Whether it was the coalition soldiers or the rebel soldiers, including those slaves, they were deeply attracted by the scenery in front of them and sighed: "So beautiful!"

At this moment, there were a few loud creaking sounds, and the last few huge pine trees near the wetlands in the north were also cut down, and countless slaves were driven out.

These slaves just knew how to rush forward, completely ignoring their feet. They were detonated by the bomb rocks arranged by Mo Zhong.

For a moment, the broken limbs and broken arms were filled with blood and flew everywhere. Although some slaves with better luck were covered in blood, they had already been dominated by fear. They were wailing and screaming. They ran faster and faster, and had no intention of stopping.

The war drums in the south suddenly sounded, and the drums were dense. Two rows of soldiers holding sticks shouted in unison and stepped forward.

Chang first uttered a loud call: "This is a forced person, and you must not easily hurt their lives!"

"Yes!" The soldiers answered in unison, shouting loudly.

A group of slaves running in front had already rushed to the front of the formation. The first row of soldiers handed the stick in their hands forward, and the stick was tapped on the slave's thighs and fell to the ground in an instant.

The soldiers in the back row stepped forward, and in groups of two people, they passed the stick through the shoulders of the fallen slaves, and pressed their lumbar spine. The slaves struggled for a few times and stopped resisting.

Then several groups of soldiers rushed out from behind, holding wooden shackles, tied the controlled slaves with both hands and took them down.

The slaves rushing up from behind were not confused yet. When they saw their colleagues in front of them were knocked down, they all led their teams to scatter, and the soldiers of the coalition forces did not obstruct them.

What's more, the soldiers who rushed to the coalition army immediately knelt on the ground, folded their hands together, and then the soldiers behind them tied their hands tightly and retreated to the rear of the coalition army.

The slaves, except for the part that was killed by Mo Zhong's trap, completely lost their minds and died at the hands of the coalition forces. Only a hundred people were killed.

Duan Xiu, who originally expected these slaves to consume the opponent's combat power, snorted coldly and cursed: "What a bunch of waste!"

Mo Zhong sneered and said, "Hmph, it's not all waste. Since it cannot consume the enemy's combat power, at least it can use their blood to sacrifice the soldiers' sharp blades!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the men in black under him received the order, and all came out one after another. No one shouted, and all kept silent, and the weapons in their hands were revealed one after another.

These men in black were much faster than the scattered slaves below. They rushed in front and caught up with the backward slave and slashed it out with a casual knife. The slave's head suddenly left his neck and his body was still running. Blood gushed out from the incision. After a few more steps, the headless body fell to the ground, and his calves kept shaking.

All the men in black in the back rushed up, either slashing the knife or slashing the axe. For a moment, the broken limbs and arms flew everywhere. The bright red blood atomized in the water mist, and the water vapor suspended on the wetland surface dyed bright red.

The original scene of the scene suddenly turned into a purgatory on earth, with wailings and crying waving towards the waves, and the bloody breath filled the entire battlefield.

The war drum sounded again in the south, and the warrior holding a stick below received the instructions and turned into sixteen square formations.

The slaves rushing over were no longer blocked. The sound of killing sounds shook the sky on the hills behind. Eight teams of soldiers holding spears rushed down first, then divided into two strands, crossing them into two strands, followed by eight teams of soldiers holding shields and short swords rushed down the hills, and they were also divided into two strands, arranged behind the stickers. Finally, four rows of archers were holding arrows and quickly followed, stopping on the downhill section of the post.

Four rows of soldiers were staggered in an orderly manner, all of whom were raising their bows and arrows, and raised them high. At the same time, tens of thousands of arrows were fired at once. The dense bows and arrows covered the sky and the sun fell like raindrops.

The man in black below seemed to be ready. He grabbed a slave and stabbed the slave's body with a knife, and then blocked the corpse in front of him. Most of the bows and arrows were blocked by the slave's corpse. Some people in black were slower and died immediately after being hit by several arrows. Some people in black were cut through their calves or arms by bows and arrows, and they were not worried about their lives. However, some were also unlucky. After being pierced by the corpse of the slave, the tip of the arrow pierced into the throat or heart.

After a rain of arrows, the man in black on the battlefield not only was not afraid, but seemed excited. He completely ignored his injured companion and let out a low roar deep in his throat, pushed away the corpse blocking in front of him, and continued to run towards the coalition forces.

At this moment, the two square formations in the middle gave up a gap, and one person walked out of each of them. It was Houtu and Zijing. Houtu held the sword with one hand, the tip of the sword drooped, and his left hand was on his chest. The clothes on his body moved without wind. He suddenly raised his eyes and shouted: "Tianren Broken Rock Sword!"

As he said that, he swung his sword and the sword wind stormed out. Three ditches were instantly cracked on the ground. The hard rocks rolled out of the ditch. When they reached the top of the ground, they suddenly broke. Countless gravels drew countless thin lines and crashed straight towards the man in black who was rushing towards him.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of men in black were hit by gravel, and their bodies flew backwards, and their skin was blooming and their mouths were spitting blood. Those with thick bodies could not die, while some thin bodies were killed directly.

On the other side, Zi Jing was behind her hands, and a light flashed in her eyes, and she snorted coldly: "Chen Fang-Qian Gui!"

Most of the gravels that had already flown out slowly floated up at this moment, and then began to rotate rapidly. During the two breaths, all of the gravels turned into the shape of a stone cone and flew towards the man in black again. The stone cone was extremely powerful and directly penetrated the bodies of several men in black and disappeared behind them.

There were endless "puff puff puff" sounds on the battlefield, and the man in black flew everywhere, falling with the slave who had just been killed, with bright red colors under his body.

Houtu and Zijing looked at each other and smiled. Houtu said loudly: "The stone cone of Zijing's leader is really powerful!"

Zi Jing said humbly: "Mr. Houtu has been too proud, but he is not talented. He still has insufficient skills in his father's skills..."

As soon as he said this, Zi Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration and shouted anxiously: "Be careful!"

At the same time, his arms were pushed forward, and a rumbling sound suddenly sounded, and several huge spikes rose from the ground and stabbed into the air.

I saw a man jumping very high in the air, smoke lingering all over his body, and two huge ice swords were placed on his arms, which was Duan Xiu.

Seeing the sharp thorns snorted coldly, waved his arms, and several white lights flashed by. The huge sharp thorns were cut into several segments and fell down one after another. Duan Xiu's offensive remained unabated, and the two swords slashed towards Houtu with cold light.

It was time to say that, and a huge fireball flew towards Duan Xiu at an extremely fast speed. Duan Xiu was stunned for a moment, lifting his sword to protect him, and the fireball instantly hit the ice sword, making a loud bang.

Duan Xiu flipped through the air several times, landed behind, shook his two swords on his arms vigorously, and shouted fiercely: "Stinky girl! Are you looking for death!"

Zhu Rong threw out the fireball. Zhu Rong was wearing black clothes, her short silver hair swayed in the wind, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised: "Old guy! I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

At this moment, a red light bypassed Duan Xiu, and was extremely fast, heading straight for Houtu. Houtu had not yet reacted and knew that someone was coming, he hurriedly raised his sword to block it.

I heard a clanging sound, my arm was trembling. I took a few steps before looking at me. I saw that there was a beautiful woman in red standing in front of me. It was Aga.

At this moment, Aga knew in his heart that the war was about to come. Without Xuanyuan's instructions, in order not to reveal his identity, he would have to participate in the fight. It was a pity to attack Houtu first, because the gap between Houtu and Duan Xiu was still quite large. Even if he joined forces with Zijing, he could not gain any advantage. Zijing understood his identity, so it would be better to use these two to continue to cover up his identity.

After Aga repelled Houtu, he nodded slightly to Zijing. Zijing was indeed smart. He immediately understood what Aga meant, rushed forward, stood side by side with Houtu, and said, "I don't care about it now. I'm not talented. I'm willing to join forces with Lord Houtu to try your evil girl's skills!"

Yajia raised his sleeves to cover his mouth, smiled, and suddenly his palm turned outward, and a hurricane rushed straight to Houtu and the other two. Zijing used a color towards Houtu and jumped to the side along the wind direction of the hurricane.

Seeing that Zijing had already understood his intention, Aga turned his body and turned into a red light and chased him.


Chapter completed!