The battlefield is a flash of spring and autumn!

In just a few moments, the situation on the battlefield was tilted, and the magnitude and speed of change were too great for humans and demon mosquitoes to expect.

From the appearance of the black wave to the rush in, from the impact to the engulfment, after two extremely short intersections, mankind easily turned from defeat to stalemate, and steadily moved towards victory.

The survival magic of the demon mosquito is a typical pyramid structure, each level has absolute dominance over the lower level, and the low-level demon mosquito obeys their direct "mother", even if they give up their lives, they do not hesitate.

However, just like human beings, once the blood ties are separated by generations, or even after generations, this obedience is also diluted.

The death of the three purple mosquito kings brought about drastic changes, and the blue-level mosquito kings, who numbered as many as 100, began to hesitate and began to plan a way out for themselves and their people. Because for them, no matter whether they win or lose this battle, they will face the end of being embezzled, and as long as they are spirits, they will hesitate in the face of such a result, and then have a sense of retreat.

Even the surviving mosquito colonies of the purple mosquito kings are in a commotion at this moment, and the reason is very clear, their kings are afraid!

The Demon Mosquito fights with the opponent, and the Supreme Mosquito King usually does not participate in the battle, which would not have been a problem. However, as the leader of the mosquito swarm, the mosquito king must overwhelm his opponent in terms of momentum, and must have a fearless spiritual demonstration, otherwise, even if it is these demon insects with no emotions to speak of, the mood will inevitably be melancholy.

Bloodline connection is both an advantage and a disadvantage, and the psychological fluctuations of the mosquito king can't hide the demon mosquitoes, not to mention that these demon mosquitoes are all at the level of the mosquito king, and the feelings are more keen.

Imperceptibly. The mosquito swarm gradually became chaotic, on the contrary, the human side was full of momentum, and the roaring and killing sound was deafening. It has overshadowed the demon mosquito.

With the death of the fourth purple mosquito, this change became more and more obvious, and the demon mosquito began to show signs of failure, and it was out of control.

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Blood slaughter is a special race, and their clansmen, no matter how high or low they are in cultivation, whether they are monks or cultivators, all use the same kind of weapon, or magic weapon.

The knife is called the sword of a hundred soldiers!

Hundred Clans of the Demon Realm. If you talk about murder and bravery, blood killing is the first recommendation. Correspondingly, the blood-killing clansmen, regardless of men, women, old and young, regardless of their cultivation. They all love to use knives.

With a heroic heart, with fearless courage and murderous aura, with indifference and fierceness like a knife, although the Blood Killing Clan did not have a soul breaking spear, its strength remained the most intact. The most demon mosquitoes were also killed.

Tough, resilient, aloof, and well-organized, they tend to be reluctant to be attacked by a few people, even if they suffer losses, but when they decide that they can be bullied, they swarm them. The blood killing clan collectively broke out, and pieces of knives converged into a mountain of knives that crushed everything. Towards the densest swarm of mosquitoes. As a result, the Demon Mosquito can survive through the sharp thorns of the Soul Breaker Spear. But he couldn't stop being cut to pieces by the knife and dying in batches.

After only three combined attacks, the demon mosquito wisely regarded this group of hedgehog-like crowds as the great enemy, and was no longer as crazy as it was at the beginning.

Purple mosquitoes will also plan to fight, they know in their hearts that if their own group is attrition too much, their status in the demon mosquito is worrying. Without a large number of ordinary demon mosquitoes as death squads, there is no way for demon mosquitoes to consume and polish the energy of humans, because they are afraid.

In fact, the Bloodkillers' attacks are fierce and domineering, but like the Soul Breakers, they also have unsustainable weaknesses. If outside, because of the large number of mosquitoes, the sword is far less lethal than the Soul Breaking Spear because of the large number of mosquitoes, and the sword is far less lethal than the Soul Breaking Spear, even if it is just a mosquito swarm led by a purple mosquito, it can bring huge trouble to the Blood Killing Clan.

However, here, due to the limited living space, the demon mosquitoes had to send the low-level demon mosquitoes out of the monuments, which also created that their number was not enough and there was not much capital to consume. ...,

After three blows, the Blood Killing Clan ushered in a respite, under the leadership of the two strong men, the Blood Killing Clan was clustered together, with a small number of clansmen as shields, and the people in the inner circle were trying their best to adjust their breath, waiting for the next force.

They knew very well in their hearts that if the battle continued like this, the Blood Killing Clan would still not be able to escape the fate of extermination, and all they could do at the moment was to drag it out for a while, hoping that the Great Saint Sons would be able to win, thus bringing about a turnaround in the entire battle situation.

At this time, Thirteen Lang descended from the sky and killed three purple mosquitoes in two raids, taking advantage of the opportunity of the demon mosquitoes to be a little chaotic, he rushed like an angry dragon and rushed straight towards the blood killing clan.

At the same time, the two purple mosquito kings, who had always coveted their sides, noticed something strange and were preparing to flappe their wings and escape from this dead space.

The two strong men looked indifferent, their eyes met in one place, and each nodded.

"Blood python, attack!"

Dozens of monks, under the leadership of the two of them, rushed out of the formation, like two giant pythons suddenly spitting out letters, shooting straight out of the mosquito swarm.

The giant python shot straight and swept obliquely, Zuihou circled around, and the human race, led by two strong men, formed an extremely short encirclement after paying the price of nearly half of the instantaneous attrition. Circled in the center by them is a strong mosquito colony led by two purple mosquitoes and as many as a dozen blue-level mosquito kings.

In normal times, this method would be suicide, but at this moment, a moment of buffer is enough to turn the tide of the battle upside down. With the convergence of the python heads, the two strong men were covered with demon mosquitoes, and they looked like two blue and blue staggered ghosts.

Although their bodies quickly dried up, their faces were as cold as iron, and their cold and lightning-like eyes each stared at a purple mosquito, and they drank violently at the same time.

"Blood Shadow, kill!"

"Blood Shadow, kill!"

Dozens of monks collectively shouted, and a blood-colored knife net followed, like a tight canopy, clasped on top of the heads of the demon mosquito swarm.

It was their strongest blow, and it was the heavy bet they threw with their lives! Like the woman, not to kill, but to trap!

It's a kind of trust, a trust in the same race, in the human race!

They don't know the consequences, they don't know whether the reinforcements, or more precisely the boy whose name has been called out by countless people, will succeed;

One bet is two.

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Swords meet in the air. Booming, countless stumps flew with it, and while the mosquito swarm suffered heavy losses, those bloody killers who attacked also ushered in the catastrophe.

Except for two strong men, they were still able to struggle. The rest of the people died almost instantly, and the humans went mad, and so did the demon mosquitoes, and when they saw the dark cloud rushing before them, and knew what kind of storm was coming, they rushed up from their swords like madness, and attacked them both inside and outside the human walls.

Dozens of monks turned into dried corpses, and countless demon mosquitoes died in an instant; The demon mosquitoes were all wrenched to pieces, but the humans were dead with their eyes open.

They want to see, they want to see their kind avenge themselves, they want to see those cold-blooded creatures sent to the netherworld.

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Two purple shadows rushed out from the encirclement of the sword one after the other. Half of one wing had been cut off, the other was almost intact, but a cut had been made in the back of its belly, and blood hung like a fountain of blood, reflected in the air. It also reflected everyone's eyes.

Most of that blood came from humans, and only a few of it was the blood of the demon mosquito.

"Ahh

Seeing that the dark clouds had not yet arrived. More than 100 Bloodkillers roared and rushed out of their formation, continuing their unfinished journey. There was no sadness on their faces. Some only had boundless fierce flames and roars, and more swords fell in the air. Although it is not as neat and orderly as before, it is becoming more and more vigorous. ...,

The mosquito king's body with damaged wings was a little inconvenient, and he was hit by several swords at the same time, and flew obliquely with a wail, but a huge mountain should come to his head, and he smashed down on his head with the momentum of Mount Tai.

"Aaron!"

The ash accumulated for a while, and finally let out a short hiss, and its hooves fell like raindrops, and it trampled on the mosquito king unreasonably. In such a battlefield, even the cunning and treacherous are infected by humans, and they erupt into the strongest rage.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just like a hundred people beating the drum at the same time, the dense impact sound is indistinguishable, once the god donkey weighing thousands of pounds is ruthless, with its liliang and strong hooves, not to mention that this mosquito king has been hit hard, even if it is in its heyday.

The demon mosquito hissed, screamed, twisted and twisted, and its body continued to sink, falling to the ground, breaking into pieces, and being trampled into flesh!

Its blood, its flesh, its tendons, its bones, were constantly trampled by the two hammer-like front hooves, and it was crumpled into a mess that could not be distinguished. At this time, Thirteen Lang had already blown through the side of another purple mosquito like a whirlwind, and the two of them each held a mouthpiece, drawing a huge purple net like a demon mosquito, completely enveloping it.

The mosquito king frantically fought back, pecking with its mouthparts, scratching with its legs, rushing with its body, and consuming it with its life. It howled in fear as it rushed outward, it didn't dare to fight the mad human, but it had to.

There was no dodging or retreating, both the human and mosquito sides were red-eyed, and the mosquito king pecked out a few blood holes on Shisanlang's body, but his body gradually became lighter, as if something was missing.

It finally rushed out, only to fall downward.

"What's going on?"

The mosquito king was extremely surprised, and before he could wake up from the surprise, he found that his body was ...... There was only one head left......

"How so, my body?"

A thought flashed through the Mosquito King's mind, and then he was wrapped in a dark cloud, and even the only remaining head was eaten.

The blood-red figure floated down in the air, staggered and flashed again, and came to the two strong men. Thirteen Lang was surrounded by slaughter and blood, holding the arm of a strong man...... Or dry bones.

As for the other person, only the skeleton remained, and even the flesh and hair were devoured.

"It doesn't have to be like this...... No need to ......"

His shoulders were bloody and his waist and thighs were deep holes, gurgling with blood. Looking at the strong man who was about to die in a blur, Thirteen Lang's voice was a little hoarse.

"I tried my best, but I was still slow," he said. ”

The strong man opened his eyes wide, looked at Thirteen Lang with a vacant gaze, and said with a smile on his face: "Your name is Xiao Bazhi?"

Thirteen Lang hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

The strong man smiled and said, "Anyway, you are a person, so it's fine...... That's fine. ”

He turned his head with great effort, looked in the direction of the Great Holy Son, and said in his mouth: "The Blood Killing Clan will not forget Dao Friends, and the Holy Son will not forget...... Be careful!"

I don't know where the strength came from, the strong man took Thirteen Lang, and at the same time reversed his body, facing the flying silver ray.

The silver light flashed away, and a bloody hole appeared in the center of the strong man's eyebrows, and his eyes were wide open, still standing.

"Kill!"

Thirteen Lang twisted the silver thorn in his hand and roared in a deep voice.

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