There are heavy casualties, and they are already vulnerable" In the early morning sun, Ximen Wuwu and more than fifty representatives of the Dao forces were suspended in the sky, and Ximen Wuwu's low and passionate voice echoed in the camp of the fifty thousand army, and the ten thousand troops of the Divine Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate could also be heard clearly. [Full text reading]

"Now, let's hold high the banner of Taoism, hold high the banner of revenge, launch a final attack on the evil forces, and level the Demon Sword Pavilion" Ximen Wuwu and the others raised their long swords one after another and stabbed into the sky

After the brainwashing of Ning Tianye and others last night, the 60,000 army has been completely occupied by hatred at this moment, and after hearing the cry of Lord Ximen, they all pulled out their long swords and roared angrily: "Stepping on the Demon Sword Pavilion"

"Leveling the Demon Sword Pavilion"

"Leveling the Demon Sword Pavilion"

Boom, boom

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the 50,000 cultivation army marched neatly, like a giant dragon, surging towards the Demon Sword Mountain.

When they joined up with the 10,000-strong army at the mountain gate, their momentum was even more explosive, and their target was directly at Sanjian Town under the hillside.

The 60,000 army commander drove straight in, originally they were still a little nervous, and they were suspicious of the leaders' previous battle reports, but when they saw the collapsed houses in Sanjian Town and the dilapidated buildings on the four peaks, their confidence increased greatly, and they had a little more expectation in their hearts.

By this time, they no longer thought about the rewards promised by their leaders, nor about the illusory honors, they just wanted to end this war as soon as possible and get out of this damn place.

To besiege the Ice Ruler Peak, it is necessary to uproot the four arched peaks, and Ximen Wuwu knows very well that simply relying on the attack of the strong, he cannot occupy these four peaks at all, so he can only rely on the advantage of numbers. Win the most traditional way.

Although the loss of doing so will be greater, the Tianmai family can afford it

After entering Sanjian Town, the 60,000-strong army turned into four giant dragons and rushed towards the four peaks.

Fire Spirit Peak bore the brunt, and under the peak, the three intersections into the mountain had been sealed by the disciples of the Divine Sword Pavilion. Monkeys, fat people. Cui Dameng, each leading 3,000 disciples, guarded the passage into the mountain.

At this moment, they were fearless, looking at the 20,000 enemy troops surging like a tide, and there was even a rush of excitement in their eyes.

The broken Nine Sword Banner and the sun-like Yao Sun Flag fluttered in the sky, Cui Dameng stood solemnly on the stone wall, looking at the 20,000 troops with an indifferent expression, his heart surging with fierce feelings, and said loudly: "Release the arrow"

Whooshing sounds. The black demon-breaking arrows, like black lightning, flew overwhelmingly towards the rushing crowd, striking the armor and spirit armor of the Heavenly Vein Alliance warriors, making a clanging sound.

Under the first round of attacks, not a single casualty fell to the ground

Soon after, however, the second round of arrows fell, followed by a third. In the fourth round, under the continuous blows of the Demon Breaking Arrow, the enemy's armor and spirit armor were finally overwhelmed, and the defense was ruthlessly torn apart by the black arrow.

Terrible screams rang out, and hundreds of people were pierced through their bodies by arrows and even their limbs were blown off. Lying in a pool of blood and wailing.

Dada, dada,

The sound of the crossbow pedal sounded, and hundreds of giant crossbow arrows more than three meters long rushed forward like poisonous dragons, ignoring the opponent's defenses at all, and the wide arrows tore through the enemy's body. continued to fly forward, leaving deep blood grooves in the camp of the 20,000-strong army

However, this did not stop the Celestial Pulse Coalition forces from falling into madness, their bodies and faces were splashed with blood, stepping on the corpses of their companions, and quickly advancing forward, less than a hundred meters away from the first line of defense of the Divine Sword Pavilion

The formation of the coalition army is also gradually stretched, the samurai, the assassins, and the Jing Wei are distinct, and there are some wood-attribute doctors mixed between the two, but their mission is not to save the dead, how can they be saved in such a large-scale battle

They have only one character, and that is to dispel the various negative states of the other party and ensure the momentum of the army's attack.

Fifty meters

rumble

The stone walls on the Fire Spirit Peak's position crumbled, and the huge stones rolled forward, crushing the approaching enemy.

On the positions in three directions, the monkey, the fat man, and Cui Dameng summoned the Xuan soldiers at the same time, and let out an earth-shattering roar, like a tiger descending the mountain, and launched a counterattack against the enemy

In the rain of arrows, the samurai legions of the two sides finally met each other, like two out-of-control chariots, crashing together.

"Kill"

"Kill"

The 30,000 armies of both the enemy and us fell into a fierce battle in the arc-shaped area under the Fire Spirit Peak.

Although the Tianmai coalition army occupies a numerical advantage, the defenders have the advantage of terrain, and they are fighting at home, and the momentum of 9,000 people even overwhelms the enemy's 20,000 troops

The powerhouses on both sides were suspended in the rear, looking at the blood-splattered battlefield with indifferent expressions, and only from the corners of their mouths that occasionally twitched and the bloodshot in their eyes could they see the changes in their hearts.

In this war, no one on either side can afford to lose, and no one has a way out, this is war, and death is the destination of most people

Three hundred miles away from Shenjian Mountain, a strange army walked the wasteland, among them were terrifying magical beasts, strong warriors, and priests who looked weak.

They came from the Ice and Fire Continent, although the number was only eight thousand, and it was a temporary team, but with the help of the demons, they still changed into neat armor and sharper weapons, and marched towards the Divine Sword Mountain.

There is Xiao Qiang on Shenjian Mountain, the liberator of the Ice and Fire Continent, the patron saint of the White Moon Tribe, for the kindness of the year, for the kindness of the present, and for the future well-being of the aborigines of the Ice and Fire Continent, they did not hesitate and did not hesitate

However, when the army passed through the territory on the periphery of Xuantian Ridge, the exhausted 8,000 people were stopped by the Xuantian Ridge disciples wearing yellow battle armor.

The deputy head of Xuantianling, Mo Zixin, was suspended in mid-air, looked at the scattered troops with disdain, and said loudly: "We have long expected you to come back, go back, go back to where you came from, this war does not belong to you"

The cultivators of the Heavenly Hidden Continent have already recognized the existence of the Blood Moon Great Array in their cognition of the natives of the Ice and Fire Continent, but other than that, there is nothing for them to care about.

Natives are natives, how can they be compared to my well-trained cultivators in Xuantianling

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