The three Jedi's attacks began at almost the same moment.
The opponent came well prepared and had considerable strength. The terrifying cloud of war slowly enveloped the three Jedi, and they steadily invaded inward step by step.
Although there are no ferocious beasts in the sword tomb, the souls of weapons appear from time to time. Each one has the combat power of the sixth level of the Void Core Realm, constantly disrupting the offensive momentum of the enemy army and dragging the opponent into the quagmire of attack.
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The ferocious beasts in Luofeng Mountain were the most violent, setting off seas of fire one after another, almost burning a hole in the sky. The army guarding Luofeng Mountain couldn't help but retreat ten miles.
Ordinary monks simply cannot withstand such a high temperature and sea of fire.
Demon Dragon Valley is relatively weak.
Although Chen Anyian has returned the Demon Dragon King to the Demon Dragon Valley.
But there are not many demonic dragons.
It was enough to deal with the powerful king-conferring men from Tianhuang City before.
But now they are facing a mighty army of tens of millions of monks.
Moreover, Chen Anyian killed more than 20 demon dragons. Now there are only 70 demon dragons left. It is impossible to defend the Demon Dragon Valley.
Therefore, the defenders of Demon Dragon Valley were the first to collide with the cross-domain monk army.
The terrifying fight entered a feverish state as soon as they met.
The Devil's Dragon Valley is three thousand miles deep, but not very wide.
Both sides invested millions of troops, and the Demon Dragon Valley was completely blocked.
There are monks fighting from high altitude to the ground and even underground.
Two million troops were fighting in the Demon Dragon Valley.
In addition, seventy demonic dragons stretch their bodies in the air to hunt down the cross-domain monk army.
The entire battlefield instantly turned into a purgatory.
King Baichuan kept his eyes firmly on the battle situation. Once he discovered that a cross-domain monk had broken through the defense line, he would immediately let the follow-up army block it.
The shouts of killing, the sounds of magic weapons colliding, and the sounds of countless formations unfolding, all gathered together, as if they were about to shatter the Demon Dragon Valley.
There is no way to imagine a well-trained large-scale attack.
Especially when the number of people on both sides is about the same and both exceed tens of millions, such a large-scale attack will only be a waste of energy for no reason.
Fighting at close range, mixing yourself with the enemy, and quickly solving the opponent is the key to victory.
The Demon Dragon Valley transformed into a brutal meat grinder.
An immortal spiritual body fell from the sky and turned into ashes.
In just one hour of fighting, both sides lost hundreds of thousands of troops.
This kind of fighting between monks is more terrifying than the consumption of mortal war.
Both sides must solve their opponents in the shortest possible time in order to win a fighting chance for themselves.
Regardless of their combat power, consciousness, or methods, monks are all god-like existences in the eyes of mortals.
Such fighting directly turned the killings into cold numbers.
King Baichuan did not choose to confront the opponent head-on. After seeing that his side had lost some of his losses, he immediately asked the follow-up army to make up for it.
As long as the monk is injured, he immediately returns to repair the immortal spirit body.
They are close to Tianhuang City and have the confidence to do this.
As long as the enemy troops do not break through the defense line instantly, the Tianhuang City monks can return to Tianhuang City to recover their fairy bodies before rejoining the battlefield.
"kill!"
"Kill all these grain pigs in the Ruins."
The combat power of the cross-region army soon showed its strong side.
In their eyes, the Tianhuang City monks were like food pigs providing killing points.
Such clamoring angered more monks in Tianhuang City.
The fighting became more and more fierce.
King Baichuan waved his hand again, and another army of one million monks rushed into the Demon Dragon Valley.
Zhenshan King is the war supervisor of Demon Dragon Valley. Looking at the battle ahead, he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, "The opponent's strength is much greater than ours."
King Baichuan showed worry in his eyes, "The gap in casualties between the two sides is not small. We basically exchange two for one, or even three for one."
"If we had not made a military order to retreat if we were slightly injured at the beginning, and ensured that we had combat capability as much as possible, I am afraid we would have suffered even more losses."
"Which region's army do you think this is?"
King Zhenshan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Of the four major regions, the Ruin Ruins Region is the weakest. No matter which region comes over, it will be stronger than us."
"I just hope I can hold on a little longer."
"As long as we use up the strength of the cross-region army as much as possible, we still have hope."
King Baichuan looked at the fighting on the battlefield and said helplessly, "The Fu Hai Grandmaster War will not end in ten months. I don't know if I can survive until then."
King Zhenshan said no more.
Ten months is too long.
Long enough to change the situation of the battle drastically.
Who can be sure?
Now I can only hold on.
The opponent comes from across the territory. As long as those fairy spirit bodies are destroyed, the opponent will not be able to replenish its troops in a short time.
Even if you only damage these immortal spirit bodies that transcend the monks, the enemy's consumption will greatly increase.
War is never just a simple comparison of combat power.
Any little thing that goes unnoticed may change the situation of the battle.
After the Demon Dragon Valley,
The Sword Tomb became the second battlefield for fighting.
The souls of weapons appeared from time to time, completely angering the cross-domain monk army.
The overwhelming offensive was like a huge wave, forcibly paving the way for an attack.
Chen Anyian retreated to the entrance of the Sword Tomb and waited for the arrival of the cross-region army.
When a flood-like attack fell on Jianzhong Mountain, a terrible scene happened.
The boundless sword energy rose from the ground, densely covering the entire sight.
The sword energy gathered into an unimaginable ocean of sword energy, swallowing up the vast offensive coming at him.
Even Chen Anyian felt a shudder.
The King of Two Swords looked at Chen Anyian, "This...is this what you left behind?"
The King of Hengdu was also stunned.
If the King of Cangzhou can really leave behind such sword energy, then what do they have to worry about?
Chen Anyian twitched his lips, "The King of Two Swords flatters me too much."
"This is the sword energy in Jianzhong Mountain...it should have been stimulated by those attacks."
The King of Double Swords and King Hengdu looked at each other, and then subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
The sea of sword energy just now was too scary.
It is impossible for them to be left behind in the spirit realm.
If Chen Anyian really stayed, he alone would be able to defeat the cross-region army.
What else are they thinking about? Hurry up and offer Tianhuang City with both hands.
When the cross-domain monk army is defeated, all listen to Chen Anyian.
"Get ready to fight!"
The King of Two Swords raised his right hand high, and a sword energy penetrated the heaven and the earth.
Behind him, millions of monks quickly entered a battle-ready state.
The cross-domain monk army also realized that a large-scale indiscriminate attack was inappropriate, and quickly dispersed. A dozen people formed a small team and rushed towards Jianzhong Mountain.
When they encounter the soul of a weapon, they join forces to entangle them, while the rest just move forward and cross over.
"kill!"
The sword energy in the hands of the King of Double Swords fell from the sky like a mountain collapsing.
Boom...
After the loud noise, the land that spread tens of miles forward from his feet was split into two by this sword energy.
After a brief silence, the army of monks behind them screamed and rushed into the sword tomb.