This is a field full of the smell of slaughter, two teams in bright armor are quietly facing each other, and there is a silent momentum condensing, shattering the sky and clouds, and freezing the void.

One of the men and horses was dressed in silver armor and neatly formed, and a suffocating killing intent burst out from the chest of each warrior. There is a huge battle flag hunting in the wind, and the iron is painted with silver hooks on it, outlining the word 'Xiongqu'.

Camp Bear Canal!

And the people and horses on one side were covered in black armor, and the large array they formed was silent, and there was a sense of death spreading. In the same way, they also have a battle flag with a hideous beast painted on it, which is breathtaking.

"Ghost Clan, Hundred Slaughter Battle Regiment!" On a high hill far away from the confrontation between the two teams, a group of Terrans stood here, staring at the battlefield with their eyes like torches. The one who spoke just now was a handsome young man, he was wearing a purple and gold robe, a tasseled crown on his head, and the sword hanging from his waist was inlaid with gold and jade, and a sense of nobility emanated from him.

"Ming Shao, this ghost clan warband doesn't look simple, should we help that Xiongqu camp?" said a martial artist with high cheekbones.

Hearing the inquiry of the high-cheekbone martial artist, the handsome young man known as Ming Shao looked at him, and his fingers lightly tapped the hilt of his sword. After a moment, he shook his head slowly, "Don't worry, let's take a look at the level of the Qingyang City Battle Group first." ”

The handsome young man was obviously the leader of this team, and after he set the tone, the high-cheeked warrior hugged his fists, indicating that there was no point. The other warriors didn't say much, but turned their attention back to the battlefield of confrontation.

At this time, on the battlefield, Yang Ren's eyes were heavy, looking at the Ghost Clan's Hundred Slaughter Battle Group in front of him, since he left Qingyang City, he led the Xiongqu Battalion to gallop all the way, and some scattered Hundred Clans were not their enemies at all. Until he chased and killed a hundred tribes of rout, and collided head-on with this war group.

"The Hundred Clans' Battle Regiment?" Yang Ren muttered after looking at the Hundred Slaughter Battle Regiment for a while.

"Hehe, then let them achieve the prestige of our Xiongqu. Wang Meng, who was standing beside Yang Ren, licked his lips and said with a chill.

Their Xiongqu battalion enjoyed the best treatment in the Broken Yue War Regiment, and General Cen Xi desperately tilted all kinds of resources towards them. This time to hunt the hundred tribes, every Xiongqu soldier held a breath in their hearts, they wanted to use the enemy's blood to prove that General Cen Xi's choice was not wrong!

Camp Xiongqu deserves all that it gets!

Just as Yang Ren and Wang Meng were looking at the Hundred Clans, the leaders of the Hundred Slaughter War Group were also looking at the Terrans in front of them. The leader was a mighty man in heavy armor, and the giant hammer in his hand seemed to be able to open the heavens and the earth, exuding the aura of destruction. This time, in order to wash the three cities of Qingyang in blood, the Hundred Battles Palace not only organized countless young talents, but also sent a large number of recruits. Through this battle behind enemy lines, the Hundred Battles Palace wants to train these non-war-hardened recruits into elite veterans.

Well, the idea is good.

This strong man who led the army was called Ghost Rock, and he was a captain in the Hundred Slaughter Battle Regiment, and the 1,200 Ghost Clan he was now leading was the new battalion of the Hundred Slaughter Battle Regiment. However, as a new battalion of an elite war group, this group of cucumber eggs should not be underestimated, and they are all sharp soldiers who have entered the war group after a cruel assessment.

The Hundred Slaughter Battle Group is a green-level battle group, the same level as the three major war groups in Qingyang City. If a team wants to level up, it depends on the outnumbered people who complete the mission. And if the warband wants to upgrade, it depends on how many enemies are killed. And it can be at the green level, and you can see the white bones under the blade.

The bones of the Terrans.

"My lord, this Terran warband is a little capable. A lieutenant general said to the ghost rock.

Ghost Rock nodded, the two sides have been facing each other for so long, and the momentum on the Terran side is still inexhaustible, and it is obviously an elite soldier. But I'm afraid I haven't seen much blood, right?

In the eyes of veterans, there is an essential difference between a battle-hardened team and a rookie who has just entered the battlefield. No matter how neatly organized a recruit's contingent is, orders and prohibitions cannot hide their childishness. A true veteran is calm, indifferent, and knows life and death.

"We're going to be veterans right away. Yang Ren clenched his fists and said firmly. For the trust of General Cen Xi, and for the sake of Komori's acquaintance, I fought with these miscellaneous pieces!

"Fight with these miscellaneous pieces!" the king roared violently, and the sound was like a torrent of thunder, and it exploded into the field.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

......

In Wang Meng's roar, the thousand people of Xiongqu Camp also roared one after another, and the awe-inspiring killing intent was like a gathering of wind and clouds, which made the heavens and the earth change color.

"Then let's see who killed the deer!" Seeing Xiong Quying's sudden waves, a cruel smile appeared in Ghost Yan's eyes.

"Sons, what are we here for?!" Oni Yan shouted at the soldiers under his command, raising the giant hammer in his hand.

"The army is everywhere, and there is no grass!"

"Kill all these blood food!"

......

1,200 ghost soldiers shouted at the same time, and the overwhelming momentum caused the void to freeze, and their various spiritual powers rolled, the weapons in their hands waved back and forth, and they made bold words that made the human race eat blood and die.

"What so much nonsense, open up!" Ming Shao and his entourage, who were watching the battle from a distance, were all staring at this time, looking at the battlefield without blinking. Seeing that the two teams were just talking and not practicing, some warriors scolded angrily in a low voice.

They are warriors who came to Lianyuan City, and this hunt for the hundred tribes is a joint operation of the three cities of Qingyang, Lianyuan, and Hua. After discussion, the high-level leaders of the three main cities decided not to divide the battlefield by region, but to encourage many warriors to run rampant in the world, not just one city and one place.

Of course, in addition to this purpose, there are also the minds of a younger generation in the three main cities. The top combat power of the three main cities is basically the same, and after so many years of competition, I already know the roots, why can't you endure me, and I can't help you. So, let's fight for the next generation, the next two generations, and the next three generations...... Yes!

This Ming Shao is the young city lord of the Lianyuan City Lord's Mansion, named Zhao Ming, gifted and extremely spiritual, only in his early twenties this year, he has broken through the opening period, and is the leader of the younger generation of Lianyuan City. After the hunting operation officially began, he did not lead his men to sweep the surrounding hundred tribes, but hurried to the area of Qingyang City.

His idea was very simple, not only to attack the Hundred Clans, but also to let the name of Lianyuan City overshadow the two cities of Qingyang and Hehua. Along the way, they had seen a lot of Qingyang City's teams, but this was the first time they had seen the warband. They were now eager to know the strength of the Qingyang City Freshman Clan.

Is it a dragon or a bug?

"Kill!"

An earth-shattering burst suddenly, and the clouds in the sky didn't know how much they had shattered, and the cold breath made the air give birth to dense ice crystals.

"Here we go. Zhao Mingmo said.

Yes, to start.

Yang Ren raised the spear in his hand and pointed at the hundred clans, and there was a murderous aura condensed. Under his orders, the Longxiang camp was like a river of ice that had suddenly thawed, and it moved violently. They marched forward slowly with a pace as the beat of a drum, and the sun shone on their silver armor, and the light grew.

"Kill!" Seeing the Xiongqu camp rolling in, the ghost clan was not to be outdone, and the Baitu recruits were also murderous, rushing towards the Xiongqu camp, 1,200 ghost clans charged at the same time, the ground shook, the fierce beasts were dormant, and only a dull footstep was heard between heaven and earth.

"Who do you think will take the lead?"

"It should be the Xiongqu Battalion, right? Although their number is less than that of the Hundred Slaughter Battle Regiment, their momentum is still outstanding. ”

"It's hard to say, the ghost clan has always been known for being cunning and difficult to provoke, and I don't think Xiongquying can please you. ”

......

Just when the Xiongqu Battalion and the Hundred Slaughter Battle Group were about to collide, the warriors of Zhao Ming and his party were discussing again. But at this time, Zhao Ming didn't speak, his eyes were slightly condensed, staring at the battlefield tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Xiongqu battalion's charge was very fast, and the Hundred Slaughter Battle Group was also attacking at the same time, but in an instant, the two were only a stone's throw away.

"Ya!"

At the moment when the two teams gathered at the place of a stone's throw, Yang Ren raised his spear and roared. As soon as Yang Ren's words fell, the original surging silver stream suddenly froze, as if time suddenly stood still.

This change made the faces of Zhao Ming and his party change color, and they were able to stop at the sound of the order in the rapid charge, and it was uniform, this Xiongqu battalion was not simple.

But that wasn't the end of it, the shock on their faces hadn't subsided, and the overwhelming arrows roared in. Sharp arrows are dazzling rays of light, smoke rises in the sky, and the sound of sharp wind breaking resounds.

"Shield!" The Hundred Slaughter Battle Group that was suddenly rained down by arrows was a little flustered, but fortunately, the leader of the army, Ghost Rock, was a battle-hardened veteran, and although he was shocked by the elite viciousness of the Xiongqu Battalion, he did not panic at all.

Ghost Rock's words seemed to have a soothing effect, and in his shouting, two hundred-man teams quickly rushed out of the Hundred Slaughter Battle Regiment, and these two hundred-man teams were all wearing huge ironwood shields, and they soon came to the front of the team, the first soldiers put their shields on the ground, and the next soldiers were stacked on top of each other until they formed a shield wall with an arc.

"It's a fierce rival. ”

"Bang, bang, bang!" Yang Ren was interrupted by a series of crashing sounds. This ghost clan wargroup was more difficult than he imagined, and even the sudden rain of arrows could be stopped, and some of the hard battles were fought later.

"But do you think that my Xiongqu Camp only has these means?" The cold light in Yang Ren's eyes was magnificent, and there was lightning born in the void. His spear was raised again, "Flame!"

Under his command, about fifty soldiers ran from the middle to the front, each holding an orange-red ball about the size of a watermelon, with intricate carvings on it. When they came to the front, the arm holding the orange ball suddenly became muscular and thick. Then they slashed their arms into a full circle and threw the orange orb out of the way.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The continuous explosions rolled like thunder, shaking everyone's hearts. These orange orbs hit the shield wall of the ghost clan, directly rolling up the flames in the sky, engulfing everything.

Flame Charge, one of the standard equipment of the Broken Yue Warband.