The gathering of these Taiyi and Sanqing realms did not affect the progress of the war. Anyway, they did not participate in this war.

Fengyun Shang and others were still waiting for support, waiting left and right, but they couldn't wait. When they looked up at the sky, they were affected by the magical power of an unknown Taiyi monk.

When we arrived, the monks in the Taiyi realm were also struggling with life and death, and they felt a little more balanced.

"Damn it, why aren't the reinforcements coming? If you don't come, just wait for me to collect my body." The commander of the Songnan Prefecture's army cursed. He was a rude man, so it was natural that he would sound ugly when he cursed like this. Feng Yun Shang

They didn't stop them. They were fighting such a heavenly battle, wandering on the edge of life and death, and couldn't wait for help. There was a sense of depression in their hearts. If they were not allowed to vent it and kept it in their hearts, they would end up...

There will be problems.

Although Xiu Xiu's heart is stronger than that of ordinary people, when faced with matters of life and death, everyone is actually the same. It's just that after these emotions are accumulated, the limit that a monk can endure may not be achieved by ordinary people after several battles.

Venting and relaxing will blow up the camp. The monk just expanded the number of words to more than ten times.

That's all.

However, the position that should be defended still needs to be defended. Everyone is a soldier, so we are afraid of it, but those who run away in the face of battle will not be the mainstream after all.

"Stop fucking scolding, let the formation master come over quickly." Fengyun Shang cursed and kicked the commander on the butt. In the raging war, who can care about being polite.

Compared with before, the relatively precious formation is very tired. He is gray and dusty, and his body is covered with dirt and blood. Let him go back now, and make sure that his mother doesn't even know that this is his son. After the formation master comes,

No nonsense, just three times, five times and two times will fix the formation.

He couldn't have set up such a formation originally, and even just repairing it was very difficult. The reason why he is so handy now is because he is familiar with it.

Taking advantage of the gap before the ancient soldiers rushed up, Fengyun Shang stuffed some pills into his mouth. He didn't know what they were for, but they were for healing wounds, restoring divine power, and relieving fatigue...

.As long as it is the type of elixir that Shenting has, it is possible.

There was no time to activate the power of the medicine and swallow the pill. When the ancient army rushed up, it would only have a weak effect. Taking the pill was not so much to restore the state as to seek psychological relief.

The safety of the enemy: We have not yet run out of ammunition and food, and we can still persevere.

Feng Yun leaned on the fortifications, looking into the distance, wanting to bite some foxtail grass, but unfortunately, there was no foxtail grass nearby for him to pick.

"The bastards are here again. Set fire to say hello." The commander saw the ancient soldiers rushing up from a distance and called out. The soldiers of the Yunjuan Army responded scatteredly, as if this was a response.

This was the last strength they had left in their bodies. However, each of them still plundered all the last divine power in their bodies and injected it into the attack formation.

The colorful formations lit up, clearing away a large area of ​​the soldiers who were rushing up. However, at the same time, the attacking formations also shattered. After all, they reached their limit. Even if they were repaired over and over again, they would only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

, cannot change the fate of the formation being shattered.

"You're done, let's get out." The commander's face was blank for a moment, and then he turned to look at Feng Yun Shang and asked for his consent. Feng Yun Shang was silent for a while, and the Laojun sword on his waist made a long sound. Since the last time

After being held by Laojun's clone, the sword became much more violent, as if it was asleep before, but now it wants to kill people when it wakes up.

"The enemy has advanced thirty steps, call me." Feng Yun Shang said, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and remained silent. The commander of Songnan Prefecture's army stood beside Feng Yun Shang, looking at the enemy troops coming from a distance.

Because they had been hit by the formation before, these ancient soldiers were a little timid, preparing for the second wave of attacks. However, after waiting for a long time, no second wave of attacks came, and another ancient formation master deduced that Fengyun

Shang's formation had reached its limit, so the ancient soldiers rushed forward with cheers.

One hundred steps, fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps.

"City Lord, the enemy has advanced thirty steps." The commander of the Songnan Mansion roared, already holding his magic weapon in his palm. The soldiers of the Yunjuan Army also held their breath and kept wiping sweat from their hands on their clothes.

Although the war has been very tragic so far, the tragedy is only on the side of the ancient tribe. As the defensive side, Fengyun Shang and the others relied on the blessing of the war and the advantage of the terrain. It is true that the battle was very tiring, but the casualties were

It may not be many. At least the casualties are still far away from the collapse of the Yunjuan Army.

But the next step is different. Next, they will lose the protection of the formation, and the advantage of the terrain will become worthless. The casualties will inevitably increase several times, and relatively speaking, the ancient tribe, as the attacker, controls the battlefield.

The rhythm is relatively relaxed, and now it can be said that I am just waiting for work.

Maybe, the collapse will be at the next moment.

"Kill." The word "kill" came out. Fengyun Shang already held the Laojun Sword in his hand and used a tribulation sword to kill. But this time the tribulation sword was a little different. Hongjun, who was sitting high in the sky, saw this sword.

, a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Good."

A sword aroused the murderous aura on the battlefield, and followed it like a shadow. The soldiers of the ancient tribe seemed to see thousands of enemy troops rushing towards them, and their faces were ferocious, quite intrusive and terrifying.

"Is this Taoist Tongtian's robbery sword?" The Taiyi realm monk who was in charge of the ancient clan's attack chuckled and didn't take it to heart. His support was just a show of appearance. Those who really dominated the battlefield were

Brother Da Luo, the reason why he has to take such unnecessary steps is because he is worried about the Immortal Court.

It would be best if the immortals ignored it, and everyone would train their troops according to the established plan and temper the newcomers. But if the immortals showed signs of getting angry, the Taiyi realm monks from both sides would quickly take over the battlefield, and the Sanqing monks would also end up one after another.

After a real fight, each of them looked for excuses and opportunities to retreat.

Therefore, even though he saw Fengyun Shang's sword and judged that he was Hongjun's disciple based on the information he had, he did not say anything or remind the commander of the ancient tribe to take care of Fengyun Shang. Instead, he was concerned about Fengyun Shang.

Shang was very interested in this plan to steal the sword.

"It is worthy of being a place favored by destiny, and another great talent has emerged." The Taiyi monk from the ancient clan sighed. If he remembers correctly, Hongjun's little disciple is only in the realm of gods. This kind of
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