Chapter 1001 Fierce Battle

"Xiaoqing, Feng Peiyan has led the Yanzi camp to kill people in the past few years, and he has also lost his lover, I see that he is physically and mentally exhausted, there is no unexpected stimulation, it is difficult to cheer up in the short term, or let him raise him with peace of mind, wait for Lao Feng to come back, let's talk about it, we, hehe, after all, are all outsiders,......。 ”

Waiting for Feng Peiyan to say goodbye and leave, Duanmu Jing sighed faintly.

Of course, he understood the value of such a famous general as Feng Peiyan to Feng Ming Sect, but he also knew the side effects of the Yanzi Camp.

In fact, Feng Peiyan himself has never been to a military academy, and it may not be appropriate to write an introductory tutorial of bullshit, and an entry-level tutorial, where to use a general of his level, even Duanmu Jing himself, is far more suitable than Feng Peiyan.

Duanmu Jing is a top student at the Military Academy.

Duanmu Jing's real idea was to look at Feng Peiyan's mentality.

With the tutorial, there will naturally be a series of invitations such as demonstrations, lectures, training, etc., and slowly, there will be a qiē. Now there is not even a tutorial, and the actions behind it can't be talked about, at least for the time being.

"Brother Duanmu, who do you think we should send to the Wuchao Warehouse? If he is willing, I think I can let Murong Qi lead the team,......。 ”

His own aunt, well, one of them, has also become an outsider like Duanmujing, Wang Ruqing is very awkward in her heart, but she has to admit that this is the truth.

She didn't have time to think about it, though, she had something to attend to.

Besides, isn't there still Feng Rushan.

Feng Rushan, the third uncle, will no longer be an outsider.

With Feng Peiyan's expected personal guarantee, the backyard is worry-free, and the pressure on the Giant Horn Brigade has been greatly reduced, so it is natural to withdraw some more manpower to go to the Wuchao warehouse, according to Murong Xuefei's words, to see the real battlefield, as for the specific candidates, at least the key candidates, it must be determined by her, the big boss.

"Murong Qi, he can't wait for it, but in this way, our expansion in New Leaf City will be a little slower,......。 ”

Shi Junzhang and Murong Qi, in Fengming Sect, are not only responsible for leading the Giant Horn Brigade to fight against the Hundred Killing Hall head-on, they also have many other tasks, but Duanmu Jing is not particularly worried.

The outstanding people in the Giant Horn Brigade, such as Feng Bozhao's martial arts team, have gone to the Wuchao warehouse under the leadership of Shi Junzhang, this time to increase the number of people, Wang Ruqing very much hopes that the Giant Horn Brigade will play the level and prestige of Feng Mingzong, but he is afraid that the loss will be too great, this candidate to lead the team is undoubtedly the most critical.

The Wuchao warehouse is indeed worth seeing.

......

"Hold it off for me!"

"The demons are really difficult!"

Looking at another wave of white ice picks shooting like sharp arrows, the Bull King frowned slightly, shouted, and a shield in front of him flew out, facing a particularly huge ice pick.

With the shouts of the bull king, 20 almost identical shields flew out, forming a patchwork shield wall in front of them.

Almost at the same time, a comet-like light suddenly appeared behind the Bull King, and the light swept through, shattering more than half of the ice picks.

Although the power of these ice picks is not large, they have also reached the foundation level of the foundation building level, and the key is that there are too many ice picks, which are quite difficult for ordinary foundation building monks to resist.

However, the Bull King General frowned not because he was worried that he would not be able to cope with the power of the icicle, with his current strength, it was not difficult to deal with an icicle of this level, even without the help of the shield and the formation behind him, he could resist it with his own strength, after all, although there were many icicles, it was not aimed at him alone, or even at him at all.

The target of the icicle is the turret behind him.

What the Bull King is really worried about is such a huge number of icicles, and the attack distance is so extraordinary, obviously, the battle department of the demon clan on the opposite side has added a Jindan monk who is proficient in ice spells, and it is likely that there is more than one. This means that the No. 1 battery where he is has become the target of the demons' key attacks today, whether he can hold it or not, to be honest, the bull king will have no bottom in his heart.

Although with the assistance of the formation behind him, this wave of ice pick rain threat to the Zhuji Monk that could almost be called a lore has been greatly reduced, but it is still not so easy to deal with. Especially as a figure standing in the center of the team, the bull king general was obviously taken care of: at the same time, more than twenty ice picks actually shot at the bull king general, obviously trying to solve the bull king general in one blow. Even after being stopped by the comet's light, there were still nearly ten ice picks shooting towards the bull king.

However, this kind of Cheng Dù's offensive is no longer an unmanageable killing situation for the Bull King General, who has been fighting with the demon clan for nearly two months. He waved his hands sharply, and the Dark Iron Pure Gold Rod danced into a cloud of black light, crackling and crackling, and the Dark Iron Pure Gold Rod stopped most of the icicles. Only two icicles shot on his left chest, but this single icicle that only reached the basic level of the foundation building level did not pose much threat to the Bull King General, he felt his arms tingle, a burst of blood and qi surged, and only took two steps back, and easily dissipated the impact of the icicle.

"Lao Zhang, you go back first! Brothers, it's good!"

The huge ice pick hit the shield, and the Bull King felt that the mana was not running smoothly, and tried his best to adjust the operation of the mana, while looking at the other monks.

The other 20 battle cultivators obviously don't have such good luck as the Bull King, or rather, such a powerful ability to take beatings, although they all have their own means of defense, under the rain-like impact of icicles, they are not Cheng Dù affected by the impact of icicles, 7 of them have a mana backshock, and they have been slightly injured, fortunately, they are not a big problem, and those who need to return to the formation to recuperate, just Lao Zhang.

"Big Niu, I'm fine!"

Lao Zhang's thigh was pierced by an ice pick, and his shield was also shattered, he spit out a mouthful of blood, swallowed a pill, slapped the storage bag, and sacrificed another shield, insisting on refusing to go back.

"It's okay, fart, go back immediately, hurry up and refine the medicinal power, come back early, the demon clan is not good today, it must be a bitter battle." The brethren checked the shield and took care to conserve mana. ”

"Uncle Lin really deserves to be a formation master!"

Seeing the rain-like ice picks hitting the huge defensive light shield of the fort behind him, the light shield only dimmed slightly, and it didn't take long for it to recover as before, the bull king exhaled, looked at the two thin cracks on his shield, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

He and 20 monks who are good at defense are outside the formation, and the reason why they would rather be exposed to the attack of the demon war department and sacrifice their shields to intercept the ice picks is not to greatly reduce the number of ice picks, but to focus on protecting the nodes of the formation.

The demons have been launching different attacks on Fort 1 almost every day for the past two months, and the nodes of the fort's defensive formation have long had no secrets to speak of.

"Master, do you want to attack?"

Feng Bo summoned the ice pick while the formation was shining brightly, and the demon war department below that had greatly reduced the pressure approached nearly 20 zhang, and he couldn't help but be a little eager to try.

"Wait a minute!"

Shi Junzhang shook his head gently.

"Freedom Attack! Kill!"

With the order of a Jindan battle cultivator, the eighty battle cultivators in the trench stood up together, and at the same time sacrificed flying swords, forming large and small sword formations, shooting towards the slowly approaching demon war department.

"Kill!"

With a wave of his left hand, nearly 200 demon cultivators who were originally scattered quickly formed a slightly loose formation, and various colors of light lit up in their hands, accompanied by a roar, and the demon cultivators waved out the light in their hands without hesitation.

Suddenly, in the sky, dazzling light clusters of different colors lit up from time to time, and the sound of explosions and terrible screams was endless.

The light of various explosions was like colorful fireworks in full bloom, and from time to time people were blown to pieces, and more people and demons were injured and fell to the ground.

"Master, let's rush it, it's almost. ”

Although there is the advantage of the trenches, but the two sides are basically standing still attack, it is completely the hard power of fighting, there is no trick, the demon clan on the opposite side has a numerical advantage, and seven or eight human monks were injured in a short time, Feng Bozhao looked at it in his eyes, and the battle intent in his chest boiled.

"No! It's not enough. Bo Zhao, you are all good seedlings of Fengming Sect, don't make senseless sacrifices, although Sima Wenda is young, listen to him right, calm down. ”

Looking at Feng Bozhao, who was eager to try, Shi Junzhang shook his head lightly at him.

The demons continued to focus on Fort 1, and Sima Wenda finally transferred Shi Junzhang and Feng Bozhao's martial arts team to Fort 1, but Sima Wenda ordered them to hide in the trenches at the forefront and stand by.

To be honest, Shi Junzhang didn't understand what Sima Wenda was going to do at all, but he habitually chose to carry out the order.

"What the hell is Sima Ghost going to do!"

Sima Wenda is of course unknown in Qishan Realm, but in Fengjiabao, it is the brain of nine squads, the famous "Sima Ghost", the battle is full of tricks, strange and positive, often there are unexpected moves, the first team of Feng Bozhao back then, has fought with Sima Wenda's fourth team countless times, and he has learned Sima Wenda's tricks many times.

The point is that the demons below obviously have no plans to fight quickly, but they are just taking advantage of the opportunity to resist the demons in the air slowly approaching, and now the distance is still far away, and the martial arts team is sharp in close combat, but if they want to rush through the open belt in the middle, they will definitely have to pay a lot of price.

However, since Sima Wenda transferred them over, he just watched from the side, Feng Bozhao was a little unaccustomed to it.

However, just like at the critical moment, Sima Wenda believed most in the Fengjiabao combat team that he was familiar with, Feng Bozhao, and also believed that Sima Wenda transferred them from Fort 5. It's not going to be for them to watch the play.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Fort 1, the Demon Clan has finally launched the third wave of attacks today, if I am not mistaken, the opposite side should still be the Witch Shark War Department, the Witch Shark War Department is full of 500 demon cultivators, judging from the intensity of the ice pick rain just now, the Witch Shark War Department has added at least two Heavenly Demons who refine water spells, it seems that the No. 1 Battery is facing an extremely difficult battle today,......。 ”

Within the formation of the fort, a seductive and sexy female anchor shouted incessantly at a huge mirage machine.