At the foot of Mingwu Mountain, there are three positions in total, with the Junzi Sword in the center as the core forming a three-point mark like a plum blossom.

Each position is several hundred meters apart.

Zhang Rongfang's position is on the far right side of the formation, towards the rear.

At this time, circles of invisible sound waves spread all around, tearing apart a clearing of flesh and blood armor among the Fengling Army.

The center is in the center of the eye.

White gas that ordinary people can't see rises up. It's clouds of suspicion and mist that are spreading.

The white air was like a living thing, forming streamers, surrounding a young child lying flat on the ground in the middle.

The child was wearing a blue and purple robe with ribbons, and his forehead was lightly tied with a silver ribbon. His face was quiet and peaceful, as if he was sleeping.

Next to the young child, there were several master guards who were protected by the righteousness.

Zhang Rongyu and Li Zhen stood side by side, looking at the white-haired old man opposite who was holding a volume of books.

The old man held a book in one hand and a long sword in the other, his face ruddy and solemn.

"There was some leakage on General Lieutenant's side, but it doesn't matter. We can just stick to the plan here. As long as we don't mess up and the formation is in full swing, everything can be undone."

"The little fish is weak, it all depends on Mr. Rong." Zhang Rongyu's voice is delicate, and her pure and beautiful face reveals a hint of weakness and helplessness. Her beautiful and perfect figure reveals a hint of plump and elegant temptation, which makes people endure. I can't help but want to hold it in my arms, caress and protect it with all my strength.

Mr. Rong nodded. Before he came, he had heard that Mrs. Yu was naturally beautiful and unparalleled, and her every move seemed to be able to seduce people's hearts.

Now in person, it really lives up to its reputation.

He suddenly sighed in his heart and understood, no wonder his apprentice was so fascinated that he couldn't sleep at night.

And came to beg for help.

If he had met such a woman when he was young, he would probably not be able to sleep either.

"Get up."

The long sword in his hand suddenly opened up and a sword flower appeared. The silver light flashed and the sword suddenly pierced the ground.

"Please!" he shouted sharply.

Suddenly, the sound of reading and chanting slowly rang out in the white air.

The white air streamer centered on the crowd suddenly seemed to have a backbone and quickly started to revolve around the young child.

This rotation is getting faster and faster.

Soon, the hissing invisible airflow began to form an invisible whirlwind, spreading and flying in all directions.

The invisible wind blows out the mist, covering hundreds or thousands of meters around it in the blink of an eye, or even further.

The wind carries some kind of inexplicable sound, like the sound of reading, but if you listen carefully, you can't tell what it is.

All the soldiers of the Alliance who were blown by this wind felt their fighting spirit weaken, and they hesitated a lot when swinging the swords in their hands.

Doubts and questioning thoughts emerged from their hearts.

"Why am I working so hard?"

"Does it make sense to spend your whole life just for the hatred you had at the beginning?"

If you turn around and leave, put down your weapons and find a place to hide, you might be able to live a good and safe life...

Thoughts emerged one after another, and the Yimeng sergeants gradually looked confused.

If your heart hesitates, your hands will hesitate, and if you hesitate, you will get hurt.

On the battlefield, pieces of black-armored League soldiers began to disperse faster.

They were already outmatched by the Fengling Army. After losing their fighting spirit, they began to collapse in a chain.

Even if Zhang Rongfang made some noise on the side, for the battlefield with tens of thousands of people on both sides, this little bit of movement was nothing at all.

As long as the commander's flag remains.

Still standing, the Fengling Army is still as unmoving as a rock.

He bravely withstood the erosion of the Yimen army.

Peng Peng!!

Amidst the continuous explosions, two of the worshipers of the Spiritual Army exploded part of their bodies, releasing spiritual threads to sweep across.

Wherever the silver spiritual thread passed, everything was cut off and divided into two parts.

But before they could wreak havoc for a long time, a lightning-like figure drew an unpredictable and strange arc from the side and hugged a person's body from the side.

Amidst the hissing sound of sucking blood.

All the spiritual threads suddenly froze, then turned black, flew back and dissipated.

The god-worshiping warrior froze on the spot, as if dead, and then his life was harvested easily.

There are many scenes like this on the battlefield, where masters of the extreme realm, Taoist priests from the Human Immortal Temple, and masters of worshiping gods are fighting fiercely against each other.

The influence of the formation had little effect on them. After accidentally injuring people around them one after another, the masters' fighting areas were naturally given up piece by piece.

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These pieces of land are like pieces of reef islands exposed in the sea.

Zhang Rongfang's huge seven-meter-tall body stands in the middle of a crushed basin. It is the largest bird island.

Looking around, his eyes quickly locked onto the general's flag that was moving in the distance.

In a confrontation between two armies, as long as the general is defeated, the victory or defeat of most of the sergeants can be decided.

In this kind of ancient war, the flag represents the soul of the army and is the backbone of all soldiers.

Under the commander's banner, the army was like a headless fly, instantly decomposing from a whole body into countless small pieces.

The surrounding shelling was still bombarding him intermittently.

But to no avail.

With his special talents at this time, coupled with the healing ability of super-fast recovery, the bombardment of the cannonballs only caused his body to shake slightly, nothing more.

"This height..." Zhang Rongfang looked down from a high position and looked at the surrounding Feng Ling Army who were frantically attacking him.

In his eyes at this time, these soldiers were like children, constantly testing themselves with toys.

"Let's fight quickly, it's just a branch stronghold."

In order to avoid long nights and dreams and reduce losses, he did not intend to delay the test.

"Concentrate the artillery fire!!" Suddenly in the distance, the commander-in-chief Zhou Fengyu's face became condensed and he raised his right hand.

boom!!!

This time, a shell hit Zhang Rongfang hard in the face at a speed far faster than any previous shells.

The huge impact made him throw his head back.

At the same time, five figures rose into the air from all around, formed a pentagon around Zhang Rongfang, and cut off their own wrists at the same time.

"Kill!!" Five people shouted at the same time. Swish, swish, swish, swish!!

Five silver spiritual threads shot out from their wrist ports, like five silver scalpels, cutting around Zhang Rongfang from different angles.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

In an instant, five bloody mouths appeared on Zhang Rongfang's body.

but……

These bloody mouths, which were three meters long, only existed for half a second...

In just a blink of an eye, it healed and recovered, as if it had never been injured.

As for the five people around who took action, just as the spiritual thread was retracted from their bodies, their faces turned black, their bodies became stiff, and they fell to their knees. After a while, they slowly fell to the ground, unable to move, as if they were poisoned.

Zhang Rongfang came back to his senses and didn't notice anyone around him at all. He looked at the dark green sea of ​​trees around him that was completely destroyed and riddled with holes.

Pieces of trees fell down and were cut off, and the original color of the grass was completely lost. It was just a yellowish-black rotten soil.

"It's time to end."

He raised his right arm, spread his fingers, and looked in the direction of Lieutenant General Zhou Fengyu.

this

At that time, the distance between the two people had reached 300 meters. They were still getting farther apart.

"The Twelve Immortals."

"Shuchichi!!"

At the same time, the special talent of super-speed movement is activated, and the speed effect of the final move is automatically activated.

Combining the two, this move will shrink the earth.

boom!

Zhang Rongfang has disappeared from where he was.
To be continued...