This is an ordinary morning.

"Woo——"

The melodious sound of the horn broke the silence, and what followed was a bloody storm.

Li Hengwang stood on the turret, calmly looking at the distant horizon.

Until some small black dots came into his sight, and then they converged into an endless torrent.

The star formation protecting Nanhuang Star has been breached, and countless Daoist armies are pouring in through the gap, as if there is no end in sight.

They must also be well aware of the strategic significance of the battle on Nanhuang Star.

Once this place falls, the entire southern territory will almost be in the possession of the Daoling clan, so they should be able to guess that the royal family will go all out to defend this position.

But what the Dao Ling Clan probably didn't expect was that Nanhuang Star had been built into an unprecedented trap. From the beginning, everyone did not intend to defend it, but to win the first victory at all costs.

Therefore, the Star Formation is an insignificant shell. After all, such a wide-ranging formation has many flaws and consumes an astonishing amount of spiritual materials every second. There is really no need to spend too much effort on carefully designing it.

As for the cultivators in other areas of the Southern Phoenix Star, those above the Rongxu realm are basically concentrated in the royal city. Those below the Rongxu realm include many ordinary people who have not yet embarked on the path of cultivation. They will not be involved in this war at all.

In war.

Although the Dao Ling Tribe fought and slaughtered all the way, they only targeted masters of Rongxu and above, and occasionally affected some unlucky Illusion God cultivators, and would not kill them all.

This is not a strange phenomenon, because low-level cultivators are as numerous as ants, and their threat is limited. Even if the sky above their heads changes, they will be frightened for a while at most. As long as the Taoist spirit

The tribe was not exploited too much, and they gradually accepted it.

And it is these ordinary cultivators who are the main body that maintains the basic operation of society. No matter how crazy the Daoling clan is, there is no reason to kill everyone.

"General, the enemy's vanguard has arrived, and the Lingce Army is requesting to fight!"

A man with a long crimson knife at his waist took a step forward and asked for help in a deep voice.

"Wait a minute, to be precise, these are not their vanguards, just some cannon fodder... Ha, willing cannon fodder."

Li Hengwang sneered lowly and vaguely caught a glimpse of many familiar faces.

Many of them are his old opponents.

"Many of the princes' sons... As expected, they still became the lackeys of the Daoling clan." The deputy general said with a hint of indignation.

"Otherwise, who else can they turn to? It is estimated that the Daoling Tribe has promised them generous rewards, provided they have the life to take them."

"Hey, that's Pingda...Pingdannao? He's actually still alive?" Li Hengwang's lieutenant suddenly noticed something.

"It's normal. He just disappeared back then. He should have recovered from his injuries after so many years."

Li Hengwang pressed the handle of the knife at his side and said casually: "It doesn't matter, I just want to kill him again."

"The general is so brave!"

A loud laugh sounded from the side, and then someone strode over.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that the man was wearing a dark gold battle armor with dark spiritual lines all over the armor, like a swimming dragon. He was soaring out. The two swords on his waist were flashing with cold power, and the evil spirit was lingering.

He was scattered, and under the helmet was a handsome and handsome face, with an unprecedented bright look in his eyes.

For a time, many people did not recognize each other's identity, but felt inexplicably familiar and strange at the same time.

Li Hengwang reacted the fastest and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly woke up, and at the same time they looked at the man in front of them who looked like a god of war in disbelief.

"General, why is your Majesty here? Should we..."

Seeing that the enemy troops were about to approach the city, the deputy general suddenly panicked. He was extremely frightened and had a headache at the appearance of Nanyan River, so he could only anxiously send a message to Li Hengwang.

Li Hengwang did not reply, but looked steadily at Nan Yanhe with a slightly complicated expression: "Your Majesty, you..."

Nan Yanhe stepped forward with a smile, patted his shoulder, and said in a relaxed tone: "Hurry up and form the formation. I will not leave until the battle is over."

Li Hengwang was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay."

Okay, okay, General, are you crazy? At this juncture, are you allowing His Majesty to act so recklessly?

The lieutenant almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and was shocked and speechless.

"Today I am just an ordinary pawn. General Li may give orders," Nan Yanhe said again.

Li Hengwang didn't talk too much and said in a deep voice: "Lingce's army obeys the order and goes out with your Majesty!"

"promise!"

In an instant, the Lingce army, which had already been lined up and ready for preparation, poured out like a tidal wave from the wide-open city gate.

Nan Yanhe also fell from the city tower and merged into the Lingce Army without any hindrance.

After all, such an elite army, all equipped with "spiritual weapons", can be said to have been trained step by step under his close attention and support.

Therefore, Nan Yanhe also knew the battle formations and tactics commonly used by the Lingce Army.

Compared with the huge number of enemy troops on the opposite side, this Lingce army of more than a thousand people seemed so thin, like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into the enemy's vital points.

Everyone on the tower held their breath. On the one hand, they were shocked and confused by the actions of Li Hengwang and Nan Yanhe, but on the other hand, they vaguely understood something.

Looking down from a high place, the two sides collided "slowly". The Lingce army wearing dark gold battle armor was like flowing liquid metal, blending with the rebels from the princes wearing various battle helmets.

At the forefront of the Lingce Army, Nan Yanhe had already raised his blood-red sword.

His hands were trembling slightly, but it was not because of fear, but because the emotions that had been suppressed for many years were finally released.

After carrying the reputation of being a loser for so many years, this is probably the only moment when he is worthy of the position of King of the South.

He saw the army of princes on the opposite side locking their gazes and murderous intentions on him, like jackals, tigers and leopards smelling the fishy smell, they might eat him alive at any time.

The evil aura that hit his face was almost solidified, making him feel dizzy.

It's not like Nan Yanhe has never killed anyone before, but going to the battlefield for the first time gave him a completely different feeling.

However, what surprised him was that while he felt uncomfortable, there was something in his blood that had been dormant for a long time and was slowly reviving.

That is the most instinctive desire for killing and blood.

"call out--"

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly started, and it was so uniform that there was no unnecessary noise.

This is one of the most typical and most unpredictable tactics of the Lingce Army - roundabout beheading.

The scabbards on their left sides were empty, and the relatively thin spirit-patterned swords pierced the air and went straight for the enemy's head.

Even though the princes had expected this, when they encountered more than a thousand spirit-patterned war knives that were being danced head-on by a group of demons, their instinct still drove them to dodge to the side or try to parry.

As a result, the battle formation that was originally formed collapsed in an instant.

But the more deadly thing is behind.

Just like the sickle of death, it comes and goes and never stops until there is blood.

The spirit-patterned sword that had developed a weapon spirit was as fast as a thunderbolt, passing through the enemy formation. It seemed chaotic and disorderly, but it brought a large amount of dripping blood.

One detour, two detours...

It wasn't until the Lingce Army had penetrated deep into the enemy's formation that these spirit-patterned war knives returned to their scabbards from all directions without any omissions.

"The Lingce Army... really deserves its reputation."

However, the chaos among the princes' armies only lasted for a short period of time, and they soon reorganized into battle formations.

A figure came to the front at some point. He just raised his arm and used the spear in his hand to repel the leader of the Lingce Army.

"But what surprises me even more is that His Majesty Nan Wang is also very good. I wonder if..."

Ping Dannao's armor reflected the cold light, and he charged straight towards him without pausing for a moment.

"Follow my move?"

Before Ping Dannao finished speaking, Nan Yanhe felt a blur in front of his eyes. He only had time to raise his sword in the midst of lightning and flint, and felt a powerful Tao Yun crushing him like the might of heaven.

True Dao realm... This guy has become stronger in recent years...

In a flash of thought, Nan Yanhe's legs had sunk deeply into the ground, and his whole body was in severe pain as if it was falling apart.
Chapter completed!