maintaining order and command in the war department is the primary task of every department.

Song Xiaoxiao's face was pale, half of her body was soaked in blood, and the thick sword just now brought her a heavy blow. But at this time, she didn't realize it, commanded the soldiers, and completed the entry faster.

The windmill sword roared past, and three large sword strikes left three blood marks in the camp.

More than 30 blood cultivators were killed directly, and there were more than 50 blood cultivators wailing in a pool of blood.

Helian Tianxiao's expression did not fluctuate at all, and the casualties of more than 100 people were insignificant to the Divine Wolf Department and the Silver Frost Blood Department. Although this is already the largest casualty they have suffered since the beginning of the war.

Helian Tianxiao has figured out who is coming!

The Sword of Thunder under Ai Hui's command!

Moreover, with sharp eyes, he also saw Shi Xueman, Iron Soldier and other figures on the windmill sword, and almost all the backbones of Yuan Xiu's side were on it.

Contempt, he felt naked contempt, all the enemy's subordinates ran to the camp of the divine wolf, what is this not contempt?

However, Helian Tianxiao's mind did not fluctuate at the moment, he only had one thought, he must leave the enemy behind!

The strange shape of the weapon and the unexpected way of fighting all made his eyes shine. It is precisely because he has never seen such a peculiar way of fighting that Helian Tianxiao's arrangement has all failed.

So far, they are at an absolute disadvantage, leaving hundreds of corpses wounded, and the enemy unscathed.

Helian Tianxiao didn't care.

All the important characters of the other side are on it, and as long as you defeat the enemy, it will be a complete battle. Don't say that hundreds of people are killed or wounded, no matter how many casualties you pay, even if the wolf is disabled, this deal will not be a loss.

The windmill sword broke through the half-raised blood curtain and pierced the entire camp.

"Don't run!"

"They're going to run!"

The surrounding generals scolded, and Helian Tianxiao suddenly said: "Get ready, the enemy will come again!"

The others were stunned for a moment, and then anger appeared on their faces.

Helian Tianxiao was able to stay calm, but the other generals couldn't. The enemy directly killed the door, they did not stop, the whole battalion was torn apart by the enemy, and the corpses and wounded were all over the ground, as if they were directly trampled in the face by the enemy.

The Divine Wolf is a group of arrogant soldiers and fierce generals, how can they swallow this breath?

Helian Tianxiao said in a deep voice: "Each team is scattered, mainly sluggish, be sure to entangle the enemy and let the opponent's speed slow down." As long as the enemy's speed slows down, it is a turtle in an urn. ”

"Yes!"

Everyone was shocked, and the Divine Wolf Department dispersed, with about more than 100 people in each team, and they slowly cruised.

On the windmill sword, everyone only felt like a dream, and they couldn't believe what was in front of them.

This...... This gouged through the enemy camp?

They actually penetrated the enemy camp!

The battalion of the Divine Wolf Department and the Silver Frost Blood Department!

Ai Hui's expression was as usual, his heart was unwavering, the long sword in his hand was lowered, and a cold voice sounded.

"Shi Zhiguang, shell tactics!"

Shi Zhiguang's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

The hilt of the sword in his hand pushed, and the windmill sword brought up a graceful arc, turning back and killing!