The ghost army rushed towards them overwhelmingly. Chu Jun clenched Tai'a Sword and stared at the ghost vanguard team that was getting closer and closer. The four thousand cultivators behind him were also waiting in full formation. After the baptism of the last tragic battle, this "rabble" already has a feeling of being reborn. Although its coordination and organization are far less than that of the regular army, its momentum and combat effectiveness are definitely stronger than those of the regular army with the same number of people. Because of the average of these people The strength is quite high. There are more than 4,300 people, of whom 114 are Nascent Soul, 1,422 are Golden Core, and the remaining 2,700 people are mostly above the Foundation Establishment, and only those below the Foundation Establishment are Five to six hundred people.
"Charge!" Chu Jun shouted deeply, pointed his sword forward murderously, and more than 4,000 people slowly started to accelerate towards the black army of ghosts.
Since he is the queen, he naturally has to show off. If he turns around and runs away, it will be difficult to explain to Chongmingzhou officials in the future.
"Kill!" More than 4,000 people shouted in unison, with murderous intent.
The coalition forces of various sects have now been divided into four thousand-man teams, each led by a captain and two team deputies, so the charge is no longer chaotic. Although it is not as neat as the regular army, at least they are following each other closely. Among the four thousand-man teams, one is all composed of Jindan cultivators. The remaining three teams each have ten Nascent Souls and 150 Jindan cultivators. The remaining more than 80 Nascent Souls are sent by Chu. Jun himself led the team and acted as the tip of the sword.
At the Ghost Tribe's Central Military Department, Ghost Governor Luge looked coldly at the more than 4,000 human cultivators charging towards them without fear of death, and snorted coldly: "You really don't know how to live or die!"
"Well done, I am about to take your life. We must not let this person escape this time. The whole army presses forward and he and the others are all wiped out!" Ghost King Lie said coldly.
In an instant, the army of more than 50,000 ghosts turned around and suddenly accelerated on both sides. It was obvious that they wanted to wrap up Chu Jun's team and eat it.
Chu Jun suddenly felt something bad. He expected that the ghost army would at most separate a team to intercept and kill, and then the large army would chase Du Runan's 30,000 main force. Now it looked like he was going to eat his thousands of soldiers with all his strength. People, damn it, don’t bully people like this, fifty thousand against four thousand? I don’t want to play anymore!
Chu Jun led the team to turn around and charged towards the flank of the ghost army. As soon as the "Blade Tip" turned, the four thousand-man troops behind him also turned.
When two armies meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins. The most taboo thing about two armies is to be the first to retreat timidly. When Chu Jun turned around like this, the team's charging speed was naturally hindered, and it also exposed the vulnerable flanks to the enemy's front.
"Haha, it turned out to be a rookie!" A ghost general laughed disdainfully: "Kill, tear them apart!"
But before he finished laughing, Chu Juntai pointed his sword, squeezed the magic formula with his left hand, and shouted: "Shu!"
In an instant, a terrifying scene appeared. More than eighty Nascent Souls and a thousand golden elixirs released their magic at the same time. The brilliant light soared into the sky, bringing despairing killing.
More than a thousand great arts exploded in the ghost tribe's vanguard army. Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, ice, light and hail all of a sudden blasted away the thousands of soldiers who were charging towards the ghost tribe. The army's charging formation was immediately disrupted. Chu Jun led 4,000 men to get out of the encirclement beautifully before the ghost army came into contact, and galloped towards the South Pole. This was the advantage of having a small number of people.
Ghost King Lie turned livid with anger and shouted: "Catch them!"
Chu Jun led the people to fly forward. He looked back in his busy schedule and found that the ghost army separated into a team and was chasing after him. There were at least 20,000 people. The rest of the ghost army chased in the direction where the eldest prince escaped.
Chu Jun couldn't help but curse in a low voice, wondering if the ghost commander had taken the wrong medicine and actually sent 20,000 people to hunt down 4,000 of his own people.
The cultivators fled all the way to the south. The shortcomings of the formation appeared. The masters were concentrated in the front, which undoubtedly maximized the lethality of the charge. However, once they ran away, the lower cultivators behind them began to gradually fall behind. The team It stretched longer and longer, and the 20,000 ghosts behind it chased closer and closer.
Faced with this situation, Chu Jun had no choice. Turning back to rescue would slow him down even more, so he had to harden his heart and watch the straggler cultivators being killed by the ghost army that caught up.
After escaping for hundreds of miles, the 20,000 ghost army was always chasing after them. If this continued, the 4,000 people would probably be eaten away bit by bit in the end.
Chu Jun was thinking of countermeasures in his mind. Four thousand people fighting against an army of 20,000 ghosts was undoubtedly seeking death, but chasing them passively like this was not an option.
"Fight!" Chu Jun gritted his teeth and issued orders to the captains and deputy captains of the four thousand-man teams through voice transmission.
I saw that the four thousand-man teams that were originally lined up suddenly broke apart and fled in four different directions, while Chu Jun himself led the eighty Nascent Souls to continue flying forward. The ghost army chasing after them obviously slowed down, but the commanding ghost general reacted very quickly. The 20,000 ghost army was divided into five groups, each group was about 4,000, and they chased and killed the five groups and escaped. The cultivator.
Chu Jun looked back at the four thousand ghosts who were chasing him, with a sneer on his face and said: "My appetite is too big, I am destined to die!"
"Control the speed, don't let the distance get too big, luring them to keep chasing!" Chu Jun said with a relaxed expression.
Although Chu Jun's team only has a few hundred people, everyone has the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage, so their flying speed is not comparable to that of the four thousand ghosts behind them. Even though they deliberately slowed down, the four thousand ghosts behind them ate them all. The power of milk has not caught up.
Because Chu Jun was personally ordered to be killed by the young marshal, the senior ghost general Gui Wangji personally led four thousand ghost soldiers to chase him. However, as he chased Chu Jun, he gradually realized that something was wrong. He seemed to have made a very stupid mistake.
"Stop, stop chasing!" Ghost King Ji loudly ordered, and the four thousand ghost soldiers stopped their momentum for unknown reasons.
"Turn around and head west, chase the one full of golden elixirs!" Ghost King Ji shouted.
Chu Jun noticed that the ghost soldiers behind him stopped chasing him and began to adjust his direction. He couldn't help but frowned and said: "It seems that this guy is not completely stupid, but it is already too late!"
Chu Jun waved his hand, and the eighty Nascent Souls turned around and killed the four thousand ghost soldiers!
Ghost King Ji hurriedly turned his team around and charged towards Chu Jun and others. Unexpectedly, hundreds of meters away, Chu Jun and others suddenly turned around and continued to escape. Four thousand ghost soldiers chased for dozens of miles with all their strength, but they could only follow behind and eat dust. Ghost King Ji could only order to stop the pursuit. As a result, Chu Jun came back with his men and the ghost soldiers turned back to chase.
Going back and forth like this for more than ten times, the four thousand ghost soldiers couldn't even touch a hair of the crowd, but they were exhausted and could only yell and curse. Ghost King Ji's face was ashen, and he ordered to stop chasing again, turned around and sped away, but Chu Jun obviously didn't want him to do what he wanted, so he led eighty Nascent Souls back again.
This time, Ghost King Ji did not order the team to turn around and fight, but accelerated their retreat.
Chu Jun smiled and said: "The tide is turning, everyone is working hard, kill as many as you can, don't fight!"
All the Nascent Souls laughed loudly: "Don't worry, Mr. Chu, everyone knows it!"
More than 80 Nascent Souls chased 4,000 ghost soldiers, and then like tigers entering a flock of sheep, they started killing wildly. The ghosts behind the team turned back to fight without fear of death. The sixth-grade mid-level Tai'a sword in Chu Jun's hand was invincible, and every time he struck out with the sword, he killed a ghost clan member.
The Ghost King Halberd roared loudly and rushed toward Chu Jun. Two Thousand Ghost Teams surrounded him from both sides, obviously wanting to block the retreat of Chu Jun and others. Chu Juntai'a waved his sword and knocked back the Ghost King's Halberd. He smiled and said: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I will play with you slowly... retreat!"
Eighty Nascent Souls quickly got rid of the battle and escaped before the two Thousand Ghost Teams completed the encirclement!
Ghost King Ji screamed and roared in anger, but he had no choice but to order the team to continue to turn around and retreat.
Just like this, the four thousand ghost soldiers were eaten away bit by bit, and in the end, only more than two thousand were left. Now the Ghost King Ji panicked, and the retreat finally turned into a defeat. The pursuit turned back and was chased. kill. Chu Jun and others no longer had to fly kites at this time and started killing with all their might.
The army was defeated like a mountain, and the ghost soldiers who were killed and lost their courage dispersed in a roar, running for their lives in all directions. No matter how the Ghost King's halberd yelled, they could not restrain them, so they had to lead the five hundred guards in despair and flee for their lives in embarrassment.
"Good luck to you. I'll spare your life today!" Chu Jun chased the Ghost King's Halberd for a while and then stopped chasing him, turning and hurried away in another direction.
If Ghost King Ji hadn't been too greedy and dispersed his troops into five groups, Chu Jun would not have had any chance to take advantage of it. However, he divided the troops into five groups evenly. Perhaps in his opinion, four thousand against one thousand already had an absolute advantage. , but he ignored one very important thing, that is strength.
Fan Jian's broken sword pierced the throat of a ghost captain. His thin figure shook a few times and finally fell on his back.
Xiaoxue rushed over with a cry of surprise. When she saw Fan Jian covered in blood, with his eyes closed tightly and gasping for air, his heart suddenly fell to the ground. He stretched out his hand to help Fan Jian sit up and asked urgently: "Brother Jian, you are injured." ?”
Fan Jian opened his eyes slightly and said feebly: "I'm fine, I just lost my strength. Go help others!"
"Oh!" Xiaoxue exclaimed, looked up and saw that the battle was coming to an end. There were only a few scattered battles, and it ended soon.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and corpses were lying on the ground in pools of blood. The brutal battle ended with all four thousand ghost soldiers being wiped out, while only six hundred of the thousand-man team led by Fan Jian and Xiaoxue were left. Multiple people.
One thousand golden elixirs faced off against four thousand demon soldiers, and nearly four hundred golden elixirs died. This shows how tragic this battle was!
Fan Jian struggled to sit up and ordered: "Rest where you are for half a stick of incense, and set off immediately after half a stick of incense!"
Chu Jun took the risk of using Tian Ji's method of horse racing, and today it seems that he was half successful. The eighty Nascent Souls he led defeated the four thousand ghost soldiers. Fan Jian's Jindan Thousand Man Team defeated the four thousand ghost soldiers miserably. What about the other three thousand-man teams