Chapter 147 Sneak Attack (2 in 1)
After Ran Qingmo left, the battle began.
No, this scale can already be called a war.
The war between humans and monsters.
Regardless of past and present lives, this is the first time Xu Yuan has seen the scene of war.
A large number of monsters gushed out from all directions in the mist, screaming loudly, the shouts of military and political officers and soldiers arrayed outside the city to meet the enemy, and the sound of bowstrings being pulled one after another on the city wall.
One hour is too short after all. Even though the three walls of the city are fully opened and the Shengshan Frontier Army evacuates the refugees, many refugees are still lingering outside the city.
What's more terrible is that in addition to all kinds of ferocious monsters on the ground, there are also a large number of flying monsters rushing out of the fog.
Fortunately, the Shengshan frontier army has a lot of experience in dealing with the monster tide, at least the front-line generals have a lot of experience in this regard.
They did not form a large army to face head-to-head with the wave of monsters.
The 6,000 Shengshan frontier troops lined up outside the city formed more than a hundred small army formations in teams (fifty people). There were gaps between the army formations and they were connected to each other. The beast rushed into the army formation, and the moment the soldiers met, more than a hundred monsters were strangled to death!
The Shengshan frontier soldiers on the city wall were not idle either, manipulating all kinds of large-scale defense equipment.
The special crossbow engraved with formation patterns, every arrow shot out, flying sand and stones in an instant, and a dozen huge monsters were pierced through the chest like tofu!
The burst pot thrown by the catapult burst in the tide of monsters, splashing pieces of flesh and blood.
But there are too many monsters, and many monsters have the means to attack remotely.
Acid, fireballs, and water bombs slammed into the formations formed by the Shengshan frontier army like a barrage.
Soon, the first casualty of the Shengshan Frontier Army appeared, followed by the second and third.
Standing on the edge of the formation, Xu Yuan frowned and silently watched what happened before him.
This is a war belonging to the extraordinary world.
He felt how small he was on the battlefield.
In a war of this scale, how many monsters can a third-rank powerhouse kill?
Two hundred, three hundred or four hundred?
Even if the source energy is exhausted, it may not be able to kill five hundred people.
Xu Yuan stared at the group of monster beasts with long-range attack methods in the distance.
Attacks such as acid, fireballs, and arrows usually pose little threat to third-rank powerhouses. It is extremely easy to dodge, maneuver or resist with combat skills, but the battlefield is too chaotic. At this time, these various long-range attacks like flowing arrows will become deadly weapons.
It is even easier to switch to the human side, let them be trapped in the army formation and cannot escape, and a few rounds of volleys from the crossbow equipment engraved with formation patterns, the third-rank grand master will also have to suffer on the spot.
On the battlefield of this level, maybe only the second-rank or even first-rank Dao domain experts can really control the battle situation.
But the war in front of us is just a corner of the 100,000-mile border defense line in the Wanxing Mountains.
Most of the soldiers of the Shengshan Frontier Army are only at the eighth or ninth rank, and even many of them are warriors who have just entered the rank. The monster side is just a group of cannon fodder with low intelligence, and even a decent monster commander nothing.
During the Spring Tide Wars in front of the most important passes in the Wanxing Mountains, you could even see monster war beasts from the Monster Race, whose scale was at least ten times larger than before.
This is even more so in the war that is taking place in the northern border of Great Yan.
According to what the Xiangguofu’s Class C internal reference said,
The 30,000 Habayashi army that Princess Wu Yuan brought to the northern border were all soldiers of the sixth-grade iron body, while the barbarians had hundreds of thousands of troops.
In that kind of war, what would be the scale of a large-scale elite corps with hundreds of thousands of troops?
In such a war, what role can the saint and strong man play?
Everything on the battlefield is suffocating, and the battle between the Shengshan frontier army and the monsters continues.
Death, at this moment, became the only voice within the formation.
Gradually, with the increase of casualties, the army formation under the command of Captain Wang began to retreat a little bit in the direction of the city wall.
All the refugees outside the city have been forcibly evacuated into the Wengcheng. Some people may die from the stampede, but at this moment, the military situation is urgent and they can't take care of so much.
The Shengshan frontier army should not suffer too many casualties outside the city, otherwise the subsequent defense of the city will be extremely passive.
Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan counted the time in his mind, took a deep breath, and lifted the Qingyu sword that Feng Jiuxuan gave him to his side.
Stepping on the false cut.
Under the blessing of the soul power of the saint's remnant soul, Xu Yuan quietly teleported out of the phantom fog formation.
The world outside the formation is very quiet.
As soon as the phantom fog formation came out, the shouts of the frontier soldiers, the howls of monsters, and the buzzing of the activation of the defense formation all disappeared, replaced by an uncomfortable tranquility.
There is no cloud for thousands of miles, and the bright moonlight is shining for thousands of miles. Large areas of forests with new sprouts are coated with a layer of silver, and thick fog stands like a high wall on the edge of the forests.
You can’t really see it inside the formation, and you can only see it when you are out of the foggy formation. It is not a square "mouth" shape, but a "dish" shape.
The sides of the side facing the Wanxing Mountains stretch out for a long distance, and scattered groups of monsters can be seen continuously rushing into the phantom fog formation.
The battle within the formation is still going on, and the battle outside the formation has also begun.
Even if he didn't borrow the soul power of the saint's remnant soul, Xu Yuan could sense the waves of icy source Qi constantly vibrating on the other side of the phantom fog formation.
The Wanxiangzong master outside the formation attacked Ran Qingmo.
Xu Yuan was not very surprised to see this scene, and asked silently in his heart:
"Old man Luo, how many people are there?"
The remnant soul of the sage was a little sensitive when he heard the words, and said with a low laugh:
"Three third-rank great masters."
"Three third products?"
Xu Yuan murmured, with a sarcasm in his tone: "No wonder they chose to intercept and kill. The Wanxiang Sect is really a big hand."
For the Xiangguo Mansion, which has more than half of the Great Yan, it is not an easy task to secretly cultivate three unknown third-rank masters. This time, the Wanxiang Sect probably spent all their money.
After a pause, Xu Yuan then asked:
"There should be no problem with Ran Qingmo for the time being, right?"
The voice of the saint's remnant soul is very relaxed:
"Don't worry, Ran girl is stronger than you imagined, she is pressing down on the other three people and fighting."
Xu Yuan felt a little relieved when he heard the words, and said in a low voice:
"That's good, old man Luo, let's hurry up and find the control point."
The plan of the two is simple.
There are third-rank great masters sitting within the array point, even if Xu Yuan and Ran Qingmo can kill each other through a fight, there is a high probability that they will not be able to prevent the opponent from destroying the array point. And as long as the third-rank great master is drawn out, with the blessing of the saint's soul power, Xu Yuan is sure to find the low-level cultivators who stay behind in the moment when he finds the formation point, and control the formation to protect Shengshan County.
So when the Shengshan frontier army attacked the phantom mist formation, Ran Qingmo escaped alone first, and seduced the people who stayed behind in the formation of the Wanxiang sect to come out and kill her.
A third-rank grand master alone, if the Wanxiang sect is fully prepared, they will never let her escape.
After all, this is their conspiracy to bet on the "national fortune".
If you can besiege and kill people without leaving any survivors, you will definitely do so.
Because of the False Slash, Xu Yuan could go out without the help of the Shengshan Frontier Army.
With the help of Ran Qingmo's fighting skills with the masters of the Wanxiang Sect, Xu Yuan can sneak around to find the formation point, and even if he can't find the control formation point, he can also sneak over to give the three great masters of the Wanxiang Sect a ruthless blow. .
With Ta Xu Zhan in hand, no one knows sneak attack better than him.
Even in the face of three great masters, Da Bingtuozi still methodically led the battle group to the deep mountains bit by bit.
Waiting quietly for a while, Xu Yuan's figure moved, looking for possible control points along the edge of the phantom fog formation.
The speed is neither fast nor slow, there is a sage remnant soul using soul power to suppress the fluctuation of Yuan Qi, Xu Yuan is not worried that the three great masters who are in a fierce battle over there will find him.
Everything has source qi fluctuations, and there must be a connection between the control point and the phantom fog formation. It shouldn't be too difficult to find this weak source qi connection through the powerful soul power of the saint's remnant soul.
But things didn't go as smoothly as Xu Yuan thought.
Shengshan County has none in the west, nor in the north, nor in the east and south.
In two quarters of an hour, Xu Yuan circled the entire phantom fog formation but failed to find any point that seemed to be a manipulation formation.
Returning to the original place again, Xu Yuan stared at the towering fog wall, frowning tightly:
"Old man Luo, the control point is not set inside the phantom fog formation, is it?"
The remnant soul of the saint was silent for a while, and said in a low voice:
"It depends on what your sister's basic array looks like. If the basic array given by your little sister doesn't design control arrays in the array, it is basically impossible to be in it."
"What do you mean?" Xu Yuan asked immediately.
The remnant soul of the saint considered his words a little bit, and said in a low voice:
"A formation is a thing that affects the whole body. The general structure, the detailed formation pattern of the source energy operation, the materials used, etc., no matter if there is a slight deviation in any step, the result may be completely wrong.
"Before your sister left, she activated and verified the phantom fog array, which means that most of the processes have been completed. At this time, if you want to add something to the array, the amount of work is no less than rebuilding it. The control array Zong secretly established will definitely be outside the array."
Xu Yuan recalled the memories related to the righteous sister in his mind, and shook his head:
"Xu Xinyao shouldn't be so stupid."
After finishing speaking, Xu Yuan sighed and asked instead:
"If you turn around again, do you think you can find the control point?"
"Ah."
The remnant soul of the sage laughed lowly: "Boy Xu, you can't find it even if you walk around a hundred times. This is a plot to destroy the sect at every turn. I don't know how long the Wanxiang sect has been planning it. Want to crack the plan in minutes?"
Xu Yuan counted silently when he heard this, feeling a little complicated in his heart, and said in a low voice:
"Since this is the case, let's not waste time. Let's go help Ran Qingmo. Maybe we can catch someone alive and torture him. Well, let me do it. Just help me gather the source of energy."
The remnant soul of the saint raised his eyebrows:
"Are you sure you don't need me to take action?"
"Although there is no memory in the illusion, many things have been carved into my body."
Xu Yuan shook his head and said with a smile: "In the illusion, at least I have been a second-rank Yuanchu for more than ten years. It's just a sneak attack. It's not a big deal."
The saint's remnant soul hesitated a little, but still didn't say anything:
"You just need to know what's in your mind."
After finishing speaking, Xu Yuan chased after Ran Qingmo in the forest where he fought just now.
"Boom——"
An explosion-like roar resounded across the mountain, and after the smoke and dust in the midair dissipated, the shield made of ice crystals inside was exposed.
Inside the shield, a black-clothed figure holding a black sword stared at the three people around her with cold eyes.
Two men and one woman.
An old man, a burly man and a fat woman.
Seeing that his attack was blocked by the opponent, the burly man retreated quickly and whispered to the old man:
"Number A, this girl's skills are not right!"
"I want you to talk!"
The old man replied with a low sigh, he was in a bit of a mess at the moment.
A sword mark almost cut his thin body in half, and the ice crystals that spread from the wound almost froze half of his body. If it wasn't for the cover of the two companions beside him, he might have become the woman opposite at this moment. The dead under the sword.
thinking,
The old man’s whole body was shaken violently, and the ice crystals covering his body instantly shattered, and he whispered:
"This girl is obviously the old man's precious apprentice of Tianyuan Jianzong!"
When the fat woman heard this, her pupils shrank slightly:
"Ran Qingmo?! A sixteen-year-old grand master like Xu Changge?"
The burly man unconsciously twitched his eyes when he heard this, and said through sound transmission:
"Do you want to let this woman go? Anyway, she has no evidence, and everything will be over when the reinforcements arrive here."
The fat woman heard this and echoed in a low voice:
"If the apprentice of the old man Jianzong died here, I'm afraid it would be difficult for Jianzong to explain it."
The old man’s forehead is full of blue veins:
"You two bastards! Are you afraid?! What if? What if something happens to Zongmen?!
"There is only one Xu Changge in this world, fast cultivation does not mean strong strength!"
That being said, both the fat woman and the burly man stared at the woman in black with extreme fear.
Xu Changge's name is almost a nightmare for Zongmen.
The slightly fat woman and the burly man went to the Tianyuan competition thirteen years ago.
At that time, they were eliminated early because their cultivation base was only fusion, but they saw the whole process of the genius children of this generation being interrupted by the young man in Tsing Yi who looked like an exile.
One sword cuts the crush of the same level.
Even though the two have crossed over from the original state of fusion to the grand master, when the "Xu Changge" of this generation appeared in front of the two, what they faced was still almost crushing.
Because the old man was almost beheaded by her when he met him.
The woman dressed in black in front of them reminded them unconsciously of the eldest son of the Xiangguo Mansion.
The moonlight is like a waterfall, and the four face each other across the air.
Just as the three members of the Wanxiang Sect were shaken, a **** figure appeared behind the old man without any warning.
It was very sudden, so sudden that it would even make people feel that there was something wrong with their eyes.
The moment the other party appeared, the old man sensed the person coming.
The old man didn't think it was because of his telepathy, it was just too late.
His attention was all on the woman in black on the opposite side, and the people behind him didn't give him any time to react.
Time seems to stand still,
The sword skills like splashed ink are like flowers blooming, drawing a beautiful arc under the cold moonlight,
Then,
The old man saw a headless familiar body.
There was a moment of silence, and the headless body fell downward like a kite with broken strings.
The mountain wind blew his long hair at the temples, and the blood-clothed man stood in emptiness, calmly looking at the stunned man and woman aside, with a gentle voice:
"Now, I have something to ask you."
(end of this chapter)