Chapter 188 Battle of Gods and Demons

In order to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy in the battle, the two worlds of yin and yang consciously distinguish the situation. Among them, the demon world is all in blue and black clothes, and the fairy world is full of gray and white clothes. From a distance, the vanguard army of the demon world in black is like a large cloud, and the mobile man and horse in the fairy world in gray clothes is like a large gray fog.

Dark clouds and gray fog are racing against each other, and the speed is very fast. There are only more than ten miles left for a cup of tea at a distance of a hundred miles. Then it is like planning to accumulate strength and slow down the speed at the same time. After a short pause, it will clash with the other party with a more violent momentum.

"Smile~~~~~~"

In the continuous sound of percussion, the originally bright noon sky suddenly turned white, so bright that there was no shadow. The white light inspired by thousands of spells flashed and whirling neon waves rolled over the other party in a posture that could dazzle anyone.

Guan Xiaoshan, who saw this scene for the first time, was stunned and completely forgot to attack. He only stared at the two neon waves that were facing each other, waiting for the wonderful scene when tens of thousands of spells hit each other. However, the next result is a big surprise.

Poo-o-o-o...

Countless slight soap bubble bursting sounded, and after the magic that could crack the mountain and stone collided with the same powerful spell, there was no earth-shaking sound, nor did it make people feel the momentum of destruction, only disillusionment!

Countless powerful spells are like fragile soap bubbles at this time, and they disappear without a soft sound. There are also some of them that are relatively strong, such as strong soap bubbles. After destroying the opposite kind, they do not disappear, but stagger and insist on hitting the next one. If you are lucky, you can hit again. Destroy one, two or even three or four, and those who are unlucky are hit into a fog by the same kind coming from the opposite side, and soon disappear.

Guan Xiaoshan was disappointed. Cao Yun in front of him shouted with a "photo". A wisp of streamer flew out of his right hand. The streamer rose against the storm. As soon as he flew out of three or four feet, it rose to a thick mask, and then flew four or five feet forward, and the covering area was already seven or eight feet. At this time, three monks happened to arrive on the other side. The light mask went to the lower pocket and happened to put the other party in. The three monks were shocked and their faces changed color, but they could not make a sound and could not struggle. Obviously, they were captured.

The light mask restrained the three opponents and was not willing to stop. It continued to push forward and covered the four people. Two of the four had profound cultivation and rushed out of the mask as soon as they struggled, but the other two could not do it and were unable to move. When the five people were photographed by the light mask, more than a dozen white awns suddenly flew, but the monks on the side of the demon's underworld saw the advantage and attacked when the opponent was unable to resist.

Papa...

The white mang broke into the light mask and hit the five monks firmly. The five monks seemed to be covered with gunfire all over their bodies, and there was a Thunderbolt everywhere. It turned out that the monks who rushed to the front were all elites among the elites, with concentric armor to protect themselves. The movement of the five people was the performance of concentric armor crushing the guardian.

More than a dozen spells have destroyed most of the concentric armor of the five monks, but there is no great damage to the monks themselves. However, this wave of attacks has just stopped, and a new wave of attacks has arrived again. Other monks have taken the opportunity to attack more than a dozen spells, intending to kill these five opponents in one fell swoop.

Seeing that the five monks were about to be killed, at this time, there was also a "photograph" in the other side's array, and a stream of light covered it and suddenly penetrated Cao Yun's mask. By the way, more than a dozen white awns that attacked the five monks were swept away.

The five monks who escaped did not seem to be intimidated by the desperate situation of the right talent, but seemed to be enraged. As soon as they regained their freedom, they shouted in unison, either the imperial envoy, or the imperial envoy Bai Mang, and continued to rush forward.

"Cut! Cut! Cut--"

"Illness! Disease! Disease--

"Photo! Photo! Photo——”

As the distance approached, the two sides began to meet each other. All kinds of shouts sounded, a flying knife and flying sword, a stream of white light, and a wide range of masks flew out of the camps of both sides and smashed at the other. There are tens of thousands of people on both sides. In the chaos, it is impossible to determine the opponent. They can only attack randomly regardless of the target. Therefore, the results of the attack are different. If you are lucky, you only need to withstand one or two attacks, and you don't even receive any attacks. If you are unlucky, you may be attacked by several or even more than ten attacks at the same time. As soon as you go into battle, you are seriously injured or on the spot. I'm going to die.

Guan Xiaoshan is undoubtedly very lucky. Of course, the so-called good luck is supported by the mind.

Cao Yun's action woke Guan Xiaoshan from the shock. Next, he focused all his attention on avoiding attacks and saving his life. Beware that after the consciousness is condensed, all the movements around will flash in his mind like clear shots. Even if it is noisy and chaotic, he can always sort out a general clue from it and determine in advance which position will be in many attacks. There is a momentary gap, and then use the flower around the tree body method to rush over at the right time; when the danger is about to come, it can be determined in advance and quickly flash to the next gap.

Guan Xiaoshan is not a stupid person and will not let people easily see his purpose. Therefore, when he dodged, his hands did not stop. He had been using a yin and yang to fly out to attack far away. Suddenly, he was surrounded by a bodyguard. He was so busy that he was happy. He matched the hurried figure, and he was a little brave to fight.

This kind of war of tens of thousands of people relies on the strength of the group. No matter how high as the cultivation is as the demon general level, it can't stand the simultaneous attack of hundreds of soldiers and soldiers and soldiers. Therefore, after approaching, the two sides stop at the same time and fight face to face according to this array. No one dares to easily rush into the other side's array. Therefore, the dark clouds and gray fog that rushed in just now turned into a clear cloud. The clouds and fog were still as a whole, but among them were knives, lights, swords, shadows, lightning and lightning.

Guan Xiaoshan rushed east and west along the front front line for a while, and found that the originally two straight and aligned lines slowly turned into a bumpy jagged shape. He looked carefully for a while before he figured out the case.

It turned out that the attack on both sides looked fierce, but the casualties were not too great. This is not because they show mercy to each other, but because many monks have various magic armors such as concentric armor to protect themselves. Even if they don't have magic armor to protect themselves, monks can withstand several attacks with their own cultivation, and they can also supplement elixir to heal and recover from wounds in the middle. As long as they are not hit by high-level monks with all their strength, General attacks will only hurt the opponent, and it is difficult to let the opponent die on the spot. Therefore, the war between monks often lasts for a long time, and in the final analysis, it is consumption. In this process of competition and consumption, more and more monks will lose their initial courage due to injury or depletion of elixir, and will slowly gather around their high-level monks to pray for protection.

Seeing this situation, Guan Xiaoshan decided to look for the shelter of high-level monks. After making up his mind, he took a look at the whole battle array, but saw that the ten-mile-long arc of the battle array made by 18,000 monks on his side protrude ten jagged teeth, and each jagged teeth had a light mask that could "take" flashing, that is to say, he had ten monks with the strength to reach the level of gods and demons; there were ten thousand monks on the other side. Two serrated teeth, there are twelve "photographs" masks, which seem to be more elite, so although the number is not as good as the number, it is not inferior at all.

After understanding the situation of the war, Guan Xiaoshan flashed and leaned closer to Cao Yun; not to mention whether he was more capable as a striker, just saying that his own side could "take" the light, Cao Yun seemed to cover the largest range, so he calculated that his strength should also be the strongest.

Cao Yun was very crowded and gathered four or five hundred monks, but it was difficult to pass the hill. Relying on the method of wearing flowers around the tree, he easily broke into it, occupied a place in it, and then learned from the appearance of other monks, and cooperated with Cao Yun's mask and the monks of the immortal Yangjie.

The strength of the two sides of the battle is not much different, and the demon god's underworld is slightly stronger, but Cao Yun holds the idea of depleting the opponent, delaying the opponent, and waiting for the arrival of the main force to win again. He commanded the monks to fight steadily and steadily, not seeking merit but no wrong, so that he does not show strength.

The side of the fairy world was a little impatient because the overall strategy was disrupted. The other party's coach seemed to want to break through the barrier and rush to the top of the divine dragon according to the original deployment. Therefore, regardless of the inferiority of his own number, he organized counterattacks from time to time. After half an hour of fighting against each other, there were suddenly shouts and shouts in the fairy god yang world. In the middle, a cavalry team composed of more than 80 dragon knights roared out and rushed out to kill the demon god's underworld under the protection of more than a thousand monks in a jagged array. It seemed that they planned to break through the block in front of them in one fell swoop.

"Hmm - I've been collecting more than 80 dragon riders for a long time. With such strength, I dare to rush!"

Cao Yun hummed disdainfully, and then ordered: "Spear the left and right wings, and attack forward with all your strength to help the middle barracks relieve the pressure. Others wait, let me go up and pester the other party's dragon riding. As long as you persist for another half an hour, the main force of our army will arrive. Go--"

In the fierce rebuke, he took Guan Xiaoshan and other seven or eight hundred monks to meet the other party's dragon cavalry mixed team.

"Photo!"

In the angry shouting, a streamer flew out first.

"Illness! Disease! Disease--

"Cut! Cut! Cut--"

Hundreds of thousands of white light and cold light wrapped in a ball followed. At this time, the war finally began to show a tragic side.

"Oh~~~~~"

More than 80 dragons stretched out their necks and howled, and their strong bodies rushed left and right, trying to disrupt the blocked battle arrays, and their sharp claws were torn open and closed, as if to tear the opponent in front of them to pieces.

The dragon is huge in size. The attack range of more than 80 dragons and hundreds of guardian monks is two or three miles. At the beginning of the charge, a huge vortex formed on the battlefield, and this vortex became the center of the whole battlefield.

Under the command of Cao Jun, three of the other five demon general-level monks in the Chinese military camp rushed over with their subordinates to encircle and block, and the other two cooperated with the two wings to continue to suppress the main force of the immortal Yang world.

Three or four thousand white awns of cold light poured down from the three-facing dragon mixed team. The Yangjie monks tried their best to resist, but they could not completely block it. In addition, nearly a thousand strong knots hit more than a dozen dragons on the periphery, each of which was at least fifty or sixty. Ren Shenlong's scale armor is no matter how hard it is, and no matter how strong the body is, it is still scars all over the body after being hit by dozens or hundreds of spells.

The side of the fairy god yang world retreated without being killed. Someone shouted, and more than a dozen dragons rushed out of the center of the array, replacing the injured dragons and continuing to charge.

"Gentlemen! Move forward bravely and never retreat - don't let the dragon ride over!"

Cao Yun gave the order with a green face. Although the other party's dragon riders are not many, they play a role in the battle. Once they rush to attack from the back, the middle barracks will face the embarrassment of the enemy. Although they may not necessarily be defeated because of this, the injury will not be small.

"Illness, illness, illness..."

Thousands of monks shouted shrillly, and the imperial envoy killed the dragon cavalry mixed team with all kinds of spells. The general's order had been issued, and no one dared to retreat, or even no one even dodged left and right, all of them went straight up.

Guan Xiaoshan, who was wrapped in the crowd, did not dare to do it too obviously. While rushing forward with the brigade, he tried to move between square inches. Although such a move was better than other monks, he would still be hit by the magic soldiers or white light.

Guan Xiaoshan tried his best to protect himself or attack with yin and yang qi, while twisting his crotch, swinging his buttocks, stretching his neck and shrinking his neck to avoid. When the brigade monks and the dragon cavalry mixed team met, the two sides fell into a close battle, and there was less room for dodge. At this moment, three white awns came towards him, one of which ran to the throat, one to the left rib, and the other to the right shoulder. It was difficult to dodge these three white awns. I don't know if bad luck was coming. At the same time, a long gun and a sword, two magic soldiers, stabbed down from the top of the head. After the white awn, there was a sharp wave of lightning. The dragon claws that came and the strong dragon body that swept everything.

Guan Xiaoshan held his breath and condensed his mind to the limit. All kinds of factors such as the space around him that could advance and retreat, the trajectory of three white awns, the time stabbed by the two magic soldiers, the damage that may be caused by the dragon's claws and the dragon's body, etc. At the same time of calculation, he twisted his waist and rushed forward and crossed first. The right hand was thrown up, a white light flew out of its hand, and the left hand trembled, and a white glow emerged.

"Sneak, sneak, sneak--"

Three white awns arrived first, because Guan Xiaoshan crossed his body in time. The two white awns on his left rib and right shoulder fell empty. He brushed his front abdomen and back and cut his clothes twice. The white awn that attacked his throat failed to dodge and hit his right shoulder firmly. This was an attack by a scholar-level monk. Originally, it should not be underestimated. Just because the attack was not an all-out blow, the golden bell mask quietly took it, which did not have any impact on Guan Xiaoshan's action.

At this time, two divine soldiers and the waving dragon claws and the rampaging dragon body came almost at the same time. Of course, since it is almost, it is not really attacked at the same time, and there is a tenth of a breathing interval in the middle. In this short interval, Guan Xiaoshan's right hand made the white light of yin and yang gas hit the back of the flying sword. The flying sword was hit by this and flew out obliquely. His left hand was lifted up at the same time. It fished in the air like lightning. He happened to catch the bones of the long gun soldier, and the long gun, which was like a dragon, suddenly lost its spirituality. When his hands moved at the same time, his feet were not idle. First, his right foot rotated in a curved shape, restoring the horizontal body to its original appearance, and then his left foot slanted across, and the fierce dragon claws suddenly passed through the ribs, but did not touch him at all.

As soon as Guan Xiaoshan dodged the dragon's claws, the ground suddenly turned black in front of him. The thick and ferocious dragon body hit him like a milk mountain. Before he approached, the cold light of the flashing scales like a knife and a gun stabbed people's eyes. However, he had a plan for a long time. He exhaled and shouted loudly. With his left hand, he grabbed the fast-moving long gun and stabbed the dragon body like a mountain fiercely.

"Dang! Poo--"

The blade of the gun collided with the scale armor, and it sounded as crisp as a metal collision. Then under the huge impact inertia, the blade of the gun slipped from the scale armor and poked a five-inch deep opening on the dragon along the gap of the scale armor.

For Shenlong, this kind of injury is only equivalent to a human being stabbed by a needle. Shenlong didn't care. He continued to hit with a long gun. Guan Xiaoshan pressed on the long gun to kill the dragon knight.

Guan Xiaoshan's current flight speed is already fast. After adding some strength in his hand, it is really like a cannonball, which is so fast that people can't see clearly. The knight standing on the dragon's neck saw a flash of dark shadow. As soon as he had a bad idea in his heart, he felt a strong force lifted at his waist and ribs, and immediately flew out like clouds and fog. It turned out that Guan Xiaoshan, who came up, thought that the imperial spell was too slow, and directly used the real martial arts to throw the dragon knight out.

In a blink of an eye, the two changed their positions, the dragon knight threw out, and Guan Xiaoshan stood in the position of controlling the dragon. The dragon under his feet was in great hurry. Although it was an adult dragon close to the scholar-level monk. Its body was unparalleled, it could not stand the attack of a gentleman-level master in the heart of his neck. However, this position was like the seven inches of a poisonous snake, which was a weak rib that could not be protected by its claws. Knowing that something was not good, the dragon could do anything. In the critical situation, the dragon could not take care of the heavy responsibility of charging into the battle, and suddenly shrank and turned into a small human shape. At the foot of Guan Xiaoshan, which originally stood firmly at the dragon's neck, it became suspended in the air.

The dragon has never turned into fashion and is not Guan Xiaoshan's opponent. After the transformation, the strength difference is even greater. At this time, Guan Xiaoshan originally had the opportunity to kill or hit hard on the spot when the dragon transforms. However, he can't bear to do it. After all, he is the "dragon field" of the fairy god Yang world, and the dragon family takes the dragon as the surname.

At this moment, a white man and two divine soldiers killed one after another, but the monks from the fairy world came to rescue the dragon.

Guan Xiaoshan took advantage of the situation to kick the humanized dragon into the other party's heart. While using yin and yang to block the magic soldiers, he could not be a little distracted in the fleeting battle. He thought that doing this was benevolence and righteousness. Next, he could not keep his hand. He must concentrate on dealing with it to protect himself. The life of.