Bai Qi drew out the Longyuan Sword and swung it forward. A layer of blood-red light bloomed from his body, covering the entire Qin army.
boom!
The entire sky was blood red, and it seemed as if the boundless sea of blood was constantly rolling in the sky. The evil energy was soaring into the sky, and was constantly eroding in the direction of Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun's war clouds were like snowflakes meeting a soldering iron, and most of them disappeared in an instant.
Zhao Jun's march slowed down, and a feeling called fear spread in Zhao Jun's heart.
"puff!"
Zhao Kuo spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the Yanyue Formation collapsed instantly.
"Let me do it!"
Lian Po said that although his Heavenly Control Formation was not suitable for attacking, it had the attributes of being resolute and unyielding. Even if Bai Qi wanted to defeat him, it would not be easy.
"What is this?" Zhao Kuo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of deep fear.
"Bai Qi's blood evil formation." Lian Po said in a deep voice.
In the whole world, there is only one person whose battle formation has this effect!
He now believes what Zhao Kuo said, the Qin army coach is really Bai Qi.
"What effect?" Zhao Kuo asked.
"The power of swallowing the enemy's energy and blood is transformed into one's own strength. At the same time, it suppresses the enemy's overall strength and increases the fear in the hearts of soldiers. I once asked a soldier who was lucky enough to survive Bai Qi's hands. He said that he felt like he was falling into a boundless sea of blood.
There are enemies everywhere." Lian Po said.
"How is this possible? How can the battle formation be so powerful?" Zhao Kuo said in shock.
"Look." Lian Po pointed forward.
The Qin army was shrouded in a black-red glow, and the weapons in their hands exuded a frightening chill, like ghost soldiers coming out of hell.
The iron eagle warriors were like huge awls piercing into the Zhao army, constantly harvesting the lives of the Zhao army. The chariots on both sides rumbled past, and with a wave of Chang Ge, a row of soldiers fell down.
The intersection between the Qin and Zhao armies was like a huge gear, constantly crushing lives.
The strength of the Zhao army's soldiers was greatly weakened, and they retreated steadily under the attack of the Qin army, causing huge casualties in a short period of time.
The soldiers at the front were most obviously affected. A very small number of soldiers could not bear the tremendous pressure and ran away like crazy. They were killed before they could even take a few steps.
Heng Wan took the lead, and when he hammered down, there was a big pit. Even the Flame Bear was knocked away, and a hundred meters in radius was cleared into an open space.
As Bai Qi issued orders one after another, countless Qin troops swept towards the Zhao army like a black flood.
Sima Geng drove the chariot to the front, his body wrapped in jet black armor, and the fiery red war cloud directly covered the entire army. He and Huan Jie rushed towards Feng Ting like a long dragon on the left and right.
The bloody war clouds kept rolling, like the boundless sea of blood rolling up a huge red wave and slamming down on this city that would never fall, causing the city to shake.
Chariots all over the mountains and plains rushed down the hillside. Countless Zhao soldiers were crushed by the chariots, fell into a pool of blood, and were washed away by the elixir water.
These are all veterans who have followed Feng Ting for many years, and now they are decreasing.
Feng Ting was shocked, his eyes were cold, and he roared: "Foreign enemies invaded, and the mountains and rivers were shattered. Until the blood is shed, we will not retreat until we die!"
"kill!"
Feng Ting took the lead and rushed towards Sima Jian.
"when!"
The two weapons collided hard.
The two of them each took a few steps back. Then, they looked at each other and bumped into each other again. They turned around and the spear in Feng Ting's hand was like a poisonous snake reaching towards Sima Geng. Sima Geng seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he flexibly attacked Feng Ting.
He dodged the attack and attacked with his backhand, leaving a mark on Feng Ting's armor.
"Qin dog!"
Feng Ting cursed loudly and went to kill Sima Geng again.
"Haha, only the weak can only curse!"
Sima Jian smiled at the corner of his mouth, waving his spear like the wind, with little bits of cold light shining, and a few scales falling from Feng Ting's armor.
Not long after, Feng Ting was suppressed by Sima Geng.
"Boom."
At this time, Huanjue also drove his chariot towards Feng Ting.
"Surrender or die." Sima Geng said coldly, and the spear suddenly stabbed Feng Ting on the left chest. Just when he was about to stab Feng Ting, a strong force came from the tip of the spear and pushed to the right. The two sides passed each other,
"Wow!" Feng Ting's armor on his chest was scratched, and blood seeped out of the armor.
Feng Ting's chest heaved, breathing heavily, and spat at Sima Geng with disdain.
"Even if I die, I will kill you Qin dogs."
Feng Ting completely gave up his defense and resorted to risking his life to exchange injuries with Sima Geng.
No one knows that Feng Ting's father and two brothers all died at the hands of the Qin army in the Battle of Yique.
Feng Ting swore that he would avenge his father and brother in this life, so he would rather dedicate Shangdang to the State of Zhao than surrender to the State of Qin.
"Then you go die."
Huan Ye suddenly jumped up from the chariot, brandished his halberd and hit Feng Ting on the head. Feng Ting quickly raised his gun to meet him.
"when!"
There was a loud noise, and the terrifying energy storm centered on the two of them and swept wildly in all directions. The surrounding soldiers were knocked away, and even Zhan Yun was torn open.
The battlefield is never a place that pays attention to fairness. Two versus one is a common occurrence, and Huan Jue does not have any psychological pressure.
"puff!"
Feng Ting took a few steps back, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his face turned pale. Originally, he was no match for Sima Geng, but now that Huan Jue had joined him, he was even more defeated.
"General, withdraw!" the soldiers shouted while resisting with all their might.
Feng Ting looked around and saw that the troops he had brought from South Korea were being slaughtered crazily by the Qin army.
The battle armor on his body has been dyed red with blood. The Qin Army's bloody war clouds are like waves of the blood sea, crazily eroding the Zhao Army's war clouds. The Qin Army's generals are as powerful as a rainbow, and the Zhao Army is constantly retreating.
"Fight to the death!" Feng Ting roared and faced him again...
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I wear the same robe as my son. The king raised his army and repaired my spear..."
The soldiers of the Qin army sang war songs loudly and thrust their weapons into Zhao Jun's chest. The spears spurted blood, arrows flew everywhere, the chariots were broken, and corpses were everywhere. It was extremely tragic.
"How come the Qin army is suddenly so strong!" Zhao Kuo said in horror.
The State of Zhao is a land of four battles, and everyone is good at martial arts. The Zhao soldiers are the most elite soldiers in the world. Even though they are about the same number, they are actually engaged in an encirclement and annihilation battle by the enemy!
"The Qin army is all elite, even super elite." Lian Po said in a deep voice.
"This is impossible." Zhao Kuo said firmly.
Zhao has an army of 400,000, of which only about 100,000 can be called elite, and the remaining 300,000 are all ordinary soldiers.
This was the result of a series of battles in which all unqualified soldiers were eliminated.
How could the Qin army have 600,000 elites, or even super elites?
If this is the case, then there is no need to fight, Zhao Guo can surrender directly!
Besides, it's not like Zhao Kuo has never seen the strength of the Qin army. In the battle half a month ago, except for the iron eagle warriors, the overall quality of the Qin army was almost the same as that of the Zhao army, and even the miscellaneous soldiers were not as good as those of the Zhao army.
"As long as Bai Qi is present, there are 600,000 elites." Lian Po said slowly.