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As Lei Dong expected, this sudden outbreak of local battles ended quickly.

After paying the lives of less than 5,000 monks, five million birdmen, including more than 300 twelve-winged birdmen and three fourteen-winged birdmen, were completely annihilated.

In fact, the outcome of this battle was already sealed when the two armies inside and outside were fully encircled and the five million birdmen were separated from the huge array.

Seven Xuan Immortals and Forty-three Golden Immortals peaked, and at the beginning of the battle, they smashed the three fourteen-winged birdmen who had the most combat power and deterrent power in the bird crowd, and their status was obviously much higher than that of their companions, and then they used almost the same technique to divide more than three hundred twelve-winged birdmen into several strands and eat them one bite after another.

The commando team and fireteam that concentrated a large number of Golden Immortal level monks almost occupied more than seventy percent of the high-level combat power of Kunlun Immortal Mountain, and under their all-out assault, a large number of low-level birdmen were killed and exploded.

And those ordinary disciples of the Heavenly Immortal True Immortal level, inspired by the results achieved by the top monks of the sect, exerted a combat power far beyond their imagination, in the face of a strong opponent whose cultivation was not weaker than their own or even better than themselves, and under the absolute inferior strength of one enemy and ten, they gave full play to the advantages of flexible and changeable means of killing the enemy, and even pressed the opponent to attack wildly, and achieved the most hearty victory since the war between the two sides.

It wasn't until the last group of birdmen were completely blasted into an exploding white light that the monks realized that the battle had lasted less than half an hour from beginning to end!

It was a fantastic victory. The monks couldn't believe that after a long and humiliating battle, they still had a chance to perform such a miracle. Then, their eyes focused on the small team.

This team, known as the Six Consecutive and Three Platoons, has only more than thirty people in total, except for the two early stages of the Golden Immortals, the others are all from the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortals to the late stages of the Heavenly Immortals, and they are placed in Kunlun Immortal Mountain, but they are the type that stands out to everyone, and they can't attract anyone's attention at all. But it was such a group of people who played an unimaginable role in this short battle.

These more than 30 people, divided into three groups, put on three triangular formations, holding their strange-shaped weapons in their hands, galloping across the battlefield mountain. Their movements are by no means pretty, and even from time to time they do things that no monk wants to do, such as rolling on the ground, but their killing efficiency is terrifying. In the face of their assault, there were few birdmen who could resist their advancing footsteps, and few birdmen's lightsabers that could hit their bodies. They flew around the battlefield, but the triangular formation remained excellent throughout, while the three teams supported each other, their positions constantly changing, and everywhere they went, the birdmen exploded into clouds of white light.

On the battlefield with a width of thousands of miles, this small team was simply invincible, elusive in the crowd of birds, and single-handedly stirred up the formation of the birdmen. Every time, as long as a group of monks is under siege, they will tear a gap in the crowd of birds to rescue the monks, and every time, as soon as the birds gather together to launch a fierce attack on the monks, they will appear behind the birds, or break up the formation of the birds, or tear out a huge void, creating one good opportunity for the monks to destroy the enemy after another.

If it weren't for their all-out assault, assault and rescue, which made it difficult for a large number of birdmen to organize a large-scale and effective attack, this battle, even if it could be won, would not have won so quickly, and the price paid would have been more than ten times higher.

What's this team called? Militia? What kind of team are they, and how do they practice such skills?

Naturally, they turned their gaze to the thunderbolt that was still standing proudly in mid-air.

From the very beginning of the battle, Lei Dong stood in mid-air, one after another orders, flowing from his mouth, roaring in the sky, and one after another, under the seemingly never-ending orders, swimming and fighting rapidly. His eyes are always so sharp, his every order is always so timely, he seems to be able to always give the most correct order at the first time. According to his orders, every time the monks swam to avoid the large-scale attacks of the birds, and every time they attacked, they would always hit the most uncomfortable part of the birdsmen just right, and achieve the greatest results.

He was like a god, standing high above the clouds, overlooking this complex and ever-changing battlefield.

As the battle progressed, many monks couldn't help but start imagining: if they had been under the command of Lei Dong from the beginning, what would this protracted war be like now? If in the future, they can still be commanded by Lei Dong, then what kind of prospects will the immortals, demons, and birdmen wars that are destined to spread throughout the immortal world in the future?

Lei Dong seemed to feel the blazing light in the eyes of these monks, but he didn't bother to think about these questions, and he didn't have time to think about the general trend of the immortal world in the future. The only thought in his heart was to win this crucial battle at the lowest cost.

Unlike those monks who had tasted victory for the first time, in the eyes of Lei Dong, although this local battle had been completely victorious, as far as the overall battle situation was concerned, the situation faced by the monks was still extremely grim, and the slightest carelessness could cause great changes in the battle situation at any time. 【】

In terms of overall strength, in addition to the huge deficiencies in combat skills and command, the strength of the Birdman still has the absolute upper hand in terms of total strength and average cultivation. The monks were still facing opponents who were nearly a hundred times stronger than themselves.

Judging from the battlefield situation, although in this local battle, the monks fired a beautiful first shot, but in several other aspects, due to the serious lack of combat power at the top, the monks were still in an extremely difficult and cruel battle, and the losses were even greater. In the battle just half an hour, the main force of the monks, who were still surrounded by the birdmen, had lost more than 30,000 people, and this was still under the protection of the Ten Directions Xuantian Cloud Array.

And what worries Lei Dong the most is this. Under the leadership of Mu Qingyuan, the Ten Directions Xuantian Cloud Vertical Array exerted a strong protective ability, but Lei Dong also knew that the requirements for spiritual power of the Ten Directions Xuantian Cloud Vertical Array were extremely perverted, even if the formation itself had the effect of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to supplement spiritual power, but the continuous flow of spiritual power was still a huge test for the thirty-three formation monks headed by Mu Qingyuan, and he couldn't be sure how long Mu Qingyuan and they could hold on! And once there is a problem with the formation, the loss of the monks will rise irrepressibly and wildly, and when the number crosses the bottom line, what awaits the monks will still be irreparable and complete failure!

The most important thing is time, you must preempt the collapse of the formation, command the monks to kill as many damn birdmen as possible, take the lead in grabbing the balance point, and bring the entire battle into their own orbit.

Now, far from the time to breathe a sigh of relief!

Taking a slow breath, almost at the moment when the battle ended in the outermost local battlefield, Lei Dong issued the second stage of the battle order, and the monks, who had just won a victory, began to move towards the left side of the battlefield with all their strength, pounced on the next target.

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Almost the same tactics, almost the same means, once, twice, three times...... Lei Dong commanded the monks, cutting out six huge warbands from the birdman formation one after another, and then completely annihilating them. After three hours of hard fighting, the number of monks who participated in the battle to divide and encircle the birdmen was close to one million, and the overall loss of the monks and the monks had exceeded 300,000. But under their desperate and crazy attacks, the number of birdmen who have been eaten by them one by one has exceeded 40 million. The battle, gradually according to the preset track of the thunder, towards the balance point of the battle situation, rumbled past.

The seventh battle began, and this time, the goal of the thunderbolt was to eat the nearly 10 million birdmen army on the far right flank of the battlefield. As long as he can successfully defeat this big lump, the initiative on the battlefield will be completely in the hands of Lei Dong, and then, he can launch the final offensive against the birdman and completely win this battle. Even, he can change his tricks and put those damn birdmen in a hundred poses, and do whatever he wants.

But at the same time, the melancholy on Lei Dong's face became more and more obvious. Not long after the beginning of this most critical battle, he found that Mu Qingyuan, who was located in the eye of the Ten Directions Xuantian Cloud Hanging Array, had already been a little vain in his steps, Bai Hechen, Hu Bicheng and Liang Tiangeng, their faces had become more and more ugly, and the bodies of the thirty Golden Immortal Peaks who assisted in the operation of the formation had begun to tremble involuntarily.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Lei Dong thought silently in his heart, and the command in his mouth kept going down all the time, and the pace of the monks' attacks suddenly increased.

However, even though Lei Dong had done his best and the monks' attacks were getting more and more frenzied, accidents inevitably happened.

Directly west, at a node leading to the eye of the Ten Directions Xuantian Hanging Cloud Array, a Golden Immortal Peak Monk's body suddenly twitched uncontrollably, and in less than a breath, this monk was completely paralyzed to the ground, and the incomparably complex spiritual power channel was suddenly cut off from the middle.

In just a short moment, the ten-sided Xuantian Cloud Formation that shrouded a radius of 30,000 li suddenly collapsed in the northwest corner, and thousands of light sabers passed through the formation, and thousands of monks were caught off guard and were killed by a single blow!

"!" Lei Dong shouted, and his brain suddenly tightened.

But just when he was helpless, just about to adjust the monk's formation, Mu Qingyuan suddenly let out an angry roar, and a long roar like a dragon roared into the sky, and a spiritual power like a thick dragon roared out from him, instantly rushing to the side of the paralyzed golden immortal peak, and reconnecting the spiritual power channel that had just been broken together, and the huge spiritual power, shining with colorful brilliance, covered the entire battlefield again.

But at the same time, Mu Qingyuan's body shook violently, and a large mouthful of golden blood, mixed with a trace of black, spurted straight out of his mouth, shining miserably in the dazzling light.

"Hurry up, leave me alone!" Mu Qingyuan roared loudly at Lei Dong, his voice had become extremely dry and hoarse, and with this roar, another mouthful of blood spurted out of Mu Qingyuan's mouth, and his body shook even more.

At this time, a Miaoman's figure floated from tens of thousands of miles away, and landed in front of Mu Qingyuan in a flash, Qianqianyu's hand was attached to Mu Qingyuan's back, and the vast spiritual power exploded, continuously injecting into Mu Qingyuan's body.

Lotus Blossom!

"Great Elder!" Bai Hechen and Hu Bicheng shouted in surprise, their originally ugly faces suddenly glowed, and their spiritual power was vertical and horizontal, and the brilliance of the formation that had just been a little dim skyrocketed again.

"Great Elder!" The monks who saw the figure of Miaoman felt as if they had suddenly been injected with stimulants, and shouted and launched a deadly attack on the birds.

The seventh battle came to an end, nearly 10 million birdmen, there were less than two million left, the surrounding divided birdmen screamed angrily, frantically launched a group attack on the monks, the crowd of birds covering the sky and the sun, like a tide to impact the monks' defense line, wave after wave, never stop.

However, at this time, Lei Dong's face had completely relaxed, and the balance point he had been waiting for for a long time had finally arrived.

"Artillery platoon, shoot quickly! Tiger! Rush! ”

In the thunderous shout, hundreds of miles away, more than 30 soldiers in short clothes and short hair suddenly rushed out of a dense forest, bang

The next moment, fifteen huge cannonballs rose into the air and exploded in the crowd of birds.

After a round of test firing, a rush of fire began, one shell after another, roaring with an earth-shattering explosion, blasting through the crowd of birds. Wave after wave of birdmen turned into a ball of dazzling white light in the violent explosion.

Almost at the same time as the sound of the cannon was remembered, wave after wave of majestic men poured out from the dense forest, from the valley, from the sky, and from the ground, and rushed towards the center of the battlefield.

"Oh my God, it's a demon clan!" The sharp-eyed monks were already screaming. For thousands of years, Kunlun Immortal Mountain and the demon clan have been in constant friction, and the big and small battles and disputes have never stopped, and now at this most critical time, tens of thousands of demon clans are rushing over so straight, what are they going to do?

"What are you shouting?" Tens of thousands of demon clans were divided into ten directions, and they were fiercely inserted into the birdman array, and the first one opened his chest, revealing a half-foot-long golden chest hair, and shouted angrily with great dissatisfaction, "Lao Tzu is here to fight birdmen!" ”

A relaxed smile finally appeared on Lei Dong's face, he knew that with the arrival of the Tenth Brigade, the victory of this battle was decided, and they were the last straw that completely crushed the birdman after the balance point arrived, and it was also his trump card! (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.