Luo Zongjun's martial spirits who were forming a formation on the periphery stood in place and didn't know how to act, they just jumped out of it, did they jump back again?

Luo Zong was also dumbfounded, he originally wanted to use the way on the rivers and lakes, with more people and fewer people, but Yechen was even more cunning, and completely hid in his own team, using those martial artists as cover, and as they ran, a large number of martial artists died under the swords of Yechen and others.

"Kill, kill them!" At this time, Luo Zong didn't care what method he used, he directly ordered everyone to kill, including those martial spirits outside.

"Hehe!" Yechen sneered, what is the difference between such an opponent and the Sea Clan who was surrounded by them at the beginning? On the contrary, the Sea Clan has more means and more abundant attack methods, and the troops who have been panicking in front of them and have no backbone are like a group of sheep who have lost their minions in Yechen's opinion.

No matter how powerful a sheep is, it is impossible to match a group of lions.

"Kill!" more than twenty martial spirits jumped in front of Yechen, trying to stop the advance of Yechen's team.

Yechen smiled coldly, and the spear in his hand swept out with all his might, and the violent force swept away the five martial spirits who were the first to approach him, and then the red sun collided, knocking the three of them away again.

As for the rest of the people, Yechen didn't even look at it, and the dragon-blooded warrior who followed closely behind him stepped forward, and the sharp slashing knife harvested the life of the martial spirit like cutting cabbage, as long as it couldn't stop Yechen, it meant that it couldn't stop their advance, their edge.

Countless martial spirits fell on the dragon-blooded warriors, and the dragon-blooded warriors methodically slashed their swords, and the sword forest composed of cold long knives easily cut the lives of the martial spirit masters.

Countless people shook their heads in the sky, and some people praised: "Luo Zong is finished, whether it is tactics or cooperation, it can't be compared to the Yechen Army." ”

"Simple and effective tactics, it's really unbelievable, I originally thought that the Yechen Army was in trouble, but I didn't expect it to be resolved so easily. ”

"Next, Luo Zongjun is afraid that it will still be defeated. ”

"The final battle has arrived, Luo Zong's hole cards should also appear, I don't know what hole cards the Luo family gave him. ”

On the battlefield, Luo Zong still has a hundred martial spirits by his side, and these are the elite of the elite.

"Brothers, kill me!" Luo Zong drew the long sword in his hand and led a hundred people to pounce fiercely towards Yechen.

"Yechen, give me death!" When Yechen was about to break out of the formation, Luo Zong appeared in front of him.

Yechen raised his head slightly, set his eyes on a magic weapon held by Luo Zong, and sneered: "It turns out that this thing is again, no wonder you dare to collide with me." ”

In the sky, someone exclaimed, "That's it, the same life lock." ”

"With such a high-level magic weapon, Luo Zong is cheating. Someone complained.

Although there is no explicit prohibition on the use of high-level magic weapons in the military competition, there are some things that are not used by default, the first is the talisman carved by the master, this kind of thing, whoever uses it is a shame. The second is the concentric lock, of course, the concentric lock is used less, but some shameless people will still use it, after all, there are so many people in the imperial army, and there are all kinds of people.

With the blessing of the concentric locks, the power of a hundred martial spirit masters gathered together, as if forming a single person, and launched a charge towards Yechen.

Yechen said loudly: "Attack from the side!"

Yechen, who was originally taking the lead, suddenly ran towards Luo Zong's side, and Luo Zong's army went on a rampage, cutting the hundred people behind Yechen in two.

And the dragon blood warriors after the two interceptions were not flustered, the two teams formed an encirclement of Luo Zongjun in five seconds, and in the process, the martial artists who blocked the way were harvested in large numbers.

Luo Zong wanted to stop it, wanted to spread the team, and besieged the Yechen Army, but the lesson just now was too impressive, but the battlefield was changing rapidly, and it was too late to hesitate.

"Kill!" Yechen shouted loudly, and a hundred people shot at Luo Zongjun at the same time.

Yechen sneered at Luo Zong and said, "I'm going to tell you now, what is called exquisite cooperation. What is called a plate of loose sand? ”

At the same time, even if there is a concentric lock, it is equivalent to a hundred people to withstand the attack of a hundred dragon-blooded warriors together, so that the concentric lock is equivalent to not playing any role.

The sharp horse chopping knife collided with the long sword, and the so-called elite troops of Luo Zongjun's army were slaughtered by the dragon-blood warriors.

In the first round of the confrontation, a small half of Luo Zongjun's martial spirits died under the sword of the dragon-blooded warrior, and then the dragon-blooded warrior stepped forward neatly and continued to slaughter.

On the other side, the dragon blood warriors carried by Song Jia and Song Yue had already completed a round of harvesting, breaking through Luo Zong's formation, and then proceeded with the second wave of harvesting.

In the sky, countless people shook their heads, fighting to this extent, Luo Zong had been completely defeated, and there was no possibility of turning defeat into victory.

Then, as one had expected, Luo Zong's elite troops fell swiftly like leeks being harvested.

Yechen on the red sun turned the head of the gun, pounced on Luo Zong, and said loudly: "Luo Zong, let me see if you have made progress during this time, and whether you will still be beaten by me like last time." ”

"Yechen, come on, now everyone is cultivating as martial spirits, I see how you follow me. Luo Zong shouted loudly, as soon as he remembered the last time he was beaten, and was said in public by Yechen, Luo Zong was furious, eager to dismantle Yechen into eight pieces, but he clearly knew that there were people watching the battle above his head.

Yechen's opening is tantamount to publicizing this matter, and in the future, not only the Night Hades Army will know, but also the entire Empire of Death.

"Hahaha, there is such a thing, no wonder Luo Zong looked like he wanted to eat him when he saw Yechen. Someone laughed.

"Is that still the invincible Luo family? I was beaten by my juniors, hahaha, I must tell more people. "Someone gloated.

Yechen and Luo Zong, who were below, suddenly approached, and the silver spear and long sword attacked each other at the same time.

The red sun that Yechen sat down, suddenly the person stood up, the six-meter-long red sun man stood up, what is the concept? Like a small mountain, it blocked in front of Luo Zong, and then slapped down his forelimbs fiercely.

The huge forelimbs enveloped Luo Zong's whole person, and for a while, Luo Zong's eyes widened, and he let out a violent roar: "Yechen, you have the ability to fight alone with me." ”

The sharp claws of the red sun slapped down and slapped Luo Zong's whole person on the ground, and Yechen on the back of the red sun laughed and said: "Don't say that I bullied you, it's just the beasts under my seat who bullied you, it's really because you are not even as good as the beasts." ”

"Hahaha, it's not even as good as a brute!" This sentence was captured by the people in the sky, and countless people gloated.

(End of chapter)