Three days later.
Baidiguan, more soldiers on the battlefield.
In the newly formed charge team, a total of two hundred disciples stood erect in the sun.
Qin Feng was impressively listed.
"Today, the All Saints Gate launched a general attack..."
"And you, as disciples of Emperor Xuanzong, vowed to defend the dignity of the sect and fight the enemy to the death..."
Commander Qi looked at everyone and made an impassioned speech for everyone.
"Drinking this bowl of wine, throwing my head, and sprinkling blood, my disciples are not afraid of life and death."
Commander Qi raised his wine bowl and drank it in one fell swoop.
The wind is slack and the water is cold, and the strong men never return.
Definitely! Tragic!
Everyone knows what the fate of these disciples will be next, maybe even the sun tomorrow will not be seen.
"The disciples of my generation are not afraid of life and death!"
Two hundred death squad disciples all picked up the drinking bowls and drank them all in one go.
Snapped…
Commander Qi smashed the wine bowl severely, and shouted hysterically, "Kill!"
Happiness... Happiness...
Two hundred wine bowls were all broken to the ground, "Kill!"
Boom!
Immediately, the heavy city gate was pushed open, and the disciples of the death squad lined up and rushed out of the city.
"Emperor Xuanzong's people have come out and kill me fiercely!"
The army of the All Saints Gate quickly rushed out, like a tide, pressed against a piece of black, and swallowed towards this side.
咚... 咚... 咚...
The drums beat, shaking for nine days.
In the Ten Thousand Sacred Gate array, there were bursts of exciting drum beats, which made people excited.
boom-
"kill!"
boom-
"kill!"
A war drum, a roar!
The All Saints Gate army, like a blue dragon leaving the abyss, a fierce tiger descending, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger, giving people an unshakable feeling.
In contrast, Emperor Xuanzong's death squad was as weak as a grasshopper.
First of all, in terms of momentum, it has been completely overwhelmed.
"What a strong fighting spirit, how could this be?"
On the head of the city, Qi Tongling and others were shocked.
Logically speaking, the Ten Thousand Saints Gate has swallowed two consecutive defeats, and there is not much food. Shouldn't the momentum be so strong
"Wait... Look, someone is casting a spell?"
Everyone condensed their eyes and looked at the direction of the Ten Thousand Saints Gate.
Behind the army, there is a high platform. On the high platform, talisman paper is flying all over the sky, and a man in a black robe holding a power is working.
"It's Guifeng, I didn't expect him to appear here."
Commander Qi frowned.
"Ghost Phoenix? It is said that that guy is a wizard, but isn't this person in Luoxingling?"
Old Fan was also surprised.
Wizards, mysterious and ancient, only the southern Xinjiang tribes will have the footprints of wizards.
The land of the Central Plains was occupied by human monks, and witches rarely appeared. This wizard, ghost and phoenix, was a guest specially invited by the Wanshengmen from southern Xinjiang.
"The ghost and phoenix can watch the changes of the stars, has the ability to divination and summon, and has his spellcasting skills, which can greatly boost morale. It's not easy now."
Commander Qi looked solemn, obviously he hadn't expected this unexpected change.
"Good, so strong..."
On the battlefield, the people of Emperor Xuanzong were already shocked.
Of course, there are also a small number of people who have firm willpower and are already holding the mentality of breaking the boat, and they are all dead.
Even if you are not afraid of death, what else is there to be afraid of
Huh—
At this moment, an afterimage rushed out, and the dark spear turned into a mad dragon, rushing into the crowd on the opposite side.
"kill!"
Qin Fengfeng roared.
Thousand-foot guns are like a horse, crushing all those who stand in front of them.
This shot went all out, killing at least dozens of enemy troops.
On this battlefield, Qin Feng's cultivation base is absolutely outstanding. As long as You Xuan doesn't make a move, he doesn't need to fear anyone at all.
Because of this, Qin Feng had no doubts about being selected for the death squad.
"Sweep a thousand troops like a swept away!"
Qin Feng's spear method changed, and he swept out violently.
call…
The frenzied true energy set off a stormy sea, and all the enemies rushing in the front were swept away.
"What? There is such a thing?"
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On the high platform, Guifeng's deeply sunken eyes flashed with a look of shock.
Under his spell, the Ten Thousand Holy Gate army is like a dead soldier, fearless in life and death, invincible, and this momentum alone can scare many people away.
But Qin Feng not only didn't back down, but instead took the lead in killing him.
One person, one shot, single-handedly challenge the entire front of the All Saints Gate!
How domineering and passionate a man is when he is in charge!
Both the people from the Ten Thousand Saints Gate and the Emperor Xuanzong showed a strange expression.
"Is this kid really not afraid of death?"
Sun Ze was dumbfounded, completely silly.
He originally thought that Qin Feng would definitely hide behind and let others die first, but he didn't expect to rush out directly.
"Hmph, what drag? With your strength alone, you can't resist the Ten Thousand Sacred Gate army even if you have the means to reach the sky. Sooner or later, you will die."
Sun Ze cursed secretly in his heart.
He thought to himself that no matter how strong Qin Feng is, there will always be times when he is weak. Once his strength is exhausted, he will soon be hacked to death.
Therefore, Sun Ze is not in a hurry, but rather looks good at the show.
…
"Kill!"
On the main battlefield, the two disciples strangled violently, like two ferocious wolves, biting each other until they tore each other apart.
Due to Qin Feng's strong performance, it also boosted morale, so that this death-defying team would not be without resistance.
However, the disparity between the strengths of the two sides is too great, and the All Saints Gate has come out all over the place. How long can this two-hundred-man death squad resist
In less than a stick of incense, the comrades around Qin Feng almost died.
"Leader Qi, we should send troops, otherwise, the death squad will be wiped out."
Seeing that only Qin Feng was left, the elders of Emperor Xuanzong were anxious.
"Wait, let's take a look at Qin Feng's performance. I think he still has the strength now and should be able to support it for a while."
Before Qi Commander could speak, Fan Lao interjected first.
Hearing this, the elders of Emperor Xuanzong's expressions were pale, and his body trembled with anger.
"Head Fan, what do you mean? You have to watch Qin Feng die to make you happy?"
Some people couldn't help but choke.
"You can eat rice indiscriminately, don't talk nonsense, do I mean that?"
Old Fan snorted coldly, and then smiled indifferently, "Don't worry, Qin Feng is very capable and can't die. Even the Flying Frost Legion can be wiped out. Where are these ordinary disciples his opponent?"
"We must use Qin Feng's individual soldier ability to attack the front of the Ten Thousand Sacred Gate as much as possible, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of his value? Don't worry, we won't be too late when he is running out."
"Are you fucking human?"
The elders of Emperor Xuanzong burst out in anger one after another.
They finally realized that Fan Lao formulated the plan for the death squad in advance, not for anything else, just to kill Qin Feng.
But at this moment, in the battlefield, the army of the Ten Thousand Saint Gate had already swallowed Qin Feng.