The situation on the battlefield is getting more and more chaotic.

The smell of blood completely spread throughout the battlefield.

All the air seemed to be mixed with the smell of blood.

In the messy battlefield, the sea of ​​fire, sea of ​​corpses, sea of ​​blood... decorates the entire battlefield into a tragic scene.

War has always been the endorsement of violence.

Tragedy is the most suitable word for describing war. Every minute and every second, dozens or even hundreds of people will die. Whether it is on the mirror or on the mirror, it is extremely tragic.

Song Ying took it for granted.

Absolute strength will indeed form a crushing state on the battlefield.

But this is not the only factor that determines war. Strength is always only part of war, but not the whole of war.

After becoming a mirror-based person, many martial arts masters and masters find their position, the battle situation has reached a stalemate.

People who are on the photo are really good at making up their lives! What are the fake deaths, cos people who are on the mirror... and other various tactics that make people on the mirror suffer. I don’t know how many powerful people who are on the mirror die in such a humble way.

The battlefield that spread over a hundred miles, there were broken limbs, broken arms, corpses, blood everywhere. These blood-looking things, which appeared in piles, have numbed people.

What's more, people devote all their energy to war, and these terrifying and bloody scenes have long been integrated with the battlefield.

People in war cannot feel these terrifying factors.

Their goal is to kill the people on the other side.

"They shouldn't be able to hold on for long."

Songying always pays attention to the situation in the war in the south.

"After all these humiliating methods are noticed by our people, they can't play any other new tricks."

Song Ying smiled confidently, "I believe that people from the south will retreat soon."

But Long Liang stared at the bottom with concern.

He was not as relaxed as he could win.

In particular, the four major sealed worlds are still in charge, and no one knows when Long Yihan and Luo Xin will take action.

What's more, he is a Chinese. He knows the background of Huawu. Even though his strength is far less than that of the mirror, he can still be entangled with the mirror for a long time.

At this moment! The world suddenly sounded extremely loudly! "The whole army withdrew from Xiajing! The whole army withdrew from Xiajing! The whole army withdrew from Xiajing! Retreat!!"

The sounds that resounded through the world suppressed all the chaotic sounds of the war, and the sounds were very loud between the world, and all those in the forbidden area heard them.

Long Liang suddenly froze.

He subconsciously looked at Song Ying beside him.

The sound just now was Song Ying's voice.

But when he saw Song Ying in shock, he subconsciously covered his mouth, thinking that his mouth was leaking, and the sound was like it was coming from his mouth, but he didn't feel it at all.

"You said you should withdraw your troops just now?"

Long Liang looked at him dumbfoundedly.

Song Ying shouted, "I didn't say anything!"

His frustrated face turned red.

"Then... look..." Long Liang pointed down.

The vast army of mirrors was stunned for a moment, and then they saw hundreds of thousands of troops retreating like a retreating tide.

The main forces such as Tianyin City in the south retreated when they saw the mirror and immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue them.

During the retreat, many people were lost to the mirror.

"Don't retreat! Don't retreat!"

Song Ying shouted, "Everyone keep fighting for me! Don't retreat!"

The people under the mirror couldn't help but look up at the City of Sky. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and had to continue rushing up again.

This time, it really wasted a lot of energy and energy among people in the mirror.

But before we could continue to fight, we heard a loud sound of 'Songying', "All people retreat after going down the mirror! Those who violate the order will be killed! Those who dare not retreat will be killed!"

When the people heard this, they dared not retreat! The many senior executives of the Mirror Frontline who were supervising the battle on the battlefield hurriedly led their subordinates to retreat again, and also shouted, "Retreat quickly! Retreat quickly! If you retreat slowly, kill them without any hesitation!"

The mirror surface seemed to have escaped again, and Saya retreated.

The people on the mirror were stunned, like melon-eating crowds, coming there to watch the group of people under the mirror go back and forth, running around.

Song Ying was completely stupid.

He subconsciously slapped himself. When he heard his voice just now, he was a little suspicious of life and thought that his mouth could speak.

"I said it?"

Song Ying looked at Long Liang in a daze.

The face on the left was all red by himself.

Long Liang shook his head in silence, "It shouldn't be, the voice was not coming from you."

Song Ying was angry! His figure suddenly floated in the sky, and he shouted at the bottom with his throat, "It was the enemy who used my voice to confuse everyone! Everyone ignored my voice! Bounce for me! Today, he broke through the southern defense line on the mirror in one fell swoop! Bounce for me! Don't worry about my voice anymore!!"

His face turned red with anger.

It is obvious that this is a mirror-based trick, and someone can imitate his voice exactly the same.

As soon as his voice fell, he sounded again in the sky, "Don't listen to the enemy! All retreat! Some of the enemy can imitate my voice! I want you to die! All retreat! All retreat! Those who violate the order will be killed!!"

Sung Ying was so angry that she had a toothache! He continued to yell, "Who dares to retreat! Those who violate the order will be killed!!"

Immediately afterwards, his voice continued, "Who is not retreating! Those who violate the order will be killed!!"

The battlefield below.

Hundreds of thousands of monks under the mirror, like stupid geese, stood there in a daze, looking up at Song Ying in the air with a dumbfounded look.

It's like watching a two fool.

Are you fooling us?

Retreat, sometimes not retreat, sometimes listening to you, sometimes not listening to you, sometimes not listening to you, which one is the real one is confused.

In particular, these two completely opposite commands are all lost.

This is even more afraid to make people act rashly.

And at this time.

The photogenic people rushed back violently.

Many martial arts masters lying in the corpse and martial arts masters suddenly "scam the corpse". Various Huawu people who were mingling in the crowd of people in the mirror also took out their weapons.

In an instant, many casualties were caused to the people who were under the mirror.

But the people who came down the mirror did not dare to act rashly, for fear that they would break the order of Song Ying.

They were like wooden stakes, and were stolen by Huawu people.

"Let them retreat!"

Long Liang shouted, "Everyone is so beaten up that he has no intention of fighting. Come back first!"

Song Ying gritted his teeth angrily, but he had no choice but to compromise with this inexplicable voice, "The whole army retreated..." He said frustrated and weakly.

Finally, I heard the unanimous order! Hundreds of thousands of people were retreating like a tide.

One by one, they rose up and returned to the city of the sky, like a large army of locusts, with endless black figures rising up, and all of them withdrew.

The chaos of the battlefield was only shockingly revealed at this moment.

It formed a stream of blood, with corpse mountains of all sizes, and fingers, arms, and heads scattered on the scorched earth... When everything stopped, the beginning of this catastrophe battle revealed its true abominable face.

I don't know how many people died in this short hour.

Blood, corpses, broken limbs and broken arms... These seem to have become numb things, so that people who have experienced this war did not even feel anything.

It seems not as terrifying as I thought.

After experiencing all this, as long as you don’t die, it seems that there is nothing scary in the world.

The Huawu army finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

It seems that after walking through the Hall of Hell, those who can survive are undoubtedly lucky.

After the entire army of Xiajing retreated, Huawu also retreated in an orderly manner and retreated outside the restricted area like a tide.

Song Ying stared indifferently at the retreating Huawu army.

"The Demonic Tribe, Feng Du; Sha Tribe, Han Jiu."

Song Ying shouted coldly.

Among the many immortals, a middle-aged man and an old man came out.
To be continued...