When courage is imposed on you, you will burst out with combat power that is stronger than usual.

Wang Feng was just an individual example among the 50 million soldiers. Because the rest of the soldiers were very brave in fighting, they had already killed twice or even ten times the enemy before they fell.

Faced with the battle formation formed by 50 million soldiers, the billion soldiers quickly adopted a strategy.

That is to forcefully divide them at all costs, so that they can be defeated and disintegrated one by one as soon as possible.

After paying a lot of money, they finally cut 50 million soldiers into small teams.

When they were excitedly preparing to annihilate one by one, they were frightened to find that the soldiers' faces not only did not have a trace of fear, but instead they were a kind of heroism and fearlessness that was ready to die.

"Break a path for me." Ling Mo said in a deep voice holding the blood-dropping divine weapon.

The team of thousands of people behind him shouted loudly at the same time, then took out a restricted weapon from the space and threw it forward neatly.

The terrifying forbidden weapon shattered the sky and carried the power of changing the world and penetrated one soldiers after another.

Not even a breathing time was over, nearly two thousand people died under the forbidden weapon.

The soldiers of the three tribes looked at all this with fear, knowing that this is already the second wave of forbidden weapons.

How much money does the royal court have to create so many terrifying ban weapons?

They didn't know, but soon they widened their eyes because they found that while the soldiers threw the forbidden weapon, they swallowed a magic pill one by one. The huge amount of medicine melted and turned into hot mana, replenishing their limbs and bones.

"Come again." Ling Mo gave the order again without any expression on his face.

With a breath of excitement, the thousand soldiers grabbed a restricted weapon from the space again, and then threw it forward without any hesitation.

puff.

A soldier from the gods was penetrated through his body. The powerful inertia not only penetrated his body, but also brought his body back quickly.

A soldier could not dodge and was connected into a string, and his vitality was almost wiped out in an instant.

This wave of forbidden weapons once again took away the lives of nearly two thousand gods soldiers.

"Kill." Ling Mo held the magic weapon in his hand, took the lead and rushed over.

A thousand soldiers followed him without a trace, and ruthlessly inserted into the dense army like a knife.

They must return to the large army in a short time, otherwise they will wait for their soldiers to die.

They are not afraid of life and death, but why should they die if they can live?

The number of the 1,000-person team is decreasing, and Ling Mo just commands indifferently. He mobilizes formations at any time to protect everyone.

But his efforts were destined to be futile. After moving forward for a thousand meters, Ling Mo was covered in blood.

"Captain." A girl cried.

"Shut up." Ling Mo gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone follows me, no one is allowed to fall behind."

Wishes are beautiful, reality is cruel. In the end, Ling Mo discovered that only he was left by the people around him, his magic weapon had been rolled up, and the divine pill on his body was also exhausted.

"Go." Ling Mo shouted loudly, then dragged his tired steps forward.

One soldier after another who tried to stop him died in his hands, blood blurred his eyes, meat sauce was covered with his armor, and his fists were exposed with white bones.

After killing an enemy, Ling Mo's strength was finally exhausted. He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Suddenly, a sharp crisis came. Ling Mo could have wanted to dodge, but it was extremely difficult to make this move at this time.

Whoosh.

A feather arrow cut through the sky and penetrated hard into his eyes.

Maybe Ling Mo's body was tempered too strongly, or maybe it was because the cultivation level of shooting this feather arrow was insufficient. In short, this feather arrow just blinded Ling Mo's eyes, but failed to penetrate his head.

Ling Mo's hands suddenly clenched, and the blue veins on his forehead surged like earthworms. The severe pain made his whole body twitch slightly.

Ling Mo was trembling and was about to pull out the feather arrow, and with another whoosh, the feather arrow rushed out and penetrated into his other eyes.

"He can't do it anymore."

"Go to the end, there are so many of us, but I'm afraid he won't succeed."

"Kill him."

Dozens of soldiers were motivated by each other, and rushed over with battle swords in hand.

boom.

A big hand fell from the sky and slapped the dozens of soldiers into pieces. Yan Long walked out of nothingness and looked at Ling Mo with a steady look and said, "Your team."

Ling Mo trembled and took out a magic pill from his arms, and then swallowed it.

"Commander, please send me a ride." Ling Mo whispered.

Yan Long was stunned and then said, "You - you - demanded death."

"My brothers are dead, and I don't want to survive anymore." Ling Mo squeezed out a smile on his face, "Please help the leader."

"Okay." Yan Long nodded and said, "Don't go far, wait for me, I'll go with you soon." After Yan Long said this, his mind moved, and a gentle force wrapped around Ling Mo, sending him into the crowd of the gods.

boom.

Ling Mo exploded himself when he rushed into the crowd, and the powerful shock wave killed hundreds of people on the spot.

Yan Long looked at that direction deeply, and then quickly disappeared his figure. An army must be protected by strong people to prevent the opponent's strong men from opening up the killing realm.

Strictly speaking, Yan Long's attack just now had exceeded the rules, but fortunately he knew that he had not taken any further action after killing these dozens of people.

War has always been cruel, and morale is invisible and intangible, but it does exist.

As time goes by, the scale gradually tilts towards the direction of the three tribes coalition-

Wuming's move disrupted the opponent's rhythm, but it was just a disruption. You should know that the three clans far surpassed the human race in terms of the number of strong people. Even if the top combat power is slightly insufficient, there is nothing. As long as the God Lord can escape, the final destruction will definitely be the royal court.

As time went by, Taiyi's face became paler.

The Lord of God is really too strong, and he masters the technique of honor and can repair the trauma in his body at any time. Even if the Lord of God cannot move, his physical instinct is still in a state of repair.
Chapter completed!