Chapter 1672: Chopped

  "Where is your position?" On the battlefield of Planet Higgs 4, an embarrassed swordsman in white faced questioning, bowing his head not knowing what to say.

   "Hah!" A sharp flying sword was as fast as lightning, and before the white-clothed swordsman had recovered, it cut off his neck.

  A human head fell to the ground like this, and it rolled to the feet of a person. The eyes on the head were still big, as if he couldn't believe that he was dead.

   "Lead the escape, disturb the military's mind! Bastard! Damn!" an old voice said, a little hoarse with deep anger.

  The old man is no one else, but the current lord of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the old swordsman Xiao Renjie. He led his troops to Higgs 4 and was ordered to reinforce the front line. However, the troops of the Heavenly Sword faction were the first to be defeated in the battle with the guards.

  Actually, it was not that the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect did not contribute, but that the guards had too many troops. Many people of the Heavenly Sword Sect recalled those terrifying scenes of the decisive battle in the sect.

  At that time, they were also defending their positions, facing the army of guards who attacked like a tide.

  They lost that time, and the defeat was a mess, the sect was destroyed, countless casualties, the former suzerain was killed in the internal conflict, the Heavenly Sword God Sect was also divided into two and almost broke the inheritance of incense.

  At this moment, facing the vast number of Guardian troops, this swordsman who took the lead to escape was actually just because he had been defeated at the time, so he was timid.

  But even if the crime was not dying, Xiao Renjie still personally punished the commander who tried to preserve his strength and led his troops to retreat without authorization.

  There is no other reason, just because today, Xiao Renjie knows that behind him is the land where he lives, and at this moment they are no longer able to retreat.

   "Today! There will be people who retreat! Kill without mercy!" Xiao Renjie also showed a cruel side that is not seen in normal days, clenched his fists and shouted loudly to the remaining swordsman commander beside him.

  His words made everyone agitate, and the long-lost, irreversible aura of the Heavenly Sword God Sect returned to the hearts of these swordsmen for a short time.

"People handed over their side to us. As a swordsman, you should die for your confidant! The old man is standing here, and today is not going to retreat! If there is someone who is afraid of things, it will not be too late to leave the old man!" Raising his arm, pointed to the battlefield ahead, and said to the members of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

  Just as soon as he finished saying morale-boosting words or warning words, he continued to give orders: "Kill back! Help the people of Jiuyou faction stabilize the flank!"

  "Don't be ashamed! Follow me!" A swordsman bowed to Xiao Renjie with his fists, then waved his arms and shouted to the swordsmen behind him: "Kill the enemy!"

   "Kill the enemy!" The white-clothed swordsmen regained their morale and followed the middle-aged swordsmen to the position they had just lost.

  The swordsmen of the Jiuyou faction who had been in a hard fight because of the loss of their flanks, are now being caught by the enemy.

  In the trenches, these swordsmen in black clothes didn't say anything one by one, but in their hearts they scolded the **** of the Heavenly Sword faction who had abandoned their positions and ran alone.

  However, behind them is the main position. If they also retreat, it is equivalent to selling the Grenadiers of the Ailan Hill Empire who are fighting hard.

  So they dare not go and cannot go. Therefore, even if the battle situation has been inferior to the point where it cannot be added, they are still fighting hard.

  A swordsman with a broken flying sword bleeds from the corner of his mouth. He fell into the trench and gradually lost his consciousness. His legs were blown away, and the remaining part was bloody, and the blood stained the bottom of the trench pit.

  Seeing his companion dying, another black-clothed swordsman roared and took his three-foot green mountain, rushed out of the trenches and entered the enemy group.

  The flying sword flew up and down, chopped down countless sweepers, and slaughtered until the sky was dark. The bodies of the sweepers were piled around him like a mound.

  However, the manpower will eventually be exhausted. As time goes by, his speed at killing the enemy becomes slower and slower, and the flying sword gradually loses its flexibility.

  He was already trapped in a heavy siege, but in the end he was submerged in the crowd of sweepers, and he was nowhere to be seen.

  Just when the swordsmen of the Nine Nether Sect began to despair, at the other end of the battlefield, those swordsmen in white who had fled in embarrassment earlier, returned to the battlefield.

   Accompanied by the sound of killing, the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect rushed through the battlefield one by one in white clothes, which added a strange bright color to this chaotic battlefield.

  These swordsmen have a very high cultivation base, and they have not suffered any losses before, so when they come back at this time, their momentum is actually three points lower than the Sweeper.

  Although they escaped before, isn’t that the commander’s responsibility? It was the guy whose head was beheaded was greedy for life and fear of death, and had nothing to do with them, grassroots warriors.

  "For Ailan Hill! Go!" In the melee, the commander of the Heavenly Sword faction finally remembered this slogan that was a little strange to him.

  However, after he chopped off the arm of a Sweeper soldier, he flicked the blood from his sword and shouted this slogan, but he felt that it was a bit more imposing.

  So he yelled again, shouting this slogan, and with more than a hundred people who dare to die behind him, he took the lead to enter the crowd of the guards.

  Wolves enter the flock for a while, and the one that kills is called a dark place. The guards caught off guard suffered heavy losses, and were even forced to give up part of the positions they had just occupied.

  From the beginning of the chaotic defeat of the white-clothed swordsmen, to the brutal and **** battle of the black-clothed swordsmen, to the collapse of the guardian troops in front of them, it seemed as long as a century had passed.

  For the swordsmen of the Jiuyou Sect who have just fought hard, their dead colleagues will never return.

  Nevertheless, when they saw the **** of the Heavenly Sword faction who had unexpectedly killed them back on the battlefield, they took a sigh of relief.

  It’s a trivial matter to die in a battle on your own side, but it’s a really terrible matter to affect the battle situation on the main force side.

  Another battlefield, on the battlefield above them, the space near Higgs 4, the huge fleet of the Ailanhill Empire, is madly firing at the same huge enemy fleet.

  Countless energy rays pierced the sky, rushing into the enemy's fleet, causing countless explosions and then gradually dissipating.

  On the other side, more black energy rays also hit back, most of them were resolved by magical defense barriers, and a few also caused trouble to the Ailanhill Empire fleet.

  The war is going on throughout the Higgs theater, breaking out in every possible place.

  Everyone knows that this sudden battle may be the decisive battle between Ailan Hill and the guards!