The four hundred and twentieth-ninth chapter of the devil's tactics
Chapter 429: Demonic Warfare
Poor Minglie Songyuan was in trouble when Liangwei sneak attacked him. Although Minglie was always vigilant, Liangwei's sneak attack did not cause too many casualties, but it still left them in a state of embarrassment.
After Liang Wei experienced the last battle, his hatred for the cultivators was deeply rooted in his bones. The backbone of his team were all survivors of the Frost Legion. When he saw Ming Lie and the others, his eyes suddenly became bloodshot and he was filled with murderous intent.
One side had been preparing for a long time, and the other side hastily responded to the challenge. Although the Liangwei tribe didn't have any experts, they still suppressed the Minglie tribe and fought.
Ming Lie's face was solemn. The team in front of him was not well equipped, but its fighting methods were fierce and they were not afraid of death!
His eyes fell on the young and handsome general in the opponent's formation, and he was filled with surprise. Minglie was very clear about the division of duties in the demon army. This team that brought huge pressure to him was not from the demon clan.
The core legion! And this young general is just a silver general!
How can this be?
When did the ordinary demon army become so powerful? When did a silver general become able to compete with him?
He issued several consecutive instructions, but they were all eliminated by the other party. Five breaths! A whole five breaths! Ming Lie issued six instructions, but the situation between the two sides did not change!
The expression on Songyuan's face also became serious. He was not a warrior, but he felt it more clearly. He felt that they had fallen into a big net and they could not use any force!
A sword cultivator ten feet away from him was hit by several magic spells at the same time. He screamed and his whole body shattered into countless ice shards!
Screams were heard one after another, and the opponent's cooperation was extremely tacit. The level of the sorcery was not high, but the power of the cooperation was quite astonishing. A trace of sadness flashed in Matsuoka's eyes. He died on the battlefield, and even his soul could not escape!
The magic and sword light lit up the void, and some of them were submerged in the blood mist, causing the blood mist to stir.
The collision between the two sides was short and fierce!
Liang Wei was unmoved and stared at the opponent coldly. His consciousness spread like a big net, and every detail on the battlefield fell into his grasp. The protective light shield on the frontmost battle monster was instantly blocked by several rays.
The sword light twisted him into pieces, and before he even had time to scream, he was twisted into a shower of blood.
[Bing Xin Yuan] operates quietly, with a heart like an ice field, spotless. Liang Wei was deeply loved by the legion commander in the past, and secretly taught him the Frost Legion's top magic [Bing Xin Yuan].
Although Liang Wei was just a silver warrior, he experienced that extremely difficult flank guard battle and transformed him. It was precisely because of this that the Elders Council allowed him to act independently.
Liang Wei is very clear about the advantages and disadvantages of both sides. He has no masters under his command, so he must not fall into a stalemate. The opponent's masters are always under strong protection. If he wants to trade in numbers, the sacrifice will be too great.
He succeeded with one blow and retreated without any hesitation!
The blood mist that spreads all over the Dutian Blood Realm is the best cover for demons. Thousands of battle demons retreated at the same time, forming a uniform formation. The hands of the battle demons behind them flickered with light.
"Stop!" Minglie shouted, calling out to several of his men who were planning to pursue him. The opponent's formation was tight and there were no flaws.
Minglie's face was ashen, and if he pursued, he would fall into the opponent's trap.
The battle statistics came out quickly. Ming Lie lost nearly 80 people, while the opponent only injured six people. Such a disparity in the ratio of battle losses was like a loud slap on his face.
Before leaving, the other party's cold and indifferent gaze was like the sharpest taunt. How dare a silver warrior be so arrogant in front of him!
Minglie took a deep breath to keep himself calm.
Song Yuan said nothing knowingly. To be honest, he was also shocked by the swift and violent attack just now. He began to practice outside when he was very young. He has experienced countless thrilling scenes, but he didn't know until today.
The thrills I had experienced before were nothing compared to real war.
In the blink of an eye, eighty living people were wiped out. How cruel this is!
But what made him feel chilled was the young demon warrior, with his cold eyes, without a trace of emotion. He succeeded in one blow without any sloppiness, and it was frighteningly clean. Looking at Ming Lie's livid face, Matsuoka knew that he
This senior brother was in such a bad mood at this time.
He didn't know much about generals, but he knew that Senior Brother Ming Lie was one of the best in Kunlun. Otherwise, our sect would not have given him such a first battle.
Senior brother Ming Lie suffered a loss at the hands of a little-known demon warrior general. If this news was spread back to the sect, it would definitely cause an uproar among everyone.
It is indeed a dangerous place!
Song Yuan felt weak in her heart.
The battle behind him did not attract Zuo Mo's attention. His attention was all on the three groups of demon soldiers rushing towards him. He watched very carefully. Although Pu Yao's character was always bad, he would not miss the mark.
This careful study immediately led to a new discovery: the Demon Warrior General and the Demon Warrior General are indeed different!
The Demon War General controls the team through his spiritual consciousness, pointing like an arm, advancing and retreating as one. However, the Demon War General does not pay attention to the formation at all, and is in a chaotic state.
but……
In Zuo Mo's field of vision, the auras of those seemingly scattered demon soldiers were tightly gathered together! The auras of hundreds of demon soldiers were gathered into one mass, and their power was completely different!
Zuo Mo seemed to see hundreds of tendons intertwined with each other, suddenly tightening and turning into a fist!
The three magic soldiers are like three powerful fists!
"The Demon Clan's tactics simplify the complexities, gather people into one, and use force to break the spell. It seems simple, but it is extremely effective. The Demon Clan's generals are the only ones among the three types of generals that require personal bravery." Pu Yao said in a tone.
First turn: "You are stupid, the demon clan's tactics are more suitable for you."
Zuo Mo was eager to try: "How can we unite as one?"
"Well, Wei knows." Pu Yao said irresponsibly.
Wei opened his eyes helplessly and glanced at Pu Yao with dissatisfaction. Ever since he met the monster corpse and saw an existence that was more ancient than himself, Wei's eagerness to find the successor has gradually faded away. From his persistence,
When he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that the person he was protecting back then had already been annihilated in the river of time.
The oath engraved on the tombstone is his only treasure.
Pu Yao can also meet the descendants of his old friends, maintaining the connection between the world and him, and has not been abandoned by time. Wei, on the other hand, is too ancient, too old to leave anything behind.
The monster corpse went to search for his hometown, but Wei found with a bitter smile that he didn't even have the target he was looking for.
Wei's interest in finding a new successor suddenly dropped. Wei, who used to be eager to express his existence, became less interested this time when Pu Yao raised the issue.
He said casually: "This is more difficult to practice."
"Is it more difficult to train than the Demonic Body?" Zuo Mo asked.
Wei was stunned, and then he remembered that the guy in front of him could easily become a monster even with the Great Sun Demon Body, the second-ranked demon body in the school!
"It's difficult to cultivate without a demonic body." Wei decided to tell the truth.
"Then teach me!" Zuo Mo blurted out his request. He tried his best to open his big, watery eyes and looked at Wei with an eager and flattering expression.
Rather than being shameless, Wei was obviously no match for Zuo Mo, so he had no choice but to say: "Demon body and warrior general are two different things, and I don't know much about them."
But when he saw Zuo Mo's face that was always pointing towards him like a sunflower, he rationally gave up struggling: "The demon generals are indeed different from other generals. The first thing they have to learn is to be able to fight with their companions.
The power echoes.”
"Response to the power of companions?"
Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and the shameless expression on his face finally disappeared. He felt much more at ease, and continued: "Yes, the power of the devil is the power of the body and the self. Only when it can echo the power of its companions can it
Maybe when communicating with companions, the transmission of power is much faster and more accurate than sound!"
"That's it..." Zuo Mo thought thoughtfully.
Wei suddenly smiled and spread his hands: "Don't ask me how to respond to the power of my companions. I don't know. I just have Tombstone Armor."
He didn't tell lies. For some reason, seeing Zuo Mo's frown, Wei Gang's helpless mood suddenly felt much happier.
"The power of echoing your companions..." Zuo Mo thought hard. He seemed to have a vague understanding just now, but when he thought about it carefully, he found nothing.
Zuo Mo, who was lost in thought, forgot about the subsequent battle.
After a while, he suddenly raised his head, his expression revealing unspeakable excitement. Without saying a word, he jumped up from the ground and disappeared in a flash!
Compared with Zuo Mo's novel discovery, Gongsun Chai has long been familiar with the demon clan's tactics. He has faced almost all kinds of enemies in the game of chess. Although the current tactics are different from those in Pu Yao's chess game.
Their fighting methods are very different, but they are all from the same origin.
For Gongsun Cha, there is no difference.
Three-stage wave attack!
The colorful sword light that had just bloomed like a flower in the sky suddenly grew brighter!
A whistling sound suddenly rose in the air, filling the eardrums. In a very short period of time, the sword cultivators from the Suzaku Camp increased their speed to the extreme!
The wave composed of sword light rushed towards the three groups of demonic soldiers!
Compared to the past, today's Suzaku Camp is undoubtedly more mature, and its signature killing move, the three-stage wave attack, is more calm. The wave of sword rays is not as tragic as before, but it is a little more flexible, like many sword rays.
There is an invisible string between them, connecting them in series!
The two sides collided suddenly!
A strange scene appeared.
Like waves of sword light, they gather and disperse. They are like small knives, flying up and down like butterflies, constantly cutting off pieces of the magic soldiers that have gathered together.
The sword lights crisscross like shuttles!
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the three demon soldiers were killed or injured!
This scene shocked the entire audience!
Xiye, who was full of anger and fighting spirit, stopped suddenly as if his body was being held by an invisible hand. He looked at the waves of sword light in disbelief, as if a basin of ice water poured down his head.
His feet, hands and feet were cold! Beside him, Lan Qing and the other demon soldiers had horrified faces!
Seeing this scene, Ming Lie, who was ashen-faced, stood stunned on the spot as if someone was tapping his acupuncture points.
Liang Wei's pupils in the blood mist suddenly shrank, his face changed drastically, and he felt cold all over his body!
