The theatergoers seemed to be very well-educated. The heads of the sects of the Righteous Way and the Demon Sect all relied on their status and showed an attitude of not changing their expressions even if the mountain collapsed. They were all discussing the situation in front of them in low voices.
Ye Xiaochuan was honest at first, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous when surrounded by a group of big guys.
But as the battle situation continued to change, this kid became restless again.
On the western battlefield, the southern Xinjiang wizards, corpse exorcists, and Piao Miao Pavilion are mainly dealing with the newly reorganized Taixu tribe. Hundreds of thousands of people are holding the soft persimmon, but it seems that it has not been broken.
This made Ye Xiaochuan jump up and curse in anger.
"The Four Spirits Entrapment and Killing Formation! Are you idiots...why is it still the Six-in-One and Eight-Desolate Formation! Change the formation quickly!"
After cursing the battlefield in the west, he began to scold the battlefield in the north. Li Xuanyin, the eldest disciple of Xuantian Sect, in order to restore the reputation of Xuantian Sect, led his people to charge into the battle in person, holding the Luoying Divine Sword in the Luoying Hongxia, like seven into seven Changshan Zhao Zilong who came out was killed into a bloody gourd, followed by hundreds of Xuantian
The disciples of the sect were also killed into blood gourds.
However, the good times did not last long, and a team of monks from the Tiangan Department quickly filled up the empty space that Li Xuanyin had exchanged for his life. Ye Xiaochuan cursed: "Are the following teams dead? They are all greedy for life and afraid of death. Why are they fighting! Li Xuanyin There's something wrong with your command! This is a melee involving hundreds of thousands of people, not a one-on-one battle at Duantianya. Individual bravery is ridiculous, and being blocked by others
Come on..."
Then Ye Xiaochuan turned his head and pointed at the battlefield to the west, cursing Feng Tianqiong and the others, even Liu Huachang, a great beauty, did not even keep his words.
He never cursed the personal cultivation of these guys, because these people's cultivation was indeed impeccable.
In the past fifteen years, not only his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, but also the elite disciples who once shined in the Duantian Cliff fighting arena are also improving.
Ye Xiaochuan just kept cursing these elite disciples as foolhardy fools.
The surrounding good and evil bosses suddenly turned to look at Ye Xiaochuan, who was dancing and cursing in the crowd.
Yun Qiyou, who had been admiring Ye Xiaochuan's side face, had already hid aside at this moment. His eyes were looking at his nose, and his nose was looking at his heart. It was a completely unfamiliar look to this guy and me. Ye Xiaochuan didn't seem to feel the countless gazes on him. To himself, he didn't realize how funny and embarrassing it was for him to dance around in a group of big guys. He ignored everything. He only looked at the battlefield in front of him.
This is a battlefield that can determine the fate of the world. The old drunk Taoist blushed like the monkey in Cangyun Mountain, and he covered Ye Xiaochuan's mouth. At this time, Ye Xiaochuan discovered that Yu Jizi, Qiankunzi, Tuoba Yu and many other highly respected people The senior master is staring at himself with big eyes and small eyes.
See for yourself.
He suddenly realized what he had done, scratched his head, and said with a dry laugh: "Don't you think it feels good to shout out loud?"
Everyone was speechless for a while.
Gui Nu, the current actual controller of Gui Xuan Sect, suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, and more demon sect elders or sect leaders followed suit. Demon sect disciples never cared about what demeanor was, let alone understood what it meant. Self-cultivation, a group of old men and women who can roll up their sleeves and pinch each other to spit at each other during a meeting in the Savage Temple, can hold back for so long without shouting, already
It's a very difficult thing.
They had long wanted to scream at the top of their lungs, but because there were many righteous leaders around them, they suppressed it...
Now, they can't hold it back anymore.
The curses of these demon sect bosses are not as elegant as Ye Xiaochuan. Ye Xiaochuan used to always quarrel with women, but could not quarrel with each other. He learned from the experience and bought several books on cursing without using curse words, and studied for several years.
Therefore, no matter how angry or sad Ye Xiaochuan is, he will never greet the other party's eighteenth-generation female relatives like the disciples of the Demon Cult.
He never swore a bad word, but he became even more vicious.
So much so that Baili Yuan, Wan Yan Wu Lei and other shrews who were good at quarreling later became irritated by Ye Xiaochuan's vicious words during their scoldings.
Shouts and curses kept ringing out from the crowd of human bosses watching the battle from the north. At first, only Ye Xiaochuan was the only one, and later the ghost slaves and some demon sect elders joined. In the end, except for the heads of several major sects, everyone else
Everyone seemed to be yelling loudly, and it seemed that this kind of shouting at the top of their lungs was indeed worse than before.
It feels better to discuss in a low voice with the people around you.
Until dusk comes.
Dusk does not belong to the battlefield, whether it is the Qixing Mountain battlefield or the Yingzui Cliff battlefield. The second line of defense stationed by Zhao Mengyuan is already in danger. The more than one million human soldiers Zhao Shiqu allocated to him have been mostly destroyed at this moment. On the cliffs on both sides of the valley,
Countless stone caves, large and small, were destroyed during the fighting that lasted for several hours.
The skeleton army attacked one by one.
Without the firing of eight oxen crossbows on both sides, what was left was a bloody battle in the narrow valley.
Feng Zhiang, the coach of the third line of defense five miles behind, has begun to prepare for a desperate battle with the enemy.
Zhao Mengyuan was indeed a fierce general who was no weaker than Zhao Zian. Amidst the roaring of war drums, he drew his Mo Dao and led the death squads gathered in the valley to charge south along the canyon.
Fighting in a valley with narrow terrain, without the cover of eight oxen crossbows on both sides, the human soldiers had almost no advantage.
The narrow terrain makes it impossible for one giant warrior to pass through the barrier. Dozens of giant warriors rushing in front can block the passage of the entire canyon.
The fighting in the canyon started when the last ray of light fell before dusk.
One side rushes north along the canyon, and the other side rushes south along the canyon. There are steep mountains on both sides. There is only one road, but it is not a single-plank bridge where the brave will win.
Human soldiers have huge disadvantages in size and strength. Fighting in this kind of terrain will only turn into a one-sided massacre.
Zhan Ying had thought of this beforehand, so Zhan Ying predicted that in this battle, the world would lose at least 15 million people. Zhao Mengyuan tried his best. With 1.2 million people, he was on the second line of defense.
After resisting for a whole day, more than 100,000 heavenly warriors were killed. Most of them were burned to death or shot to death by the Eight Bull Crossbows on both sides. Of course, some were killed by
Killed by a huge rolling stone.
The sound of the charging war drums was infinitely amplified in the mountains and canyons, and the sound of fighting was also infinitely amplified.
A volley of bows and crossbows did little harm to the giant warriors. After three volleys, the two sides were in close combat.
The giant warrior, who was three to four feet tall, wielded a long-handled heavy weapon weighing hundreds of kilograms, like a sickle for cutting grass. Every time he swept it, a large piece of the short human in front of him would fall. So, this
Another killing machine in the killing fortress that had been prepared for a while was pushed out from the mountain.