The Monk

Chapter 1037 Soldiers Retreat

While they were surrounding them, a team flew up from behind the soldiers, all dressed in gold and armor, and charged towards the team in black.

These two teams are equivalent to their respective elite teams, and they will kill endlessly when they appear. Before they appeared, cultivators from both sides had rules to follow when killing people. At least everyone had the same level of cultivation. Even if they wanted to kill easily, they had to have this strength. Therefore, although the scene was tragic, the casualties on both sides were still controlled within a certain range. However, as soon as these two teams appear, human life is no longer human life, like weeds that can be trampled at will.

Wherever they passed, they made no distinction between friend and foe. As long as there was anyone blocking the way, they would kill and drive them away with one move. The team of 300 people, in groups of three, were like sharp arrows that shot out and never looked back.

After the black-clad team appeared, the pressure on Zhang Wen and others was greatly reduced, and it was rare for them to relax for a moment. At this moment of fighting, I forgot that I was a cultivator, but a soldier rushing forward to kill, and I felt a little strange in my heart.

Since the black-clad team appeared, Mao Si, Big Man and others stopped advancing and stabilized the defense line. They neither advanced nor retreated, and just stood on this line and seemed to kill. Zhang was afraid that he would naturally follow their footsteps, so he carefully dealt with the soldiers who attacked him while paying attention to the black-clad team.

The big man beside him said casually: "Don't look at it, no matter how brave they are, no one is willing to go."

Zhang is afraid that he doesn't understand why no one wants to go to such a terrifying team here.

Not only Mao Si and others stopped moving forward, but also the nearly 10,000 cultivators on their front. It seemed that these 300 people could guard the gate on their behalf.

Because the cultivators guarding the gate stopped and soldiers swarmed around them, more than three hundred black-clad murderers were surrounded by the enemy. However, these people were not in a hurry, and their faces were calm, as if they were not fighting, but in the garden. Appreciating flowers, walking and raising their feet are all very relaxed gestures, but this kind of ease is always detrimental, and no one who stands in front of them can withstand a single round.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful they are, there are only more than 300 people, while their opponents have tens of thousands of people fighting desperately to besiege them, and each and every one of them sacrifices their lives to keep them here.

At this moment, another black team flew behind Zhang Weijing, and then another one. A total of three black teams were like three sharp arrows, which shot directly into the ranks of soldiers, killing people more than chopping vegetables. Still simple. Judging from the fighting situation between the two sides at this time, the soldiers did not seem to be very powerful.

Cultivators and soldiers have fought countless battles. Both sides understand each other's fighting habits. They saw three black-clothed battle teams showing their majesty. While the soldiers were entangled with their lives, dozens of golden-armored battle teams flew in, and the team just now They surrounded the three teams together, and several masters used strong gun skills to directly attack them.

We are originally in the realm of gods, and we can use spells quickly. However, because there are many people on the battlefield and accidents are easy to happen, we rarely use spells that take a little time. At this time, there are countless soldiers acting as substitutes to die, Gao Xiu The player then frees up his hands to attack his opponent with spells.

This spell attack was more ferocious than the pile of fireballs that had just attacked Zhang Ping. A weak-looking thin sword stabbed directly at the black-clad team. Of course, there was a shield to defend against the long sword thrust. A huge golden shield appeared in the void, blocking the man in black.

If we only look at the virtual sword and the real shield, it is obvious that the shield is slightly better, but in fact, several thin swords were thrust through, and the huge golden shield was pierced.

The black-clad team was very familiar with the attack methods of the soldiers. When the golden shield was first broken, someone shouted: "Disperse." The team immediately dispersed, turning from one sharp arrow into a pile of sharp arrows, stabbing the soldiers. among.

They understand the soldiers, and the soldiers understand them. As soon as the black-clothed team dispersed, several gold-armored teams immediately divided and surrounded them. The more people they had, the more human shields they had, so everyone could make full use of their spells, and various strange spells were seen attacking the dispersed black-clad team. Team members.

At this moment, the huge air shield outside the battlefield flashed with light, and tongues of fire spurted out from the huge star hole behind Zhang Zaizhen, burning toward cracks and holes. I don’t know how this fire came from, and it can burn the air shield out of thin air.

As soon as the red fire appears, the soldiers immediately withdraw their troops. The fire seems to have a way to restrain the soldiers. As long as the soldiers are touched by the flames, their movements will immediately become difficult, and Zhang Ai can reap the lives of his opponents as much as he wants.

When the red fire burned all over the protective air shield in the sky, rows of giant cannons suddenly appeared in the starry sky outside the air shield, all aimed at the air shield. No one could hear the appropriate order, and thousands of cannons were heard firing in unison. Blast towards the air shield.

Look at those cannons, look at the momentum, maybe they are going to blow up the entire star. Unfortunately, although the cannon was powerful, it could only extinguish the red fire and was of no use with the air shield. It was as if the wind was blowing and the air shield did not even move. No wonder the soldiers did not discharge the cannon when they first attacked the air shield.

The cannon blasted away the red fire, and the air shield could not recover on its own. More soldiers rushed towards the air shield, holding giant axes made of strange materials to chop at the air shield. Not long after, holes appeared again in the air shield.

But when the cannon stopped bombarding, Honghuo came out to burn the air shield again. No matter how cold-blooded the soldiers were, they had to wait for the soldiers attacking the air shield to retreat before they could bombard them. When the attacking soldiers retreated, Honghuo could quickly repair the air shield. Seeing Honghuo repairing the air shield, the cannon will explode again to extinguish the red fire, and then the soldiers will attack the air shield again, forming a cycle.

During this cycle, teams of soldiers rushed into the air shield from time to time, and naturally many soldiers were repulsed and killed. Tens of thousands of people on both sides fought fiercely, forming a temporary stalemate. The black-clad team, which was supposed to break the deadlock, failed to play the role it should have after tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of battles in the past, allowing its opponents to understand their fighting methods. Soldiers in golden armor surrounded them, and many were injured or killed.

If the battle situation remains like this, the final outcome, at best, will be nothing more than a lose-lose situation. Zhang is afraid to think about it. The gods will never tolerate such things happening. He wants to ask others, but the people around him are not high in cultivation and fight with the soldiers with all their strength. , unlike him who is so relaxed, there is no time and mood to pay attention to him.

Zhang Ai kills easily, and the big man around him benefits a lot. He only needs to deal with one side of the enemy. Zhang Ai is able to kill all the enemies on this side, so there is no need to worry at all.

It's nothing more than killing people, nothing more than blood and flesh flying everywhere, a little more brutal, and more blood will be shed. It can be said that Zhang Zhen grew up in the battle. Although he often thinks of ways to escape, it does not affect his understanding of the battle. understanding, so he kills people without mercy. No matter how kind a person is, his kindness needs to distinguish between the timing and the target. To be kind to your enemies is to find trouble for yourself.

This battle lasted for five hours, almost a day. Nearly half of the cultivators on the defensive side were killed or injured, and the soldiers suffered even more casualties, more than double the number. However, the most tragic ones were the three teams in black. At this time, less than a hundred people were still standing and fighting. On the other hand, although the opponent's golden-armored guards suffered serious casualties, there were still many people. At this time, there were still several teams surrounding the man in black.

As for the huge outermost air shield, it has been tossing between repair and rupture for a long time. It is precisely because of its powerful self-repair function that it blocks the path of the soldiers and prevents the few cultivators from being defeated miserably.

After killing for a full five hours, the number of balls on the soldiers' heads that Zhang was afraid of had already exceeded a hundred, perhaps close to a thousand, indicating that he had indeed killed many people. Zhang was afraid that he was a little tired of the killing, so he complained out of boredom: "When will it end?"

As if his call had an effect, there were many military tents lined up at the exit of the Star Cave. At this time, soldiers from the gods were flying in formation from the direction of the big tent. After a while, you could see groups of golden or golden soldiers. Silver, red, or white divine warriors came to the battlefield. These people are a new force with high cultivation and large numbers. They can control the entire battle situation as soon as they enter the battlefield. The strength of each of them is not weaker than that of the black team, easily defeating the soldiers, presenting a one-sided killing scene.

At this time, Mao Si said a rare word: "Let's go." After saying that, he retreated and flew back. The big man followed. Zhang Weijing hesitated and left with him. Not only did they leave, but the remaining cultivators on the entire defensive line behaved like this. Seeing that the enemy was exhausted, they did not attack head-on. Instead, they retreated and ignored them.

In fact, there is really no need to pay attention to it. The gods' soldiers appeared and easily defeated the soldiers, forcing them to retreat one by one to the air holes in the rear that had not yet recovered. If someone is caught in the middle of the soldiers at this time, they will definitely be killed by the soldiers of the gods. These people kill people more crazily than the black team.

Zhang Ai watched them kill while flying back, thinking: "It turns out we are just here to die."

Originally, cultivators who had ascended from the Three Realms had to replace the people from the God Realm to fight against the enemy, which was already very frustrating. But I didn't expect that even if you work hard for others, people in the God Realm may not look down on you. Here, cultivators who used to be superior in all walks of life suddenly turned into cannon fodder. If the cannons outside the star's air shield can really get in, they will become real cannon fodder.

Seeing all this, Zhang Ping was of course depressed, but so what if he was depressed? Aren’t you advancing and retreating at the same time as others?

With nearly 10,000 cultivators like Zhang Weijing rushing for the God Realm soldiers, the God Realm soldiers who retained their strength easily won, and successively eliminated groups of soldiers and sergeants, forcing the soldiers to quickly gather together.

There are chasing soldiers in front, and there is a gas barrier behind them. The soldiers are surrounded. If they can't think of a way to deal with it, the soldiers of the gods will easily kill them all. At this moment, several soldiers flew out from among the soldiers. They didn't know what kind of magic they used. They slammed into the air shield. Their bones and flesh were scattered into blood foam, and the blood mist splashed all over the sky. This blood mist splashed onto the transparent surface. On the air mask, turn this piece of air mask into a residual red.

The air shield turned red and seemed to have lost its protective effect. Countless soldiers rushed towards the air shield and saw the light flashing on the air shield. Tens of thousands of soldiers had already fled outside the air shield.

No matter what kind of restriction or formation, it is many, many times easier to destroy it from the inside than from the outside. Soldiers rely on this to sacrifice their own lives to cover the escape of their companions.