In his busy schedule, Long Yuandong did not forget to warn He Dali and the others below, shouting: "There is an ambush! Be careful!"

Because he clearly felt that the fleeting white light was the daylight reflected by the mirror surface of the telescope.

He Dali looked around, only to feel the sound of grass and trees, the enemy was nowhere to be seen, and there was some confusion, and six horns suddenly sounded in the air, like a muffled thunder explosion, stirring the ear drums.

Outside the quiet valley, from six different directions, there was the sound of people and horses neighing, boiling in the sky.

When everyone in the Long He Army heard the voice, they naturally knew that they had fallen into the enemy's trap.

But only the sound of people, but no human figures, neither the enemy's real swords and guns ran up to attack, nor did they see feathered arrows and iron crossbows shooting from an unexpected darkness, and the whole world had never heard of such an ambush.

You look at me, I look at you, and I don't know how to deal with it.

He Dali responded to all changes with no change, and shouted: "Everyone move closer to me and set up a defensive formation!"

It didn't take long for a long time to break through the soil from the ground around the valley, and with a bang, it rolled up the sand, stones, grass and trees, rose several feet high out of thin air, and quickly retracted.

Several sharp-eyed warriors shouted, "It's a fishing net!"

Before everyone could react, the opening of the fishing net was suddenly closed, and in a blink of an eye, it was only the size of a patio.

He vigorously shouted: "Jump out!"

At that time, thirty or forty agile soul masters rose to the sky and jumped out of the fishing net.

The rest of the people, including He Dali, did not have time to make any moves, and were firmly wrapped in the fishing net. Listening to the sound of the ground, the table-sized sealing knot hovered above everyone's heads.

Six arm-sized black ropes stretched outward, stretched straight outward.

He Dali laughed and said: "It's really naïve! A broken net wants to catch us!"

Drew a knife and slashed towards the fishing net, but unexpectedly, the fishing net did not move at all, but the knife edge was strangled by the net line with a white mark, and he said in shock: "What is it, so tough?"

In fact, it is no wonder that He Dali was surprised.

His thick-backed machete, although it is not a magic weapon, but after all, it is specially made for him, and a number of rare materials are added to it, which not only weighs more than two hundred catties, but also sharpens iron like clay, and slashes with all his strength with the strength of He, and there are few things in the world that can resist its edge.

However, this inconspicuous black fishing net just withstood He's vigorous chopping!

The rest of the soul masters also used weapons to cut the large net, and even used fire, but without exception, they were all unsuccessful.

Hundreds of people climbed up the mouth of the net, stabbed and dragged, trying to find a way out, but in vain.

At this time, the forces that were scattered at six angles to pull the nets turned to converge in a southeasterly direction.

The nets tightened and dragged onto the rocky beach by the pool.

All the people in the Longhe army staggered in an instant, huddled together, and involuntarily ran with the fishing nets. If the nets are allowed to drag down, everyone will either be strangled to death by the nets or scraped to death by rubbing rocks.

He vigorously put away the machete, grabbed the fishing net with both hands, stood in a figure-eight lunge with both feet, looked up to the sky and roared, and with a muffled sound, the footboard actually stepped into the underground rocks, stirring up a burst of debris and gravel.

The nets continued to tighten and pull harder, but they could no longer move.

He Dali's hands were exposed, his face was flushed, and he seemed to be a little unable to withstand it.

Since he can remember, he has never suffered a loss in the comparison of strength, and now he has cultivated to the middle level of the seventh order, which is not what it used to be, if he is only in terms of strength, even the world's number one master Shi Dao does not dare to underestimate it.

He secretly slandered in his heart: "How many people are pulling the net, and the strength is so great! There are also these ropes, no matter how they pull it, they can't be broken, it's really strange!"

Although He Dali was puzzled, Han Gongting, who was standing on the top of the mountain in the distance and commanding the net, was even more shocked, and sighed: "This He Dali is so domineering, could it be that Hercules can't go down to earth, and he can set up a formation with the strength of only one person! Four hundred Hercules pulled it together, adding up to 1,200 zebu cattle and 2,400 Hercules, although because of the distance, they have not yet completely merged into one body, there is an angle between them, and the strength has been weakened, but this power should not be able to compete with human beings! This guy is not a human being, not a human being!"

In fact, although He Dali's strength is great, it is not as scary as Han Gongting understands. After all, there are still nine hundred soul masters in the fishing net.

Although the space inside the net is getting smaller and smaller, and many people are already in the air with their feet in the air, there are still about 200 people stepping on the ground, enough to make a difference.

They took advantage of the opportunity of He vigorously establishing their heels, and also grabbed the fishing nets, and each of them dragged backwards with all their strength.

Coupled with the inherent friction of the nets dragging on the uneven rocky beaches of the highlands, the inside and outside form a brief balance.

At this time, the noisy voices of people and animals outside the valley suddenly turned into a neat and majestic trumpet: "One, two, pull! one, two, pull!" Under the integration of the trumpet, 1,200 zebu cattle and 2,400 strong men gradually and truly merged into one, and their strength suddenly increased.

He Dali's feet burst out of the stone, unable to stand on his feet, first the foot board forked forward, the person leaned back, slid less than half a foot, and then pulled his hands to carry the upper body forward, almost rolled down in the fishing net.

Fortunately, he reacted in time, used both hands and feet, and moved two steps forward in succession, so that he did not fall.

The soles of his feet are also large nets, and once his steps are loosened, he can no longer stop the momentum, so he can only half-squat on the fishing net, gliding with the net, barely controlling himself from being swept down.

Long Hejun lost the mainstay of He Dali, and his strength was discharged, and he slid several meters in an instant, and more than a dozen screams were immediately heard from inside the net, some people hit stones, and all the bones below the knee were shattered; some people were strangled by the lines of fishing nets, penetrating deep into their muscles and bones, and blood flowed like a spring; some people rubbed the ground sideways, and their heads and arms were worn off half by stones, and they died tragically.

Seeing this, the warriors who had been lucky enough to jump out of the fishing nets rushed up, took off their wet clothes, and wrapped six black ropes to prevent the ropes from rubbing against each other, breaking their palms, and desperately pulling them back.

However, the strength of dozens of people is very limited, and in the fishing net, six or seven hundred people are swept in the air, not only can not help, but on the contrary, the people who are working under them cannot spread their hands and feet, and they are out of breath, so they are still losing ground and retreating.

Long Yuandong flew down the cliff, as swift as a bird, a bundle of gold wires shot out from a distance of 100 meters, entangled the rope of the fishing net, and the other end was tied to the protruding pool stone, trying to stop the retreat and help everyone.

The remaining thirty people on the waterfall knew that the situation was critical, and they couldn't wait to jump into the pool, and they couldn't care whether the posture of entering the water was correct or whether the crowd was too dense and whether they would hit others. Two of them really bumped into each other, one with a broken hand and one with a broken foot. But they didn't have time to take care of themselves, so they struggled to climb onto the shore and join the tug-of-war.

He Dali's body was squeezed by others, he couldn't see anything, in the dark, he finally stepped on a boulder, clenched the fishing net in his hand at the moment, kicked his legs, thunderclapped, his muscles bulged high, the whole person seemed to grow suddenly, the clothes on his body were torn into strips, and his strength could finally be used again without reservation.

There is a strong grasp of the net to stabilize his foot, and the rest of the people immediately feel a light in their hands, and they also follow the footsteps and pull back with all their strength.

The Longhe Army's internal and external networks combined, there were no more than 300 people who could exert their strength, but on the side of the Five Elements Sect, there were 1,200 zebu cattle and 2,400 strong men, and the two sides had regained balance.

This is a tug-of-war that costs lives, no fancy life and death competition, once lost, everyone has only a dead end.

However, the continuous full output made the Longhe Army soldiers involved in it quickly approach the limit of their physical fitness, and the muscles of their whole body trembled uncontrollably!

They don't know when this confrontation will end, and they don't know how long they can hold out, but they have no way out, they can only rely on their survival instinct and tenacious will to desperately squeeze their potential, so that the result will come later, later!

The lives of the whole army hang by a thread!