The knights who retreated from the front line quickly formed a queue in front of the scattered fifth barrier, which was much less than the number of people when they set off, and according to several of the defeated soldiers, the other party did not even get close to them, and the first wave of long-range strikes wiped out nearly a thousand people, and the knights' sword skills and spiritual blood power could not be used, so naturally they did not bring any casualties to the other party.

This news shocked Murong Chui, and it verified how wise Jiang'an's persuasion was before. Obviously, if you want to really compete with demons, it is far from enough to just have the spirit blood of witchcraft, and now Murong Chui regrets it a little, at that time, he should have brought the Yama next to Murong Xuan, the king of Voldu, who is finally an expert in divine power, and with him by his side, he may be able to find the most suitable way for the Xianbei people to deal with Mgaga.

Now he can only ask for advice from this strange leopard-patterned young man in front of him, Murong Chui's slightly resistive heart because of the other party's dismissive attitude was quickly replaced by suspense and anxiety, this is the time of life and death, it is by no means the time to be reckless, and Jiang'an's words are indeed reasonable, which makes him feel very relieved.

"The first long drive was because you caught them off guard with the fastest speed you made the fight the way you do best, and even then you suffered a lot of damage, so I never wanted to say that it was your victory. And if you put a distance, I mean between you and the demons, it's the easiest way for them to deal with you, because you don't know how to spell. That crane spirit, the leader of the demon army you are fighting, is clearly aware of this, and once he distances himself and waits for you to come, your charge will turn into a tragic slaughter, their slaughter of you. ”

"But King Gu is here with a large army, they can also cast spells from a distance, how to resist it?"

"Because we're here, we're going to make them feel that hex ranged attacks aren't of much use, and they won't be able to take advantage of their numerical advantage. Jiang An looked at Murong Chui, and he didn't have to raise his eyes to feel the approach of the demon army from the tremor on the ground, and the time was already very short.

We refer to all the demon warriors here, Chen Song, Ji Ruiluan Qingtian, Qi Wenyu, Bai Wenqi, There are also Ding Xiao and Zi Heng, Ji Rui has been listening quietly, but his eyes are gloomy at Shen Jin's head in Zhang Xiu's arms, this general who is determined to defend the lonely city finally asks for benevolence, but Ji Rui does not want to use his death to inscribe a monument for him, the hero's ambition is not rewarded, and the heroes who have spilled their blood in the city in the past seven days, they could have done more, but now the demon trouble is getting worse, but they have all died and died, and once Luoyang City finally falls into the hands of demons, their death will become worthless.

"Don't put up too dense a formation in front of the other party, you are cavalry, you can step back a little more, once we are entangled with the other side here, you can repeat the old tricks, let the cavalry brigade come in again, the casualties will still be large, but this is the only way to ensure that you have the least number of deaths. Jiang An was still giving advice to Murong Chui, but the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer had already caused a commotion in the formation of the Yan cavalry.

Qi Wenyu and Bai Wenqi jumped into the air, looking at each other from a distance, and after a while, Bai Wenqi said with a white face: "It's really thousands, you can't see the edge at a glance, it's only a mile or two away from here." ”

Murong Chui said that he understood, and then looked at the sparsely populated demon warriors.

"Just a few of you gods stay here to resist, there are thousands of them, are you sure you can drag it until the Lone King drives his troops into the battlefield again?"

"No, you can't. Shogishi pouted indifferently, as if he wasn't talking about his life at all, "But it can bring you into a melee situation, and I hope the terrain here can keep us alive long enough." ”

Murong Chui nodded, he had already expressed his respect too many times today, and he didn't have to be at this critical juncture, he waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him finally beat the golden drum, blew the horn, and gave the order to retreat.

"Five hundred paces away, this is the distance that the lone king let the cavalry charge, against those Mgaga, it is useless to have insufficient strength, hold on until we come." ”

The cavalry of the Yan Kingdom began to withdraw, and in order to make the next swift charge, among the retreating crowds, only the demons who stood still were left, and Zhang Xiu, who put down Shen Jin's head and stood up straight.

A cloud-like demonic aura began to descend, and the first iron-clad demon soldier appeared in the field of vision, followed by the second and third...... Hundreds, thousands, thousands of them, side by side, densely connected into a group, and the crowd was overwhelmed like a mountain.

The sound of horses' hooves was very different from the Xianbei Iron Rider who was gradually moving away, and Luan Qingtian saw that it was Ah Xia and Ah Qi Luo who were rushing to ride their horses.

"Why bother to come to the place of death?" Chen Song sighed, the facts are clear, these two heroes of the Mang clan who had just recovered from their injuries chose to continue to fight on the front line, and the grim situation made their arrival have a tragic meaning of seeking death.

"The old clan can fight!" was a simple four words, and all the words of concern and reluctance stopped before they could be spoken, and turned their heads to the shore to welcome their arrival with an almost soft smile.

The eight demon warriors, plus Zhang Xiu, who swore to live and die with his comrades, faced the 7,800 people of the Holy Light Department of the entire Heavenly Army Camp, almost a thousand times their number.

At the time of the big battle, Ji Rui looked in the direction of Miyagi in the north, even if the cavalry of the Yan Kingdom entered again, I am afraid it would still be difficult to stop the demons for too long, the only key to turning the tide of the battle was that a large number of Seven Star Alliance Demon Warriors in Miyagi could arrive here in time, one move, two ways to live, but why did the second senior brother go for so long, and there was still no sign of moving closer here?

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The bloody battle fell into an increasingly fierce trend when the sky was completely dark, and the inner city was centered on the defensive aura composed of the Heavenly Master Sect and the Five Old Monks, and thousands of Heavenly Army demon soldiers gathered around, occasionally entangled and repeated, the night was rendered by the dazzling demon flame brilliance as if it were day, and death was like a shadow of a dark blade, harvesting the lives of both sides all the time.

But in the blink of an eye, the sharp claws of the Sen Sen, which flashed from the twilight in the twilight, pierced the head of the Heavenly Master Sect disciple, and the grizzly bear monster hugged him vigorously, killing a young Taoist priest of the Five Old Masters who could not dodge and fall into the clutches of the devil, but before he could put down the corpse in his arms, a colorful light and shadow flew by like a sharp blade, throwing the grizzly monster's big head into the air......

Gan Fei was by Yu Shihuan's side, his broken body Gang Qi had experienced too much consumption of the demon soldiers' bodies, and finally appeared a little weakened after a long period of fighting, at least the Gang Qi was not as lethal as it was at the beginning, and now he could only rely on his superb sword skills to fight with the steady stream of demon soldiers.

Yu Shihuan was a little envious, he had already found that the second disciple of the Qianjia family, who had been separated for more than half a year, had experienced the painful experience of being said to be like a wasted person, but his skills seemed to have improved a lot, even if he was already advancing by leaps and bounds from the benefits of the "Demon Suppression Spectrum", he was by no means inferior by half a point.

There are so many capable people in the world, and what a ridiculous extravagant hope it is to make others stand out from the rest? What kind of fate do I need to truly become a master who can compete with my master? In order to make these peers of the Seven Star Alliance reverberate and worship me from the bottom of their hearts?

The competitive heart rose again, Yu Shihuan seemed to forget that Gan Fei's approach was to continue chattering about his Jian Yi, who let him retreat, he only knew that he had to kill more demon soldiers than Gan Fei, so as to save a little bit of face as the deputy leader of the Seven Star Alliance. The figure is like white light, and the magic is wonderful, and in a short time, the number of demon soldiers who died in his hands reached thirty or fifty.

But Gan Fei has at least eliminated more than a hundred, even now that his evil power is not very significant, there is still no triad under his broad-bladed long knife, which makes Yu Shihuan's heart even more uncomfortable.

Why? How could he, who had gathered the magic of the sect and the magic of the sect, be inferior to the slashing and killing of a person from the Sect of Strength with his bravery and courage when his skills were radiant and his spells were vividly displayed?

However, gradually, Yu Shihuan found that his speed of killing demon soldiers had slowed down significantly, and Rao is Qi refining and cultivation had reached the realm of refinement, but after such a long time of fighting and fighting, he couldn't help but start panting, and his heart was beating more and more violently.

Yu Shihuan suddenly had a strange feeling, like a feeling and a memory, indescribable and elusive, like an ethereal thread, he wanted to grasp it, but he didn't know where to start.

He seems to have returned to that day, the day when he joined forces with Tianfengzi, Tianqingzi, and Dexin Daoren to fight against the Tianling ghost general, although the battle time was extremely short, but it was also the strength of the four people to be able to hold on to the Tianling ghost general, at that time, it was only the Tianling ghost ghost will shake the ancient and modern, and the body is unique in the world, but now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be exactly like this.

Yu Shihuan thought in his mind, but his hand was not slow, he saw a black-faced monster that looked like a mandrill was so vicious, and tore open the bodies of two Seven Star Alliance casual guests in a row, bloody and terrible, and was ready to pounce on another Heavenly Master Sect disciple in apricot yellow robe, Yu Shihuan Li followed the thought, and in the blink of an eye, the white light flew, and he had already arrived in front of the black-faced monster, two fingers and a stroke, and the flying sword went straight down.

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In terms of skill alone, if it is superimposed, it is absolutely impossible for the ability of the Heavenly Spirit Ghost General to be comparable to the four masters, fair judgment, and it can even be said that the Heavenly Spirit Ghost General is only slightly better than the Tianfengzi host, so why can the four masters fall into a bitter battle at the same time?

Yu Shihuan was still thinking about this problem, and the void thread began to faintly appear in his heart.

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The flying sword passed through the body of the black-faced monster, but the black-faced monster relied on its solid physique and armor to avoid the vital point, and the severe pain was not fatally injured for a while.

Yu Shihuan dodged sideways, quietly recited the mantra, and the flying sword spun around, stabbing at the black-faced monster's body again.

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It was because of his sudden arrival that he successfully entered the four masters, and led the battle to a situation of hand-to-hand combat!

Yu Shihuan suddenly thought of the core of this strange thought.

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After all, the black-faced monster was pierced through the back of the heart by the flying sword that turned around, and the black-faced monster's dying tore only brought a burst of fierce wind at the end of the crossbow.

Yu Shihuan can naturally avoid it easily, but due to a trace of fatigue, the staggered footsteps staggered slightly, and at this moment, another jackal hyena-like demon soldier jumped up like lightning, and the momentum was so fast that Yu Shihuan didn't have time to cast a spell at all, so he grabbed the crane and rushed away like an arrow from the string.

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The disciples of the Shuzong are not good at melee combat! It is harmful to fight in close combat, and after a long time, they will be completely passive!

Yu Shihuan is very strange, how can such a simple truth have to wait until he practices his disadvantages to save it. His experience is proof of this, whenever he distances himself, he is always able to find a way to crack the demon quickly through his sharp eye and keen reaction, and then win easily, neatly and effortlessly. But when he frequently began to kill short-distance kills due to the competition for merit and fighting, his disadvantages were gradually exposed, so no matter how hard he tried, compared to Gan Fei, who was good at fighting with blades, he always seemed to lose, and after exposing the short and long fighting style, it brought about a deterioration in the body, and now it has caused a bitter fruit.

He missed, or he showed a flaw that he shouldn't have under the hard battle, the wind was in his ears, and in front of him was the fierce face of the jackal and the dog sticking out his tongue, and his body was weak for a while, and he could only be dragged by the demon soldiers into the enemy group of several groups.

On the first day of the war, at the beginning of my ambition, God was so cruel that I had just realized my mistake and made me pay the price.

The dying shadow instantly surrounded Yu Shihuan and dragged him step by step towards the bottomless abyss.

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A stream of white qi was generated behind Yu Shihuan's back, but this was not cast by Yu Shihuan, if he could see it, he would definitely be able to find that this technique was quite similar to the Qi refining method of this sect.

Seeing the vision, it was the jackal demon soldier who grabbed Yu Shihuan, he suddenly felt that under the traction of the white qi, the momentum had been reduced to the weakest, and soon, he climbed to his arm in the opposite direction, and the hand holding the placket of his clothes suddenly hurt, and the jackal demon soldier trembled, let go of Yu Shihuan, and fell to the ground again.