"Roar..." A minotaur, wielding a giant axe, rushed down the hillside, trampled over the corpses on the ground, and with a loud roar, slashed at a rough wooden shield on the shield wall. With a click, the axe sank in, but it didn't shatter as much as it had hoped. The samurai was knocked backwards by the tremendous force, and took two steps back before being held back by the man behind him, so the shield wall bounced back after only a little turmoil.

"Whoosh..." A javelin flew out of Pan Hagi Sakura's hand, drew a straight arc, pierced the right eye of the minotaur, pierced the brain, and pierced through the back.

Hit a target, but Pan Hagi Sakura didn't have a chance to appreciate her results. His ears moved, and he listened to the boy behind him give an order: "Pan, ugly position, wind weasel, poison, use talismans, arrows", without looking back, he reached out and took a piece of paper talisman he handed over, and squeezed it tightly on a wolf tooth arrow that a girl next to him happened to hand over, and then opened his bow, took the arrow, and aimed at a thin little monster on the ugly position that just broke into front of the shield wall.

"Whoosh..." At the same time that several samurai in front of the youkai were poisoned and fell, the wolf's fang arrow pierced the weasel monster's chest with a red spell brilliance. A bright flame erupted, scorching everything within five paces of it.

"Bang..." There was an explosion, and a gap was blown out of the formation at two o'clock on my right. Not only were the few poisoned samurai killed, but even the seven or eight samurai around who were about to rush over to fill the gap were also killed. However, before the explosion subsided, the youkai outside rushed up and slammed into a new shield wall that was pushed out of the gap. Then, another Qi cultivator got my order, flew his sword, and killed some of the most threatening Yellow Dog Youkai there. The samurai behind the shield wall raised his spear and stabbed it out fiercely, killing the other youkai. The momentum of the attack was interrupted, and a group of javelinmen and sword and shield men rushed out of line and smashed into the enemy group.

This is the third day that I have led the team north, and this was once a certain water village that was "reformed" on my way south. But now, it's a battlefield like a grinding disc of flesh and blood, a slaughtering ground full of corpses and slaughtering all over the world.

This water village, called "Gaotai Village", originally had a population of more than 3,000 and was controlled by a certain family in Taishan City. After those tyrannical masters were killed by me, I handed over this water village to the city lord of Pan as agreed. He also really sent a strong team of fifty people to take over this water village, and also took over the more than 3,000 demon slaves.

But now, all fifty of them are dead.

Four days ago, the spiritual membrane retreated northward, the spiritual energy was chaotic, the heavens and the earth were repeated, and those demons who had been oppressed and abused like dogs, slaughtered and killed like pigs turned into monsters. Then he easily killed the fifty self-proclaimed masters, and chopped up their dreams of repeating the tyrannical rule of their predecessors. Then this group of monsters destroyed the water village, burned the elixir field, killed all the bred spirit beasts, destroyed several farms on the periphery that planted crops, and wanted to destroy all human things.

However, they blocked my way home from the north, so now it was my turn to destroy them.

"Senior brother, it's okay, all the monsters in the water village have come out. This was a signal from Xie Baoqin, who was flying at an altitude of 400 meters and acting as a lookout.

"Senior brother, the east side has been shortlisted. "Liu Xiaoqin.

"Senior brother, the west side has been shortlisted. "Lin XIX.

"Senior brother, the south side has been shortlisted. "Shen Xiaotong.

I don't have to worry about the north, I'm going to kill it anyway.

I stood at the bow of the Flying Boat and drew my flying sword, my fingers brushing lightly over the spine. The flying sword flew out like a swordfish, as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder, like mowing grass, and beheading and cutting off the body.

It was really like mowing the grass, and where my flying sword passed, I saw only skulls flying, blood splattering out, and corpses lying down.

In the virtual space of my sea and sky sword and my art, everything has become a torrent of data. Under my command, there are thirteen Qi cultivators, two hundred and eighty-six warriors who can still fight, one hundred and four wounded soldiers, and twenty ordinary people who have been rescued by accident. My team, advancing all the way to the wall of the water village, killed a lot of monsters, and then was pushed back by the angry monster tide army until it retreated to the current hillside, the position I reserved. Opposite me, there are monsters of all sizes, all kinds of strange things, as many as more than 4,300 monsters. There are giants three or four meters high, rat demons with the size of palms, poisonous toads rushing from under the water, mole crickets rushing from the ground, swords with long hands and feet, corpses standing up again, resentful spirits wrapped in black veils, and fox spirits beating human skin drums.

Fortunately, I have collected (looted) a lot of resources since I went south, especially the seizures obtained from the murder of those days in the swamp, and the storage bags contributed by the orthodox foundation building monks of the eight sects, so that my team can be re-armed, and I can withstand the onslaught of these monsters.

But that's where they go.

I deliberately didn't make a move in front of me, showing weakness, and sure enough, under the lure of fresh corpses, all the monsters who hid the deepest also ran out. And then they all died.

I took control of the flying sword, looked for the powerful monsters, and shaved my head and mowed the grass to push through. My flying sword attack value is as high as 120, and the most defense of these monsters should be a "graveyard demon" that has just crawled out of the ground, it may have 30?

This clay giant has dozens of tombstones on his back, and the coffins of the thirty city lords before and after the water village are hidden in his body, using all their blood to sacrifice, binding all the resentful souls in his body, igniting an inexplicable spiritual fire in one fell swoop, faintly echoing a certain demon god in the void, and embarking on the path of cultivation. In just four days, it had already practiced qi into the body, even breaking through the heavy level, and had almost reached the fourth level of qi cultivation. Because of the difference in the "natural race", its basic data may be more than ten times that of human monks. Coupled with the bonus of the Filthy Aura, and the weirdness of the evil spell, it may be even stronger.

But it only fended off my sword. Then a thunder sword qi thrown out by me found the empty door and stabbed into its body, smashing the coffin of the first generation of the city lord of the water village, and cutting off its "vitality".

The "general" was killed by me, the "captain" was also rounded by me, and even the strong men among the "non-commissioned officers" were singled out and killed by me. Then, without the Qi cultivation cultivators and samurai below to do anything, I slaughtered all the goblins in the vast region alone.

Under the induction of discernment, the slightest hint will appear, even the little demon of the sand crab the size of a bean has landed at a point in my sword heart world.

The sword light is like a feather, flying like snow, and it is a cold winter.

The war came to an abrupt end in an extreme time, with only the bloodshed that covered the horizon.

"Give you an hour, clean up the battlefield, and continue north. I stood at the bow of the boat and shouted.

"No!" The warriors below, after listening to my order, immediately all of them stabbed their swords, half-knelt, paused, and drank orders, and their hearts were convinced.

Even those few juniors who were still alive also bent their waists deeply and expressed their respect for me with the most sincere attitude.

No one dared to disobey my orders anymore, even Lin Nineteen, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, had to bow to me now.