Fang Zheng once saw the war between the Desolate Man and the King Beast...but it was just an encirclement and suppression of a group of powerful single masters by countless armies.
Far from being called a war!
He had also seen the war breaking out on the Xuexiao Gorge through a surveillance camera, but it was not immersive after all.
When you are personally on the battlefield.
When they saw the front with their own eyes, the barren people quickly gathered into an army, turning from a trickle into a vast ocean, and launched the most ferocious charge towards mankind.
When he saw countless artillery fire coming from behind, when he saw the human warriors forming the toughest human shield to resist the attack of the deserters...
When he saw the two sides fighting hand to hand, blood, broken flesh and corpses were immediately thrown out.
Only then did he know.
War is never that simple.
The flowing warrior is like a piece of pure silk.
Countless violent explosions, mixed with gunpowder smoke, tore countless ferocious gaps in the flowing silk cloth, dyeing the gaps with a dark and bright red color.
Compared to the surging desolate people, humans' response was much more organized.
The supernatural warriors standing at the front were using their powers with all their strength at the same time.
The originally flat ground suddenly rose up, forming a very high slope... The footsteps of the deserters were frustrated, and the deserters at the front jumped up, and immediately became the most conspicuous target.
The chaotic gunshots directly drove these menacing deserters back at a faster speed.
But the remaining deserters rushed forward one after another, rushing to the front.
Together with the wild beasts roaring wildly, they rushed into the crowd and killed them.
The human warriors also stepped forward to welcome them.
Even though the lethality of hot weapons is extremely strong, they still need the assistance of cold weapons, and warriors need to buy time for them.
The alien warriors, in this environment, showed extremely strong lethality.
Fang Zheng saw with his own eyes that under the control of an Ice and Snow Martial Lord, the ground that had been filled with broken snow suddenly condensed with countless ice spikes, piercing the soles of dozens of deserters' feet.
In an instant, blood splattered.
And in the sky, waves of white refined salt rise from time to time, mixed with the flying snow, making it difficult to distinguish...
But the barren people have already prepared countermeasures.
Countless shields were raised to the sky.
Although there are gaps, it is difficult to block the refined salt, but it can also minimize the lethality...
Artillery fire roared and fighting shook the sky.
Within that narrow range, the battlefield turned into a gladiatorial arena, and everyone seemed to have lost their humanity, with only animal nature raging and murderousness exploding.
Fight!
The highly respected warrior in the human world transformed into the most bloodthirsty beast here, charging at the deserted man. Even if his hands and feet were cut off and his mouth was left, he would still tear out a piece of flesh and blood from the deserted man's body.
, although they also know that this flesh and blood is highly poisonous and cannot be saved if it enters the body.
"It seems that they really have no regard for sacrifice."
Liusu took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in her heart... She was too familiar with this kind of battlefield.
Once upon a time, she was also a member of the fight off the field.
But now, she can stand at the rear and watch the war from a superior position, but she is not used to this change in status.
There was a bit of heat in her eyes, and she said: "Fangzheng, I came here by accident. I don't know what your plans were, but you probably didn't count me in... I went down?"
Even she herself didn't know why she had to ask for Fang Zheng's permission.
"Well, go ahead."
Fang Zheng did not refuse.
Liusu has never been a young bird protected under the wings. Her rich combat experience is far superior to Fang Zheng's, coupled with her current strength that even the grandmaster cannot match.
She is different from a genius like Liu Xiaomeng, she is a mortal.
But just because we are mortals, we have never slacked off at all over the years, and are always preparing to strengthen ourselves... We dare not be even a little distracted.
But now, after ten years of sharpening, there is finally an opportunity to show off.
Above the desolate blade, raging purple flames filled the air, and the purple stream of light was particularly dazzling under the white blizzard... And Liusu's whole body was like a sharp arrow, rushing straight towards the desolate man below.
She was extremely fast, and in just the blink of an eye, she had already rushed to the front line, wherever the wild blade passed by.
It was difficult for the surrounding people to resist, and they were all cut into two pieces by the blazing purple flames of the waste blade... Then the flames steamed, and the blood could not be sprayed out at all, and they were all turned into coke.
Although there is only one person.
But Liusu's combat power is now so strong that he even surpasses the master. He holds a peerless weapon and a desolate blade. There is no enemy under his sword. Although he is only a delicate woman, his sword is powerful and full of energy.
The torrent swept across, attacking in all directions...
She soon became almost a leader among humans!
In just a moment, the humans who were still fighting on their own before had already centered on her and followed her footsteps, rushing towards the deserted people!
For a time, morale surged, and the human soldiers turned into sharp knives, and the tassel was the sharpest tip. Wherever it passed, no one could stop the sharp edge.
Fang Zheng asked: "When will the leader of the wilderness show up?"
Han Kun replied: "They will not appear too early. They usually appear after our high-power bombardment stock has been used in large quantities."
"Is it?"
Fang Zheng is not an expert, but even he can see the problem after being on the battlefield for so long.
These desert people are coming with great ferocity, and when facing humans, they fight with incomparable bravery. Even with the assistance of a large number of thermal weapons, humans can barely stand a stalemate with them...
Even if Liusu joins the battlefield, on the battlefield, although the power of one person is not small, it is not much greater. It can only determine the advantage of a certain area.
But what really makes Fang Zheng strange is that these barren people have no belief in victory as imagined, and they fight against humans with sheer courage...
I took away all your old nests, but you don’t feel any sadness at all?
This is absolutely impossible.
Fang Zheng was at the scene of the battle that destroyed the Desolate World. He saw with his own eyes how these Desolate people respected their Desolate Palace and how they were willing to die calmly for their Desolate Emperor.
It seemed that someone had indeed concealed the news of the destruction of the Desolate Palace, hoping to win in defeat and gain the last glimmer of hope for the Desolate people.
Fang Zheng sneered and said, "If you don't want to come out, then there's no need to come out. I'm going."
Haocang warned: "Sect Master Fang, the deity-level desolate people are not easy to deal with. You must be careful of their attacks!"
"Don't worry, I'm sure, and I just want to say a few words to these barren people!"
The square figure slowly floated up.
As his figure hung in the air, the spiritual energy around him surged... In front of him, a white flying sword floated in front of him.
The Xianyu Flying Sword is made from the purest refined salt and condensed and refined with the power of transforming into gods. After Xuanji became a cultivator of transforming into gods, although he could not be said to be the number one in the world of cultivating immortals, his strength was almost the highest in the world.
Invincible.
Although this flying sword is too pure, its lethality to humans is not too strong, but if it is to a deserted person...
Fangzheng's body is surrounded by spiritual energy, blessing the Xianyu Flying Sword.
The shadow of Xianyu's flying sword suddenly blurred, changing from one to two, and from two to four.
When the Ten Thousand Sword Art was used, countless dense sword shadows surrounded Fang Zheng's body, and behind him were the dazzling white sword wings.
Blessed by the power of countless elixirs, he reached the late stage of attaining Dongxu.
Fang Zheng has been able to master this sword technique that he could only perform with great effort in the past... But under this sword technique, the huge sword wings stretched out, countless sharp auras spread out, and from Fang Zheng as the center, countless cracks on the ground spread outward.
At this moment, countless sharp auras circulated.
Besides the sharpness, there was also an aura of anxiety spreading around.
Humans couldn't detect this anxious energy, but the desert people who were a little closer all shuddered and felt an inexplicable sharp sting in their bodies. That burning feeling was clearly...
They looked up.
But I saw countless densely packed white flying swords in the sky, like a continuous rain of locusts, falling straight down.
Sword energy seems to be extremely powerful, but its lethality is surprisingly weak.
In other words, no matter how magical the weapon is, it is made of refined salt, compressed and purified to the extreme. The sharpness is naturally extraordinary, but compared to the magic weapons, it is obviously inferior to one level.
If you don't see the mystery, you still need to clear the way with the Ethereal Spiritual Wooden Sword, and then you can use the White Spirit Flying Sword to pierce the defense of the Holy Bones of the Wild God!
But even if it is not sharp enough, it is only relatively speaking.
Facing these wild men, breaking the defense is not a problem.
And once the defense is broken.
Even if you can't penetrate the enemy...
Wherever the sword light went, it hit these human warriors, but the sting made them grin. They only felt that the wound caused by the sword was so painful, as if they had been struck by a sword and then sprinkled a handful of salt on the wound.
Similar.
But it fell on the deserter.
Wherever the sword light passes, there is no way to avoid it. Even if you resist, as soon as the sword energy comes close, these desolate people will not even have time to scream, and they will all be reduced to ashes immediately.
A sword passed through.
It's almost like a big purge, cleaning out all the desolate people within a radius of several thousand meters!
For a time, many human warriors were left on the battlefield, looking at each other with weapons in hand. They looked around, only to find that they could not find any trace of the enemy.
And Haocang stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and praised: "Well, Sect Master Fang is young, but his strength is really good. This form of sword light is really magical. Although the power is much weaker, it is really... um... suck...
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Halfway through his words, he saw that all the deserters within a radius of several thousand meters were directly killed.
He gasped, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and he pulled out dozens of strands from his beard, grimacing in pain.
He didn't understand what was going on... Weird, this blow was ordinary, ordinary, and weak!
But how did it lead to such a big result?
Could it be that these desolate people are all made of paper and cannot be broken with a poke?
Were the people they fought before all fake deserters?