#765 - Kill like crazy

The cold wind howled across the sky, and the sprawling military camp under the night was filled with fire and chaos.

The black mass of soldiers fell one after another, with the comrades behind them rushing forward, seemingly endless.

What was happening now seemed not like a war, but a massacre.

And this place seemed not like a battlefield, but a hell of carnage.

Seven masters of the upper three ranks against nearly a million troops.

Frankly speaking, even if this kind of battle wasn't unprecedented, it probably hasn't happened too many times in the long history.

And in terms of the intensity of the battle tonight, it could be considered "absolutely unique."

The crescent moon moved to the center of the sky, and unconsciously, the two sides had been fighting for half an hour.

Wei Changtian didn't know how many people he had killed, he only knew that his inner strength was exhausted.

But this was inevitable.

Although he had previously taken a "Tian Yuan Pill," he had already consumed too much in the battle with those fifteen people, and his inner strength was already running low.

Coupled with the consumption of this half an hour, it was only natural that he was now fighting to exhaustion.

【Tian Yuan Pill: A one-time item that can instantly restore the user's full inner strength, mental strength, and physical strength, 300 points】

【Note: This item can only be taken once every 120 minutes】

He could only take one pill per hour, and there was still a little over a quarter of an hour left.

"Swish!"

Swinging his sword again, cutting a soldier in front of him in two, Wei Changtian turned his head to look at the situation of the other six people.

Compared to the beginning, the seven of them were now farther apart, basically each blocking one direction, connected together to form a circle separating life and death.

Among the seven, the two second-rank monks were obviously under less pressure, and from their movements, they could still be considered to have plenty of energy to spare.

And it was not known whether it was due to the Buddhist "compassion" values, they generally did not kill people, mostly just knocking out or crippling the soldiers in front of them.

Being able to control their strength and hold back undoubtedly proved that they still had a lot of energy left.

However, the situation of the other four third-rank deputy generals was much more difficult.

Although the third rank was still crushing the eighth and ninth ranks, the overall strength of a third-rank martial artist was still much weaker than the second rank.

When facing a small number of "ants," this gap was not reflected, after all, whether it was the third rank or the second rank, killing these ordinary soldiers only required one move.

But when the number of "ants" reached a certain level, and the battle was prolonged indefinitely, the disadvantages of the third rank in all aspects were revealed.

From the beginning of entering a no-man's land to the current dodging and maneuvering.

The four third-rank deputy generals had already switched from offense to defense, although each move could still take away several lives, the fatigue on their faces was already very obvious.

Wei Changtian didn't know how long they could last, and he didn't have time to think about it at this time, he just glanced at them and immediately withdrew his gaze.

After all, among the seven of them, the one in the most precarious situation was actually himself.

"Swish!"

"Swish swish swish!!"

Swinging his sword continuously, the silver light covering the Dragon Spring Sword was already extremely weak.

The pain from the wounds all over his body kept stimulating his brain, making Wei Changtian's expression somewhat ferocious.

To defeat enemies who don't cherish their lives, you must be even more reckless.

"Bang!!"

Kicking away a man who had rushed in front of him, Wei Changtian decisively stopped using the Myriad Blades 引, and instantly severed the connection with all the flying swords.

"Clang clang clang!"

Around him, the remaining dozens of long swords immediately fell down, landing in the gaps of the piles of corpses.

Wei Changtian, holding the silver-light dimmed Dragon Spring Sword, took a deep breath and didn't use any martial skills, but rushed straight into the crowd.

"Clang! Clang clang clang!!"

"Die!!!!"

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The blade slashed on the armor and military knives, making a series of creepy crisp sounds, accompanied by Wei Changtian's roar and a wail echoing in the rolling smoke and dust.

Yes, after his inner strength was exhausted, Wei Changtian did not choose to "seek stability" and temporarily avoid the edge, but instead more "aggressively" rushed directly into the enemy formation!

Swords and knives crossed, blood splattered.

His last trace of inner strength was not used to display martial skills, but was all poured into the Dragon Spring Sword, relying on the combat experience accumulated in the "Dream Dao" to launch the most "primitive" melee.

Of course, as a second-rank martial artist, even without inner strength and "势", his physical strength, reaction speed, and other indicators were still far superior to the lower three-rank martial artists, still considered a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

But in any case, after being forced to abandon the most powerful martial skill crushing, and choosing "hand-to-hand combat", Wei Changtian's situation undoubtedly became more dangerous.

"Young Master Wei!"

"This monk will help you!!"

In the distance, the two relatively relaxed Buddhist monks quickly noticed the abnormality here.

Their eyes changed, and the next moment they leaped up, preparing to come over to help.

However, before the two could rush out of their respective encirclements, they heard a roar exploding in the crowd.

"No need!"

"If you have any energy left, go help the other four generals!"

"I'm fine!"

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With a stunned expression, the two Buddhist monks looked at each other from afar, their eyes obviously a little helpless.

Fine?

You, a second-rank martial artist, are holding a sword and hacking at a group of lower three-rank people, and you call that fine?

The two monks were not fools, of course they understood that Wei Changtian had his own ideas.

However, Wei Changtian's identity was special after all, and it could be said that he alone was related to the victory or defeat of the entire Dahe battle, so he must not have any accidents.

What's more, Xu Sui Sui also gave a death order, asking them to bring Wei Changtian back to Fengyuan City intact at all costs.

Thinking of this, the two Buddhist monks no longer hesitated, behind them both emerged a huge, slowly rotating Buddha wheel phantom, and at the same time, they immediately each waved a golden, dazzling giant palm print.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!!!"

In the two loud noises one after another, two palm prints, each several feet high, rippled with layers of golden waves, devastatingly submerging all the living and dead in front of them, and then continued forward, until all the soldiers beside Wei Changtian were instantly emptied.

"Whoosh!!"

His movements suddenly stopped, and the gust of wind stirred up by the palm prints made Wei Changtian's clothes flutter wildly, and within a radius of more than ten feet around him, there was temporarily no living person other than him.

They had both relieved Wei Changtian's siege, but had not hurt Wei Changtian.

The two monks' control over this move could be said to have reached the pinnacle.

But Wei Changtian on the other side didn't seem to appreciate it very much.

"Two eminent monks..."

"I said, I'm fine..."

He stood in the center of the corpses, holding the Dragon Spring Sword, staring at the two Buddhist monks without moving, his voice very cold.

"I hope that was the last time."

"If you dare to attack again, then don't blame me for turning against you."

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People kindly helped you out of the siege, but you have such an impatient attitude.

Hearing Wei Changtian's words, the faces of the two monks suddenly became embarrassed and ugly.

However, Wei Changtian no longer looked at them at this time, his gaze crossed over the hundred or so corpses that had been blasted to death by the golden palm prints, and fell on the distant, vast number of soldiers who were temporarily stunned in place.

"What are you all standing there for?!"

"Come on!"

"Continue!!"