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The soldiers woke up from their sleep, armed with their weapons, and began to run, to their positions.

The formation masters completed the preparations before the formation was activated as quickly as possible, and the crossbow formation composed of 800 crossbowmen also moved forward to the front of the barracks as a whole.

Here is the North Third Battalion, commanded by General Peng Shihaishen.

He looked at the thousands of vulture birds that covered the sky, his expression was still indifferent, his voice did not tremble, and more than ten military orders were issued in an orderly manner.

Only the soldiers standing beside him noticed that the fists of his main commander had been clenched tightly, and his knuckles were a little white.

It wasn't fear, it was anger and anxiety.

If every vulture had carried that gunpowder-like weapon, what kind of test would the North Third Battalion face today?

The formation arranged by the formation division can cover half of the military camp, but in the face of such a fire, it cannot be supported for too long.

As for the crossbow array, it should be possible to shoot down a batch of vultures, but according to the current flight altitude of the vultures, when the crossbow arrows can hit them, they have already flown above the barracks, so what difference does it make whether they drop gunpowder themselves or are shot down?

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"It would be nice if Master was here!"

A cavalryman shouting as he climbed the cliff face.

Another cavalryman shook his head and said, "Even if Master and his old man are here, they may not be able to kill these birds cleanly." ”

The third cavalryman did not speak, exuding a cold aura all over his body, and his killing intent rose to the sky.

In his mind, the North Third Battalion would inevitably turn into a sea of fire today, even if the formation could resist for a while, it would suffer extremely heavy losses, and the fastest wolf rider of the Demon Clan might be waiting to attack in the north of the mountain, in other words, there was no way to reverse this defeat.

Then he must at least kill the commanders of the vultures, so that such failures do not continue to happen in the future.

To be able to climb such a steep cliff, thinking about such a thing, he and the other two cavalrymen were certainly not ordinary soldiers.

But even if they are powerful cultivators, there are still many things that cannot be changed on the battlefield.

Suddenly, there was a terrible chirp in the sky.

The three cavalrymen subconsciously stopped their movements, looked back in the direction where the Terran military camp was located, and saw a completely unexpected scene.

The grassland illuminated by the morning light spread out with green light, and finally turned into a formation, enveloping the first half of the barracks.

From such a distance, the flickering light on the Holy Light Crossbow could still be seen.

The Terran army is on standby.

But the vultures didn't fly above the barracks at all, and they fell to the ground!

It was as if an invisible and mysterious force appeared in front of the eagles, making them frightened and powerless to wave their wings.

Thousands of vulture birds rained down on the ground, and when they landed on the grassland, they turned into a flame, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"What's going on?"

One of the horsemen shouted in surprise.

The cold-breathing cavalryman shouted, "Speed up!"

Seeing that the camp was fine, the three cavalrymen were in high spirits and crawled towards the caves in the middle of the cliff wall, as fast as a flying fly!

Before coming to those caves, the three of them felt the cold breath oozing from inside, and knew that the demon monster should still be inside, without any delay, in the clear roar, the long sword came out of its sheath, shot into the cave like a cold light, and began to pass through at an unimaginable speed.

There was no sound in the cliff at first, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, and then there was a dense and continuous cutting sound, mixed with the sound of pain and curses in the demon language, and then the demon monster kept repeating a certain sentence, looking particularly frightened and frightened.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound from the cliff finally disappeared.

Three cold swords flew out of the cave and returned to the scabbard.

The morning sun was higher than before, and the morning light reflected off the cliff face on the side of the mountain peak, illuminating the faces of the three horsemen.

A face is calm and quiet, a face is resolute and arrogant, and a face is young and smart, it is Liang Banhu, Guan Feibai, and cabbage.

Cabbage asked curiously, "What did that demon monster keep shouting before he died?"

Liang Banhu and Guan Feibai glanced at each other and laughed.

Guan Fei smiled whitely, and said, "Senior Brother asked you to learn the demon language well, why didn't you listen?"

Cabbage said aggrievedly: "There are more than 100 demon languages, how can I learn them all?"

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The steppe was full of exclamations.

Because the same situation happened in all the barracks.

The demons did not use a large number of troops to counterattack, but launched countless sneak attacks at the same time.

This kind of sneak attack or more should be described as a surprise attack, the demons have exhausted all kinds of strange methods, and sent a lot of strong people.

This is the first time since the start of the war that the demons have dispatched strong men to fight.

But just like the first phase of the campaign, once dispatched, it was an all-out attack, leaving no room for anything!

There are more than 3,000 tribes in the Demon Race, and there are no less than 100 tribes with strong combat power.

Today, the patriarchs of these tribes and their most powerful warriors have either broken through the ground of the steppe or flown down from the cliffs, and their faces are hideous.

A beast master from a remote snow lake, he commands the monsters to launch a suicidal attack.

The unwilling wandering warrior from the slums of Snow Old City lifted off the animal skin covering his body, picked up the heavy magic axe, and jumped up from the herd.

The goals of these strong men are very clear, and the prior arrangements are very targeted, that is, the grain and grass, formation divisions and commanders of the Terran army.

Hundreds of small battles began simultaneously on the steppe, and although they did not necessarily have much impact on the overall battle situation, they succeeded in creating great chaos.

Behind the chaos is often a clear and cold intention.

When the morning sun jumped out of the horizon, the light was refracted by the mountains and grasslands, which made the world even darker, and the true intentions of the demons seemed to be finally clear.

Hundreds of strong men in the demon army with an obvious aura of slaughter, under the cover of a formation that disturbed the heavens, came to a place less than twenty miles away from the military tent of the human race.

The battle intent that disturbed the heavens caused the clouds in the sky to gather again, and some raindrops fell, falling on the faces and lips of the soldiers, feeling a little faint and empty.

This is the power of rules, could it be said that there is a strong person in the Holy Realm who has arrived?

Coach Hemingshen will be a low-key and calm man, but in some respects extremely adventurous, even radical.

The Chinese military tent was pushed to the forefront by him, and it was only more than a hundred miles away from the mountain peak called Nuorilang.

At such a critical moment, there is no longer any need to be kept.

The powerhouse of the Terrans finally made a move.

The white and blazing holy light illuminated the dark heaven and earth, tearing away the flowing clouds like sticky cotton wool, revealing a corner of the blue sky.

Mao Qiuyu and Huairen Daogu walked out of the tent of the Chinese army, and with a wave of their sleeves, they killed more than ten demon masters.

No one is surprised by this.

Even those demon powerhouses who were equivalent to death had long expected their end.

How could there be no Sacred Domain powerhouse in the most important Chinese military tent?

Since the demon clan had expected it, it naturally had corresponding preparations.

The sky suddenly turned gray.

The blue blue was gone, and in the faint fog, a black, broken chessboard loomed.

At the foot of Nuorilang Peak, a black hole suddenly appeared on the empty grassland.

The edges of the passage were not neat, like paper torn apart.

This description is actually very appropriate, because it was originally a passage torn out of space by the Demon Clan's terrifying array.

Several demon generals with thousands of wolf riders poured out of the valley, from hundreds of miles away, and galloped towards the Chinese army tent.

The clouds and mist deepened, obscuring the sun, and the night seemed to come early, and several particularly tall figures appeared in the process.

It is believed that it should be a member of the Senate, or a prince and nobleman in the old city of snow.

Mao Qiuyu and Huairen's expressions remained unchanged, and they were very calm.

Since the demons could expect them to be here, they naturally could also think that the demons would make corresponding arrangements.

Late last night, they had already seen the possibility of that passage appearing on the horoscope.

At this point, nothing new has happened that exceeds expectations.

Suddenly, Aunt Huairen's eyes became solemn.

Mao Qiuyu's sleeves moved without wind.

A very tall black shadow suddenly appeared on the summit of Norilang Peak.

Unlike the generals and wolf riders, the shadow did not appear through the passage in the valley, but suddenly appeared at the summit.

The sky was getting darker and darker, but the fog in front of the mountain peak was blown away by the wind, revealing the true face of the huge black shadow.

It was an extremely rare, ancient inverted mountain fang, with a long snout and horns, extremely fierce, more than forty zhang high.

In the corner of the inverted mountain sat a very thin demon, far inferior to the size of even a human child, wearing a suit of armor, the armor was full of intricate patterns woven of gold threads, and there were many dark green things in between, some were emeralds, and some were copper rusted by time.

An unimaginable terrifying aura emanated from the cracks in the armor, but it was far less cold and evil than the sight of this demon.

When this demon appeared at the peak, the world seemed to be quiet for hundreds of miles.

Because he's a magic handsome.

The silence was followed by more and more terrible howls and shouts of killing.

Thousands of wolf riders rushed towards the Chinese military tent like a madman.

Because the magic marshal has arrived.

Obviously, if you want to hold the Chinese military tent today, the prerequisite is to defeat, or at least block the demon commander.

When the old Demon Lord was still alive, he was the undisputed second strongest man in the Demon Snowfield.

Now that the old demon lord is dead, can it be said that he is the strongest of the demon race?

No one knows this answer, because the Yanzhi Mountain people are hidden, because until today, the black robe has not made a full attack.

But at least one fact can be confirmed.

Demon Shuai is not an ordinary Sanctuary powerhouse.

If Chen Changsheng was here, he would probably remember that when Su Li mentioned Demon Shuai by the hot spring, he used the word pervert.

Even Su Li felt perverted, and you can imagine how cruel and powerful the demon shuai is.

Mao Qiuyu knew very well that he was not the opponent of the Demon Shuai, and the time for Huairen Daogu to enter the Holy Domain was shorter, so who would stop him?

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A sword light came from the south.

The sword light was clear and quiet, like real water.

The sword light washed away the haze in the sky and annihilated the howls on the grassland, which seemed leisurely, but in fact slashed towards the peak with a murderous purpose.

In the surging wolf ride, a black smoke suddenly rose, and the eighth demon general broke through the air, holding a heavy treasure, and blasted towards the sword light.

The sword light seemed to be the reflection of the water surface under the corridor, trembling slightly, and then went around.

With a soft snort, a clear sword mark appeared on the armor of the Eighth Demon General, and a line of fire like magma flowed inside.

The unbearable pain caused the demon general, who was known for his stoicism, to let out a roar of rage.

In the roar, a black smoke rose from the wolf rider, but the momentum was not comparable to before, and the demonic aura was soaring, and Shengsheng left this sword light.

From time to time, the sword light flashed, illuminating the black smoke, and occasionally the sound of metal breaking sounded.

The third demon general finally blocked the sword light, the helmet was full of sword marks, the demon horn was even broken a little, and the demon blood flowed out.

It's just a sword light, and it actually takes two high-level demon generals to stop it one after another, and it's so embarrassed that it's even injured one after another.

It is different from Su Li's sharpness and freedom, and it is also different from Chen Changsheng's directness and perseverance.

The sword is more serene and softer, yet sharper, completely untraceable, elusive, and extremely subtle.

There was a tent on the side of the camp, which was used to pile up miscellaneous items.

An old Taoist walked out of it.

He holds a sword in his right hand and a scabbard in his left hand, no matter how he walks or how he holds the sword, it is not good-looking, and it has nothing to do with the word dust. But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the sword is absolutely extraordinary, like autumn water washed for 3,000 years, it is extremely bright, and it cannot be forced to look at, and it wants to cover the world in front of everyone, including heaven and earth.

Could it be that this is the legendary Sky Covering Sword?

Could this ordinary old Taoist be the head of the Lishan Sword Sect?

The generals and soldiers in the battalion were shocked and speechless, and they all got out of the way.

Mao Qiuyu and Huairen bowed slightly.