A group of demon soldiers holding spears rushed over without fear of death. Wan Yulong shouted and waved his hands, and the strong spiritual power of the middle Nascent Soul surged towards the demon soldiers.
"Stab!" Hundreds of demon soldiers shouted in unison. With one move of the spear in their hands, hundreds of demon powers condensed into a huge force above their heads, colliding with the spiritual power shot by Wan Yulong.
Peng! Like a dull and loud noise from the collapse of a mountain peak, Wan Yulong shook for a moment, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Almost all the spears in the hands of the hundreds of soldiers were broken, and blood spurted wildly. However, they retreated quickly and neatly, and another The demon soldiers charged forward with a diagonal thrust to cover.
Wan Yulong and the other five people all looked extremely ugly. At first, they were killing with great enthusiasm, chopping melons and vegetables as smoothly as they could, but as time went by, they became more and more tired. These demon soldiers advance and retreat in an orderly manner, with strict rules and regulations. Dozens of teams of demon soldiers attack in turns in a very regular manner. They always attack with all their strength and then quickly retreat, allowing other teams to take over. We must know that the power of a combined attack from hundreds of demon soldiers is no less powerful than that of one Nascent Soul. Wan Yulong and others' spiritual power was being consumed unknowingly.
"Damn it, if this continues we will be consumed sooner or later!" A cultivator shouted anxiously.
"If I had known better, I would have gone south with them!"
"Grandma, where did so many demon soldiers come from? There are at least tens of thousands of them!"
Wan Yulong's face was livid. Although he felt a little regretful, he really couldn't afford to lose face by asking him to turn his head south to meet Chu Jun and others. Moreover, he was surrounded by tens of thousands of demon soldiers, and everything was dark at first glance. Chu Jun and others rushed to nowhere.
"Stop fucking talking nonsense. If you want to survive, just charge as hard as you can!" Wan Yulong shouted with red eyes, and he did not hesitate to use his spiritual energy to squeeze the magic formula: "Extremely freezing!"
In an instant, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and fine snowflakes actually floated within a hundred meters!
"Retreat!" The expression of Dai Tuo, the demon general who was commanding from afar, changed slightly, and he hurriedly issued a retreat order, and the groups of demon soldiers quickly retreated back.
Wan Yulong laughed ferociously: "If you want to escape, seal it!"
Zheng! A layer of frost suddenly formed within a radius of 100 meters, and the four squads of demon soldiers who had not had time to completely retreat were immediately frozen by the ice. The other five cultivators were shocked when they saw this. They shot continuously with both palms at the same time. Five tyrannical spiritual powers swept past. Nearly 400 people in the four demon soldiers were shattered like glass, and their flesh and blood were scattered everywhere with ice cubes. Oh, that scene was extremely shocking.
"Haha, rush out!" Wan Yulong laughed proudly, flicked his long sleeves, and rushed forward first. The other five people were also confident and charged forward unstoppably.
Seeing that four hundred elites were killed like this, Dai Tuo couldn't help but get angry and shouted: "Chong, kill them at all costs!"
Teams of demon soldiers charged forward crazily again!
Although powerful spells are extremely lethal in a battle between two armies, they consume a lot of spiritual energy. No matter how strong your personal strength is, how many great spells can you unleash? You can kill four hundred people, but can you kill four thousand people? Forty thousand people? Four hundred thousand people
Bang! Wan Yulong once again had a head-on collision with a group of demon soldiers. He felt a sweet sensation in his throat and blood spurted out wildly. He was helped by a companion next to him to stabilize his body. He had just used a move [Extremely Frightening] Frozen], although he killed four hundred demon soldiers in one fell swoop, it was at the cost of draining half of his spiritual power. Now he finally tasted the consequences.
Seeing the continuous stream of demon soldiers rushing towards him, Wan Yulong finally felt a hint of fear of death in his heart.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Four teams of demon soldiers came from four directions, with swords and guns raised. Four terrifying demon forces slashed at Wan Yulong and others, and the five of them were forced to resist with all their strength.
boom!
The four loud noises merged into one, shaking the heaven and the earth. The five Nascent Soul masters all spurted blood. The four groups of demon soldiers were also shaken and staggered. The demon soldiers in front of the team were exploded into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
"Turn around and break out to the south to meet them!" Wan Yulong gritted his teeth and charged towards the south.
Dai Tuo, who had been commanding from a high place, saw Wan Yulong and others turning around and running away, and couldn't help but sneered: "Can you escape!"
Hundreds of teams of demon soldiers moved over like arms and fingers, setting up layers of blockades in the south, waiting for Wan Yulong and others to break in.
"Ah!" With a scream, a Nascent Soul finally gave out its strength and was torn to pieces by the spears of a group of demon soldiers who rushed past. The Nascent Soul was killed by a demon captain as soon as it rushed out of the body.
Wan Yulong and others could not help but be frightened to death. In desperation, they cast their spells one after another, killing nearly a thousand demon soldiers in an instant. The pressure around them was greatly reduced. The five people took the opportunity to pull up to a high altitude and escape, and they were able to escape successfully. surrounded.
But before Wan Yulong could rejoice, he heard a cold shout: "Throw!"
A dangerous aura came from below, followed by the scream of thousands of arrows piercing the sky. The five people looked down, and a strange cold shot up from the soles of their feet to the back of their heads.
I saw tens of thousands of spears shooting up from below, and the fierce cold light on the spear tips formed a dragnet. The scene made people's hands and feet feel cold.
Wan Yulong and the other five had ashen faces, and they used magic shields to resist. At the same time, their whole body spiritual power was outputted wildly, and a layer of protective Gangqi enchantment was formed outside the body. Saving their lives was so important, who could care about saving their spiritual power.
But... How can it be so easy to block tens of thousands of spears projected with full force...
Dong Dong…
The defensive shields of the five people were broken one after another, and then the protective barrier shook violently, and the light became increasingly dim. Finally, one person lost his spiritual power, and the protective Qi barrier shattered, and he was suddenly turned into a hedgehog, and he even screamed. Too late to send.
After the rain of spears, there were only four people left in the sky. One of them was a corpse carried by Wan Yulong as a shield. More than thirty spears were inserted into the corpse, and it was no longer human. Wan Yulong threw the body away without mercy and ran away quickly. The remaining two cultivators hurriedly chased after him.
"Don't even think about running away!" A loud shout came.
The two-leaf demon general Dai Tuo rushed towards him with a majestic momentum, and raised his palm to slap the cultivator who was running the slowest. The cultivator had no choice but to raise his palm to meet him.
Bang! The cultivator screamed and hit the ground. He was stabbed to death by the demon soldiers below before he even hit the ground.
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"Follow me and charge!" Chu Jun was holding a spear that he had snatched from the demon soldier. He used the spear to replace the sword and slashed horizontally. His overbearing sword intent slashed horizontally and vertically, making him invincible, like a god of death.
At first, Chu Jun and others also suffered a big loss. Later, they gradually saw the demon soldiers' wheel tactics, and immediately adjusted their tactics. Instead of fighting individually, they formed a formation and rushed forward.
Chu Jun and Du Wu are in the front as the sharp blades, Zhao Yu and Ye Zhong are the left blades, Chu Feng and Bao Dayin are the right blades, two one-armed heroes Miao Kai and Wei An are following closely behind, Luo Heng and Zhen Yan are At the end of the battle.
The power of the formation of ten Nascent Souls can be imagined. Chu Jun specifically asked everyone not to use techniques that waste spiritual energy without authorization, but to charge forward without stopping.
Although the cooperation of ten people cannot be as tacit as the demon soldiers, the victory is due to their tyrannical cultivation and fast flying speed. It is impossible for the demon soldiers to implement effective wheel tactics against them, and a hundred-man team alone cannot stop them. pace.
Chu Jun and Du Wu rushed into a group of demon soldiers, with two spears flying like dragons out of water, mercilessly reaping lives. Zhao Yu and others behind them were also merciless, and blood spattered wherever they passed. Ten Nascent Souls swept through this group of demon soldiers. Less than thirty of the one hundred demon soldiers could survive. Chu Jun and others did not stop at all and continued to charge forward.
The demon general Henglei who was directing the battle looked livid and roared crazily: "Stop them! Stop them!"
It's just that the speed of Chu Jun and others was too fast, and most of the demon soldiers could only chase them behind, unable to form an encirclement at all.
Chizai is a three-leaf demon captain. He holds the spear in his hand tightly, the demon power in his body is running wildly, his eyes are eagle-eyed at the ten cultivators rushing in front, and he shouts coldly: "You Warriors of the hunting army, the time has come to defend your honor. Stand up your chest, raise your spear, use the blood of the enemy to sacrifice the land under your feet, and use the corpse of the enemy to nourish all things. Wherever there is murderous intent, There are warriors from the safari army, kill them!”
"Kill!" A hundred elite demon soldiers behind Chizai shouted in unison, with murderous intent rising into the sky, and they waved their spears and let out cold whistles.
The speed reached the limit in just ten breaths, and the spear was pointed directly at Chu Jun's ten-man team!
Chizai's cold eyes were fixed on Chu Jun, his eyes were determined and crazy, and his spear slowly tilted at an angle. He knew that if he wanted to retain this group of human cultivators, he would have to look at the elite of his own safari army. If you show it, you must knock off their peaks. Even if you can't knock them down, General Henglei will be able to encircle them by delaying their time to drink tea, and then they will be unable to fly.
Chu Jun clenched the bloody spear, stared at the oncoming demon team with stern eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, this team of demon soldiers is very strong!"
Zhao Wu nodded, shook out a few sparks from his spear, and shouted with murderous intent: "Kill!"
Fifty meters... Thirty meters... Ten meters... Five meters...
Chizai thrust hard, and hundreds of demon leaders behind him thrust forward at the same time, and the hundreds of demon powers condensed into an unstoppable torrent.
Boom!
The two sides collided heavily, and the ten people of Chu Jun were immediately submerged in the torrent, and the torrent seemed to have encountered a reef standing in the middle of the river and was cut open from it.
Chizai felt his spear pierce Chu Jun's heart, and the next moment his body flew up. When he looked down, he found that there was also a spear stuck in his chest, and the other end of the spear was held there. In the hands of a stern man, his chest shone with gold and silver...
Chu Jun Chizai's body flew out, the gold and silver armor covering his chest receded, and the spear flew and killed two more demon leaders. He turned around and saw that blood was gushing out from Du Wu's shoulders, and there was also a wound on his thigh. One shot penetrated directly!
"You are hurt!"
"I'm the winner!" Du Wu's spear struck and swept across, ruthlessly harvesting lives.
Luo Heng, who was holding the battle, was holding a bone sword. Every time he raised his hand to thrust out, one of the demon soldiers would be struck between the eyebrows or in the throat and fell to the ground. It seemed like an understatement and was not tragic at all, but the demon soldiers who died in his hands would not be killed in front of him. Mr. Chu Jun.