Chapter 122 Tragedy

Bron couldn't help cursing himself in his heart. The damn Holy See of Light did not dare to deal with the existence of taking himself and others as cannon fodder. However, fortunately, although this array looks a little strange, the soldiers turned into by these grievances are just human-level sixth-class strength. Human-level sixth-class is not a master. With the strength of themselves and others, and the elites they bring are enough to cope with it for a while. I hope they can survive this big. The array automatically collapses. According to the understanding of ordinary people, according to the understanding of ordinary people on the New Yuan continent, the power of the array is great, but the consumption of the array is also doubled. Perhaps if you and others hold on for a while, this array will not be able to consume itself and collapse.

Long Yongcheng had already known Bron's calculation, but he was not in a hurry at all. This is not the inferior array of the Xinyuan Continent. This is the array of practitioners. The practitioners are used to using the spiritual power between heaven and earth. This Zhoutian array is arranged according to the number of Zhoutian, and the use of spiritual power between heaven and earth is also very exquisite. This array is not consumed very violently at all, and the power of the array is basically It is achieved with the help of the spiritual power between heaven and earth. As long as you have patience, you can play with these people.

Bron doesn't know how long he has been fighting. It's probably an hour. Those soldiers condensed with resentment can also be hated. Although they only have the sixth-class strength, after all, they are transformed by resentment and supported by a large array of power. Basically, they are immortal bodies. When they break up and gather again, the consciousness of these soldiers is placed in the Zhoutian array, so even if their bodies are dispersed, they are not dispersed. It will disperse with consciousness as usual, and the beating of Bulong feels very cowardly. The array still showed no sign of collapse, but Bron had noticed the fatigue of the soldiers.

Several leaders are third-class and fourth-class masters, and they are not so tired. Although these soldiers are elites, the strongest ones are only the ninth-class. For an army, the real elite is not simply strong, but also perfect cooperation with each other. If the strength of the members of the army is too uneven, it is difficult to exert the greatest power as an army. Therefore, although except for a few leaders, they are not masters without prefecture-level masters, they have never been in this elite team.

Compared with the third and fourth class of the prefecture, even if they are elites, whether mentally or physically, they are far worse. Several leaders do not feel tired does not mean that these soldiers do not feel tired. The reason why these soldiers support them is that they are soldiers of the elite army. The tenacious willpower. However, it is obviously far from enough to have willpower. Originally, relying on the strength and cooperation of these soldiers, although it was very hard to fight, there were no casualties. What made Buron feel very bad is that now some soldiers have begun to be injured.

Injury represents a decline in combat effectiveness. They become more and more dangerous, and according to this trend, death is only a matter of time. If a soldier dies, there will be less combat effectiveness and one less cooperation. When death begins, the speed of death must begin to rise in a straight line. But Buron has no choice or even care for all this, because when these soldiers are killed and injured, it's their turn.

What about the three- and fourth-class masters at the prefecture? These generals condensed by resentment are not tired, and they were originally transformed by resentment. If a soldier dies, they will be absorbed by more resentment. They will only become more fierce, and the third- and fourth-class masters at the prefecture level are also I can't stand it. Bron had been almost exhausted in this hour-long battle because of the confidence and peace of mind he had established for the completion of the deployment of the soldiers, and now a deep sense of powerlessness surged into Buron's heart.

It was Bulong's loss of distraction at this moment, and there was negligence in the command and deployment. Suddenly, the sound of several dull bodies falling to the ground sounded, and several strong resentment rose in the array, but these resentment was quickly absorbed by the large array and evenly distributed to the soldiers condensed by resentment. The attack of these soldiers was immediately a little stronger. Bron's heart suddenly cooled down. At this time, he dared to be distracted. At this time, he could only let himself die a moment earlier.

Bron still has a small hope in his heart, that the array will automatically collapse due to excessive consumption, although until now it still seems that the array still shows no sign of collapse. Sure enough, as Buron expected, when soldiers begin to die, such death is uncontrollable and will only accelerate. The death of soldiers not only represented the decline of the combat effectiveness of both sides, but also felt the despair and low morale in the soldiers' hearts. No matter how elite soldiers, after an hour of fierce battle, instead of achieving any results, they were killed by several soldiers by the other party, how could their morale remain low?

In two hours, most of the soldiers brought by themselves and others have died, and the battle is still going on. Even the three- and fourth-class leaders of Bron began to feel tired. What made Bron's heart sink to the bottom little by little is that there is still no sign of collapse, and the soldiers condensed by resentment. The attack became stronger little by little with the increase of dead soldiers and the injection of resentment. Bron felt that his hands waving weapons had become heavier and heavier, and his soldiers' attacks had become soft and weak. Basically, these soldiers had been slaughtered without resistance.

Two hours and a moment, there are no soldiers now, and only the leaders of three forces are holding on there. Buron no longer hopes that the array will collapse by itself due to excessive consumption. Buron only hopes that he can live for a longer time, but the glimmer of vitality is slowly closing, when theyi xian of vitality is completely closed. At that time, the death of himself and others will come. What made Buron feel even colder was that the person who the Bright Holy See let others deal with did not even appear in person until now.

What a powerful character and a good means. That person can make them fall into such a situation just by relying on this array without showing up. If that person shows up in person, Bron doesn't think that that person's second-class cultivation will suffer any loss under their hands, and even they can only die faster. Just as the four of Blon and the others struggled to support, the soldiers' attack on Bron suddenly stopped and stood in a strange position, which was the direction of Ble in the Sunday array. Bron's heart was slightly relieved. Is that person going to show up to see them? What kind of identity is that person? He will have such a terrible means.

However, Bron was still wrong this time, and that person obviously disdained to come forward to meet them. One of the soldiers stood out of the soldiers and walked towards the four of them step by step. Suddenly, Bulong clearly felt that the whole array suddenly had a very wonderful sensation. It seemed that the energy of the other 364 soldiers was continuously injected into the array, and this energy was fed back by the array to the soldiers who were walking towards his four people step by step.

The breath of this general is constantly getting stronger, rising steadily, soaring from the sixth level to the seventh level, and then to the eighth level, breaking through to the first level and continuing to soar. The stronger the breath on this general's body, the more desperate Bruce felt. Even if he knew he was going to die, but no one would be reconciled in the face of death. It was not until the breath of the sergeant soared to the sixth grade that the whole array of absorption and feedback of the other 360 people stopped

The six-class, not to mention that the four Bulong have been consumed now, and they can't exert their strongest strength at all. Even if the four of them are in the best state, they work together to achieve the most perfection, and their strength is only between the fifth class in the prefecture-class and the sixth class. The higher the realm, the greater the gap in strength during the period, and such a gap can't be made up by quantity at all. The general exuded a tragic atmosphere, as if this general was a fierce battlefield.

The soldiers held a big knife in their hands, which seemed to condense countless resentment and murder in the battlefield. Although the general was condensed from resentment, the four Bulong could clearly feel the eyes of the general, as if they were looking at the four of them as if they were looking at a dead object. It is to feel, not to see, that there is only a black resentment in the general's eyes, but it is far more completely different than seeing it. It can be felt, and the psychological pressure is relatively greater.

The four people of Blon are on guard and try their best to ensure that they can exert their strongest combat power. They know that they will fight to the death! Born in troubled times, in fact, they all have the consciousness of death, but since they can become the leader of one force, they are not the kind of people who give up resistance in a desperate situation. The momentum of the four people is constantly rising, and the soldiers did not stop the four people. The stronger the fighting idea of the four people, the stronger the resentment after death, so it is waiting for the momentum of the four people to rise to the peak.

The momentum of the four people slowly stopped, and the momentum of the four people alone was not weaker than that of this current six-class strength at the prefecture level, which was completely condensed from resentment. The general saw that the momentum of the four people condensed to the peak, and took a simple step. The knife in his hand carried Wanjun to the four people. The four tried their best to resist, but the four very clear "pop" sounded, the four good people's heads fell to the ground, and the expressions on their faces were still very fierce and eye-catching. Cracking. Strong resentment gushed out of the four people and scattered into the array, and the bodies of the soldiers also dispersed into resentment and disappeared together with the whole array. If it hadn't been for the bodies all over the ground, they would not have imagined the tragedy just now.