The cold wind howled across the sky, and the long military camp under the night was filled with fire and chaos.
Black soldiers covered one another. As soon as the person in front fell down, his companions behind him rushed up, seemingly endlessly.
What is happening now seems not to be a war, but a massacre.
And it seems that this is not a battlefield, but a hell of Shura.
Seven third-level masters faced off against an army of nearly one million people.
To be honest, even if this kind of battle is not unprecedented, it must have not happened many times in the long history.
And in terms of the current level of intensity, perhaps tonight can be considered "unique"...
The crescent moon swam to the sky, and the two sides had been fighting for half an hour before they knew it.
Wei Changtian didn't know how many people he had killed, but he only knew that his internal strength had been exhausted.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
Although he had taken a "Tian Yuan Pill" before, he had already spent too much in the battle with those fifteen people, and there was not much internal energy left.
Coupled with the consumption of this half hour, it is normal to fight until exhaustion.
[Tian Yuan Dan: a one-time prop, which can immediately restore all internal, mental and physical strength of the user, 300 points]
[Note: This prop can only be taken once every 120 minutes]
You can only take one at an hour, and it's still a little over a quarter of an hour away.
"Uh-huh!"
Wei Changtian swung his sword again and cut a soldier in front of him into two pieces. Wei Changtian turned his head to look at the situation of the other six people.
Compared to the beginning, the seven of them are now farther apart. Basically, each of them blocks a direction, and they are connected to form a circle of boundaries that separate life and death.
Among the seven people, the two second-grade monks were obviously under less pressure, and their movements were still considered to be quite skillful.
And I don’t know if it’s due to the Buddhist values of “compassion”. They generally don’t kill people. Most of them just knock out or maim the soldiers in front of them.
They were also able to control their strength and keep their hands, which undoubtedly proved that they still had a lot of energy left.
However, the situation of the other four third-grade lieutenants is much more difficult.
Although the third level is still crushing against the eighth and ninth levels, the overall strength of the third level martial artist is still much weaker than that of the second level.
When facing a small number of "ants", this difference is not reflected. After all, whether they are third-grade or second-grade, it only takes one move to kill these ordinary soldiers.
But when the number of "ants" reaches a certain level and the battle is prolonged indefinitely, the disadvantages of the third-level realm in all aspects will be revealed.
From the beginning, it was like entering a deserted land, to the current state of being in a flash.
The four third-grade lieutenants have turned from offense to defense. Although each move can still take away several lives, the fatigue on their faces is already very obvious.
Wei Changtian didn't know how long they could hold on, and he didn't have time to think about it at this time. He just took one look and immediately looked away.
After all, among the seven of them, the one in the worst situation is actually himself...
"Uh-huh!"
“Swish, swish, swish!!”
He swung his sword several more times, and the silver light covering Longquan was extremely weak.
The pain from the wounds on his body kept stimulating his brain, making Wei Changtian's expression look ferocious.
There is no doubt that he who killed fifteen generals of the opponent in a row must be the primary target of these soldiers.
And to be honest, the soldiers surrounding him were not only the largest in number, but also the bravest.
Faced with this situation, if Wei Changtian was more rational, he should immediately run to the two Buddhist monks and let the latter protect him until he could take the second Tianyuan Pill.
But he also said just now——
If you want to defeat a lifeless enemy, you must be even more desperate.
"boom!!"
After kicking away a man who had rushed in front of him, Wei Changtian decisively stopped using Wanbian Yin, and in an instant he lost contact with all the flying swords.
"Clang clang clang!"
All around him, the dozens of remaining long swords immediately fell down and landed in the gaps among the piles of corpses.
Wei Changtian, on the other hand, held Longquan with dim silver light in his hand. After taking a deep breath, he did not use any martial arts skills, but just rushed straight into the crowd.
"Dang! Dang, Dang, Dang!!"
"die!!!"
"..."
The sword blade struck the armor, and the saber made a series of creepy crisp sounds, accompanied by Wei Changtian's roar and a wail that echoed through the billowing smoke.
Yes, after his internal strength was exhausted, Wei Changtian did not choose to "seek stability" to temporarily avoid the edge. Instead, he went more "radical" and rushed directly into the enemy's position!
Swords clashed and blood flew everywhere.
The last trace of his inner strength was not used to display martial arts, but was poured into the Longquan Sword. He relied on the combat experience accumulated in the "Dream Road" to start a most "primitive" fight.
Of course, as a second-grade martial artist, even if he does not use internal force and "momentum", his physical strength, reaction speed and other indicators are still far superior to those of lower-ranked third-grade warriors, and he is still considered a tiger among sheep.
But no matter what, after being forced to abandon the most powerful martial arts of crushing and choose "hand-to-hand combat", Wei Changtian's situation undoubtedly became more dangerous.
"Master Wei!"
"The poor monk is here to help you!!"
In the distance, the two relatively relaxed Buddhist monks quickly noticed something strange here.
Their eyes changed, and the next moment they jumped up, ready to come to help.
But before the two of them could rush out of their respective encirclements, they heard a loud shout among the crowd.
"No need!"
"If you have any spare energy, go and help the other four generals!"
"I'm fine!"
"..."
Their expressions were stunned, and the two Buddhist monks looked at each other from a distance, their eyes obviously helpless.
very good?
You, a second-level martial artist, are using your sword to kill each other with a group of lower-level third-level warriors. Is this really good?
Both monks are not fools, and of course they understand that Wei Changtian has his own ideas.
However, Wei Changtian has a special status after all. It can be said that one person is related to the outcome of the entire grand battle, so nothing should happen to him.
What's more, Xu Suisui also issued a death order, asking them to take Wei Changtian back to Fengyuan City intact at all costs...
Thinking of this, the two Buddhist monks no longer hesitated, and a huge, slowly rotating shadow of the Buddha wheel appeared behind them. At the same time, they each immediately waved a huge palm print with dazzling golden light.
"boom!!"
"boom!!!"
Amidst two loud noises, one after another, two palm prints that were several feet high spread out layers of golden waves, overwhelming all the living and dead in front of them, and then continued forward until Wei Changtian's body was destroyed. All the soldiers on the side were wiped out in an instant.
"call!!"
The movement suddenly stopped, and the strong wind caused by the palm prints caused the corners of Wei Changtian's clothes to sway wildly. There was no one alive except him within a radius of more than ten feet.
Although Wei Changtian's siege was relieved, Wei Changtian was not hurt.
It can be said that the two eminent monks' meticulous control of this move has reached the pinnacle.
But Wei Changtian on the other side didn't seem to appreciate it very much.
"Two eminent monks..."
"I said, I'm very fine..."
He was seen standing in the middle of the corpses on the ground holding the Longquan Sword, staring motionlessly at the two Buddhist monks, his voice was very cold.
"I hope this is the last time."
"If you dare to take action again, don't blame me for falling out."
"..."
People are kind enough to help you out, but you are so impatient.
After hearing Wei Changtian's words, the expressions of the two eminent monks suddenly became embarrassed and ugly.
However, Wei Changtian no longer looked at them at this time. He looked past the hundreds of corpses around him that had been killed by the golden palm print, and landed on the vast number of soldiers farther away who were temporarily stunned in place.
"What are you doing standing here?!"
"come!"
"continue!!"
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