At this time, the collision has changed from a simple battle between individuals to a competition between the armies of both sides.

The two armies were biting each other violently like two tireless beasts, splattering flesh and blood, and casualties suddenly increased.

"Even if ten are replaced, we will be the one who wins in the end." Fang Sen said with a cold face.

In fact, if we continue to fight like this, the losses of the Lan Yu Kingdom army are far less serious than he said. Because as the number of people died more and more, the blood evil spirit produced is becoming more and more intense, and it is also absorbed by the military formation, which in turn is constantly increasing the power of the military formation.

At this time, the Lan Yu Kingdom military formation was like a monster that was constantly devouring blood and life. Although it was constantly injured in the battle, it was also becoming more crazier and stronger, thus having a stronger attack power. This is a cycle of continuous strengthening. As long as the soldiers in the Lan Yu Kingdom military formation were not completely exhausted, this trend of constantly becoming stronger will not stop in a short period of time.

On the contrary, the barbarians gradually weakened their strength due to the continuous casualties of their personnel. It was like a beast gradually losing blood. No matter how strong it was, when the wounds were covered with blood and the blood was about to dry up, it would eventually be impossible to escape death.

Although Al Zhanhu was reckless and impulsive, as the young leader of the barbarian tribe, he not only had a bravery vision that ordinary barbarians did not have.

Especially at this moment, when he was leading the charge, he was also watching from all directions. Then he found that the bodies of many tribe members who died in the battle had become shriveled in a short period of time, as if they were dried bacon after being released with blood. This made him realize that something was wrong.

Especially when Al Zhanhu noticed that since the war started, after so long after so many crazy battles, even the brave and good barbarians began to show some fatigue, the soldiers on the Lan Yu Kingdom opposite were still full of fighting spirit, and facing the tragic death of countless comrades and the bloody and flesh-splattering scene, not only did they not show the fear they should have, but their eyes shone brightly and were extremely excited, just like some pills they had taken, which really made Al Zhanhu feel extremely strange.

"It's not right. In the past, when humans fought with us, they would soon collapse when they suffered heavy casualties. Rarely, they became more and more brave as they do now. This is too abnormal." This situation made Al Zhanhu, who was like a fighting madman, noticed something was wrong.

In fact, Al Zhanhu was not a stubborn person on the battlefield. He reacted quickly on the changes on the battlefield.

"Zhanhu, I'm very happy that you can find these." Al Qingtian smiled, looking very ferocious because a lot of blood was splattered on his face. He said, "Being able to remain calm during the battle means that you have made great progress again. If the Barbarian King knew about it, he would be very happy. This is also his intention to come with me."

When he heard Al Zhanhu ask this, even though the situation was unfavorable, Al Qingtian was still very happy, because Al Zhanhu was the son of the Barbarian King. He was able to start thinking about things with his brain, which was a big event for the barbarians and worthy of celebration.

"Sure enough, there is a problem, then...what is going on?" Al Zhanhu restrained his impatience and impatientness when facing Al Qingtian in the past and said respectfully.

"What you said is wrong is related to the military formation used by the Lan Yu Kingdom army." Al Qingtian said: "Although I am not very good at formations, I can feel that this military formation is like raising a terrible soul. Before it wakes up, it needs to swallow enough blood, evil energy and life."

"Is the soul you are talking about the same as the soul of our ancestors?" Al Zhanhu asked, looking up at the ancient beast above his head that was constantly rushing and tearing the blood evil spirit in the air as they fought. This ancient beast is the soul of the ancestors of the barbarians.

"Of course it's different." Al Qingtian shook his head and said with a bit of hatred on his face: "The soul of our ancestors comes from the belief and worship of all tribesmen. This terrible soul nurtured in the human army comes from evil magic, and cannot be compared at all."

"What should we do now?" asked Al Zhanhu.

"Wait." Seeing that Al Zhanhu looked puzzled, Al Qingtian pointed to Xia Fan in the distance and said, "It is not impossible for us to break through the siege, but it will lose too many tribe members' lives, so we need his help."

"But we came to help him, but now we asked him to help us, then..." Al Zhanhu was a little confused. Because he really couldn't figure out whether he had paid back the favor he owed Xia Fan in this way, or had owed more favors again.

"Boom boom boom..."

Al Qingtian's mouth moved, and just wanted to persuade Al Zhanhu not to think too much about these things, Xia Fan, who had been standing by and watching the enemy since the battle between the barbarians and the Lan Yuguo army, took action.

This time he did not ask Al Zhanhu again whether he needed his own help. Although he asked this, under the current situation, Al Zhanhu would definitely not refuse again. In this way, it would be equivalent to owing him a favor again. However, if he did this, it would be easy to completely break the relationship between the two sides.

Although Xia Fan didn't deal with the barbarians many times, he knew that the barbarians were quite good at face, so if they gave them enough face in such matters of life and death, they would be able to gain more benefits. In a sentence that the barbarians often said, it is: barbarians will not let their real friends suffer losses.

Of course, Xia Fan took action directly, in addition to the above considerations, it was also because the time was just right.

On the surface, it seems that the confrontation between the barbarians and the Lan Yu Kingdom army is still in progress, and there is a time when neither side has an absolute advantage. However, through previous careful observations and repeated calculations, Xia Fan found that the battle situation has actually reached a critical point that is about to decide the final victory or defeat.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he does not take action now or delays for a while, then as the blood evil energy condensed in the Lan Yuguo army reaches a certain level, he will completely complete the leap from quantitative change to qualitative change.

At that time, the situation will be completely out of control. To be more precise, it will slide towards the side that is not conducive to the barbarians. Because the Lan Yu Kingdom military formation will be like a snowball that has been gradually pushed to a high snow slope. As long as it is pushed down, the back will be bigger and unstoppable. If it is true that at that time, not to mention that the remaining eight or nine thousand people of the barbarians will only be crushed into slag, even if he has made every effort and helps him to the death, it will probably not be of great effect.

All this is a bit exaggerated, but in fact it is normal. In the end, it is a process of accumulating momentum and then erupting again. One drop of water is nothing great, but when countless drops of water gather into a torrent and break through the dike, it is enough to destroy everything. The military formation actually has many similarities with this.

Why can the army be used only in the army, and only thousands of soldiers can exert their powerful power together? It is because the accumulation process will be very slow and the price will be hundreds of lives. If it weren't for this, the army will be invincible wherever the army goes, and there is no room for cultivation sects and families to survive.

"Start up, swish..."

Before he finished speaking, the nine soul banners behind Xia Fan had already roared out, crossing more than thousands of feet away, and landed directly in front of Xia Fan and on both sides of the left and right sides.

Each of them has three ten thousand soul banners, which forms a three-talent formation for mother and son. The temporary formation does not mean how mysterious it is, but more practical it is. Of course, the formation arranged from Xia Fan’s hands has unpredictable changes, which is unimaginable even the formation master can hardly imagine.

The three talents are heaven, earth and man. This is the most commonly used formation when setting up formations. Although it is simple, it is always prosperous, which shows that it has an unparalleled advantage. If you don’t say anything about it, the first one is stability.

At this time, Xia Fan used the Ten Thousand Soul Banner as the cornerstone of the formation. He first used three Ten Thousand Soul Banners to form three sons and three talent formations, and then used these three three talent formations to form a large mother and three talent formation. In this way, the mother and son are in harmony and complement each other inside and outside. I dare not say that it is a stable Mount Tai and indestructible, but it is not easy to disperse it.

"Send troops." Xia Fandao.

"Affect the order." The figure flashed, and Dudu appeared in the air, his tender face was full of solemnity, and said, "Abide by the orders of the young master, all souls will come out together. Huhuhu..."

In an instant, the nine-pole Ten Thousand Soul Banner was covered with soul soldiers and soul generals. The spirit beasts were the soul bodies of pure blood spirit beasts. They were all silent, but they had an indescribable ferocious and solemn intention.

"Crash the formation." Xia Fan said, and the man had already rushed out. However, the direction he was heading was far away from the position where the barbarians attacked.

"What is Xia Fan doing?" At first, Al Zhanhu felt very happy when he saw Xia Fan taking action, but he was still happy in general. After all, no matter how fierce the barbarians are, they are not willing to die. If someone helps, they can break through the siege, and fools are unhappy.

But now when Ar Zhanhu saw that Xia Fan did not meet with him, he went elsewhere, he couldn't help but feel surprised and puzzled. He really couldn't figure out what Xia Fan sold in the gourd.

"Zhanhu, if you can trust me, then lead your tribe members to rush forward again." Xia Fan's voice came into Al Zhanhu's ears at this moment, and he said, "Don't rush too far, just move forward about thirty feet."

"Just thirty zhang is useless, uh, okay, then?" Ar Zhanhu rushed out thirty zhang when he heard this, and immediately thought it had no value. But when he saw Xia Fan looking at him, he scratched his head and asked.

"I will tell you that if you want to break through the military formation of Lan Yu Kingdom, now we can only work together. Of course, the most important thing is that you have to trust me." At this time, Xia Fan naturally cannot explain so much to Al Zhanhu.

"Trust, trust. Bang bang bang..." Al Zhanhu hit his chest with his fist and said, "As long as you can break this bird array, I will do whatever you say. Isn't it thirty feet? A small matter is not a problem even if it is fifty feet."

"It's not necessary to have fifty feet, just thirty feet, one foot cannot be more than half an inch," the mystery of the formation is not enough, not even a minute less, and the difference is a thousand miles away. This is the reason. When Xia Fan heard that Al Zhanhu was so full of money, he hurriedly reminded him.

It is obvious that once this guy gets angry, it will be troublesome if he really kills him.

"It's so troublesome!" Al Zhanhu scratched his head, but out of trust in Xia Fan's previous skills, he finally agreed: "Just listen to you, and say thirty feet is thirty feet."

While speaking, Al Zhanhu had already waved the giant axe in his hand and began to drive the barbarian warriors surrounded by him to rush forward.

The distance of thirty feet is nothing in normal times. Maybe Al Zhanhu can easily reach it with just one step, but with the dense attacks of soldiers in front of him, it is absolutely difficult for a burst of energy to break through thirty feet.

Seeing that Al Zhanhu and Xia Fan had reached a tacit understanding, Al Qingtian did not ask much, but sounded the trumpet again to inspire his morale, and also used it to attack the military formation of Lan Yu Kingdom.

"Kill, kill, kill! Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
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