The sound changed, and the wind was mighty, and the submerged dragon raised its head again.

"Sword Star, get up!"

A bright flash, hundreds of flying swords pierced the stars, and hundreds of sword cultivators led by Yan Shan fought at the same time, looking at the sky. Seven points and seven stars, seven stars linkage and then hundreds of people gather into a river, similar to a silver lock across the river.

Statistics on the realm of mad spiritual monks, among the weakest beings, the strong are tribulated, and it is not bad to put them anywhere. However, this group of people broke through the battlefield, except for a very few who had prepared before, or had treasures that could grow, the vast majority of them lost their skills due to breaking through the realm. In this regard, Thirteen Lang has taken care of everything, and the solution is extremely rude: grab it and use it now.

In the first battle of the Sword Sect, the magic weapon captured the most by the mad spirit monks was the sword, but fortunately, the sword was compulsory for the monks, and people in all walks of life knew some of it, and there were more proficient people. This time, due to the constraints of magic weapons, many people who are not good at this way have also changed their combat methods, and finally formed a sword team led by Yan Shan, who also cultivates swords and formations, and is the strongest of the eight teams.

The wind suddenly rose, and the hundred swords blew the wind to open the way, and the hundred people rushed forward in the demon souls, and at a glance, there was no order at all.

"Demon body, change!"

In the roar, several demon cultivators appeared in their true forms, and their sides were guarded by hundreds of cultivators as usual, and they were invincible with unimaginable brute force of ghosts.

"Soul Dao, guard!"

Mrs. Fengyang clenched her fists in a vacuum, and a half-concealed light door appeared on both sides of her body, and the ghost thing approached as if it was smoked by incense, and she was stuck in the middle of the road; behind her, a hundred monks who were good at this technique cast spells one after another, all of them were ecstasy spells, and rushed out of the way in the ghost array.

It's the same as trespassing, and you can't see the way at all.

"Fire!"

One of the two major tribulation cultivators, Qi Zuliang, a disciple of the Qi family among the six clans, was left in the Crazy Spirit Land by Qi Aotian because he was about to break the catastrophe, and since then he has never found a chance to leave, or he doesn't want to leave.

Behind Qi Zuliang. The most fire-savvy Bai Xiu opened the fire yuan, and the blazing sea of fire swarmed out, and among the eight teams in total, they were the fastest ones.

"Cone!"

The blood-clothed madman is not there, but the Cheng family has Cheng Feng left, and the interesting thing is that he is an admirer of Cheng Rui. Cheng Rui in the battle is more vicious, Cheng Feng is happy but his temperament is violent, and he gets carried away in a big battle, and the word wind is often pronounced as "crazy".

The same law is a team, and people with similar temperaments can also be a team, and the purpose is to improve the whole; Sixty years of attention in exchange for rich returns, this team's exercises are the most chaotic. The magic weapon is full of colors, but its impact is extremely fierce, and it is even a bit ghostly.

"Remnants, flash!"

"Earth armor, horizontal!"

"Call the beast, rush!"

A team that is good at retreating, a team that is good at guarding, and a hundred repairs who are good at controlling beasts. The eight hundred mad monks had their own strengths and formed their own teams. It is one of the eight winds.

What is it for?

to make the storm come.

The flag moved into formation, and the eight wild dragons changed from killing to breaking, no longer for the purpose of killing and killing, but shuttling through the battlefield, intertwining, looking sideways, diverting, and even reversing. During the period, there were also exchanges between the eight teams, personnel, Taoism, formation, and offense and defense. It's all evolving.

For ghosts, especially ghosts, this was too complicated and far beyond their comprehension, and soon, the battlefield was in chaos, and the originally frenzied ghost array was dotted with human cultivators.

"Is this good?" Boss Su quietly "captured" Su Qi'er. On the way, I killed a few ghosts that didn't have long eyes, and I was worried.

Such a chaotic scene, if there is no follow-up, it is obviously not good, the monks in the world seem to be fierce, but in fact, they do not kill the ghosts, but just pour mana to force them back, and it is a matter of time before they are besieged by exhaustion.

Of course, there was a follow-up, just when Boss Su "captured" the beggar and was worried on the way, the mad spirit went to the military flag and moved again.

"Eight winds, around!"

The same sound changed, and eight hundred chaotic figures changed at the same time, flashing three times and two flickering, and somehow all of them reached the periphery. Tens of thousands of ghosts were left behind, some dazed, some roaring, some chaotic and unsightly, and some frantically slaughtered and shot at their own kind.

A moment later, the panorama of the battlefield was revealed, and the eight hundred furious cultivators turned their backs in twos and twos, one struggling to block the offensive externally, and the other facing inwards to encircle the center, forcibly introducing and confined 80,000 ghosts to a very small circle.

It must be mentioned that if the object is not a ghost, the eight hundred cultivators will never be able to circle so many at once, but this is the underworld, no matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, it will not be able to get out of the category of ghosts after all, and it is just right to start killing.

The Blazing Killing Machine surged instantly, and at this point, no one needed to guide them, and everyone knew what would happen next.

"Wind and rain fall in all directions, kill!"

The order was timely, the sword light, the fire light, the Dao law, the treasure statue, and the beast roar roared in unison, and the overwhelming offensive was in the same place, as if constituting a vast ocean.

It's a fire!

This is the Gathering of Fire - the most effective, the most worked out, the most expected, and at the same time the most difficult to achieve in the war!

Among them, the luckiest ghosts faced at least a dozen attacks, as well as the insane self-harming.

Where is there any suspense!

After a short roar, after the flow of color, the sound of shouting and killing roars suddenly decreased by half, and when I looked at it again, the originally dense battlefield suddenly became clear, 80,000 ghosts, no more than 100 survivors, withered, and dying one by one.

In the face of such a violent attack, such a ferocious living person, the ghost who has never been afraid of death also felt in a trance, stunned and stupid, as if he was frightened and stupid.

"Holy!"

Boss Su shuddered suddenly, secretly thinking that the military array was so powerful, and those weak guys were so terrible in the hands of Shuai Guo, if he was in it, would he be safe this time?

The reason why Thirteen Lang is inferior to himself is this. He led the team to be vigorous, but he was far less agile and changeable than Meishuai in terms of specific tactics. When Surabaya competed for the green wolf, that kind of unpredictable tactics really shocked and admired Thirteen Lang, if it weren't for the light enemy when they met, plus a little luck and hole cards, Thirteen Lang would never have half a chance.

Leading the army to fight, Thirteen Lang is at most a fierce general and a killer, and the beautiful handsome is really handsome.

For the handsome, when the overall situation is overlooked, the offensive means are endless, and the opponent will never be given a chance to breathe. The killing game unfolded, and the more terrifying places of the wind and rain in the eight directions were gradually revealed, and after annihilating the strongest part of the ghost in one fell swoop, the mad spirit monk did not even pause for half a minute, and when he heard the order, he moved to turn into a violent wind again, and continued to divide towards the ghost array.

Although there are millions of ghosts, and there are no less than strong cultivators among them, if they continue to fight like this, they will really be killed by 800 people.

However, Mei Shuai can't let them fight like this anymore.

"Decree, Ten Miles!"

The order was like a mountain, and the ten miles of Yin soldiers came out in a mighty way, automatically finding their respective teams according to the assigned belongings, and the number of enemies and friends was reversed in an instant.

Training is just to be familiar with the tactics of war, the power of the Bafang Wind and Rain Array is also heavy, and the more important thing is that there must be casualties, and it is not easy to get the generals, how can the beautiful handsome be willing to fight to the death with those ghosts. There is always cannon fodder on the battlefield, and the Yin Soldier is obviously more suitable than human cultivation, and besides, human cultivation is a non-renewable resource in the underworld, and Mei Shuai really doesn't dare to completely ignore Thirteen Lang's feelings, so it's almost forgotten.

The six thousand li yin soldiers were only dispatched for ten li, in order to let people slowly adapt to the cultivation, they did not judge the robe as a guide, and the connection between them and the ghost pawns was based on command and tacit understanding, and at the same time, they were also restricted by cultivation;

Ten miles is enough.

The ghost is fierce and has no battle formation, and he doesn't know what depth, echelon, and follow-up are, the first to rush up must be the strongest part of it, although the rest of the strong people are coming one after another, but they are all scattered and cannot form a whole, and it is difficult to pose a threat to the monks. On the contrary, with a large number of available soldiers, the pressure on Ren Xiu's body was suddenly reduced, and the next stage was to really familiarize himself with the tactics and cultivate tacit understanding.

"Kill!"

In the shouting of killing, the rolling dragon went back and forth, and there were three waves of consecutive killings in the tea room, and the battle was victorious.

There are casualties in wars, especially in the first battle, there are too many unpredictable and uncontrollable factors, and the mad monks have also attritional, but most of them are wounded, and those who are besieged and killed by ghosts - only seventeen at present.

They also have arrangements. Eight hundred mad spirit monks, each of them has a life soul in the hands of Mei Shuai, as long as the reincarnation is controlled by the human race, there should be a splendid afterlife.

The wounded did not fight, the arrangements were set, and the injured monks returned to the mad spirit land one after another, and Mei Shuai did not move but knew it, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not bad. ”

In addition to the situation on the battlefield already under control, Mei Shuai did not mean to relax, looked into the distance, and spoke lightly.

"They're a little valuable, Vivi, excuse me. ”

"Great!"

Yuwei couldn't help it for a long time, and her voice was cheerful.

After saying that, he shook his body, and his hands were sturdy and empty, and he easily took down the few surviving ghosts, and behind him, he looked around, his bulging eyes full of disappointment.

Capture the enemy, return, worry-free about the war, the girl smiled like a flower, and praised again and again: "The handsome man is so powerful, no wonder Daddy praises you!"

"If you can't be so handsome. "The woman in the gauze dress has beautiful eyes like silk, and she never leaves Yuwei's side.

"False praise, false praise. ”

Mei Shuai was a little afraid of her, and her feet, which were like nails, moved two steps lightly and moved away from her. He secretly thought that if it weren't for this result, the girl didn't know if she would fight with me now, and this woman didn't know what her name was.

This is indeed the case, if it weren't for her father's strict order earlier: not to interfere with the use of troops by the United States, Yuwei would have already taken action. Fortunately, witnessing the kind of "earth-destroying" kind of violent killing, she felt the same as Boss Su, full of admiration.

"Your people are fine. But this kid didn't use it, and he was scared and fainted. ”

Boss Su came over with the beggar and threw it at the feet of Mei Shuai.

"What's next, in which direction?"

"He's not faint, he's a poor little fellow. ”

Mei Shuai looked at the beggar and shook her head slightly.

"I can't leave. ”

(To be continued......)