The lightsaber trembled, broke free from the dirt, and broke through the air, leaving a striking arc of light in the night. ○ ◇Tomato □ talk net '--.x-f'q-x's--.'com

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

Qing Yue's sword roared endlessly.

The lightsabers broke free from the dirt one after another, turned into sword light, and shot towards the Silver Frost.

In an instant, lightsabers rained down.

From the first lightsaber flying, to the sword light like rain, it was just a blink of an eye, but Song Xiaoqiao's attention always fell on those lightsabers in the center of the sword array, without the slightest distraction, the sword light came extremely fast, she didn't dare to underestimate it, and shouted: "Flying wall!"

The soldiers of the Silver Frost Department had already been ready to shoot their arrows, and they opened their bows at the same time when they heard the order.

Boom!

The bowstring shook, and a dense rain of arrows flew out, as if a scoop of cold water was spilled.

After the silver arrow left the bowstring, the body of the arrow quickly gave birth to a layer of white frost, and in the blink of an eye, the frost thickened and expanded, turning into an ice edge.

Ice Ridge grew and grew at an alarming rate, and an amazing scene appeared on the battlefield.

The rain of arrows swelled like a blow, turning from ice edges to ice cubes, which fused together to form a huge wall of ice.

This huge ice wall, which is more than ten zhang high, more than forty zhang wide, and more than three zhang thick, flew forward with a low whistling sound, as if the mountain was pressing on the top. Like a huge beast, it broke into the jungle, destroying and decaying wherever it passed, and the long sword along the way could not stop the ice wall in the slightest, and the fragments of the broken sword rained down like drops.

The loss of the [Flying Wall] is much greater than that of the simple [Ice Wall], but seeing the effect, Song Xiaoxiao is still very satisfied.

What's more, the [Flying Wall] was able to cover them to continue the charge.

Countless actual battles have proved that as long as the charge loses speed, it is a dead end.

As long as the speed of the charge can be maintained, Song Xiaoxiao firmly believes that unless the other party has been promoted to master, once they rush to the front, it will be the death of the other party.

At that moment, she heard a soft pop, and her nerves immediately tensed.

Lightsaber hits the ice wall!

Her pupils contracted suddenly, and a bright point of light suddenly appeared on the ice wall in front of her.

The next moment, dense points of light appeared on the ice wall, like shining stars.

"Be careful......

Before Song Xiao's words could be spoken, the light burst into flames, and the sharp sword intent that was close to the eyebrows shot out, and behind them, the ice wall exploded into ice chips. The spectacle of such a huge wall of ice being blown to pieces is spectacular, like the dust raised by an avalanche in a snow-capped mountain.

However, Song Xiaoxiao couldn't take care of these anymore.

The sword light was like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the night sky in an instant, and it sank into the silver frost department!

The white light that enveloped the entire army was as fragile as paper, unable to stop the sword light, like a red-hot iron sword, the lightsaber burned her vision, leaving a sharp light mark as if it was about to cut through the night.

Puff puff!

There is no need to turn his head to look, Song Xiaoxiao knows that it is the sound of a lightsaber effortlessly piercing through the soldier's body.

Pop, the corner of his eye was suddenly occupied by a burst of splattered flesh, and a soldier was hit in the head by a lightsaber.

Song Xiao's apology is like iron, without the slightest wave. Maybe after the war she would be sentimental, but in battle, she was calm and almost cold.

How can there be immortals in battle?

With a wave of attacks, more than a hundred people fell!

Such a terrifying blow was the first time Song Xiaoxiao had encountered it. This was after they used the [Flying Wall] to block it first, and the other party still caused such a large number of casualties, but she was not surprised, she knew what level of opponent they were going to face, or a monster.

The first wave of attacks confirmed some of Song Xiaoxiao's guesses.

God's Blood!

She was now 100% sure that the other party had divine blood. Otherwise, it would never be possible to penetrate the defenses of the entire army so easily.

The strict hierarchy of blood cultivation is not only manifested in power and status, but also in the suppression of power. This is also why the Red Devil has just completed his blood refining and has been able to obtain an impressive status.

It is also blood spiritual power, and the high-level is all-round suppression of the low-level, although it has only just completed the blood refining, but the Red Devil is destined to become one of the strongest people in the Kingdom of God.

Who is the strongest person in the kingdom of God, Your Majesty the Emperor!

The power derived from the blood of the Holy Relic is the strongest force in the Kingdom of God, and there is no one.

The other soldiers thought that they could cause so much damage because the other party was strong, and only Song Xiaoxiao knew that in addition to the unfathomable strength of the other party, the restraint effect of the power of divine blood on blood spiritual power was the fundamental reason for their heavy casualties.

The holy relics of the Kingdom of God have become the biggest culprit of Silver Frost's heavy casualties, and it has to be said that it is full of irony.

Song Xiaoxiao didn't know where the other party got the divine blood, and at this time, there was no other way than to rush forward against the casualties.

Qingyue's sword roar and the rumble of wolf hooves were intertwined.

One by one, the lightsabers continued to break free from the dirt, turning into dazzling sword light and submerging into the silver frost.

Every time the Silver Frost Department took a step forward, someone fell, but the momentum of the charge did not weaken in the slightest.

The soldier who fell from the wolf's back did not have time to howl before he was crushed by his companions behind.

Flesh was trampled into the dirt, staining the earth red.

No one noticed that the flesh and blood disappeared silently, as if they had been devoured by something.

In the Bloody Eye Illusion, the ubiquitous thick golden mist was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ai Hui noticed the abnormality and groaned slightly, knowing in his heart.

The golden mist was the part of the god's blood that he couldn't absorb, and he planned to exit it through the sword array. However, ordinary long swords could not withstand such domineering power, and they shattered one after another. Later, the flesh and blood of the blood beast were used as a medium, so that these ordinary longswords could absorb the weak power of divine blood and refine them into lightsabers.

However, the flesh and blood of the blood beast is obtained through the frontline battlefield, and the number is limited, and more divine blood power cannot be exported.

No one thought about the corpse of blood cultivation, after all, everyone is a human being, and such a thing that challenges the bottom line of morality still can't be done.

Ai Hui, who woke up because the golden mist could not be exported, only guessed from time to time that there might be something outside.

But when the Silver Frost Department rushed into the sword formation, he immediately noticed it.

Before he could react, the sword fetus felt threatened and spontaneously operated, and then Ai Hui saw the gorgeous scene of lightsabers raining down.

The sword array devoured the flesh and blood of the enemy, which also caught Ai Hui off guard.

Before he could react, the golden mist, which had nowhere to vent before, suddenly faded a lot.

And almost at the same time, in the corner of the sword array, a long sword shone out a light that was like substance. The surface of the blade began to peel off, revealing the glowing lightsaber inside.

Qing Yue's sword roared again, and the freshly baked lightsabers rose into the air one after another, shooting towards the enemy.

The effect of blood cultivation flesh is much better than that of blood beasts.

What was sent into the sword formation before was the flesh and blood of the wide-backed manta fish, which was a low-level blood beast used in the beast camp. And now the flesh and blood in the sword array is the flesh and blood of the blood cultivator and the silver frost wolf, and the silver frost wolf is the blood mount, which is much higher than the broad-backed manta fish. As for blood cultivation, it is not comparable to blood beasts.

Ai Hui felt a little chill in his heart.

The divine blood is really a monster, less than a drop of divine blood, the part absorbed by itself, replenishes the sword fetus, makes it rejuvenated and reborn. And the rest of it, without flesh, he can't even excrete it.

It devours all flesh and blood, man and beast.

If it is said that the blood of God created the kingdom of God today, and created the blood cultivation system. Ai Hui suspected that when needed, a blood cultivator with divine blood would be able to devour other blood cultivators to replenish himself.

The characteristics of the divine blood are truly intimidating.

Ai Hui became more and more convinced that the blood of the god was the blood of the demon god in the dream realm, because its power was full of rough, primitive, ruthless, cunning, beast-like predators.

This is also why Ai Hui doesn't like the power of divine blood at all, it doesn't have any warmth. Ai Hui has always felt that he is a cold guy, and he doesn't care about the lives of others.

He has never had any moral habits, and he is willing to try anything as long as he can become stronger. But even so, some of the characteristics of the divine blood still disgusted him.

For example, when he is on the verge of death, he will grab his companions and devour them.

He would rather die than do something like that.

Fortunately, those powers were expelled from his body, and he would not become a blood cultivator.

Ai Hui couldn't help but look up at the huge bloody eye above his head.

Thanks for the bandages.

Hey, I think of Master and Master again......

At the critical moment of the war, Ai Hui's thoughts were a little wandering and inexplicably sad.

Until the golden mist in front of him suddenly faded a lot, Ai Hui came back to his senses, and another batch of blood cultivation became the nutrients of the lightsaber.

Until now, he has been a bystander.

Sword tires dominate the rhythm of the battle.

The refreshed sword fetus is showing Ai Hui its strength.

Song Xiaoxiao felt like they had rushed into a swarm of hornets.

They couldn't see anything in front of them, they were completely shrouded in criss-crossing beams, a web formed by countless lightsabers flying around them!

Song Xiaoxiao suddenly raised the spear in his hand, just blocking an extremely fast sword light.

The bell made a crisp sound, and the tip of the gun burst into a cloud of sparks.

Song Xiaoxiao's palm was hot, and the spear in his hand could barely hold it.

The lightsaber flew out, but Song Xiaoxiao still noticed that the lightsaber was undamaged.

The power of the divine blood contained in the lightsaber was extremely weak, but it was this weak wisp of divine blood power that made Song Xiaoxiao feel tremendous pressure. Her attrition was many times higher than usual.

If it goes on like this, sooner or later it will be breached.

What frightened her even more was that the number of lightsabers was increasing, and they were proliferating at an alarming rate. All around, too many to count, they draw a series of dazzling light marks, like beams of light, woven into an impermeable net.

It was as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and the results they had achieved were only a hundred feet forward.

The soldiers around her kept falling, and Song Xiaoxiao could no longer maintain a turbulent state of mind, and she began to become anxious.

She had tried almost everything she could think of, but nothing worked.

Of the Silver Frost soldiers who are still alive, only about half are left. At a distance of 100 zhang, they lost a third of their manpower, and such a casualty rate has never been seen before.

There are still a hundred zhang ahead.

She noticed that the faces of her soldiers began to show fear.

Only a hundred zhang, the last one hundred zhang!

Her gaze was determined.