The two armies gradually approached, and the soldiers on both sides could only look at each other, and the battle in the air had begun.

Pan Jufu did not intend to use cavalry. He believed that controlling horses was an extremely professional skill. Only soldiers who had been trained for a long time and lived on horseback for several years were qualified to fight as cavalry and remain calm and direction in the chaotic battlefield. Otherwise, the horses would only provide them with a faster way to escape.

The demon clan rarely has cavalry, so Pan Jufu can use all-infantry tactics with confidence. The first row is the veterans he trusts, the last row is the same, and the middle row is the defenders of various cities who have hardly participated in the war.

Infantry also has the advantage of being able to form a whole with the Taoist priests in the sky and the talisman masters behind them, so as not to be isolated and helpless because they run too fast.

Pan Jufu is worthy of being an experienced veteran. He has arranged clear and specific tasks for everyone, making them believe that they are the most important force in this battle.

Xin Youtao stood on a wide chariot led by eight horses. There were soldiers on both sides, one driving and one guarding, following the army. He looked at the Xuanfu Army line in front of him and focused on beating the leather drum in front of him. The drum was carved with complex talisman figures and several paper talismans with short effects. Therefore, the drum sound was deep and far, and could spread a hundred miles away, competing with the horns of the demon army opposite.

Xin Youtao's position is extremely important. His drums can inspire the morale of his own army and suppress the spirit of the opponent's soldiers. He also controls the pace of Xuanfu Army. For him, this is especially a battle that cannot be lost. As the prince of Xijie and Taoist Pang Shan, he can get the most benefit from victory, and naturally he has to pay the greatest price.

He thought the worst outcome would be death.

Talisman Liu Ding, the talisman master, found his single-layer round crown, rode on another chariot, and rode alongside His Highness the Prince. Not far apart, he had already sacrificed several paper talismans. Thanks to the old turtle Chen Zhiwei, he had hundreds of high-level paper talismans in his hand, which far exceeded the standards that Duanliu City should have and the strength of the Taoist priest in his inhalation.

These paper talismans are the most important weapons to defeat demon soldiers. Even General Pan and Mu thought so. Liu Ding was full of pride and looked at the opposite side from a distance. With the help of a paper talisman, he was able to temporarily gain super vision and discover the demon soldiers' magic in advance.

A strange wind blew from the demon soldiers' team. Liu Ding immediately sacrificed a Liujia shield talisman, and a warm wind swept past the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army, bringing them some comfort.

Two gusts of wind met in the middle of the battlefield, with a loud bang, and dozens of horizontal shields appeared on a line that lasted more than ten miles, blocking the arrows that were shooting like a storm.

The earth shook. Before the soldiers came into contact, the two sides fought long-range battles in this way, and the main force was the magician and the talisman master.

Liu Ding was not afraid at all. He was defeated in the evaluation of the talisman master. This time he wanted to prove his strength on the battlefield.

He thought that the worst outcome was that he was killed before the paper talisman in his hand was used up.

More than 600 Xuanfu Army soldiers were walking steadily, and the loud noise in front had nothing to do with them. General Pan made it clear that their duty was to fight with ordinary demon soldiers in close combat and destroy them. Then he went straight to the magician, and the battle was considered a victory.

It is said that the demon soldiers are not as powerful as they imagined. They come from different tribes and do not know each other. They only gather together during battles. They do not know how to cooperate. They fight alone with brute force. At most, they can form the cooperation of six or seven demons. Therefore, as long as the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army have stable steps and tacit combat, they can completely defeat enemies twice as much as their own.

In fact, the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army had no way out. Tokisukeguo on the other side of the Jiehe River were strengthening their defense and only allowing the people to cross the bridge. All soldiers had to change their armor and throw away their weapons. Then they were refugees with nothing, unable to find their relatives, nor could they gain the trust of Tokisukeguo.

They thought that the worst outcome was to die under the blow of the magic weapon before killing a demon soldier.

Thirty-six disciples of the Zhiyong Institute were wearing the last armor in Duanliu City. Their duty was to protect Mu Xingqiu and ensure that he could safely challenge the most powerful warrior of the demon soldier, the Zhenshan Niu. Although they were more than twenty miles apart, they could roughly see the appearance of the giant bull, and see it slowly moving like a small mountain bag, with a demon sitting on his back.

Defeat this Zhenshan Bull and the demon general on its back, even if you win half of the battle, this is the most important task. The disciples of the Institute feel that they have a heavy responsibility on their shoulders. Mu Xingqiu chose them instead of more experienced veterans as personal soldiers. No one wants to live up to such trust. The talisman spear is light and hard, but they feel heavy when they hold it in their hands.

They thought that the worst outcome was to die here together and follow the footsteps of nearly 400 Taoist priests of the Ancestor Peak.

The nine Taoist priests flying in the air lined up in two rows, four in front and five in the back. They had to overcome their desire to fight, maintain an appropriate distance from the team behind them, and could return to defend at any time to resist the attack from the sky.

In this team full of death, they were the first to prepare. Pang Shan - these two words are ringing in the heart of every Taoist priest. Sometimes the burden cannot be chosen. If it falls, the Taoist priests have to take it.

They thought, what kind of scene will the soul that still has a trace of rationality see in the first seven days after their death?

Groups of flying demons on the opposite side flew over, and there was no trace of Yin Yu inside for the time being. Yang Qingyin, Xiao Qingtao and two other Taoist priests in the first row came forward.

The first round of battle takes place between the magician and the talisman master, and the second round of battle will be launched above the soldiers' heads.

Mu Xingqiu thought nothing, he was feeling.

The magic of the Ninxin Science points directly to the hearts of the people. Mu Xingqiu can clearly feel the emotional changes on the battlefield, but he can't do anything. These emotions are too complicated. He doesn't know which one is more beneficial to combat: bravery is always good, but it will make individual soldiers take too much steps, thus disrupting the front; fear seems to be harmful, but everyone has a little in their hearts, and it is this fear that makes hundreds of soldiers form a powerful whole.

All emotions are like this, which will lead to completely opposite results. When they are entangled into a ball, which may lead to thousands of results, even if the first generation of the Idiomacology family is resurrected, it is probably impossible to make accurate judgments.

Mu Xingqiu's mission today is to kill the Zhenshan bull on the opposite side and the commander on the back of the bull.

The bull demon's eyes were full of hatred for the Taoist priests. It is very likely that his relatives died at the hands of the Taoist priests.

After more than 100,000 years of war, new and old hatreds piled up layer by layer. Mu Xingqiu thought that no demon had no hatred in his heart.

The demon master and the talisman master each made five moves, all of which met in the middle of the battlefield, regardless of the difference. Then both sides stopped, leaving behind a piece of ashes, and handing over the battlefield to the warriors in the sky.

The flying demon is closer to a beast than a monster, but it only grows human-like arms to hold weapons, its head is like a bird, and its brain is also simple. As soon as it receives the order to attack, it immediately flies forward desperately, Zhang Bei makes a harsh cry, throws the javelin from a high altitude, then replaces with a short sword and dives dives downwards.

The four Taoist priests in charge of the attack accelerated, easily avoided the javelins, and issued several five-element spells to lure the flying demons closer. Chen Hao and five Taoist priests behind began to make moves. Each of them held two magic weapons in their hands.

The sudden sound of the copper ringtone made the flying demon feel confused, and even threw away the sword and shield to cover his ears and screamed wildly; the light of the bronze mirror was scurrying everywhere, looking for hidden flying demons and magic; shields flew out from the copper seal, blocking the most dangerous attacks... Every Taoist priest in each department was using the spells they were best at providing protection to the Taoist priests in front of them. They had only undergone a few drills in advance, but they were not at all confused at this time.

There is a small piece of paper talisman attached to each magic weapon, and the talisman master is an inconspicuous spell. It now plays a significant role, which can allow the Taoist priests to reveal their true form, and even the mortal eyes can see gorgeous spell traces.

It was useless for the Taoists. It was a huge source of confidence for the soldiers of the Xuanfu Army who were moving steadily on the ground. Although General Pan had ordered that he was not allowed to look up, everyone still glanced at the sky from time to time. Seeing the flying demons being shot down one by one, fighting spirit gushed, and his steps were even stronger.

Mu Xingqiu felt this change. In fact, his own fighting spirit was rising constantly, and he even wanted to suppress it intentionally. The sitting little Qilin had long wanted to run, and Mu Xingqiu had to gently stroke its neck to calm it down. The adult Qilins on both sides also forbidden their children to make reckless actions. When they came to the battlefield, their biggest purpose was not to help humans win, but to protect their only descendants.

Yang Qingyin finally realized her dream of killing. She is a disciple of Honglu, but she has learned more and more five elements magic than Xiao Qingtao in the Five Elements science. Her fire magic is also the most gorgeous, with fireballs, fire swords, and fire lines emerging one after another, almost covering half of the sky.

Xiao Qingtao's level of cultivation is relatively low. She once again proved that she is much braver than ordinary people in battle and is not as good as Yang Qingyin in spells. She flew closer and chose only the magic of Ice Thorn. Although it is not so eye-catching, she will definitely win the moves.

Xin Youtao's drums gradually accelerated, and the sound of horns on the opposite side became more and more intense, and the armies on both sides accelerated.

There were only ten flying demons in total, and more than half of them were injured and killed by the attacks of nine Taoists. The bodies fell to the ground, and every passing Xuanfu Army soldier had to step on them.

This is when Yin Yu appeared.

It turned out that he had been in the air, just hiding his body. Until a beam of light from a bronze mirror shone, he felt that it was time to make a move, and finally revealed his true form.

It was a man with snow-white hair, even his hair was braided into dozens of small braids hanging behind his head, his upper body was naked and his lower body was wearing white leather pants, which was completely different from ordinary flying demons. He did not grow human arms under his wings, but grew two wings more than meter long behind the human body.

He did not spread his wings and flew, but stood straight in the air, spreading his wings like a white wall.

Everyone may have different opinions on whether he is a handsome man, but everyone admits in their hearts that this is an image that only exists in a dream, making people stare at him involuntarily and breathe slower.

Yang Qingyin didn't care, so she casually sent out a ball of fire beads and attacked the silver feathers several miles away.

Yin Yu did not dodge, and the wing on his right folded back to block his body - the fireball exploded and disappeared, and even a piece of feather was not burned.

Mu Xingqiu only looked at the sky, and his battle was about to begin. At the same time as Yin Yu showed up, the mountain-shaking bull left the team and rushed forward at a faster speed. The target was him.

The little Qilin jumped high from the ground and jumped out suddenly in an instant, almost exceeding lightning. Only Taoist priests like Mu Xingqiu could still sit firmly on it.

Two adult kirins were tightly protected by the left and right, and thirty-six disciples of the Zhiyong Institute ran at full speed, but were still left far behind.

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