"I've hidden it all!" Song Tianxing looked at the fifty-five soldiers in front of him, his face was extremely grim, "Our strength is too weak, so the key to this battle is to conceal, and then at the most critical moment, launch a sudden attack!" Before launching, who dares to divulge the slightest trace, military law is engaged! ”

"Yes!" Fifty-five people said at the same time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoTheir voices were low, so low that they could no longer be heard from a few feet away, but there was an unprecedented excitement in their tones.

In the distance, the sound of shouting and killing has faintly reached the ears.

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"Suzaku Branch, Seventh Rudder, give me all the strength to rush forward!"

"Xuanwu Branch, block the enemy in front of you!"

Lu Pingjun's deep voice sounded in the sky-rushing shouts of killing, and a group of about 10,000 monks followed the passage split by the five thousand masters who took the lead in the Vermilion Bird Branch, and plunged straight into the demon array. On both sides, nearly 100,000 monks from the White Tiger Branch Hall and the Blue Dragon Branch Hall had already outflanked them from afar, preparing to carry out a trap on a piece of the demon clan that had been divided again.

Such a battle has been going on for a whole day and two nights.

In the past two days, Hoututang has used the same tactics to eliminate more than five million demons. But the strength of the demon clan seems to be endless, and they are like a tide, constantly surging forward, wave after wave, never stopping.

In the rear, more and more demons are rushing over and constantly joining the battlefield. On the battlefield with a radius of more than 100,000 miles, the demon clan was densely distributed, and its total number of troops had soared from the initial tens of millions to more than 20 million, far exceeding its losses. They rushed forward without fear of death, and did not hesitate to fill the path with their lives. And it doesn't seem to be stopping at all.

And those birdmen!

These strange species that have only appeared on a large scale in the immortal world recently have no one knowing their origins, but they have brought great pressure to Lu Pingjun. These birdmen, with four, six, or eight huge wings of light, are not particularly high in cultivation, and they don't seem to have any wisdom, but their number is ten times and a hundred times that of the demons, and they are full of dazzling white light, and they pounce overwhelmingly, covering the entire sky. They flapped their wings of light dozens of zhang long, slamming wildly, and the sharp lightsaber composed of white light stabbed down from the air, like a torrential rain. They cooperated with the demons on the ground, and one by one, they surrounded the group to which the Hoututang belonged, forming a huge round ball.

With the absolute disadvantage of the troops, the casualties of the Houtudo began to increase, and in the course of two days and one night, more than 15,000 monks had already died on the spot. This forced Lu Pingjun to constantly invest in the reserves at hand, and at the same time slowly retreat the battlefield to the rear.

But even in this extremely difficult situation, Lu Pingjun did not give up any opportunity to annihilate the enemy, let alone give up the competition for every inch of land. Under his command, the 500,000 monks of the Houtu Hall were divided into four large areas, and slowly followed the plan, while constantly retreating, they would give the demon cubs a heavy blow.

Corpses are strewn all over the field, and blood is flowing and pestles.

For Lu Pingjun, for Hoututang, and even for the entire Haotianmen, this is a huge war that has not happened for tens of millions of years, and it is also an unprecedented and cruel battle. On this road, every inch of the ground was soaked with red and black blood, and on every inch of land, there were countless corpses and severed limbs of the demons and immortals, and the demons and birdmen had to pay huge casualties every time they took a step forward. In two days and one night, the battlefield full of costumes only retreated back for more than seven hundred miles, and until now, the demon army still has not broken through the defense line of Hoututang. They are like an impregnable copper wall, blocking the surging tide in front of them!

However, in any case, retreat and defeat seem to be inevitable, looking at the increasingly large team of demons and birdmen, what rose in Lu Pingjun's heart was not sadness, but full of fighting spirit: even if defeat was inevitable in the end, even if the demon cubs would eventually rush past their own resistance, they would have to pay the greatest price, asking them to step on their own corpses to pass!

The people and horses of the seventh rudder of the Vermilion Bird Branch Hall have rushed into the Demon Clan's big array, and the assault force that has been rushing and killing in the Demon Race group before will be combined, nearly a million demons have been divided, and more than 50,000 monks in the Xuanwu Branch Hall have begun to intercept the demon army that has rushed up, and the two branches of the Green Dragon and White Tiger have completed the encirclement of this enemy, and a local annihilation war is about to start.

This is the last and largest counter-assault, after eating this million demons, the troops will follow the plan, while blocking strongly, while retreating to the rear, but they will no longer carry out such a large-scale counter-assault battle.

Because less than three hundred miles behind him, it is the natural danger of Mingjia Mountain, and all the forces of Hoututang will be here, relying on the terrain and terrain, to make the final attack on the demon army, and resolutely not let the opponent step forward.

"Xuanwu Branch, the third and fifth rudder, the sixth and seventh rudder of Qinglong Branch, the second and sixth rudder of the main hall, set off immediately and rush to Mingjia Mountain!" The battle of division and encirclement has begun, and estimating the progress of the war, Lu Pingjun issued the latest order, "Before the army arrives, gain a firm foothold and prepare for a more brutal battle!" ”

Several hall masters gathered around.

"Stand out from here! Other parishes will cooperate with you! Looking at the several helmsman hall masters who came up, Lu Pingjun pointed to a small area in the west of the north, and his tone was calm, revealing incomparably resoluteness, "Give you three hours, all preparations must be completed during this period, is there a problem?" ”

"Obey the decree of the hall master!" Several hall masters and helmsmen glanced at each other, agreed in unison, and led the people of the headquarters to rush straight in the designated direction. On both sides, more than 30,000 monks from the three halls suddenly plunged into the battlefield, constantly impacting both sides, and finally pulled out a thin gap in the demon array. The six rudders, nearly 100,000 people, rushed out from this weak link, and went towards the Mingjia Mountain Heavenly Immortals like lightning.

"The fifth rudder of the White Tiger Branch, move closer to the left! The third branch, move laterally to the right! ”

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Lu Pingjun commanded loudly, but his mind was hundreds of miles back. There will be the final burial place of the Hoututang's desperate battle, I only hope that the sect will receive its own warning, send more people and horses, and make arrangements as soon as possible to avoid this catastrophe that is almost annihilated. As for himself, life or death, he no longer cares......