Five hundred miles outside the Demon City, there is a small demon tribe of only a thousand people. The fighting power of the entire tribe www.biquge.info only more than 300 people.

A small force of 1,000 men, with a hidden breath, cautiously approached the edge of the tribe. But before he reached the tribe's kilometer point, he was discovered by the demon's secret sentinel.

A hurried warning sounded, and the entire demon tribe immediately moved.

More than 300 demon warriors, and more than 200 demon warriors, gathered at the gate of the tribe, waiting for the enemy to arrive.

Soon, thousands of figures appeared in front of them. These people were wearing white robes, and they could be recognized at a glance, these people were the legendary demons, the disciples of the Wuji Sect.

The two sides confronted each other in front of the tribe, and the demon leader was a monk in the early stages of spiritual transformation. On the Wuji Sect's side, it was also led by a disciple of the Spirit Transformation Period.

As for the others, the Wuji Sect not only had a numerical advantage, but even in terms of cultivation, it was also a cut higher. The Demon Tribe, except for the three hundred battleable forces that have reached the Spirit Gathering Stage, the other more than 200 participants in the battle only have the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Period.

"Damn the Terrans, you dare to set foot on my Pig-sama's territory, and I will leave you dead without a corpse. "The demon commander was not timid because the other party was outnumbered, but his eyes showed excitement.

Most of the demons are natural warriors, especially the higher the cultivation, the stronger the fighting spirit.

"Now give you a chance, surrender now, or your tribe will be flattened. The leading spiritual transformation stage disciple said coldly.

But the cold snort that answered him was indeed disdainful, and dozens of black-scaled arrows.

"Defense, defense. The Spiritual Transformation Stage disciple shouted anxiously. He had seen the power of the black scale arrow, and it was difficult for even a late-stage disciple of the Gathering Spirit to defend against it.

Powerful penetrating power, it can easily penetrate the defensive shield formed by the Gathering Monks.

~Puff~Puff~Puff, the sound of several arrows into the flesh came into my ears one after another.

Dozens of black-scaled arrows injured more than a dozen disciples of the Wuji Sect. Although they did not die on the spot, they were seriously injured.

"Damn. The disciple of the Spirit Transformation Period said fiercely, "Let's go together." "The first contact, it was taken by the demon army, which undoubtedly hit the morale of the disciples of the Ji League.

Haotian, who was watching this from a distance, shook his head slightly. And the leaders of the Ji League who were standing on the side were also red and embarrassed.

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All kinds of flying swords and spells attacked the demon army on the opposite side. The demon army did not give in and began to attack.

A wave of ranged attacks came down, and the others began to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Although there are many disciples of Ji Meng, and many of them are good at participating in the battle intent to exterminate the demon army, the fighting style is still chaotic, and they fight separately, and they don't know how to help each other.

On the other hand, the demon army, although they have fewer people, they are a cut above the disciples of Ji Meng in terms of combat power and ruthlessness, and more importantly, they know how to cooperate with each other and advance and retreat in a certain way.

One thousand disciples of the Ji League fought against the five hundred demon army, and at the beginning, the disciples of the Ji League relied on the advantage of being outnumbered to suppress the demon army.

The demon army surrounded more than 200 condensation stage demons in the middle to protect them, but these people were armed with javelins and bows and arrows, and launched an attack on the surrounding Ji Meng disciples.

The javelin and bow and arrow are made of black scale wood, so they don't need much aura to attack, and the lethality is no worse than that of the Gathering Monk. Therefore, the demon army of these two hundred condensation periods is no less than the two hundred spirit gathering stage monks.

As the battle continued, the formation of the disciples of the Ji League was chaotic, and they gradually lost their numerical advantage, and the two sides gradually entered a state of equilibrium.

But there are always times when the balance is broken. In just a quarter of an hour or so, because of the comfort of Ji Meng's disciples, this balance was broken by the demon army.

In this way, thousands of disciples of the Ji League were pressed and beaten by a mere five hundred demon army. What's even more ridiculous is that among the five hundred demon army, there are also two hundred demon people in the condensation period.

Ling Yunfei and the others not far away could only sigh helplessly.

Especially when Haotian saw it, Ling Yunfei and the others lowered their heads in shame.

In the past year, although Ji Meng has developed wildly, his disciples have not withered, although their cultivation is good, but they lack cooperation with each other.

Creating a strange phenomenon that may be great if you go it alone, but when you have a team, it will be full of situations, just like the one now.

For the team, it is Ji Meng's biggest weakness.

"Yunfei, you guys can do it at any time. Haotian said lightly, "Remember, you can only shoot at the most critical time." Otherwise, there would be no need for training. ”

"The subordinates obeyed. Ling Yunfei and the others said respectfully.

Maybe it's because of the difference in strength, maybe it's because of the relationship with the strength of the soul. The momentum on Haotian's body became stronger and stronger, making Ling Yunfei and Yu Wenhao and others dare not breathe.

Haotian looked at the battlefield, sighed slightly, and returned to the temporary station of Ji Meng.

An hour later, the disciples of Ji Meng returned to the station one after another. Everyone was beaten by frosty eggplants, defeated roosters, and almost everyone had minor or serious injuries on their bodies.

It was not until late at night that all the disciples returned to the station.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, the high-level of Ji Meng sat there. Everyone had a look of shame on their faces, and they lowered their heads, not daring to look at the teenager above the first place.

The whole big tent can be heard.

"Yunfei, report on today's situation. After a long time, Haotian's voice sounded in the big tent.

Ling Yunfei was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted and immediately got up: "In today's battle, more than 3,000 disciples of my Ji Alliance were injured, of which more than 500 were seriously injured. Kill more than 6,000 demons and harvest ......"

About a stick of incense, Ling Yunfei told him about today's gains.

Because there are masters in the alliance secretly guarding, the five thousand disciples were only injured, and there were no deaths, which can be regarded as the best news today.

When Ling Yunfei finished speaking, the big tent fell silent again.

"Today's battle, whether it is a gain or a loss, I don't need to say. Haotian said lightly.

But this flat voice made people hear a trace of anger. The people in the big tent couldn't help but bow their heads and be extremely ashamed. No one spoke.

"It seems that you also know what shame is. Haotian sighed, "Since I know shame, I won't say much about the rest." I don't need to say much about how to do it, you can do it yourself. ”

After speaking, Haotian waved his hand to let everyone retreat.

After everyone withdrew from the big tent, they couldn't help but take a deep breath, the oppressive atmosphere in the tent just now made them feel a little difficult to breathe.

Ling Yunfei and the others glanced at each other, and at the same time walked into Ling Yunfei's tent and began to discuss the next day's coping strategy.

After a night's rest, most of Ji Meng's disciples recovered from their injuries. Only those who were seriously injured have not recovered for the time being.

"Let's take our own people to experience according to what we discussed yesterday. Ten days later, we'll do it again. Ling Yunfei nodded at everyone.

Soon, except for the hundred disciples who stayed behind to guard, the other disciples of Ji Meng, under the leadership of their respective hall masters, left the camp one after another. For all this, Haotian didn't ask much. If he wants to interfere in everything, then the meaning of his establishment of Ji Meng does not exist. He wants a team that knows how to think for themselves.