A Houtian realm leader and his ten body-forging realm subordinates can easily kill a pioneer soldier with force. If supplemented with exquisite military formation cooperation, three to five people can be killed.
Under the crazy hedging, there was a rain of blood and blood, and from time to time, large pieces of blood and even residual limbs flew out.
This was because both armies were wearing armor, especially the front row soldiers, who were all wearing heavy armor. It would be difficult to tell the winner immediately, otherwise this scene would be ten times more tragic.
They are all extraordinary military services that rely on physical strength to win. No one will give up easily.
The sound of metal clashing, the roar of soldiers, and the sound of swords cutting into flesh formed a hymn of warriors in this small regional battlefield.
Even though Zhou Bai was well aware of the cruelty of war, this was the first time he witnessed with his own eyes that in just a few battles, more than a hundred demon-suppressing soldiers were killed or wounded. These were the best of the best.
Fortunately, the Demon-Suppressing Army suffered heavy losses, and the Pioneer Army suffered even greater losses. In less than a quarter of an hour of fighting, more than two hundred regular soldiers had been killed.
Ordinary sabers cannot break through the heavy armor of the pioneers, so they use blunt instruments such as hammers and maces. If there is no blunt instrument in hand, they will fight hand-to-hand and use penetrating force...
If it weren't for the large number of Sequencers and the superior force of extraordinary force, the Pioneer Army might really have been defeated on the spot by the Demon-Subduing Army's subterfuge tactics.
At this time, on the huge battleship at the rear, several mind masters and commanders were surrounding three third-level sequencers, watching the war situation with frowning brows.
Zhou Bai wants to know the details of the battleship's combat power. They also want to know the details of the Bei'an natives. If you dare to take the initiative to encircle and suppress them, you must have enough support, right?
Judging from the current battle situation, this group of indigenous people not only have support, but also far exceeds their expectations.
The number and strength of the demon-suppressing army are completely inconsistent with the characteristics of local forces in border states and counties. Looking at the faces of these senior officials, it is obvious that they are scolding the intelligence network of the Qingxu world.
"This group of pioneering troops is the foundation of our foothold. We cannot continue to waste it like this. Let's mobilize the pioneering army. If these people die, they will die."
"In my opinion, it is better to mobilize the entire pioneer army and continue to send additional serial soldiers. No matter how great the losses are, we must not show our cowardice. If the momentum of this group of indigenous people is not suppressed, it will be difficult to achieve anything later."
"If the energy level of this world is not too high, the rules of heaven are too suppressive, and there are magicians, how could these natives dare to suppress us with a dense army."
Faced with this kind of battle loss ratio, all the commanders obviously could no longer wait and see calmly, and they all spoke out.
At this time, a third-level great martial artist asked the telepathic master next to him: "Have you found out the source of the weakened telepathy attack?"
"Sir, these indigenous soldiers should carry special equipment that can shield some of the attacks of spiritual power." The telepathic master collected the feedback information from the front and quickly reported back.
"They were prepared in advance, and the tools to resist mental attacks are very expensive. How can ordinary mortals be able to equip them?" The great martial artist was furious.
As the main battle sequence, the Nian Master can only be reduced to a auxiliary in front of the Demon-Suppressing Army. It will be too difficult to fight from behind.
Because they are the only three remaining Level 3 Sequencers, all of whom are great martial arts masters. In some special circumstances, they can only defeat the enemy with force.
However, there is no good person who can become the third sequence, so how can they be blocked by the predicament in front of them.
"What do you think? Continue to increase the number of troops? The battleship was seriously damaged and the source pool energy system is temporarily difficult to repair. If we cannot establish a peripheral fortification barrier, we will not even be able to gain a foothold." He then asked two third-level colleagues.
"This expedition fleet suffered heavy losses in order to penetrate the heavenly defense line. It even gave up several half-planes that it had finally occupied. Unless we can contact the other generals and ships, we will be fighting alone for a long time." One person nodded slightly and added.
"Report, 30,000 enemy troops are stationed three miles away from the base!"
"Report, the enemy cavalry is harassing the rear and trying to break into the vicinity of the general's ship to investigate the situation."
One after another, unfavorable information was delivered, which cast a layer of gloom on the minds of the senior commanding officers. What should be done if the combat strength of these 30,000 people was the same as that of the troops currently fighting.
At this time, someone needs to make a decision. The great martial artist who was silent in the end immediately said in a cold voice: "Since the lower-level troops are weak, then we will compete with the upper-level combat power, fight quickly, and implement beheading tactics!"
He stretched out his palm towards the dark place where Zhou Bai was, pinched and closed it, and it actually made an air explosion sound.
Zhou Bai was far away from him, but he was still keenly aware of the strong malice. This meant that a powerful enemy was targeting him.
After perfecting the Qi-watching technique, he was able to predict some good and bad fortunes and observe changes in his luck in a timely manner.
When he summoned the Book of Fortune from the spiritual platform and looked at it, a large amount of black and gray calamity energy gathered around the figure of Fortune. They formed a wave, impacting the foundation of Fortune one after another.
However, no matter how fierce these calamities are, the heavy foundation of luck is as unshakable as a rock, and even external luck is difficult to shake, let alone endangering life and affecting one's destiny.
It seems that it is not the Yangshen series that takes action, but the favor owed is a bit heavier.
But it was best to fight quickly. Zhou Bai glanced in the direction of Tingshan with a slightly heavy expression, where the mountain gods of Tingshan and the foreign gods fought.
Just now, the avatar of the God Lord sent Gui Yi over. Firstly, he told her that the divine court had been initially built in Pingcang and was integrating the power of Bei'an gods. Secondly, he told her about the arrival of the foreign god. The mountain god of Tingshan took the initiative to find this foreign god.
The fight was shocking before, but now nothing seems to have happened. Zhou Bai is a little worried about the situation there. After all, the Tingshan Mountain God is already very weak and often needs to sleep to preserve his strength.
Thinking of this, Zhou Bai slapped his horse's back, stepped on the clouds and soared into the sky, and at the same time, three sharp sounds of breaking through the sky came from the distance.
Taking a closer look, the three great martial artists actually achieved short-term flight by relying on their physical strength. With each step they took, air waves piled up at extremely fast speeds.
As a "witness" to the breakthrough of the martial arts master realm, Zhou Bai can be sure that even a martial arts master who is comparable to the second realm monks cannot achieve this level.
Even though they were hundreds of feet apart, they could still feel the heat waves of energy and blood on their bodies.
Seeing that Zhou Bai was preparing to meet their attack, a great martial artist grinned, his strength surged again, and he closed half the distance with one sprint.
The overflowing energy and blood rose into the sky, forming a billowing smoke of blood energy. The invisible majestic power turned into a tangible force, like a mountain pressing on Zhou Bai's shoulders.
Martial arts is about spirituality at the end. In the warrior sequence, is it just about cultivating Qi and blood?
Facing such a ferocious enemy of the same level, Zhou Bai dared to distract himself.
But this is not because he underestimates the enemy, but because he takes it too seriously and is ready to go all out!
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, and soon the most tyrannical martial artist had already approached Zhou Bai.
He could even clearly see the martial artist's bulging muscles with his naked eyes, and could hear the sound of Qi and blood flowing in his body, like a rushing river.
However, looking at his face, he shows a lack of longevity energy, which is not a sign of longevity.
Before the battle, Zhou Bai suddenly asked: "Is it difficult for you warriors to survive more than half a hundred years?"
The great martial artist was stunned, wondering how the indigenous leader knew the secret of their order, but he did not hold back any of his moves.
The fist was like a ferocious tiger, hitting Zhou Bai's door with huge force.
This punch was too fast. If you had distanced yourself in advance and prepared a protective spell, it would be okay, but if you were so close, you would definitely not have time to cast the spell.
This is just like a battle between an innate warrior and an ordinary Taoist monk. If the close warrior wins, if the monk throws the talisman in advance and uses Taoism, then the monk will definitely win.
As the top brass of a general ship, a lot of Tianyuan world information is open to them, and the great martial artist certainly knows this.
"Fighting against magicians of the same level, they dare not let me come forward easily. Just an indigenous monk, just die!"
However, in order to avoid any eventuality, he used his back force, Peng, and the sound of explosion sounded!
This is his secret skill for exerting force. Those who can receive these two powerful forces are only great martial arts masters of the same level, and they still need to go all out.
Ordinary monks with "fragile" bodies were hit by this punch, and the consequences can be imagined.
But the next moment, the scene of Zhou Bai's head being smashed into pieces did not appear.
Instead, there was the sound of cracking bones, breaking the sudden silence.
The great martial artist looked horrified, a fist as white as jade was pressing against his own fist, and the sound of bone cracking was coming from his arm.
The muscles and bones were broken, and the blood, which was far heavier than that of a mortal, gurgled out and dripped onto the ground, leaving small pits.
"You, you are a monk, how can your physical body have the power to shake mountains?!"
Zhou Bai didn't answer. He flipped his hand and punched again. The rich power of luck turned into pure power, and the proud dragon's roar sounded from somewhere.
The great martial artist had no time to react, and subconsciously waved his other hand to try to resist, but the result was that both arms were completely disabled.
And that hasty block did not release the power of the long fist at all. The overwhelming force collapsed his chest and shattered his internal organs.
The man's throat was full of blood, he couldn't speak, his whole body relaxed, and he fell hundreds of feet in the air. He was obviously dead.
The back and forth lasted only one round, and the other two great martial arts masters had just arrived. Before they could figure out the situation, they saw that the most powerful one among the three of them had been beaten to death.
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Isn't he a monk? !
The two of them were full of shock and confusion, and even a little afraid, because they had just killed a Zhou Bai of the same rank, and they were so calm at this time.
If it were purely physical strength, you should take a breather. However, Zhou Bai's breath was extremely stable, and he even used a dust-clearing technique to remove the blood stains on his palms and body first.
Something was wrong, something was really wrong. The two great martial arts masters really couldn't figure out Zhou Bai's details.
After they looked at each other, they all stopped walking in the air. The strength that was enough to support them was released, and their bodies suddenly fell.
This time it was Zhou Bai who was stunned for a moment and then ran away like this?
Aren’t you here to behead people, compete in high-level combat prowess, and plunder Bei’an’s resources?
But if you want to fight, you can fight, if you want to leave, you have to ask Zhou Baitong if he agrees.
The power of the Luck Dragon Fist has been tested, and he has exuded the soul power that he just transformed in the world of Da Sui.
The spiritual consciousness radiated in a radius of ten miles, and suddenly sank with the force of overwhelming the heaven and earth, and the soul majesty of the Lingxu Mirror was fully displayed.
General ships, fierce battlefields, military camps, Tingshan...
All living beings within a radius of ten miles feel their hearts tightening, as if they can't breathe.
A question appeared in their minds, what is that terrifying power?
This is the power of the Yangshen series, and it is also Zhou Bai's trump card to deal with the fourth sequence, but now he is going to use it on two great martial arts masters who do not cultivate their souls.
While the two of them ran towards the general ship with all their strength, they gave panicked orders in the telepathy network: "All telepathy master sequences, do their best to maintain the telepathy barrier to protect us!"
Since the great telepathic master is not here, they can only pray that the combination of these dozen telepathic masters can block the coming terrorist attack.
However, this level of mental barrier is as fragile as a piece of rice paper in front of Zhou Bai.
With a cold snort, the barrier ruptured. Whether they were first-level or second-level psychics, they all suffered mental backlash and fainted collectively.
Then two carefully condensed shocking thorns penetrated directly into the minds of the two great martial artists. Their eyes suddenly turned white and they silently lost all their vitality.
Without waiting for the reaction of the general who had lost his senior leadership, Zhou Bai took advantage of this time to use all his strength. He closed his eyes and the other side of Tingshan appeared in his mind.
Two gods faced each other from afar, one with strange divine patterns swimming on his body, standing in the wilderness, and one with the appearance of an ordinary middle-aged man, standing on the edge of Tingshan Mountain, firmly protecting the source of the Canglan River.
They are naturally the Qingxu Outer God and the Tingshan Mountain God. There is no fierce battle before, but they are just silently opposing each other.
Naturally, ordinary people cannot see the mystery inside, but Zhou Bai's soul is now transparent, and the full moon shines on it, so he naturally finds that the two gods are colliding on a spiritual level.
Sensing the appearance of a strange force, the Qingxu Outer God sent a message: "Huh? The indigenous Yin God dares to intervene in the battle between gods, so retreat quickly!"
As expected of an Outer God who carries the suppression of Heavenly Dao and possesses Yang God-level power, Zhou Bai's true cultivation level can be seen at a glance.
"Zhou Bai, you came just in time. Canglan will be fully recovered and I will leave it to you. This outer god is getting familiar with the rules of Tianyuan. I must take action with all my strength." At the right time, the divine mind of Tingshan Mountain God also completed contact and conveyed the message.
"If you use all your strength, what will be the consequences? Sleep? Or death?"
"Either sleeping for ten thousand years, or sleeping for a hundred thousand years... Our innate gods have no real meaning of death unless the Tianyuan world is destroyed."
Zhou Bai's heart moved, and he continued: "I will fulfill my promise to completely revive the Canglan Water God, and the day is coming soon. I just need to unify Dingzhou."
"But if Canglan wakes up and wakes up to find that you are not here, then what's the point of her recovery? Could it be that she has been withered for thousands of years like you?"
The questioning words did not offend the mountain god, because it was the truth.
After a moment of silence, the mountain god did not directly answer Zhou Bai's question, but said firmly: "The innate gods exist because of Tianyuan. It is our responsibility to drive away the foreign gods and protect Tianyuan."
"Canglan will understand me..."
Zhou Bai suddenly realized that in the deduced memory of his past life, the mountain god of Tingshan died fighting an alien god.
"What if I could give you the best of both worlds?"
Before the mountain god could respond, a sword light soared into the sky from several miles away, piercing the dark sky!
The three-foot sword gathers the fortunes of millions of people and hides its edge.
Take out the sheath and kill the foreign god!
