However, after all, they are just ordinary people, and it is difficult to make contributions in the face of the rough skin and thick demon clan in the face of such an invincible battle array on such a secular battlefield.

Wang Jian looked at the demon clans who were running around in the distance and abusing the human army at will, and his face was also pale.

He also knew in his heart that these soldiers who were not afraid of death and dared to raise their swords at those terrifying-looking demon clans were actually using their lives to block the progress of the demon clan. The ones who can really effectively kill the demon clan still rely on those immortals who are high on the mountain on weekdays.

Seeing that his subordinates were casually torn apart by the demon clan and their heads were unscrewed, Wei Zheng, the tiger and leopard rider general who had cultivated as a three-rank martial artist, could no longer hold back. The body shook, and the armor on his body was scattered and flew away, and the whole person flew up from the war horse.

Wei Zheng descended from the sky, slashed a wolf demon who was gnawing at his comrades in two, turned his waist, and kicked the demon clan who was rushing towards a soldier on the ground with a whip leg.

However, before he could pull up the boy on the ground, who was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, a black shadow pounced, and a hideous claw pierced him through his chest.

Brutally tearing Wei Zheng's body in half, the bear demon crushed the head of the young soldier who fell to the ground with a single kick. Immediately after that, a flying pounce slapped the head of a foundation monk who was manipulating a magic weapon not far away.

The bear demon became murderous, slapped his chest with both hands, and roared in the sky.

A white light flashed, and a flying sword was inserted straight into the bear demon's mouth, and the flying sword pierced through the back of the head, and the bear demon's roar stopped in an instant, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

The flying sword was pulled out, and it turned into a streamer of light, severing the head of a little demon three feet away.

Controlling the flying sword was a Jindan sword cultivator who was mixed in the military array, and he fought hand-to-hand with a sword while making a flying sword, and had already killed no less than twenty demon clans. Unfortunately, a moment later, he was bitten by a snake demon that attacked from behind. When Jian Xiu was dying, he used all his strength to shatter the snake demon's body with sword qi, and with the last breath of his heart, the imperial envoy flew his sword and stabbed a demon clan who was wantonly slaughtering in the cavalry. However, in the end, the strength was not caught, and the natal flying sword lost the support of spiritual power on the way to the direct sweep, and fell to the ground.

When Jian Xiu fell to the ground, he barely turned his head sideways and looked north. It seems that he wants to imprint the clouds and wind of his hometown deeply in his mind.

The armies of the two clans staggered against each other, and the corpses of the fallen on the battlefield were piled up. Most of the Terrans died in embarrassment, either with broken bodies or severed limbs, and few of them were completely corpsed. In comparison, the corpses of the demon race are much less, after all, the race is naturally strong, even the lowest-level demon beasts can easily tear apart the weak body of the human race with a sword.

As the war progressed, more and more Terran monks set foot on the battlefield. And the demon cultivators who appeared later were also significantly stronger, and most of the demon cultivators already had the combat power above the observation realm.

High in the sky, the top combat forces have already fought together.

Most of the twelve demon kings of the demon clan have joined the battle group. Or take on human form, or reveal your true body, and fight with the top monks of the human race. More than a dozen land immortals on the Terran side also dispatched, each finding a demon king and fighting. The superfluous people stopped those big demons who were also in the Earth Immortal Realm and prevented them from killing the Terran monks who returned to the Cave Xuan Realm at will.

At the beginning of the war, the golden-winged Dapeng King Dark Sun, who broke through the clouds and revealed his true body, turned into a human form after the start of the war and landed on a mountain peak.

He stared coldly at the scuffle above the sky, without the slightest intention of making a move. As for the battle situation on the ground, he didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, as long as the heavenly battlefield maintained its superiority, it didn't matter how big the battle damage on the ground was. It's just some little demons with impure blood, and no matter how many people die, they can't hurt the vitality of the entire demon clan.

He has only one opponent, and that is the martial god Feng Xing. When Feng Xing couldn't hold it back, it was when he entered the arena.

Standing behind the dark sun, except for the descendant of the demon queen, the other three were the top demon kings in combat power. Their existence is used to deter the Demon City.

"Lion King, it seems that in our lifetime, our clansmen will finally be able to stand north of the 100,000 Great Mountains and enjoy the great scenery of the Ethereal Spirit Realm. ”

Seeing that under the blessing of the demonic aura emitted by the Demon World Futu, the demons who are becoming more and more brave are fighting, a smile also appeared on the face of the dark sun, which has rarely seen a smile for thousands of years.

As one of the longest-surviving demon clans, the Golden Retriever Lion King is the only demon king whose reputation in the clan is comparable to that of the Golden-winged Roc King, who has the highest combat power. Looking at this first demon king with slightly less qualifications than himself but with better cultivation, he said with emotion: "Demon Emperor bless, I hope that our clan can break free from the shackles of this Jedi and let our descendants survive in the green mountains and green waters." ”

"Yes, there will be a day. Even if the two of us have turned to dust by then, I believe that our tomb will be located on the border north of Nanchizhou. ”

Dark Sun didn't turn his head, but responded to the lion king behind him in a firm tone.

The nine-tailed sky fox and the sky-swallowing pig beside the lion king glanced at each other, and they both saw the look of hope in each other's eyes.

Maybe the appearance of the demon world is really a sign that the prosperity of this demon clan is about to begin.

Above the Demon Town, Feng Xing and Ling Ruoxu both had solemn faces.

The balance of the current battle situation is obviously tilting towards the side of the demon clan. The demon clan has a clear numerical advantage in terms of top combat power. Among the twelve demon kings, the Golden-winged Dapeng King and the Golden Retriever Lion King are both in the realm of heaven and man, even if they add their own cloud Zhongzi, the other party is two against three, and with the speed of the Dapeng Crown's Void Spirit Realm, they can completely drag the three of themselves. Even in the past few battles, there are many examples of the Roc King instantly relying on his speed to get rid of his opponent in an instant, and killing a Terran monk in a flash of lightning.

Moreover, except for the Dapeng King and the Lion King, the remaining ten demon kings are all in the realm of land immortals, and even six of them are at the peak of earth immortals. What's more, in addition to the twelve demon kings, the demon clan also has three or two earth fairy realm demons.

Therefore, compared with the combat power of the two sides above the Tibetan realm, the Terran side is at a disadvantage.

As the decline of the battle situation above the high heavens was revealed, Feng Xing said to Wang Qian, who also looked ugly: "Mingjin withdraws his troops. ”

Wang Qian, who was also born in Great Qin, still sincerely admires this previous generation of Great Qin military gods who were born hundreds of years earlier than him. As the first martial artist in the world, one of the five uniques in the ethereal spirit world, but he has been guarding the north of the 100,000 mountains all his life, protecting the land of the human race from the slightest violation, and is still respected by the world as a general. Only such a person can truly convince a character like Wang Jian and convince him.

Knowing that if he continued to fight, he would only suffer greater damage, so he could only retreat to the city, relying on this large protective array built by the top formation mages of the entire Void Spirit Realm to resist, Wang Jian took a deep breath and gave a second military order to the herald beside him.

The three armies retreated and retreated into the city.