The sun rises on the east mountain and the sun shines brightly.

Between the heaven and earth, outside the city of Xin, the morning light is like a tide, slowly advancing from east to west, dispelling the darkness and revealing the real scene under the shadow.

It was a dark tide, like a dense group of fish under the sea, and it was impossible to count the specific number.

Arriving on the top of Xincheng, two big flags were erected.

One pole is the domain flag representing the Zhongling.

The other pole is embroidered with a long sword that is flowing and dusty.

The sword flag representing the sword sect.

Under the sword flag, Wuju Sword Master stood at the top of the city and looked out.

After the Lord of Gu Qiu Peak died, the Lord of Haoran Peak's cultivation was completely dispersed, Xie Qingyun was missing, Jian Huang and others died in the Battle of the Three Cities, Wuju Sword Master became the leader of the Sword Sect at this time.

Although the Sword Sect at this time could hardly be considered as a sect. Xie Qingyun and Lu Qingshan brought more than 1,000 sword cultivators from the Eastern Region, only more than 200 people were left.

The lethality of the sword cultivators on the battlefield is beyond doubt, but because they are too strong, they have to shoulder the most important responsibility, which has led to this huge loss.

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The cruel war has begun for a long time, and the black Demon Army of Instagram has been passing through the border like a locust, constantly rushing forward like a tide.

Blood burns with fire.

The leaders of the demon army are still the Tianlang Demon Lord and the Xiyuan Demon Lord.

They are full of energy.

Although they didn't know at this moment that they had inexplicably become the soul master of the most powerful demon lord above them in the Wujian Realm, and the Demon Lord of the Dongqi have all fallen.

This time the demon attack was so fierce and fierce that it was far better than the previous confrontation on the front line battlefield.

Because, both the human race and the demon race knew very well that this would be the last battle.

One battle determines the outcome and the ownership of the spirit.

So both parties have no reservations and will spare no expense.

The elite demon army of the demon race continued to charge towards the Longye Mountains.

The Central Spirit Array that the human race spent several months to arrange was just formed and faced a huge test.

At the beginning, with the help of the Long Night Mountains, the human monks who arrived in Xincheng seized the opportunity and gave the demon army a head-on blow.

But that's all.

The Demon Army did not lose its own way because of the loss, and they were still advancing layer by layer without any rush.

As a result, the Long Night Mountains became a bloody meat mincing field before.

Every inch of land suddenly invades blood.

Naturally, it is impossible for human monks to defend blindly, and they need to rely on the advantage of the Zhongling formation to kill the enemy.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful the formation is, it will not be able to withstand the attacks of the demons over the years.

Due to the advantage of the geographical location, human monks have a basis for advancement and retreat, and the proportion of casualties is smaller than that of the demons.

However, the demons didn't care about these things at all.

Because their overall strength is far greater than that of the human race.

Therefore, the proportion of casualties is not painful or itchy. If the proportion is consumed, the human monks who arrived in Xincheng will be exhausted and they will lose half of their manpower.

What can't be afforded is the human race, not their demon race.

This is exactly the advantage of the demon clan.

Now they don’t need any planning at all, they just need to crush the human race with absolute strength.

As for how to rack your brains and exchange smaller losses for greater casualties to the enemy, that is something that only humans should consider.

Indeed, it was as expected by the demons.

Faced with the upright open conspiracy card played by the demons, the commanders of the human coalition were in a state of great anxiety.

The Central Spirit Formation is still standing, but the damage to their human race is already quite heavy.

The coalition monks who retreated from the spiritual sea tide had not recovered from their exhausted state, and then they ushered in such a high-intensity offensive and defensive battle.

This is a great test of their will

Arrive in Xincheng, the city lord's mansion.

The human monks were all concentrated on the battlefield at this moment, and the city lord's mansion was extremely empty, with only Li Shiyi.

After dissipating his energy, he was unable to participate in the battle anymore, so he rested alone in the city lord's mansion.

However, the news of the battle situation was not blocked and was always fed back to him, allowing Li Shiyi to know the situation and the situation on the front line.

Li Shiyi understood that this was the tactic of the demon clan, and he exchanged his life for life until the human race was replaced by the day when the human race was completely collapsed.

No plan can stop such a plot.

This is undoubtedly hopeless.

The footsteps of the demons were firm and heavy, approaching them inch by inch.

Li Shiyi was unable to participate in the battle, and he had no intention of calculating his casualties. He just looked at the distant West.

"Where is the turn of opportunity, where is the sect leader's side, and what's the situation now?"

The war was in such a cruel situation, and seven days passed.

The demon army once again charged against the Zhongling Formation.

In the seven days, the human monks had no idea how many times the demon army had repelled such charges.

Whether it is them or the demon army, they are so familiar with this scene that they are a little tired of it.

But this time, it's a little different.

This time the demon army seemed extremely neat, forming a battle formation of ten thousand people.

The demon war formation composed of tens of thousands of people has already charged forward.

The next moment, infinite demons soared into the sky, forming a demon soul shadow as high as a hundred feet high. He held up a hammer and thrust hard at the light curtain of the Zhongling Array.

Dong!

The dull sound is like the sound of a drum, extremely powerful, resounding throughout the world.

The huge ripples spread out on the light curtain, dispersing the terrifying force into the ground, which actually caused the ground to tremble slightly.

The mountain was shaken!

And the demon soul shadow lasted for only this moment, as if its birth was to swing this hammer.

However, the human monks in the city of Xin could see clearly that the Ten Thousand Demon Army who built the battle formation quickly changed the formation and flew to both sides, leaving the position.

And the second battle formation of ten thousand troops of the demon clan has been inserted at the right time.

The same battle formation, the same hundred-foot demon soul shadow, the same shocking hammer, and the middle spirit formation.

The whole process is flowing and has an extremely smooth beauty.

The deafening sound of sledgehammers rang out in the battlefield, one after another, and continued.

The Demon Clan's Ten Thousand Army formation is constantly forming a battle formation and bombarding the light curtain with a sledgehammer.

The Zhongling Formation began to shake, and although it never fell, it was really scary.

Attacking is like a storm that makes people feel unpleasant to breathe.

Due to the strong devil army, the human monk coalition could only be in a passive defensive position.

The only thing they can do now is to do their best to guard the Long Night Mountains, keep the last line of defense of the human race tightly and impenetrablely, as solid as a soup

In the Zhongling Array.

The Wuju Sword Lord, covered in blood, looked at the battle formation of the ten thousand demon army that was rushing like a tide. He rubbed his face tiredly, then turned his head to look at the many figures behind him.

His eyes flew over the familiar faces of Situ, Tianxing, and others such as the Qingmei King of Great Xia to Ziyun Elder of Zhulong Palace.

The once-suffering coalition of middle-spirit monks, now there are only so many people left.

Moreover, the faces of these people were as strong as him, and they were also filled with a strong sense of fatigue.

The Master Wuju Sword grinned, then took a deep breath and burst into laughter.

"There is no strong clan in the world who will not die and lose its territory."

"Looking at history, our human race has never been a weak race!"

The moment the sound fell, the figure of the Wuju Sword Lord had turned into a sword light and swept out.

At that time, the huge sledgehammer came again.

clang!

Suddenly, a huge sword energy surged in the wind and condensed into a green bird, with all its scales and claws, and its momentum was rippling.
To be continued...