"Blood Evil Formation."
Bai Qi drew out the Long Yuan Sword and waved it forward. A layer of blood-red light bloomed from his body, covering the entire Qin army.
boom!
The entire sky was blood red, and it seemed as if the boundless sea of blood was constantly rolling in the sky. The evil energy was soaring into the sky, and was constantly eroding in the direction of Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun's war clouds were like snowflakes meeting a soldering iron, and most of them disappeared in an instant.
Zhao Jun's marching speed stagnated, and a emotion called fear spread in Zhao Jun's heart.
"puff!"
Zhao Kuo spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the Yanyue Formation collapsed instantly.
"Let me do it!"
Lian Po said that although his Heavenly Control Formation was not suitable for attacking, it had the attributes of being resolute and unyielding. Even if Bai Qi wanted to defeat him, it would not be that easy.
"What is this?" Zhao Kuo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of deep fear.
"Bai Qi's blood evil formation." Lian Po said in a deep voice.
There is only one person in the world whose battle formation has this effect!
He now believed what Zhao Kuo said. The Qin army coach was really in vain.
"What effect?" Zhao Kuo asked.
"The power of swallowing the enemy's energy and blood is transformed into one's own strength. At the same time, it suppresses the enemy's overall strength and increases the fear in the hearts of soldiers. I once asked a soldier who was lucky enough to survive Bai Qi's hands. He said that he felt like he had fallen into a boundless sea of blood. Among them, there are enemies everywhere." Lian Po said.
"How is this possible? How can the battle formation be so powerful?" Zhao Kuo said in shock.
"Look." Lian Po pointed forward.
The Qin army was shrouded in a black-red glow, and the weapons in their hands exuded a frightening chill, like ghost soldiers coming out of hell.
The iron eagle warriors pierced into the Zhao army like huge awls, constantly harvesting the lives of the Zhao army. The chariots on both sides rumbled past, and with a wave of Chang Ge, a row of soldiers fell down.
The intersection between Qin Army and Zhao Army was like a huge gear, constantly crushing lives.
The strength of the Zhao army's soldiers was greatly weakened, and they retreated steadily under the attack of the Qin army, causing huge casualties in a short period of time.
The soldiers at the front were most obviously affected. A handful of soldiers could not bear the tremendous pressure and ran away like crazy. They were killed before they could take a few steps.
Heng Wan took the lead, and with one hammer blow, there was a big pit. Even the Flame Bear was knocked away, and a hundred meters in radius was cleared into an open space.
As Bai Qi issued orders one after another, countless Qin troops swept towards Zhao Jun like a black flood.
Sima Jian drove the chariot to the front, his body wrapped in pitch black armor, and the fiery red war cloud directly covered the entire army. He and Huan Jue rushed towards Feng Ting like a long dragon on the left and right.
The bloody war clouds kept rolling, like a boundless sea of blood rolling up a huge red wave and slamming hard on this city that would never fall, causing the city to teeter on the verge of collapse.
Chariots all over the mountains and plains rushed down from the hillside. Countless Zhao soldiers were crushed by the chariots, fell into a pool of blood, and were washed away by the alchemy water.
These are veterans who have followed Feng Ting for many years, and they are now decreasing.
Feng Ting was shocked, his eyes were cold, and he roared: "Foreign enemies invaded, and the mountains and rivers were shattered. Until the blood is shed, we will never retreat until we die!"
"kill!"
Feng Ting took the lead and rushed towards Sima Jian.
"when!"
The two weapons collided hard.
The two of them each took a few steps back. Then, they looked at each other and bumped into each other again. They turned around and the spear in Feng Ting's hand was like a poisonous snake reaching towards Sima Jian. Sima Jian seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he flexibly attacked Feng Ting. He dodged the attack and attacked with his backhand, leaving a mark on Feng Ting's armor.
"Qin Gou!"
Feng Ting cursed and killed Sima Geng again.
"Haha, only the weak can only curse!"
Sima Jian had a smile on his lips, and he waved his spear like the wind. Dots of cold light shone, and a few scales fell from Feng Ting's armor.
Not long after, Feng Ting was suppressed by Sima Geng.
"Boom."
At this time, Huanjue also drove his chariot towards Feng Ting.
"Surrender or die." Sima Geng said coldly, and stabbed Feng Ting's left chest with his spear. Just when he was about to hit Feng Ting, a strong force came from the tip of the spear and pushed him to the right. The two sides passed each other, "Wow!" Feng Ting's chest armor was scratched, and blood seeped out of the armor.
Feng Ting's chest heaved, breathing heavily, and spat at Sima Geng with disdain.
"Even if I die, I will kill you Qin dogs."
Feng Ting completely gave up his defense and resorted to risking his life to exchange injuries with Sima Geng.
No one knows that Feng Ting's father and two brothers all died at the hands of the Qin army in the Battle of Yique.
Feng Ting vowed to avenge his father and brother in this life. Therefore, he would rather dedicate Shangdang to the State of Zhao than surrender to the State of Qin.
"Then you go die."
Huan Jue suddenly jumped up from the chariot, brandished his halberd and hit Feng Ting on the head. Feng Ting quickly raised his gun to meet him.
"when!"
There was a loud noise, and the terrifying energy storm centered on the two of them and swept wildly in all directions. The surrounding soldiers were knocked away, and even Zhan Yun was torn open.
The battlefield is never a fair place. Two versus one is a common occurrence. Huan Jue does not feel any pressure in his heart.
"puff!"
Feng Ting took a few steps back, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned pale. Originally, he was no match for Sima Geng, but now that Huan Jue had joined him, he was losing ground.
"General, withdraw!" the soldiers shouted while resisting with all their strength.
Feng Ting looked around and saw that the pro-army troops he brought from South Korea were being slaughtered crazily by the Qin army.
The battle armor on his body has been dyed red with blood. The Qin Army's bloody war clouds are like waves of the blood sea, crazily eroding the Zhao Army's war clouds. The Qin Army's generals are as powerful as a rainbow, and the Zhao Army is constantly retreating.
"Fight to the death!" Feng Ting roared and faced him again...
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. The king raised his troops and repaired my spear..."
The soldiers of the Qin army sang war songs loudly and put their weapons into Zhao Jun's chest. The spears spurted blood, arrows flew everywhere, the chariots were broken, and corpses were everywhere. It was extremely tragic.
"How come the Qin army is suddenly so strong!" Zhao Kuo said in horror.
The State of Zhao is a land of four battles, and everyone is martial. The Zhao soldiers are the most elite soldiers in the world. Even though they are about the same number, they are actually engaged in an encirclement and annihilation battle by the enemy!
"The Qin army is all elite, even super elite." Lian Po said in a deep voice.
"This is impossible." Zhao Kuo said firmly.
Of Zhao's 400,000-strong army, only about 100,000 can be called elite, and the remaining 300,000 are all ordinary soldiers.
This was the result of a series of battles in which all unqualified soldiers were eliminated.
How could the Qin army have 600,000 elites, or even super elites?
If this is the case, then there is no need to fight, Zhao Guo can surrender directly!
Besides, it's not like Zhao Kuo has never seen the strength of the Qin army. In the battle half a month ago, except for the iron eagle warriors, the overall quality of the Qin army was almost the same as that of the Zhao army, and even the miscellaneous soldiers were not as good as those of the Zhao army.
"As long as Bai Qi is here, there are 600,000 elites." Lian Po said slowly.
