On the battlefield, more people are always better than fewer people, and there is no incompatibility, it only depends on whether the commander can use it. The battle of the charge, this sentence is vividly interpreted, and no one can refute it.

Hundreds of millions of demon mosquitoes are clustered, facing a thick wall, and people wonder why they don't collide with each other, as if they are still as peaceful.

There are all kinds of signs that the demon mosquito is brewing some kind of upheaval, like a monster that has entered a deep sleep, and will not move lightly unless necessary.

Can you fall asleep while flying in the air?

Yes, the magic mosquito proves it.

According to the requirements of the Thirteen Langs, the five hundred repairs landed silently, and the fighting along the way also tried their best to suppress them, trying not to disturb the strong enemy, and trying to compress the time for them to wake up after being disturbed. When everyone rushed into the sea of mosquitoes, the moment when the noise of demon mosquitoes had just been set off, three hundred soul breaking spears were launched at once.

I saw a threaded light in front of me, and I heard a pop in my ears, and my vision suddenly disappeared.

It's like a huge broom that sweeps through the dust and sweeps away a clear sky, or like a farmer swinging a hoe and digging a big gap. After the brilliance, a wide area of 1,000 feet, 100 feet high, and 400 meters deep appeared on the ground, and a layer of "ash" more than three feet thick appeared on the ground.

How many killed?

The Soul Breaker Spear wasn't actually a spear, it was more like a repeater powered by magic, but there were many more of them, and the direction was scattered rather than in the same direction. Using the mouthparts of the demon mosquito as a material, Hugh said that the iron arrow, even an ordinary flying sword cannot be compared, and its piercing ability can be called terrifying; The sharp arrows can reach thousands of feet, covering 100 feet, and neither the range nor the striking surface are beyond the reach of the bow and arrow.

The demon mosquitoes are dense and strong, and it is not enough to kill them by shooting through, and Thirteen Lang has made a lot of money for this, ordering the collection of various poisons, including Tianxin, to contribute a few mouthfuls of saliva, which will be handled by a special person, and then used to invade the mouthparts.

An ordinary method, any mortal will use it. With the ferocity of the material. Such "weapons" pierced through. Hugh said that those ordinary demon mosquitoes are purple mosquitoes and even silver-level demon mosquitoes, and they have to shake three times when they are hit.

Several silver mosquitoes are still alive, with an unknown number of similar organs stuck in their bodies, wings, and even six legs. Helpless wailing, struggling to die. Low intelligence is like them. At the moment, he seems to be scared stupid. His stunned eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't figure out how this had happened.

"Shhh

On both sides, several overhauls in charge of covering were dumbfounded. They all looked incredulous. Just now, they were still aggrieved because they had become supporting roles, and at the moment they had no ideas at all, and their minds were blank.

Hundreds of Soul Breaker Spears had never been seen fired at the same time before, and although they could imagine that their power must be enormous, after witnessing it for themselves, everyone realized that they had underestimated it too much.

The results are brilliant!

Let's not talk about the results of the battle, if you use the monk's supernatural powers to fight the enemy, if you want to kill so many people under the siege of demon mosquitoes, how much price does the demon cultivator have to pay? How many people will die? How much mana will be consumed?

What about now? The materials are ready-made, inexhaustible, and the demon cultivators only spend some time, and there are a few stupid warriors who have been injured by overconfidence, and not even a single big-headed soldier has died.

"One person doesn't die, one person doesn't die!" muttered with emotion, Meng Fanlin had the name of Bai Xiaosheng, as if he had lost his soul.

Whooshing a few arrows, the struggling silver mosquitoes were all decapitated, marking the end of this round of annihilation. Zang's movements are always so precise and effective, refusing to waste a trace of mana, and at the same time never leaving the opponent a chance to live.

"It's a bit conservative, the front can be widened again. The donkey made a high-level statement at the right time, shaking his head.

"Fool! we have few people, the battle is still long, and the gentleman demands zero casualties!" Huo Linglong's spirit is much better than before, sonorous and powerful.

"That's it, look at you. Big Gray shook his huge head, thinking that this stupid girl has a bad brain, and she doesn't understand the amorous feelings at all.

"Collect the body!"

At the sound of the order, behind the three hundred warriors, eighty monks moved in response to the move, rushing into the battlefield at the speed of chasing the setting sun, each waving their hands in unison, struggling to collect the corpses.

Collecting corpses is to clean up the battlefield, and at the same time, it is also a harvest.

The special request of the military chief was not only to kill the opponents, but also to rob their corpses, and to retrieve them all along with the arrows that had been fired.

When formulating tactics, the link of snatching corpses caused great controversy and made the demons resist. The most important thing to kill the enemy in order to survive is to kill the opponent and maintain vitality. There are only 500 people, and they can't expect to confront the demon mosquito head-on no matter what, so they must go away after a blow, and then choose the protruding part for the next time.

It's like a pack of wolves besieging a bison, pounce on it, bite it, and retreat, and must not be pushed or kicked by the opponent. The surrounding demon mosquitoes are like mountains and seas, the battlefield time is so precious, and life is so precious, but it is not worth it and unwise to take a huge risk to shoot back the corpse.

Surprisingly, in all the links, Jusan Lang insisted on this rule, and the explanation he gave was reasonable but not enough for everyone to accept: he had to take back the arrow that shot him away, and at the same time leave no food for the demon mosquitoes.

Is it to save poison? This thought flashed through the minds of the people, and they immediately felt that it was not necessary. There are several poison cultivators in the team, and they are full of poison, like this kind of shoddy poison arrows, which is enough.

"It's not negotiable, you have to get it back. ”

Thirteen Lang insisted on going his own way and didn't give everyone too many opportunities to question.

It is difficult to leave traces of spells to kill enemies, and the demon mosquitoes themselves will clean up the battlefield and leave nothing; after three years of fierce battles, the demon cultivators have killed hundreds of millions of demon mosquitoes, and all they get are some residual particles. Thirteen Lang can't allow that situation to continue, not only to kill, but also to try to get back to the basics.

Spirit aversion ants can grow, and so are demon mosquitoes, whether it is humans, demon beasts, or demon mosquitoes themselves, they are their military food. In addition, from the bottom of his heart, he always felt that the demon mosquito would grow faster if it devoured its kind, not only because of the food, but also because of the slight spiritual energy contained in its body.

"Whew!"

Suddenly encountering a surprise attack, he was stunned for a moment, and with an angry roar, the sea of demon mosquitoes completely boiled.

I only saw the sound of a bang, which was not used to see, but it could only be said that the momentum of the demon mosquito fluttering was too strong. The momentum of revenge is too shocking, too many and too wild, so that people can't help but think of a bang.

Similar to the south, mosquito swarms bulge seven or eight mountains, snowballing bigger and bigger, like thunder. That's not something that can be fought against by manpower, not to mention how the demon mosquito attacks, just by pressing it over, there are few people here who can live.

"Ho!"

Five hundred people exclaimed in unison, and eighty corpse snatchers struggled to turn around. No need to be rushed. Each pushes the speed to the extreme.

Behind the corpse snatching team, the demon mosquito surged like a storm crashing on the shore, and it really hit the shore.

The battlefield was a thousand feet wide, and more than a hundred monks, including more than a dozen major repairers, were concentrated. Everyone prepares a supernatural power in advance. Contains but does not send. At this moment. One hundred and thirty-seven spells were released at the same time, and one hundred and thirty-seven magic weapons were all in unison, where could the embankment be compared.

The sea of fire, the ocean, the poisonous fog, the knife mountain. There are also puppet beasts and fierce demon souls, where the battle is, it is simply a performance of concentrated spells. The monks took part in the battle, and the warriors who had been in charge of the attack turned to their sides, consciously taking on the responsibility of cover. There are two soul-breaking spears in each person's hand, one is used and one is left, and the crisis is relieved at the critical moment; the three hundred strong battles are each performing their duties, and they are not allowed to take half a step back rather than die.

In the hustle and bustle, the tide and the supernatural power met, like two angry elephants colliding together, and a thousand meters of fire clouds rose up on the battlefield.

"Retreat!"

With a bang, except for a few avatars, everyone turned around together. The monks who used their magical powers didn't even have time to check the effect, and they all rolled up those warriors who had not reached the realm of martial spirits according to the "pairs" arranged in advance, and flew back with all their might.

There is always a time when the spell dies, but it can always last for a while, and more than a hundred people use it with all their might, even if the mosquito mountain can't completely ignore its harm, hesitating slightly. After a moment's delay, when it continued to crush and rush through the previous battlefield, the demon cultivator had withdrawn to five miles away, and was about to surround the mosquito sea.

Today's dream land has been divided into three very clear layers; among them, the demon mosquitoes are sticky, and the further they go, the tighter they become; the second layer is sparse for about 100 miles, which is only equivalent to one-tenth of the beginning of the autumn hunt; and further out, the demon mosquitoes are only scattered and brave, just like a lone wolf that is not accepted by the wolves, not only people can kill, but even the same kind will regard it as prey.

People run away, do you chase or not?

Of course, I have to chase it, but I can't catch up.

It's not that I can't really catch up, but I chased for a distance, and when I reached the edge of the second layer, there was a terrible roar from inside the mosquito sea, and seven or eight mosquito mountains stopped turning, and I had no choice but to turn around, and returned to the inner layer one after another, and slowly calmed down again. Of course, they are much more alert now than they were before this battle took place, and it will take a long time for them to really calm down.

Compared to the south, the northern demon cultivator broke through the shallow distance, and it was much easier to escape.

"Too many!"

Thirteen Lang and several masters returned after the most deaf, and when they turned around and looked at the sea of demon mosquitoes, their expressions were not very happy, but their expressions were a little solemn.

The demon mosquitoes overlap to block the divine sense, and only when they rush in can they know that there are too many demon mosquitoes!

Although it is not possible to make accurate statistics, it is not impossible to make horizontal estimates, and combined with the density of magic mosquitoes and the area they occupy, it is easy to judge that their number is at least half of the original.

What about people?

There are only five hundred here, and even if there are other people around, there are not many people. In other words, instead of shrinking, the contrast between the strength of the enemy and the enemy has become even greater.

Not only that, through this temptation, everyone can see that the demon mosquito has really become a whole, but it doesn't know what is happening inside, and it can't be launched for the time being.

If this is the Birth King, when it ends, it means that the end of the demon cultivation has come, and there will be no change.

"Good tactics and a bright future. Big Ash continued to be silly, deliberately in exchange for a scolding and an additional slap.

"The situation is not good, and the future is uncertain. The fire girl corrected the misjudgment of the donkey, for fear that her IQ would be affected by it.

"There's no golden mosquito, something is wrong. Zang silently appeared beside Thirteen Lang and reported quietly. He had shot a few arrows when he was retreating, one to stop and the other to provoke, to see if he could lure out a part of the mosquito swarm and get farther away from the mosquito sea.

The results have come out, in vain.

"yes, that's the key. Thirteen Lang responded casually and rubbed his eyebrows vigorously.

"It's a hassle. ”

(To be continued......)