The two armies were approaching, and the soldiers on both sides could only look at each other from a distance, and the battle in the air had begun.

Pan Jufu did not intend to use cavalry, he believed that riding horses was an extremely professional skill, and only those soldiers who had been trained for a long time and lived on horseback for several years were qualified to fight as cavalry, in order to maintain composure and direction in the chaotic battlefield, otherwise, the horses only provided them with a faster way to escape.

The Demon Clan also rarely had cavalry, so Pan Jufu could safely and boldly use all-infantry tactics, the first row was his trusted veterans, the last row was also, and the middle rows were the defenders of the cities who had barely participated in the war.

The infantry also has the advantage of being able to form a whole with the Heavenly Daoist and the Fu Gong Master behind them, so that they will not be isolated because they run too fast.

Pan Jufu is a seasoned veteran, and he has assigned clear and specific tasks to everyone, so that they can believe that they are the most important force in this battle.

Xin Youtao stood on a wide chariot drawn by eight horses, with sergeants on the left and right, one driving and one escorting, following the army. He looked at the Xuanfu army column in front of him, and concentrated on beating the leather drum in front of him, the drum body was carved with complex talisman graphics, and there were also a few paper talismans with short-lived effects, so the drum sound was deep and far, and it could be transmitted to a hundred miles away, competing with the horn of the demon army opposite.

Xin Youtao's position is extremely important, his drum sound can boost the morale of his own army, can suppress the spirit of the opposing soldiers, and he also controls the pace of the Xuanfu army. For him, this is especially a battle that cannot be lost, as the prince of Xijie and the Taoist priest of Pangshan, he can get the most benefit from the victory, and naturally he will have to pay the greatest price.

The worst outcome, he thought, would be death.

Liu Ding, the master of the talisman, retrieved his single-layer round crown and rode in another chariot, alongside His Royal Highness the Prince. Not far away, he had already sacrificed several paper talismans, thanks to Chen Zhiwei, that old turtle, he had hundreds of high-grade paper talismans in his hand, far beyond the standard that Broken Flow City should have, and also surpassed the strength of the inhaling Taoist.

These paper talismans are the most important weapons to defeat the demon soldiers, even the two generals Pan and Mu think so, Liu Ding's heart is full of pride, his eyes look over his own army, and look at the opposite side from afar. With the help of a paper talisman, he was able to temporarily gain strong eyesight and manifest the demon soldier's magic in advance.

A strange wind blew from the ranks of the demon soldiers, Liu Ding immediately sacrificed a six-armor shield talisman, and a warm wind swept past the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army, bringing them some comfort.

The two gusts of wind met in the middle of the battlefield, and with a loud bang, dozens of horizontal shields appeared on a line that was more than ten miles long, blocking the chaotic arrows that were shot like a storm.

The earth shook. Before the soldiers made contact, the two sides engaged in long-range combat in this way, with the main forces being the Sorcerers and Talismans.

Liu Ding had no fear, he was defeated in the evaluation of Fu Gong Master. This time he wants to prove his strength on the battlefield.

The worst outcome, he thought, would be that he would be killed before the paper talisman in his hand was used up.

More than six hundred soldiers of the Xuanfu Army marched steadily, and the loud noise in front had nothing to do with them. General Pan made it very clear that their duty was to fight ordinary demon soldiers in close combat and eliminate them. Then go straight to the sorcerer, and the battle is considered a victory.

It is said that the demon soldiers are not as strong as imagined, they come from different tribes, they usually don't know each other, they only gather together during the battle, they don't know how to cooperate, they fight alone with brute force, and at most they can form the cooperation of six or seven demons, so as long as the footsteps of the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army are stable enough and they fight tacitly, they can completely defeat twice as many enemies as themselves.

In fact, the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army had no way to retreat, and the Dongjie Kingdom on the other side of the Jiehe River was strengthening its defense, only allowing the people to cross the bridge, and all the soldiers had to change their armor and throw away their weapons, and then they were refugees who had nothing, could not find their relatives, and could not get the trust of the Dongjie Kingdom.

The worst outcome, they thought, would be to die under a blow of sorcery before they could kill a demon soldier.

The thirty-six disciples of the Zhiyong Institute wore the last armor in Broken Flow City, and their duty was to protect Mu Xingqiu and ensure that he could safely challenge the most powerful warrior of the demon soldiers, the Zhenshan Ox, although they were more than twenty miles apart, they could already roughly see the appearance of the giant bull, and saw that it was moving slowly like a small mountain bag, and a demon was sitting on its back.

Defeat this Earthquake Mountain Ox and the demon general on its back, even if half of the battle is won, this is the most important task, the disciples of the Zhiyong Institute feel that they have a heavy responsibility on their shoulders, Mu Xingqiu chose them instead of more experienced veterans as personal soldiers, no one wants to live up to such trust, the talisman spear is light and hard, but they feel heavy in their hands.

They thought that the worst outcome would be to die here and follow in the footsteps of nearly four hundred Old Ancestor Peak Daoists.

The nine Taoist priests flying in the air were lined up in two columns, four in the front and five in the back, and they had to overcome the desire to fight, keeping an appropriate distance from the team behind them, and being able to defend at any time to resist the attack from the sky.

In this death-filled team, they were the first to prepare. Pang Shan - Every Taoist priest has these two words ringing in his heart, sometimes the burden is not chosen, it falls, and the Taoist priests have to catch it.

What will happen to them, they wonder, in the first seven days after death, when there is still a shred of sanity.

The group of flying demons on the opposite side flew over, and there was no trace of silver feathers in it for the time being, and Yang Qingyin, Xiao Qingtao, and two other Taoist priests in the first row met up.

The first round of battles is between the Sorcerer and the Rune Master, and the second round of battle will take place above the heads of the soldiers.

Mu Xingqiu didn't think about anything, he was feeling.

The Nian Xin Technique is directed at the hearts of the people, Mu Xingqiu can clearly feel the changes in the emotions on the battlefield, but he can't do anything, these emotions are too complicated, he doesn't know which one is more beneficial to the battle: bravery is always good, but it will make individual soldiers take too big steps, thus disrupting the front; fear seems to be harmful, but everyone has a little bit in their hearts, and it is this fear that makes hundreds of soldiers form a strong whole.

When they are entangled in a mess and may lead to thousands of results, even if the first generation of Nian Xin is resurrected, it is probably impossible to make an accurate judgment.

Mu Xingqiu's task today was to kill the Earthquake Mountain Cow on the opposite side and the commander on the back of the cow.

The bull demon's eyes were full of hatred for the Taoist priest, and it was likely that some of his relatives died at the hands of the Taoist priest.

After hundreds of thousands of years of war, new hatreds and old hatreds have been piled up on top of each other. Mu Xingqiu thought, there is no demon who does not harbor hatred in his heart.

The Demon Master and the Rune Master each made five moves, all of which met in the middle of the battlefield, regardless of whether they were up or down, and then both sides stopped, leaving a field of ashes and giving up the battlefield to the warriors in the sky.

The flying demon is closer to a beast than a demon, but it has human-like arms to hold weapons, a head that looks like a bird, and a brain that is just as simple. As soon as he received the order to attack, he immediately flew forward regardless of the situation, opened his beak and let out a piercing chirp, threw his javelin from a high altitude while still far away, and then changed into a short sword and dived diagonally downward.

The four Taoist priests in charge of the attack sped up, avoided those javelins, and came out with a few five-element spells to lure the flying demon closer, and the five Taoist priests behind Shen Hao began to make moves. Each person holds two ritual weapons in their hands.

The sudden ringing of the copper bell made the flying demon feel confused, and he even threw away his sword and shield to cover his ears and screamed, the light of the bronze mirror swept everywhere, looking for hidden flying demons and witchcraft, and shields flew out of the copper seal. Blocked the most dangerous attacks...... Each Taoist priest was using his best spells to protect the Taoist priests in front of them, and they had only practiced a few times beforehand, but they were not chaotic at all.

Each artifact has a small paper talisman attached to it, an inconspicuous spell by the talisman master. Now it plays a heavy role, it can make the spells of the Taoist priests reveal their true form, and even mortal eyes can see the traces of gorgeous spells.

It didn't work much for the Taoists. This was a huge source of confidence for the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army who were steadily advancing on the ground, and although General Pan had ordered them not to look up, everyone still glanced at the sky from time to time, and saw that the flying demons were shot down one by one, and their fighting spirit surged, and their steps became more determined.

Mu Xingqiu felt this change, in fact, his own fighting spirit was also rising, and he even wanted to deliberately suppress it. The little unicorn sitting down had long wanted to gallop, Mu Xingqiu had to gently stroke its neck to calm it down, and the adult unicorns on both sides also forbade their children to make reckless moves, they came to the battlefield, the biggest purpose was not to help humans win, but to protect the only offspring.

Yang Qingyin finally realized her dream of killing, she is a disciple of the Honglu Sect, but the five elements spells she has learned are more powerful than the little green peach of the Five Elements Sect, and her fire spells are also the most gorgeous, fireballs, fire knives, and fire lines emerge in an endless stream, almost obscuring half of the sky.

Xiao Qingtao's cultivation realm is relatively low, she once again proved that she is much braver than ordinary people in battle, and she is not as good as Yang Qingyin in terms of spells, so she flies closer, and only chooses the spell of ice thorns, although it is not so eye-catching, but the move is sure to hit.

Xin Youtao's drums gradually accelerated, and the sound of the trumpets on the opposite side became more and more intense, and the armies on both sides increased their degrees.

A total of ** ten flying demons, more than half of them were killed and wounded under the attack of nine Taoist priests, and their bodies fell to the ground, and every passing Xuanfu Army soldier had to step on it fiercely.

This is when Silver Feather appeared.

It turned out that he had been in the air all along, but he had hidden his form, until the light of a bronze mirror shone and he himself felt that it was time to make a move, and then his original form was finally revealed.

It was a snow-white man, even his head was white, braided into dozens of small braids hanging down the back of his head, his upper body **, and his lower body were wearing white leather pants, which was completely different from ordinary flying demons, he did not grow human arms under his wings, but gave birth to two wings that were more than a foot long behind the human body.

He didn't spread his wings and fly, he just stood straight in mid-air, his wings spread like a white wall.

Everyone may have different opinions on whether he is a beautiful man or not, but everyone admits in their hearts that this is an image that only exists in a dream, and people can't help but stare at him and breathe slowly.

Yang Qingyin didn't care, and casually sent out a ball of fire and attacked the silver feather several miles away.

Silver Feather didn't dodge, her right wing snapped back in front of her—the fireball exploded and vanished, not even a single feather burned.

Mu Xingqiu only glanced at the sky, his battle was about to start, and at the same time that Silver Feather appeared, the Shaking Mountain Ox broke away from the team and rushed in, and the target was him.

The little unicorn jumped high from the ground with four hooves, and jumped out violently the moment it landed, faster than lightning, and only a Taoist priest like Mu Xingqiu could still sit on it.

The two adult qilins tightly guarded the left and right, and the thirty-six disciples of the Zhiyong Institute all ran, but they were still far behind.

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