At this time, the group of warriors of the Changhong Sword Sect is in a position between danger and criticality, speaking of danger, they are now facing an enemy nearly five times their size, and the chance of winning is almost zero, but they can't talk about it now, after all, the combat power of the Huaxia warriors is there, and without being sneak attacked, more than a thousand mutants want to defeat these warriors head-on, and it is not possible to do it in a while!

At this time, the battle situation was in a stalemate, and the Huaxia warriors were strictly guarded, especially the disciples of the Changhong Sword Sect relied on the Zhou Tian Sword Formation, the treasure of the town faction, to resist the attack of the mutants. ：／

The Zhou Tian Sword Formation is the secret technique of the Changhong Sword Sect, the Zhou Tian Sword Formation composed of nine hundred and eighty-one disciples can evolve into three hundred and sixty Zhou Tian, and the sword array can be trapped in it even if it is a fourth-level peak martial artist, this is a secret method of borrowing power from heaven and earth, and even the top martial artists can't crack it, let alone these mutants who don't understand anything!

In front of Zhou Tian's Sword Formation, a large number of mutants were killed, including even several fourth-level mutants.

The disciples of the other sects all gathered next to the Zhou Tian Sword Formation at this time, waiting for an opportunity to pick up and kill the enemy, but more enemies were stopped by the Zhou Tian Sword Formation.

Although the Zhou Tian Sword Formation seemed to be inexplicable at this time, but Qianyang Zhenren was anxious, these disciples who presided over the Sword Formation were generally not of high rank, only about three levels, although they formed the Sword Formation, although they inherited the power of heaven and earth, it was enough to block the attack of thousands of mutants, but these disciples' true qi was limited, once their true qi was exhausted, then the Zhou Tian Sword Array would also collapse by itself.

Once they don't have the protection of Zhou Tian's Sword Formation, their less than two hundred warriors will be involved in a melee by thousands of mutants, once they fall into a melee, the advantage in numbers will be greatly magnified, and then it will be the turn of the warriors to be unlucky!

"Intensify the attack!"

"What about the Alpha Group, bombard them with energy!"

"You idiots, don't you know that reinforcements are coming, step up your attack! I'm going to kill these damn Huaxiamen!" Walker frantically urged his mutants to attack, he is the commander of this team of mutants, and the eldest son of Linton, the vice president of the mutant brotherhood!

Walker's so-called hatred for Huaxia warriors is still rooted in Jiang Fei, as early as the Battle of Dongying, Jiang Fei and others were intercepted by mutants on their way back, and the leader was Walker's twin brother Frost Prince Kidd!

However, Kidd's child was more unlucky, he was pampered at home since he was a child, and he had no one in his eyes, but he didn't expect to meet Jiang Fei when he was sent out on a mission for the first time.

I think Jiang Fei was also a stunned young man back then, so he didn't care how deep your background was, and he dared to pretend to be thirteen in front of Jiang Daguan, so can he get used to you? As a result, Jiang Fei raised his sword and slaughtered Kidd!

Because at that time, the mutant brotherhood had just obtained the biochemical data, and they had not yet had time to turn this technology into strength, so the father and son Linton and Walker could only keep their hatred in their hearts first.

But today, Walker, who was originally only a fourth-level mid-level, was strengthened to the peak of the fourth level by biochemical technology, and he brought people to attack the Huaxia martial artists, and he had an unforgettable hatred for the martial artists in public and private, so he naturally urged his subordinates to attack!

"Boom ......"

Attacks in the form of energy such as frost and flame were smashed towards the martial artist by those mutants with special attributes, but they were all crushed by the sword gangs issued by the Zhou Tian Sword Array, but in order to send out these sword gangs, the eighty-one disciples of the Changhong Sword Sect who presided over the sword array were exhausted!

At this time, they were completely relying on their will to forcibly support, and the true qi in their bodies was on the verge of running out of oil.

Although the mutant's attack only lasted less than two hours, these third-level Changhong Sword Sect disciples were already dying!

"Brother Bai, when will you come!" Qianyang Zhenren was also anxious at this time, these fourth-level masters could only stare dryly at this time, because the disciples who formed the sword formation must be of equal strength, if the strength was not equal, the sword formation would not be able to run!

But if you want Qianyang Zhenren to make up ninety-nine eighty-one fourth-level masters, it is like a fool's dream, if they really have so many fourth-level masters, what kind of sword formation do they use, they will directly fight back!

"Master, I can't do it anymore!" After holding on for half an hour again, a disciple of the Changhong Sword Sect who was presiding over the sword formation finally couldn't support it anymore, and after a mouthful of blood spurted out, he fainted to the ground!

"Ah!" Qianyang Zhenren's heart chuckled, although he felt sorry for this disciple, he was even more afraid of the collapse of the sword formation!

The Zhou Tian Sword Array borrowed strength from heaven and earth, and the ninety-nine eighty-one disciples were indispensable, and now one disciple couldn't support it and vomited blood and fainted, and the entire Zhou Tian Sword Formation also stopped running!

"Hah! those damn Huaxia people are finished! Kill them!" a flash of surprise flashed in Walker's eyes!

"Damn! All the disciples have withdrawn! Formation defense!" Qianyang Zhenren shouted loudly.

The disciples who originally supported Zhou Tian's sword formation quickly retreated and snatched back the fainting disciple, these people were exhausted at this time, so they were protected in the middle of the crowd!

At this time, the outermost part of the defensive circle was naturally more than a dozen fourth-level masters such as Qianyang Zhenren, and then there were the third-level disciples of those small sects, although these people had sixty or seventy people together, but there were as many as a thousand mutants besieging them!

"Kill!" Qianyang Zhenren turned his heart sideways, and at this time he could only resist desperately and wait for Bai Wanli's reinforcements.

If Qianyang Zhenren and the others choose to break through at this time, then first of all, none of the exhausted disciples of the Changhong Sword Sect will survive, not only them, but even the third-level disciples of those small sects will be difficult to break out of the encirclement, only them, the fourth-level martial artists, have hope of escaping and ascending to heaven.

But in that case, Qianyang Zhenren can't agree to be the first one, these disciples are the elites of the Changhong Sword Sect, and they are also the future of the Changhong Sword Sect, if they are all buried here, the Changhong Sword Sect is basically over!

The same is true for the heads and elders of other small sects, they themselves are small sects, and there are not many third-level disciples, if they are all buried here, they can't afford this loss, so in the case of Bai Wanli's reinforcements, they are not willing to give up these elite disciples!

"Kill those Huaxia people! Leave no one behind!" After Zhou Tian's sword formation collapsed, Walker's eyes were red, and all the hatred of the country and family came to his eyes at this time, and he was now eager to eat the flesh of the warriors and drink the blood of the warriors!

"Whew......"

With a strange scream, one by one the beastly mutants pounced, and those energy-feeding mutants were long-range bombardment, because their power came from the bloodline, so the means of attack were quite simple.