Seeing this scene, Xu Qing was breathing heavily. In such a short period of time, the number of people on both sides who died on the battlefield was shocking.

Especially for many human monks, their deaths were full of weirdness. Even though the surrounding enemies were still far away, the next moment, the area seemed to be swept across by an invisible blade, and all of them died.

After death, he was alienated and became an irrational beast.

Roars, screams, self-destructions, furious roars, and the huge roar accompanying the operation of the magic weapon filled Xu Qing's ears.

Looking at it as a whole, the humans in Fenghai County are not strong enough to fight back and can only be in a defensive state.

"Fenghai County originally had thirteen states. Due to the loss of three states in the early stage, Qu Zhao and Yinghuang were unable to participate in the war, so there were only eight states left. During the preparations for the war, I remember that they were divided into eight legions!"

Xu Qing suppressed the waves in his heart caused by the tragic battlefield, and quickly analyzed and checked.

"There is no unified arrangement and mandatory planning. After all, this is not an ordinary war, and each state has its own characteristics, so it is difficult to force a break."

"So... each of these eight legions has its own complete system, including supplies, magic weapons, coordination, etc."

"The third legion is responsible for maintaining the power of the magic thorn."

"And the only one who is involved in the entire county is Taboo, the county. The hundreds of Guixu there are drawn from various legions. They are only part of Fenghai County Guixu."

"Among them, those directly under the Sword Holding Palace are the War Puppet and the Dao Bell of the Sky, the Emperor Sword of the Sword Holder!"

Xu Qing took a deep breath and looked to the left and right. He noticed that the people participating in the war from Qu Zhaozhou and Yinghuangzhou were not here, and the number of legions here seemed to be lacking.

This reminded Xu Qing of the sand table he saw in the palace lord's tent.

"The defense line is very long, and the front line is divided into multiple battle zones, so the forces of Quzhao Prefecture, Yinghuang Prefecture, and the other two prefectures were arranged on other western defense lines.

And this is the core war zone where the command headquarters is located!”

"The palace master established the headquarters here, is he using himself as bait? He wants to contain the main force of the Shenglan tribe..."

"Maybe there are other arrangements." Xu Qing lacked relevant information and didn't know much about the layout planning.

But this does not affect his familiarity with the battlefield.

After dividing the battlefield into battle zones in his heart, Xu Qing divided the majestic area he was in into hundreds of parts.

This division method makes it easier for him to understand the battlefield faster.

"Fenghai County belongs to the Western District, and the Shenglan Tribe belongs to the Eastern District."

"At this moment, West 1, West 3, West 4 and West 8 districts are close to the edge of the golden net and are on standby, ready to replace the armies fighting in East 5, East 7 and East 11 districts."

"West Two and West Five are activating the war puppets, and there are three more areas that are responding."

"And in the east where the Shenglan tribe is located, dozens of districts including three, six, fourteen, and seventeen have also changed their positions and formations. In this way, the second east district is highlighted..."

"No, the Shenglan clan's formation turns into arrows, and Dong Er is the arrowhead!"

Xu Qing looked at the whole process, and after making a quick judgment in his heart, he suddenly looked towards the East Second District on the battlefield outside the golden net.

There, after the formation of the Shenglan tribe changed, tens of thousands of severed hands that had been activated by the earth appeared.

Each of them grabbed a huge iron chain and rushed out suddenly. When the iron chain was pulled by it, a huge roar came from the sky, and the vortex was torn even larger.

More black snow vented from there, heading straight for the battlefield like an avalanche.

When Xu Qing's expression changed, the huge imperial sword floating there suddenly shone in the sky above Fenghai County's defense line, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

A large amount of sword light roared out from inside, turned into a sea of ​​swords, and went straight towards the whirlpool in the sky.

It approached momentarily and exploded, causing the vortex to spin and a painful roar to be heard from within.

And the large amounts of black snow that poured out also rolled back one after another under the sea of ​​swords.

At the same time, at the top of the sky of Fenghai County Army, a huge bell surrounded by a large number of bronze coffins floated there, and at this moment, the vast and majestic ringing of the bell was heard.

It reveals its antiquity, reveals its years, and reveals an aura that can shatter everything, spreading in all directions.

The bell echoed seven times, and each time it fell, the battlefield was distorted. The bodies of countless Shenglan monks collapsed and fell into pieces. At the same time, the illusory figures that were originally illusory were revealed on the battlefield.

Those illusory shadows are not those of the Shenglan tribe. They look like mantises. Each one is dozens of feet tall. They emit a special foreign energy. While invading the place where they are, they are also attacking the human army.

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Xu Qing knew that they were the reapers formed by the rhombus-shaped magical weapons of the Black Sky clan.

Their special state cannot be sensed, so they are extremely difficult to deal with. They usually rely on the forbidden power of the golden net to mark them.

But at this moment, under this clock, when everything is suppressed, their figures are also revealed.

The next moment, the human war puppet who had been waiting for a long time rushed out instantly.

Tens of thousands of puppets turned into tens of thousands of giants and rushed into the battlefield, heading straight for the reapers.

War is a game.

Pure defense will always turn into counterattack, and the method is not limited to one.

The whole thing seems complicated, but in fact it is also very simple. It's just that every step of the millstone of war has to pay a high price.

Right or wrong, it requires flesh and blood.

Because what is ground out of this millstone, besides roar, is only death, and as for victory or defeat, it is just an accessory.

Xu Qing was silent and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

There was no obvious change in the sky over the battlefield, and everything you looked at was dim.

This is true even during the day, and even more so at night.

Sound, blood, and heterogeneity are the main theme here, and no one knows how long this cruel cannibalism will last.

After this kind of endless fighting starts over and over again, you can imagine how much depression it will bring to people.

Under such depression, what kind of despair will arise.

Xu Qing silently withdrew his gaze. He had already seen the big picture of the battlefield. The fighting was still going on at this moment, and the various methods of both sides were constantly unfolding on this flesh-and-blood millstone.

Death has become the norm.

Being alive is a miracle.

But at least so far, Xu Qing hasn't seen too many deserters retreating.

"There is no way to retreat."

Xu Qing murmured, standing on the abandoned puppet mountain, he looked back at Fenghai County. Even though he had experienced countless hardships alone since he was a child, he has been worried about him along the way, let alone other people.

And caring is what a complete person should have.

After a long time, Xu Qing withdrew his gaze from Fenghai County and looked up at the rhombus-shaped magic weapons in the sky that were constantly emitting twisted power.

"There is a hint of the red moon's power on these magical instruments."

This was Xu Qing's perception after observing it from a distance. At the same time, the black snow that filled the battlefield also gave him a similar feeling.

It's just that the distance is a bit far, so the feeling is not very clear.

So Xu Qing pondered and then swayed his body, leaving the Abandoned Puppet Mountain and going to the battlefield.

When passing by where the numb-looking old man was sitting, the old man shouted to Xu Qing.

"Come back alive!"

The voice is hoarse and unclear.

Xu Qing paused, vaguely heard the other party's shout, and looked at the old man.

He didn't know the other party, and neither of them had any words after coming here. Now this is the first sentence.

The old man said nothing more and looked at the battlefield with a sad look on his face.

Xu Qing was silent, nodded, and turned into a rainbow and rushed towards the golden net in front.

He wanted to go to the battlefield to feel the power of the black snow and the diamond-shaped magic weapon from the sky. If these two types of existence were really driven by the power of the red moon, Xu Qing felt that he might be of greater help to this war.

So he launched at full speed, penetrated the golden net in an instant, and stepped on the ground made of accumulated flesh and blood.

The smell of blood was stronger than that in the big net, and the waves of wet wind caused by the spray of blood rushed towards Xu Qing's face without any obstruction, and landed on Xu Qing's face.

It's damp and smells bad.

Even people who are usually murderous will feel nauseous and feel uncomfortable when they first smell this smell.

Because there are so many deaths, there is a feeling of extreme despair here.

Under the influence of this emotion, people's eyes will instinctively turn red. Whether it is fear or excitement, the redness of the eyes will not change, especially when these two kinds of mood fluctuations are intertwined.

But after walking into the battlefield, it is different from what you see from a distance.

The visual impact, the explosion of hearing, and the rush of smell are all more intuitive.

The painful face, the cruel ferocity, the pursuit and retreat, the madness and confusion, all of it, it was as if there was a painter from the sky, outlining these, and displaying them in front of Xu Qing's eyes in extremely detail.

Even unconsciously, the other party also drew him into the painting, becoming an insignificant point in the war scene.

Next to this point, a figure from the Shenglan tribe was approaching with a ferocious and cruel roar, grabbing Xu Qing's head.

Black Snow formed a magical weapon like a ghost claw, bursting out with great power, but the moment the Shenglan monk's cruel smile appeared, Xu Qing disappeared in front of him.

The next moment, a black dagger cut open his neck.
To be continued...