The pouring rain is like a falling bead curtain, blocking people's vision.

On the muddy ground, there was a blinding blood red everywhere.

In the flight and rout, countless people fell under the butcher's knife of the coalition army.

The pungent blood poured into the mouths and noses of the butchers, stimulating the nerves in the brain that connect the nose and mouth.

The soldiers who killed the red eyes were already going crazy.

The displaced people who were killed have also collapsed.

The collapsed homeless people have been retreating.

Until there is no way back.

A river ten meters wide blocked the retreat of the displaced people.

During the rainy season, there is abundant rainfall.

In the river, the rapids are rolling.

The bamboo bridge that used to be across the river is gone.

The bridge has long been demolished.

Riverside.

There are pursuers in front, but there is no way to retreat, and more than 80,000 people are almost desperate.

A circle of more than 4,000 soldiers dispersed.

With a thick-backed broadsword, the Chi Chief walked out of the scattered circle.

The people around him were still flustered.

But the scattered elite soldiers pushed the chaotic homeless people into two parts in a fairly orderly manner.

The Chi Chief walked in the crowd and gradually slowed down.

He kept looking around to the left and right, and at the end of the crowd, stopped.

He straightened his waist and looked out of the crowd at the falling rain curtain.

In the depths of the rain curtain, the sound of approaching horses' hooves sounded.

In the depths of his eyes, he reflected the cavalry running like a black tide in the rain.

Behind the cavalry, there were countless chariots.

Not far from the tank. It's a step forward.

At this time, more than 200,000 coalition soldiers had already killed many people in the rain.

They, too, have pushed more people to a dead end.

They don't realize that they have been driven to a dead end.

It is the end of many of them.

The Chieftain raised the knife above his head, a two-meter-long blade, washed by the rain.

The shadows reflected on the surface of the long knife are like fixed floating objects in the flowing water. Clear and absurd.

"Whew~!"

The Chi Chief opened his mouth and took a long breath.

He gritted his teeth slightly, and shouted loudly in front of him with the strength he had never had before.

"There's no way back!"

"Already, there's no way back!"

The barbarian's voice has never been so shrill as it were.

The voice of the barbarian has never been so desperate.

The chaotic crowd focused their eyes on the direction where the voice sounded.

The skin on the Chieftain's face was tense, and the rain-soaked armor on his body was in the sunlight. It has a dark sheen.

He swung the knife in his hand down and pointed it forward.

Someone once said: put it to death, and then live.

"If you don't retreat, you die!"

Huaxia Soldier Immortal. He fought against the odds.

"To retreat is to die!"

There is a root to ask yourself, not a sage.

Therefore, we can only copy what the sages did.

Chieftain, hoarse.

Several green tendons emerged from his neck. The muscles on the face are twisted.

"People who want to live. ”

Someone who dares to live.

"Just kill me and go back. ”

"I'll take you to fight for the last chance of life!"

"Boom!"

In the thin clouds, a thunderclap sounded.

The thunder roared into the depths of the wasteland. Echoes.

"Do you hear that?"

Yougen raised his head and watched the rain fall on him.

"These voices. ”

Do you hear that?

Arigen hung his head and looked around.

He looked at the thirteen cultivators who were all badly injured, but still gritted their teeth, and looked straight ahead.

"There is an army. ”

Thank you so much.

"Now Fang Cheng. ”

Those who cultivate the Yuan are strong, and their hearing is much higher than that of ordinary people.

They are well aware of everything that is happening on the battlefield.

Some of them doubted, and some of them understood.

Those who doubt, soon know the answer.

Those who have realized are infinitely frightened.

"You guys. ”

Yougen raised his hands and looked down at the golden flame burning in his hand.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and laughed.

His voice was not loud, but his words were clear.

"Are you afraid?"

Afraid?

I'm scared.

The thirteen cultivators who were fighting against Yougen all turned pale on their faces.

They're really scared.

Not only that, because the cultivation of roots is high.

And because after it was completely calculated, Ben was reduced to a pawn, but he was powerless without knowing it.

The Demon Slayer has reached its limit.

The cultivators who formed the formation had also reached their limit.

"Let's go!"

Bai Meng turned his head sideways and glanced at Bai Ming behind him out of the corner of his eye.

The already faint white light on his body suddenly and quickly became blazing.

He turned his head and deliberately raised his voice.

"Everyone, get out!"

After speaking, Bai Meng's body rose several feet high, and then fell towards Yougen at an extremely fast speed like a meteorite flying from the sky.

At this moment, the twelve concentrated gas particles in the Baimeng Dantian collapsed into a sea of qi.

At this moment, he self-destructed Daoji.

"Whew!"

The oncoming heat wave, through the golden Gangyuan, blew the long hair with roots.

Yougen's face condensed slightly, and he quickly put away the smile on his face.

He raised his right hand and spread his palm towards the rushing Baimeng.

"Bang!"

The white light that fell like a meteorite fell on the palm of the root.

Yougen's body moved, and it stopped in mid-air again.

Then, the white light of Dasheng immediately drowned Yougen.

"Uncle!"

Bai Ming had tears in his eyes, and when he was about to lift Gangyuan and rush into the white light, his arm was framed by the two of them.

"Virtuous nephew. ”

"It's important to save your life!"

The two of them, Lord Xu and Lord Wu, sandwiched the grief-stricken Bai Ming in the middle, and drove the Gangyuan in their bodies with all their might.

The twelve cultivators, except for Bai Ming, all drove the Gang Yuan in their bodies with all their might.

Eleven cultivators were the first to flee.

Only Luo Fang rushed to the ground, grabbed Zhou Peng who was lying on the ground, and was the last to leave.

When Luo Fang ran into the coalition camp, he was drowned in a white light and quickly disappeared.

At this time, there was a little embarrassment, and there were several dark smoke marks on the surface of the brute tiger's armor that had been broken in many places.

He shook his head and glared ahead.

In the coalition camp, there are no cultivators from the counties.

Even Chen Zhe, who was fighting with Yu Ruo, disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Yougen was unwilling to drive a large number of Gangyuan to gather in his eyes.

With the blessing of vitality, Yougen saw Luo Fang who was resisting Zhou Peng.

Luo Fang is already a hundred miles away.

It seemed that Luo Fang also felt Yougen's gaze, and his speed suddenly increased sharply.

Looking at Luo Fang, who was fleeing in a hurry, Yougen pursed his lips slightly.

He snorted coldly and slowly fell to the ground.

At this time, the coalition army of more than 200,000 had been killed and crushed.

Some of the routs fled to the blood-covered camp.

Slaughter and being slaughtered.

The transition between the two is only in an instant.

Yougen didn't look at the soldiers who fled into the camp and threw away their armor.

He folded his hands behind his back and stared at the still smoky Allied camp from the edge of the crater.

He frowned, and suddenly panicked.

He hurriedly gathered Gangyuan in his throat and yelled loudly: "Don't, it's all burned out!!"

"You bandits, stop Lao Tzu!!" (To be continued......

PS: Hmm.

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There are some typos in the previous chapter.

I'll change it right away.