"It's up to you to command. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Jiang Yan said.

Chen An was mixed in the military formation, dressed in heavy armor, and looked at Jiang Yan solemnly and said: "Be careful, Zhao Baiyang has been famous for a long time, and his swordsmanship is superb, so it is not easy to deal with." ”

"I will, Zhao Baiyang, I've only heard his name before, today I'm going to try how much water he has at the peak of the Three Realms!"

Jiang Yan said coldly, nodded at Chen An, and then flew into the military formation and left quickly.

He only wanted to block Zhao Baiyang, the highest combat power of Wancheng cultivators, today, but because the overall Northwest Army cultivators were weak, he did not attack in this battle, but focused on defense, Jiang Yan wanted to block Zhao Baiyang, but he was not sure which direction the other party was shooting from, so he could only lurk around the main generals.

He still has an idea, blocking Zhao Baiyang is the most basic, but if he has the opportunity, he still wants to pull the other party in the formation and can't get out.

Cultivators will be affected by the blood qi killing machine in the military formation, and if the time is shorter, they can still rely on their cultivation to resist it, but as long as they drag him in the formation for a long time, their cultivation will be broken, and when the time comes, they may not have a chance to leave his life behind.

Of course, the pragmatic Jiang Yan quickly suppressed this idea, after all, in the face of the peak of the Three Realms that had been famous for a long time, he was not very sure!

......

What is it like to have tens of thousands of people gathered together?

It feels like you're stuck in a sea of people, with no end in sight.

In this primitive era of communication, 20,000 men per regiment is already the upper limit, and no matter how many there are, it is difficult to clearly transmit orders whether it is a flag or a bell.

And with so many people spread out together, the originally large place outside Wancheng instantly became small.

When the war really started, Yuan Lai and Ohno had already disappeared on the small slope on which they had been standing.

Merge into the sea of people.

To Ohno's surprise, seeing so many people piled up together on the periphery, he thought that the crowd was also very crowded.

But when they retreated into the crowd, they realized that this was not the case.

On a macro level, it looks dense, but I don't feel like I'm in it, and the space around me is still quite large.

"They haven't shown up yet?" Ohno waited for a while, and he was a little anxious as he saw the crowd around him surging and the battle in front of him.

"Don't worry, we're just getting started. Yuan Lai was very calm, he explained: "The front has just been exchanged, except for a few generals who are charging into battle, the really important officers are not yet at the front, and they are all surrounded by their own people. ”

Yuan Lai smiled, pressed Daye's shoulder, and said slowly: "Don't worry, they are still observing." ”

Yuan said, his pupils flashed with a faint golden light, his divine sense had quietly covered a large battlefield, after months of practice, and learned a few volumes of the ancient scriptures of the Library Pavilion, and comprehended the method of divine consciousness taught by Dao Lin thoroughly, the divine consciousness exercised was not only quite strong, extremely wide, and most importantly, extremely secretive.

He was confident that no one of his rank would be able to detect his divine override.

In other words, at least in a considerable area, the battlefield has become transparent to him.

Standing here, the two of them are like two silent stone statues.

The surroundings seem to be a torrent, and the cultivators are the stone pillars in the torrent, silent, waiting, watching the bloody battle on the front line in waiting, the smell of blood that gradually became stronger wafted up, becoming an invisible blood mist, gently rising into the air, blending into the blood curtain condensed by the killing intent, looking at it from a distance, it makes people's hearts beat.

Yuan Lai stood in the middle of the battlefield, and the distributed divine consciousness gradually began to feel the way of fate in the midst of killing.

Every person's existence is connected with cause and effect in the world, this is fate, and every time a person dies on the battlefield, the threads of cause and effect on his body are suddenly broken, and people lose contact with the world.

Feeling death, Yuan Lai gradually realized it again.

To be able to improve in this situation is magical.

Of course, it is a kind of indifference and ruthlessness that has been seen through.

Gradually, the battlefield fell into white heat, the strong combat effectiveness of the Northwest Army was soon reflected, the Wancheng army was pressed to retreat, and soon, with the appearance of a heavy horse, the Northwest Army tore a hole in the Wancheng army, and the enemy was scattered and retreated.

But Yuan Lai and the other cultivators became nervous, because at this time, in order to turn the tide of the battle, the cultivators in Wancheng had no reason to wait and see.

Suddenly, Yuan Lai suddenly opened his eyes and said, "It's here." ”

A bloody wind blew and blew through the place where Yuan Lai and the two of them were standing just now, but this place was already empty.

The sky is dark, and the warm spring sun spreads in the world, but it can't bring any warmth.

The battlefield was full of fighting, and drops of blood like red flowers fell everywhere.

The cultivators of Wancheng used the Dao method one after another, turning into a turbulent countercurrent and infiltrating the military formation.

And the cultivators of the Northwest Army also disappeared in place and began to look for their opponents.

In the battle between cultivators, life and death may only be between a sword.

"Peng. ”

A body wearing a Taoist robe fell face down to the ground, pressed into the dust, Yuan Lai gently withdrew his palm, looked to the side, and saw that Han Daye's sword blade suddenly appeared red.

The two glanced at each other, and suddenly Yuan Lai's expression moved, his eyes blinked, and his ambition comprehended, and then Yuan Lai turned into a breeze and disappeared into this area with heavenly steps.

"Zhao Baiyang, you finally appeared. ”

Yuan Lai's eyes were sharp, and he quickly sneaked over.

The scope of his divine sense was very large, so when Zhao Baiyang just approached, he sensed it.

But the other party obviously didn't realize it.

In the chaotic military formation, it was difficult to distinguish between the enemy and us, Zhao Baiyang stepped on footwork, and at this speed, even the dark red Dao robe was no longer eye-catching.

His hands were hidden in his robes, and he held a sword in his hands, and the light of the blade occasionally revealed through the gaps in the robes, escaping a faint blood aura.

Before stepping into this area, he had already killed two people, but unfortunately they were not important people, only appetizers.

He was a little excited, because no matter what the victory or defeat of this local battlefield was, he only needed to cut off a few famous heads of the Northwest rebels, and he would be able to exchange a large enough benefit to the imperial court.

For the common people, war is a great disaster, and for people like Zhao Baiyang, this is just an opportunity to save military merit for wine.

He was very relaxed, relying on his cultivation at the peak of the Three Realms, he felt that he could completely withstand the influence of blood qi, cut down a few enemy generals, and then drift away.

Therefore, he did not exercise the highest vigilance.

So by the time he sensed that vague and powerful killing intent, it was already a little late.

Yuan Lai had silently entered within ten meters of Zhao Baiyang's body, and this distance was very delicate.

is stepping on the edge of the release range of Zhao Baiyang's small world.