Ai Hui was seriously injured at this node, and the impact on the Matsuma faction was still very large. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

All along, they have been accustomed to Ai Hui's leadership, and they are used to handing over anything that is difficult to decide. Ai Hui also used a series of miraculous performances to prove that he lived up to their trust.

Ai Hui has always been the strongest, calmest, and most methodical person.

At such a critical time, the most trustworthy person was so seriously injured that everyone was a little bottomless in their hearts.

Fortunately, Ai Hui's injury is recovering, which reassures everyone. Even if the battle is zero, Ai Hui's mind still makes everyone trust him very much.

Ai Hui is recovering well.

From the initial immobility of the whole body, to the ability to move the fingers, to the reluctance to walk on one's own, almost every day is a new look.

As a result, everyone's mood has become very good. In Ai Hui, they have witnessed many miracles and many impossible things, which also makes them full of confidence in Ai Hui.

No one noticed that the red light in Loulan's eyes was a little richer.

Loulan's Yuan Food Soup was of great help to Ai Hui.

Ai Hui is still covered in bandages, his flesh and blood are recovering, and the nourishing effect of Yuan Shi Tang is excellent. Ai Hui was immersed in his own exploration, and he was now sure that the faint silver mist had been transformed by the quenched sword fetus.

Ai Hui called it "Sword Cloud".

As long as the sword cloud is gently rubbed, it will produce tiny thunderbolts. What's even more amazing is that the sword cloud can change shape, and with the change of shape, the breath of the sword released will also change, some are as thick as a mountain, and some are sharp, which is very magical.

Ai Hui remembered that in the sword classics he had read before, there was a description of some sword cultivation, and he had cultivated and tempered a sword breath for life. This kind of sword cultivation is very weak at the beginning, but as this wisp of sword breath becomes more and more refined, its strength will also increase by leaps and bounds. What they pay attention to is that people are swords, and what they temper is themselves.

Ai Hui's heart moved, and he felt that there was a lot to learn from here.

Although the sword cloud is only a very small wisp, it is extremely pure.

The more refined the power, the more precious it is, this is the common sense of cultivation. But for Yuan Xiu, the power that transcends his own level, such as the more pure and high-level Yuan Force, Yuan Xiu does not dare to let it into his body casually.

The Yuan Force that surpasses its own level certainly gives Yuan Xiu more inspiration and has a goal of reference.

However, this kind of Yuan Force is often aggressive, and before it is absorbed, it will be like indigestible food, which may bring harm to Yuan Xiu.

From the current point of view, Jian Yun will not bring harm to Ai Hui's body. Of course, it may have hurt a long time ago.

Ai Hui felt that the imminent question was that if he couldn't find a way to warm and temper it as soon as possible, would it gradually disappear?

He hadn't found a way yet.

But there was another gain, and that was his body.

In addition to the sword fetus being tempered by the baptism of thunder, his flesh and blood were also tempered by the thunder, or destroyed. But fortunately, under the protection of the bandage, the flesh and blood, which had almost turned into charcoal, still retained a wisp of life.

The flesh and blood that he was growing now were the shoots that grew on top of the ashes left behind by the thunder.

There is a faint aura of thunder in the flesh and blood, and Ai Hui guesses that his flesh and blood will be able to withstand thunder in the future.

Of course, whether it was Jian Yun or his body, most of it was his guess. In the end, we still have to wait for him to recover, and keep trying to get the real conclusion.

However, to be able to find hope in such a situation, Ai Hui is already satisfied.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the camp.

"Come and see! Phantom Pod Today!"

"It's about the front line, Master Shibeihai!"

"Father of the radical!"

"Take a look!"

Ai Hui's hearing seemed to have become more acute than before, and he could clearly capture the distant voices of the team members. Strangely, this is not the embodiment of Yuan Li.

"Oh my God!" "It's horrible!"

Exclamations followed, but soon everyone fell silent. Ai Hui could even hear them holding their breath, curiosity in his heart, and a hint of worry rose in his heart.

When Loulan brought the Phantom Pods, he understood why everyone reacted the way they did.

He glanced at Iron Girl.

Tie Niu's face was a little pale, and she looked a little dazed.

It was the first time Ai Hui had seen such a distracted appearance on her, and her eyes that were as cold as frost had no focus.

She was so wandering.

The turmoil caused by the phantom pod spread throughout the Savage Cities. The fierceness of the battle was completely faithfully recorded, the crazy blood cultivation, the brutal fighting, the mountains of corpses, the fire that could burn everything.

The three-day battle seemed to be in front of everyone's eyes, and the tragedy was beyond everyone's imagination. The majestic wall of the North Sea has become a bloody Shura field, which makes people chill all over.

And in the end, when the deputy head Helian Fei'er asked everyone to support Jingyuan Dou with gunsmoke on his face, everyone was agitated and suddenly woke up.

No matter how brave a person is, he can't help but tremble at this moment.

The walls of the North Sea are the last line of defense against the blood of the gods!

Seeing the endless camp tents, the surging tide of hideous and crazy blood cultivation, and the accumulation of corpses and bones under the wall of the North Sea, everyone suddenly woke up, once the wall of the North Sea was broken, once the North Sea Department was defeated......

No one can resist Ye Baiyi's army!

The Wall of the North Sea was built before the Elders' Church collapsed, the last large line of defense in the entire Five Elements Heaven!

How many cities are able to defend as well as the walls of the North Sea?

Cities will be razed to the ground, and everyone will be reduced to blood cultivation.

Mrs. Ye of Tianxin City made an appeal as soon as possible, hoping that everyone could unite and tide over the difficulties together. And he did not hesitate to use six masters, day and night, to transport the first batch of Jingyuan beans to the wall of the North Sea.

Xinguang City also sent a master to transport Jingyuan Beans.

Other cities responded one after another, from the city lord to the people, spontaneously organized to help the Beihai Department prepare Jingyuan Bean. At this life-and-death juncture, everyone put aside their preconceptions and came together.

Because everyone knows very well that Ye Baiyi's army, once it breaks through the wall of the North Sea, everyone will be finished.

Looking down at the wall of the North Sea from the sky, it looked like a snow-white dragon lying on the border between the Silver Sea of Mist and the Yellow Sand Point, but this long dragon was already in tatters. Its undulating body had wounds one after another.

For every wound, there are many spiritual cultivators eyeing each other.

They are like an aggressive hornet, sometimes circling, sometimes swooping, sometimes like petals blown away by the wind, sometimes like several streams gathered together along the undulating rocks.

Under the light of Zhenshen Peak, every gap in the wall of the North Sea fell into repeated battles every day. One will be controlled by the divine cultivators, and the other will be recaptured by the North Sea Department, and the battle has been extremely tragic since the first day.

Each position is like a greedy and hungry blood basin, devouring flesh and life. Whether it is a divine cultivation or a yuan cultivation, it is just its food.

Both sides were shocked by each other's fighting spirit and tenacity, and then racked their brains to think about how to kill each other more.

The shocking mouths of blood were silently torn even bigger under the feeding of countless flesh and blood lives. It's like a voice shouting that it needs more flesh to fill it.

The twilight sun pierced through the clouds and dyed the dunes behind the army a brilliant gold. Anyone who has stayed in Wong Sha Kok knows that the wind is the most comfortable at this time, not as hot as the noon, nor as cold as the night wind, and the temperature is suitable, like a thin veil blowing on the face.

The strong smell of blood in the wind seemed to blow from behind the sand dunes on the distant horizon, the slowly falling sun. The red sunset inevitably reminds people of the remnant sun like blood.

A wisp of dark clouds slowly rises from the sand dunes on the horizon. After a long day's sunbath, the scorching sand dunes blew the bloody sun and dark clouds into a blur.

The dark clouds broke free from the heat wave, slowly grew larger, and quickly approached.

At first, no one noticed the silent clouds.

But when the dark clouds grew larger and obscured the afterglow of the setting sun, they were discovered by the careful warriors on both sides. They reminded their teammates one after another, with a look of confusion on their faces, but in the blink of an eye, their faces changed.

The speed of the dark cloud was much faster than they had imagined, and it was expanding in everyone's field of vision at an alarming speed. Actually, that's because it's too fast.

"Blood...... Blood Beast!"

On the wall of the North Sea, the soldiers who had just stepped on the corpses of the enemy and recaptured their positions fell to the bottom of the valley with their faces colorless.

The sky became the sky of the blood beasts, they covered the sky and the sun, so vast that they could not be seen at a glance.

Ye Baiyi's army camp resounded with earth-shattering cheers, and the soldiers rushed out of the camp tents one after another, desperately waving their arms to the sky. After continuous battles, they have long been tired. The bitter battle, like a pulled hacksaw, was constantly tormenting their nerves.

At this moment, when they saw such a spectacular army of blood beasts coming for reinforcements, how could they not be excited?

In the camp tent, Ye Baiyi was looking at the battle damage statistics these days.

Judging from the numbers, their losses were heavy, but Ye Baiyi's expression was indifferent, and casualties were always inevitable in the war. If you want to break through a defense line of unprecedented scale like the wall of the North Sea, you will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

But he also saw the fatigue of the North Sea Department from the figures of battle losses.

Shi Beihai is a powerful person in the world, and Beihai is also one of the elites in the world, but after all, they only have the power of one.

The Emperor's order flashed through his mind, and his attention returned to the battle damage report.

Since yesterday, the offensive of the Beihai Department has regained some momentum, and Ye Baiyi knows that it must be the first batch of Jingyuan Beans to arrive.

Ye Baiyi's expression was indifferent, Shi Beihai was so easy to defeat, it was not Shi Beihai.

Outside the tent, the wind was raging, and the beasts roared through the wilderness.

Ye Baiyi raised his head, and the gift he prepared for Shi Beihai also came. (To be continued.) )