The Haotian Alliance took action, and the soldiers were divided into three groups, all the way forward, and the two sides flanked, so that they could form a semi-encirclement.
It leaves a gap for the opponent. First, it is unrealistic to try to circumvent it. Second, it is afraid of too much persecution, which will stimulate the enemy's fighting spirit. Everyone still understands the most basic common sense of surrounding three ques.
There was a movement here, and the monks on the Wanmoling immediately noticed it, but they didn't mean to escape, but were gearing up for shame.
Under the formation of the troops, the Wanmoling side quickly formed a tight formation, waiting for it.
The three-way Haotianmeng cultivator slowly arrived at the predetermined position and waited quietly.
A dazzling beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky. It was Lu Yushan's Thunder Dragon Cannon, and it was also a signal. At the moment when the roar sounded, the three-way Haotian League cultivators, thousands of people, rushed forward to slaughter them together, with an astonishing momentum.
The streamer of the spell and the imperial weapon began to collide in mid-air, and the Haotian Alliance quickly gained some advantages by virtue of their numerical advantage. Although it was not too obvious, it did suppress Wanmoling to a certain extent.
With the passage of time, it was also the intentional concession of the Wanmoling side, the encirclement began to shrink, the monks on both sides officially collided, and the teams were entangled with each other, and the fight was inextricable.
Lu Ye and Hua Ci stayed at the back and did not participate in this battle. They were waiting, waiting for a message.
If there is really a trap set up by Wanmoling, then the message should come soon.
Just as the cultivators on both sides were in full swing, Lu Ye felt that his battlefield imprint had moved, lowered his head to investigate, and then nodded to Huaci: "It's our time!"
The Fourth Senior Brother sent a message, and the three million Demon Ridge cultivators who were lying in ambush twenty miles away had already been dispatched. Obviously, they wanted to kill them while the two sides were fighting. The front of the Tianmeng camp should cooperate with its own cultivators.
As long as the situation is opened on one front, Wanmoling can continue to expand its advantages, and then hit the Haotian League.
This is also the reason why the attacked Wanmoling cultivator is weak. First, the Haotian League has the upper hand in terms of number of people, and secondly, it is also taking advantage of the situation. If there is no hope for the Haotian League, how can it be implemented smoothly? down plan
Of course, the current situation is that I don't know if they can hurry...
As the light flashed, Lu Ye and Hua Ci spread out a pair of red and green wings behind their backs and flew into the sky. They quickly crossed the forefront of the battlefield, arrived at the center, and then hovered there quietly.
For a time, the eyes of many Wanmoling cultivators saw that in this place where no one could fly, two people from the Haotian Alliance suddenly flew into the sky, which naturally attracted attention.
The people in Wanmoling immediately sensed that something was wrong. Even though someone was attacking Lu Ye and Huaci with an imperial weapon, they lost their strength before they could get close.
The enemy was flying too high.
With the knife in hand, Lu Ye secretly urged him to stand in front of Huaci. His task now is very simple, protect Huaci's safety and let her use her own methods.
After a little perception, Hua Ci was sure that her previous arrangement of staying here had taken effect, and nodded: "It's started!"
She took a deep breath, her full chest heaving violently, and then, a green halo swept in all directions, instantly covering most of the battlefield.
The exclamation immediately came from below. When Huaci's method began to take effect, many Wanmoling cultivators realized that something was wrong, and the spiritual power in their bodies suddenly became obscure, as if the symptoms of erysipelas were stagnating. Many people lost their strength in a very short period of time.
If it is an ordinary time, it doesn't matter that this situation occurs, but now it is in a life-and-death struggle with the monks of the Haotian League.
The originally evenly matched battle was immediately divided between life and death due to a change in one's spiritual power.
In just a few breaths, there were screams one after another, blood and severed limbs flying together, I don't know how many Wan Moling cultivators ruined the seedlings.
"It's the ghost of that woman, kill her!" A monk from Wanmoling shouted when he was seriously injured, and the next moment he was beheaded.
With a screeching sound, a stream of light shot from below. It was not an imperial weapon, but an arrow that was lost. Someone held a bow-shaped spiritual weapon and shot an arrow at Hua Ci.
However, the arrow was slashed by Lu Ye, who was blocking the front, and failed to hurt her in the slightest.
chi chi chi...
The bowman below had good archery skills, and when he rolled his fingers, streams of light chasing after the stars and the moon attacked. Lu Ye swung the long knife in his hand, and swayed the sharp arrows that came, causing his mouth to go numb.
After a few breaths, the cultivator with the bow was chopped into pieces by several Haotian League who rushed over.
The emerald-green halo swirled outwards in circles and circles. Although Huaci had been set up here for many days, she had never been able to stimulate her ability like this without interruption.
The number of people participating in the battle this time is not comparable to the previous one. If she wants to solve the battle here as soon as possible, she can only do her best like this.
In just a short time, Huaci's face began to turn pale, and at a certain moment, she whispered softly, "Lu Ye!"
Lu Ye turned around quickly, grabbed Hua Ci's waist, and took her to the outside of the battlefield, fluttering his fiery red wings and leaving the battlefield in an instant.
Huaci was fine, but she consumed too much, and her spiritual energy was almost exhausted, but before she left, Wanmoling was exhausted.
There were originally 800 monks gathered here, which is only 200 less than the Haotian League, but at this moment the gap in the number of people has increased to more than 500. It is conceivable that in this short cup of tea, Wanmoling How severe are the casualties.
The monks who were still alive fled towards the gap in the rear. At this time, the speed of escape is very important. You don't need to run faster than the enemy, just faster than your own people. , there will always be some that slip through the net.
After a stick of incense, the battlefield was full of corpses, and the bloody smell could hardly be dissolved. Thousands of cultivators from the Haotian League had fallen to less than a hundred people. The cultivators gathered, instead of chasing and killing those who escaped, they turned their direction. , kill in the direction of the state and land center.
In that direction, there is a 300-strong Wanmoling cultivator coming to support them. They received information before that the people from the Haotian League had taken the bait and were fighting with their own side, so they rushed here.
Twenty miles away, they were almost on their way to the battlefield, but when they looked up, they didn't see their cultivators, only a group of slaughtered Haotian League cultivators rushed towards this side.
The three million Demon Ridge cultivators were stunned.
What about the eight hundred people on your side
Only then did they get information from the cultivators who had escaped. Only 200 of the 800 died, and they were on the run. They were told to run away as well.
The morale of the three hundred cultivators who came over was about to vomit blood. This battle was originally a trap they set up. As long as the people from the Haotian Alliance dared to step in, there would be no good fruit to eat, but the eight hundred people didn't play any role. It was utterly incompetent to be killed.
Although they want to kill those fleeing people, they also know that they are in a bad situation right now. Although they all came out of the inner circle and have a high level of cultivation, they really can't play the advantage of strength in this place. , the number is the key to victory!
Three hundred to nine hundred, even if you think with your toes, you will know that you are invincible.
So without any hesitation, the three hundred monks who were rushing to the battlefield immediately turned around and prepared to escape.
They don't need to escape too far, they only need to run for dozens of miles, and the people from the Haotian League will not be able to chase after them, because the further inward they are, the stronger the strength they can exert. Most of the people in the Haotian League They are all low-level cultivators, and if they dare to chase, they will die.
However, not long after they ran out, a large formation suddenly took shape, shrouding them in it. The lethality of the formation was not too strong, but the power of the formation made the body of the person trapped in it become heavy and the movement was sluggish. .
A group of people from Wanmoling looked left and right in horror, and saw a petite female cultivator standing on a big tree, looking at them with a smile, and there was a dazzling array in the female cultivator's hand.
"Fengyuechan!" Someone exclaimed, his face suddenly changed.
A Fengyuechan is not enough to scare them, but Li Baxian must be there in the place where Fengyuechan haunts, and there are also a group of Haotian League powerhouses who follow them.
Sure enough, a low shout came out: "Sword formation!"
When the words fell, sword lights suddenly burst out in the great formation, shuttled back and forth, bringing strings of blood.
This great formation was jointly arranged by Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian. It was hastily formed, and its power was not too great. However, Li Baxian integrated all his flying swords into this formation, increasing the lethality of the formation. several grades.
There were more than 30 Haotian League cultivators who appeared out of nowhere. They showed off what they had learned and tried their best to harass them, delaying the speed of the Wanmoling cultivators' escape.
The sound of rumbling came out, and it was the nine hundred monks of the Haotian League who were chasing and killing them. Seeing this scene, the Wanmoling monks who were trapped in the great formation all showed despair.
The sound of chi chi chi was incessant, and the streamer of magic and imperial instruments covered the sky and covered the great formation. Someone suddenly laughed: "I killed a ninth-level heaven, ha ha ha, I also have today!"
The murderer is just an ordinary seventh-level cultivation base, and the gap between the ninth-level and the heavenly level is 200 spiritual orifices. In normal times, such a strong person would be incapable of being a match, but in such a special environment, The weak hit the strong became a reality.
The ninth floor of the sky is definitely the guardian of any major sect in the core circle. It is estimated that he would never have thought that he would die at the hands of such a weak chicken.
"Reincarnation Paradise"
More than one strong man was killed by the weak. Many of the 300 people from Wanmoling were strong men who had converted to heaven-level exercises, but at this moment, the fire of their lives was withering one by one. These low-level cultivators may be fighting, and they will find that their merits have increased by dozens of points.
The situation was good, Li Baxian raised his arms and shouted: "Little ones, it's time for revenge!"
Saying this, the first one picked up his sword and killed him, and the powerhouses who followed him all the way to escape here were all red-eyed, and they followed him with murderous intent.
During this period of time, they had been too aggrieved, and until this moment, the anger in their hearts was released.