Behind him, there were at least four fighters whose grudges had reached the junior level of the green level, and behind him, they were all at least the middle and high level of the green level. For a moment, the scene of one hundred and fifty warriors simultaneously releasing green-level and above grudges was really shocking. The grudges crisscrossed the air, and the fifty magicians at the end had already started chanting their spells.
Compared with the dazzling brilliance on this side, the three hundred warriors on the other side seemed flattered. Among them, one hundred epee warriors dragged their swords with their right hands and took firm steps. On the two wings, a hundred spear warriors raised their spears respectively. Following in the footsteps of the epee warrior, he greeted him. The epee warriors were led by Ye Hongyan who greeted Ye Yinzhu and Seedorf earlier.
Ye Hongyan's expression was very calm. Like the fighters on his side, he didn't release any grudges from his body. Facing the pressure of one hundred and fifty regiments of grudges exceeding the green level, they didn't have any emotional fluctuations, just quietly greeted him.
The distance between the two sides is gradually narrowing. Three hundred meters, two hundred and fifty meters, two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters, fifty meters.
When the distance reached 100 meters, the aura of the fighters on Oliveira's side had reached its peak, especially Oliveira's sharp edge, the blue grudge on the wooden sword was burning like a flame. Ye Yinzhu can clearly judge that after the first battle in Konya City, Oliveira's fighting spirit has improved through practice.
Fifty meters, what can this distance do? In the air, countless magical rays of light lit up, and at that time there were clusters of green fireballs. Fireball, in the fire magic, is a relatively simple one. But the green-level fireball, although the spell is equally simple. Consumable mana and its own power have become different. Fifty magicians released fifty green-level fireballs at the same time. This kind of power and destructive power can only be described as horror. That is fifty intermediate-level magic! This was obviously arranged by Oliveira, otherwise, how could these improvised young magicians use the same magic in such a tacit understanding
Seedorf glanced at Oliveira in surprise, but he was still calm and did not intend to stop the battle in front of him. He would not be unaware of the damage that fifty intermediate spells could bring, if it was an ordinary soldier. Let alone 300 people, even 3,000 people would have killed or injured more than half of them. But at this time he. But still no action.
Ye Yinzhu didn't move either, because his intuition told him. Those three hundred soldiers were by no means simple. From their perseverance and perseverance, it can be seen that this is a hard-working lion. Even if their number is only three hundred.
"Chop—" Ye Hongyan shouted loudly, and suddenly raised the epee in his hand. It was raised when the distance between the two sides was still fifty meters away.
"Chop—" A hundred loud shouts sounded at the same time, and the ninety-nine epee fighters behind him raised their wooden swords at the same time. They didn't release any vindictive light before, but now they released yellow vindictive energy at the same time. Ye Yinzhu was surprised to find out the level of vindictive energy of these fighters. They are all yellow-level intermediates. Except for Ye Hongyan who is the leader, there is no other master of spit out.
Dou Qi threw his sword out. The yellow-level grudge actually turned into a battle aura, which was condensed on the top of the hundred epee fighters in an instant, and the fierce and murderous aura of iron and blood permeated the air instantly. With Ye Hongyan releasing Dou Qi as the source. A hundred battle lights miraculously merged into one body in the air, turning into a giant sword with a length of more than 30 meters. With the swing of the wooden sword in Ye Hongyan's hand, the giant sword fell through the air.
The color of the giant sword is purple, not lavender, but deep purple.
Merging with Baihe, Ye Yinzhu was shocked, and Li Sha, who had retreated to the shade of the tree, was also shocked. Yellow-rank fighters are considered outstanding among ordinary people, but they are nothing in front of the real strong. But these one hundred yellow-rank fighters showed incomparably destructive power. That's not pure fighting energy fusion, because even fighting energy of the same attribute, after releasing the battle glow, it's impossible to produce such complementary, superimposed and fused effects. Among them, there is a special factor interspersed in it, and it is precisely because of this special factor that they can completely integrate the battle lights they emit. As for what this special factor is, Ye Yinzhu suddenly understood when the giant sword that was several times bigger than the Purple Crystal giant sword was cut down.
That is not a simple factor, it is formed by the fusion of the same fighting will, concerted efforts and the same surging murderous aura. The battle light itself is a powerful attack driven by the will to fight. Although the strength of the will is not the key to the strength of the battle light, the will is the most important part of a warrior. When a hundred equally powerful fighting intents condense together, when those hundred murderous auras are integrated, their fighting auras fuse together, producing an extremely powerful attack effect.
Oliveira was shocked, and the one hundred and forty-nine soldiers behind him were also shocked. They never expected that these infantrymen who were looked down upon by them before, but who were born in the army, could display such a powerful attack ability.
One hundred and fifty green douqi lights up at the same time, driven by the blue wooden sword, they had no other choice. Facing the crisis, these one hundred and fifty carefully selected fighters did not hesitate to fully release their fighting spirit, because this was their only chance.
The fifty green fireballs did not stop. On the contrary, they shot at the three hundred soldiers at a faster speed, encircling Wei and saving Zhao. As long as these fifty intermediate magics can play a role, then what will happen to our soldiers? The crisis is also naturally resolved. However, there were only a hundred epee warriors who launched the sword slash, and two hundred spear warriors were guarding them on both sides.
"Stab—" someone shouted loudly, and all the spears were raised at the same time.
Two hundred spears, each in a group of four, also had yellow battle lights, but when four battle lights of the same level merged together, the halo of the battle lights had already turned dark green. Fifty battle lights, while the purple giant sword fell in the air, met fifty green fireballs.
The dark green battle light has no difficulty in disintegrating the common green-level fireball technique. Among the intermediate magic, fireball is not the strongest. But the purple giant sword in the air has already come to the top of Oliveira and his companions.
The huge pressure made it difficult for them to breathe. The pressure brought by the giant sword has reached the level of the sixth purple level. It's hard to imagine that such an attack with such a large coverage and power was unleashed by a group of yellow rank fighters. .
Oliveira would never be reconciled to failure. With a roar, he raised the epee in his hand suddenly, and the blue-level grudge in his whole body burst out almost instantly, like a ball of dazzling blue light, and took the lead in bombarding the purple giant sword. .
From the perspective of individual strength, each of the 150 fighters on Oliveira's side has green-level strength, while the opponent is a hundred fighters with only yellow-level strength. Strength is not equal at all. But at this moment, when launching an attack in the battle formation, the result became completely different.
The green-level grudge followed the blue light waved by Oliveira, but there was no cooperation between them. The green lights lit up one after another, matching the uniform movements of their opponents, and the solemn and cold murderous aura , forming a sharp contrast.
Countless roars sounded almost at the same time, and at the same time as the two sides collided, the purple giant sword in the air suddenly changed from a slash to a horizontal swing. When the blue level meets the purple level, there will be no other ending other than being broken. Like a sledgehammer falling from the sky, Oliveira's grudge was defeated first, and then, the rising green light hit the bottom of the purple giant sword like a sea tide, but how could the individual's strength be compared with that of the giant purple sword? What about group competition
Accompanied by the last huge roar, one hundred and fifty people on Oliveira's side blossomed from the center, and one after another figures were scattered in all directions by the tyrannical fighting spirit. Oliveira, who had exhausted his fighting spirit, was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, flying straight tens of meters away, and sprayed out a stream of blood arrows when he opened his mouth. Although he was not fatally injured, he was powerless to fight again.
Under the enveloping range of the wide purple giant sword, at least more than 80 of the 150 fighters lost their ability to resist like Oliveira, and most of the other peripheral survivors also lost most of them in the strong shock of fighting spirit ability. But at this moment, those spear fighters who had dealt with the fireball in the air started to move.
Flying with both wings, like two black lightning bolts, they plunged straight into Oliveira's formation from both sides at an astonishing speed. Although the spears were replaced by wooden sticks, in the hands of these black iron elite fighters, they were as fierce as dragons out of water. The fierce murderous aura and crazy iron-blooded fighting spirit can only be tempered on the real battlefield.
The twenty spear warriors immediately restrained all the magicians. They understood Seedorf's order very clearly, so the fragile bodies of these magicians were immediately greeted by the long sticks, and they were knocked down one by one. On the ground, let out a scream. And the remaining 180 spear fighters immediately surrounded those green-level fighters who still had some combat power. At least it was a situation of two fighting one, and less than half of the opponents were standing. There was no suspense in this battle.
The coordination of the wooden sticks in the hands of the black iron warriors is not subtle, but it is very direct. If one hits the head, the other will definitely sweep the leg. The cooperation with each other is extremely skillful, and the enemy must be saved when attacking. .