"Why should we remember each other's faces? On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly. It is not easier to listen to each other's voice and identify each other's clothes?" A young master of Yankang asked.

The scar-faced veteran saw that his face was still childish and smiled: "It's not the one who distinguishes the enemy on the battlefield, it's the post-war period."

He didn't say it in detail.

Qin Mu knew the meaning of his words. His comrades remembered each other's faces to clean up the battlefield and find corpses after the war.

This is too terrifying to say, so the veteran didn't say it in detail.

The war in southern Xinjiang is already very urgent. New recruits like them had to train for three or five months and get along and get familiar with each other before they could go to the battlefield.

However, the power of Huotianzun occupied the southern territory and the offensive was too tight, resulting in insufficient troops in the southern border, and many great scholars joined the army. The front line was too much loss, so these scholars had no time to hone their skills and had to go to the battlefield.

Compared to Nantian under the rule of the Fire Heavenly Lord, Yankang's magical powers and gods are still too few, and a soldier can't help but use them as ten.

The flags were swaying in the sky, and soldiers stood up one after another, looking up at the flags. There was a collision of armor just now. Now, except for the sound of the flag flying in the sky, everything was gone.

After a while, the first drum beat sounded, and the tower ships flew into the air. The bronze beasts at the bottom of the ship spewed out flames, and another speed car was running and galloping on the ground, and the sound suddenly became noisy.

The speeding cars ran a hundred feet on the ground, and the wheels gradually drove off the ground, and the speeding cars soared into the air. The magical people on the speeding cars were full of energy, and there were sword balls, big and small, sword balls in front of everyone.

"Don't move for now, that's not the banner of our infantry." The scar-faced veteran said nervously.

His eyes were still focusing on the large forces in the air, and the tens of thousands of tower ships and vehicles were not fast in the air. However, opposite them, the army of Nantian was already coming like a tide.

The human race's supernatural powers and gods in the southern heaven and the divine gods are divided into two camps. The human race is in the front, and the army of the demigods is behind.

Those demigods were tall and strong, and were born with various strange phenomena. In front of the army were the tower ships of the Nantian, with more and larger ships, all of which were cast by divine gold, and the bows were made into the form of Suzaku or nine-headed phoenix.

That was the old ship of Heaven.

The army in Nantian did not have speed cars.

When the troops of both sides were still three hundred miles apart, the Yankang army in the north took the lead in firing. The true energy cannons on the tower ship gathered energy, and light columns shot through the sky, drawing out magnificent lights, making the battlefield darker suddenly!

It was because the light of the cannon light was too bright, which caused the sun in the sky to lose its brilliance, and other places suddenly became dark.

Behind the rear, waves of uneasy restlessness came from the infantry.

Suddenly, the infantry drum beats sounded, and the vanguard troops in front had begun to move. As the drum beats became more and more dense, the magical masters of the vanguard troops had already begun to take steps and gallop forward in one drum and ten steps!

This restlessness quickly affected the troops where Qin Mu and others were. The veteran whispered: "Don't run around, don't squeeze into places with a lot of people! Try to disperse! Remember, don't go too far from our army, thirty feet, up to thirty feet away!"

They started running.

In front, tower ships dragged flames and fell from the sky, smashing onto the ground, bursting out huge fireballs, and then the sounds and air waves of explosions surged, surging from all directions!

The warships in the front had already had close contact with the tower ship. Although the fire range of the large tower ship in Nantian was not as good as Yankang, they were cast with divine gold and were rich and powerful. The tower ships could withstand the bombardment of cannon light. Although they were shot a lot, they rushed to the range of their own fire with the cannon light and fired immediately!

The southern border was still dark, and the ships of both sides turned and galloped in the air, interspersed up and down. The hull of Yankang's tower ship was still a little thinner, not as rich as it was, and many tower ships were bombed down.

At this time, a series of speeding cars interspersed from behind the tower ship, rushed into the battlefield, and sensibly avoided the cannon light of the opponent's tower ship and rushed towards the enemy camp.

Suddenly, a grand spiritual sense burst out: "Flying sword washes the floor!"

Qin Mu and others who were running behind looked up and saw millions of flying swords pouring down from the speeding cars. The slanted sword light looked forward like a pouring rain, and it washed the ground for more than a hundred miles in an instant!

On the Nantian tower ship, a god suddenly rose up and killed the speeding cars. Yankang's gods flew in front of intercepting them. The magical powers of the gods in the sky fell from time to time, no matter where they landed, people were everywhere.

When facing gods, the strength of the supernatural powers is still too weak and insignificant, and it can only be based on luck.

The infantry on both sides continued to run wildly. Now, the infantry has not entered the stage of head-on confrontation, but the ground is full of corpses.

Someone next to Qin Mu was suddenly tripped by the corpse on the battlefield. Qin Mu was about to stop, but he saw that the man had been flooded by the torrent of the supernatural powers.

"Be careful of the flowing sword!" the scar-faced veteran shouted loudly.

call out--

A sword light shot from the front and flew past them. Someone behind had no time to dodge and was shot through and flew high.

Swallows!

Sword lights gradually became denser, and the battlefield was already on the front. Qin Mu's army was still in full force, only the young soldier who had just left the team disappeared. The nine people rushed forward with great force, and suddenly it seemed like they had hit a dense forest made of flesh and blood in an instant, with enemies everywhere!

"Get angry, go ahead and kill!" the veteran shouted loudly.

One by one, the magical powers activate the sword pills. The sword pills were broken down and divided into flying swords swimming in one mouthful. The veteran shouted loudly: "Control the distance between each other, and the power range of the sword moves is fifteen meters! Don't exceed this distance!"

They rushed forward, and Qin Mu only had a knife in his hand, but his pace was extremely fast, coming and going like wind and lightning, and his hands raised and fell, simple and neat. Whether it was breaking the enemy formation or breaking the enemy's magical powers, it was easy to turn the other hand.

The veteran was stunned when he saw him holding a knife in his hand: "He is a master of the fighting skills school."

He whispered loudly: "Don't be afraid of the other party. The sword skills and magical powers of Nantian's little bastard are not as good as us. Our sword skills and magical powers are developed by two generations of national masters! The sword skills and magical powers you have learned are all the top-notch!"

The battlefield became darker and more enemies were more and more. Qin Mu walked forward and retreated with his sword, left and right, fifteen feet each, and I was invincible among the fifteen feet.

He can even support other people in the same army and help the other party kill powerful enemies.

They broke into the siege, still like sails breaking through the waves, leading more Yankang magical people to rush forward.

There were flags flying in the sky. The Yankang generals who presided over this war zone saw their momentum with sharp swords. They immediately waved their flags and mobilized several speed vehicles to support them from the air.

The speeding car roared, and countless sword lights shot through the enemies from all directions.

Qin Mu and others struggled forward, the pressure became increasingly greater and greater, and there were countless enemies who died in their hands. Suddenly, they suddenly felt the pressure lighter. They looked around, but were surprised and happy to find that they had actually broken through the siege and cut the enemy in half!

Behind them were countless Yankang's magical powers, who followed them out of the siege and cut open the human army in the South Heaven.

The Nantian army cut by them has already shown chaos, and chaos spreads like a plague. As long as the enemy is cut into a few pieces, it can form a siege and suppression.

"Look at the front!"

Suddenly, a young master of magical powers said in a trembling voice: "What is ahead..."

Everyone looked up and their faces were filled with bloody smiles. They saw countless large army of the southern demigods, stretching thousands of miles apart, and countless tall ancient giant beasts appeared in their army without making any noise.

Those golden armor, dazzling flower eyes, these southern demigods are much stronger than the southern human army just now.

Beside Qin Mu and the others, more and more Yankang magical powers were killed through the enemy formation and came nearby. Gradually, the number of people increased. However, everyone fell silent and froze in place, without rushing forward.

They were shocked.

"Pull the Nan Emperor's Divine Weapon!"

Suddenly, a heavy sound came from the demigod camp opposite. Two giant beasts were roaring, struggling with their thick legs and feet, pulling a huge god car toward the formation. There was a giant pagoda, with a ninth level of the pagoda, filled with flames.

The Southern Emperor's Divine Soldier.

The Northern Emperor's divine weapon is the Five Thunder Pot, and the Southern Emperor's divine weapon is the Fire Tower.

This tower was refined from the ancestral land of the Southern Emperor, the nine-level holy fire altar, and was refined by collecting the world's flames. Before the Yankang tribulation, the Southern Emperor's divine weapons fell into Yankang.

The power of this magic weapon explodes, and the flames are more than ten thousand miles away? They are enough to refine everything.

"Get back!" someone said tremblingly.

At this time, there was no sound of gold, but instead a vibrating drum sound, the drum beats became increasingly dense, but no one of Yankang's magical powers stepped forward.

Facing the Southern Emperor's Divine Weapon, everyone was afraid.

The drum beats are more urgent.

In Qin Mu's army, everyone's eyes fell on the scar-faced veteran, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to give an order to withdraw.

As long as he escapes, everyone will run away.

The veteran looked at their hopeful gaze and suddenly grinned. The scar looked ferocious and laughed: "Brothers, there is Yankang behind it."

"Behind it is his fucking Yankang! Behind you are your wives, your children, your parents, and your parents who raise you!"

"Follow me and fuck me! You can't wait for them to kill to our hometown!"

He rushed out, and in front of him, countless spiritual soldiers flew towards him, and the veteran roared and rushed forward with all his might.

Saw.

Dozens of spiritual soldiers in his body are still striving forward.

Wow—

Countless spirit soldiers drowned him.

The spirit soldiers were reclaimed, and there were no corpses on the battlefield.

There was silence around.

No one dares to take another step forward.

The giant beast pulled the Fire Tower and drove towards this side, and Qin Mu was surrounded by retreating soldiers.

Suddenly someone rushed forward, but was immediately overwhelmed by countless spiritual soldiers.

Then someone rushed forward, and before they fell down, more than ten people rushed over to try to stop the Southern Emperor's divine weapon.

Batch after batch of people fell, but some people kept rushing forward.

"The people of Yankang have never lost blood!"

A flame was rushing in Qin Mu's heart, he lifted his knife and shouted, and walked forward, and his steps gradually accelerated. Behind him, the remaining seven people rushed forward with him, and voices came one after another, shouting: "There is Yankang behind!"

"There are parents behind, and the wife and children!"

"You can't let the Southern Emperor's divine weapon step into Yankang's half step!"
To be continued...