One Thousand Three Hundred and Seven Encircled
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Holding his broken arm, Lu Yun staggered and ran wildly in the woods. He tripped over something and fell down, but struggled to get up again at an extremely fast speed.
He panted heavily and kept turning his head, as if wanting to make sure that no one came after him who was wounded.
Because of too much movement, his wounds have burst open, not only his broken arm, but also the two sword wounds on his body.
This was left on him by a god puppet just now. If it hadn't been for a swordsman brother who stopped him, he would be a corpse now.
The sad thing is, now he can only run backward desperately, and go back and tell his master that the 300 masters he sent are almost lost now.
When they were flying in the air, they were intercepted by some terrifying weapon attacks. They could only retreat to the ground. Before they could take a rest, they were surrounded by groups of terrifying puppets.
These puppets are as powerful as those they saw before, or more powerful. In particular, there is a puppet with a strange "circle and vertical" pattern on its forehead, which is very powerful.
When they killed those god puppets before, it was because the other party had few people, and they could use pincer attack or beating to kill the other party.
But now, there are too many of these puppets, much more than the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect. They are now the target of siege, so they are at a disadvantage when they go to war.
The feeling of bullying the few by relying on the number of people, they have not had enough fun, and they have been pissed off once.
Now Lu Yun kept running backwards while thinking in his mind, thinking about a desperate question: Why do the opponents have so many masters?
The reason why their Heavenly Sword Sect spans several worlds is because they have enough masters, so many that their opponents can't afford to consume them.
But now, Lu Yun discovered that the masters on the battlefield from both sides seemed to be no less than the Heavenly Sword Sect! Under such a battle situation, the loss of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect has been much, much, much higher than previously estimated.
Under such circumstances, Tianjian Shenzong's plan to rule this new paradise with only one elder and his disciples seemed a bit exaggerated.
Facing such an enemy, even if the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect uses a few elders and an army of tens of thousands of swordsmen, it may not be able to win directly.
He must be quicker, bring this news back to his master, and only in this way can he minimize his losses as much as possible.
As long as they ask for help from the Heavenly Sword Sect, they can gain more troops and crush their opponents more quickly!
Therefore, those masters who came here to fight with the elder disciples of the white-clothed old man desperately broke through, hoping that someone could send this exact news back to the white-haired old man. No way, they don't have mobile phones or radio equipment, so they have no way to transmit their intelligence information immediately.
They only have some props such as messenger jade tokens, and such props obviously cannot convey the message completely.
At least in this respect, they are backward and primitive, so that the electronic warfare troops of the Alan Hill Empire can't find the communication signals that need to be interfered...
The battle was still going on cruelly, and the white-clothed swordsmen who managed to break out were retreating in embarrassment.
(The code word speed is too slow, it cannot be updated before 12 o'clock, and there is no leave note, so I copied some words first, and will change it tomorrow, everyone, please be safe)
Holding his broken arm, Lu Yun staggered and ran wildly in the woods. He tripped over something and fell down, but struggled to get up again at an extremely fast speed.
He panted heavily and kept turning his head, as if wanting to make sure that no one came after him who was wounded.
Because of too much movement, his wounds have burst open, not only his broken arm, but also the two sword wounds on his body.
This is what a god puppet left on him just now,
If it wasn't for a swordsman brother who stopped him, he would be a corpse now.
The sad thing is, now he can only run backward desperately, and go back and tell his master that the 300 masters he sent are almost lost now.
When they were flying in the air, they were intercepted by some terrifying weapon attacks. They could only retreat to the ground. Before they could take a rest, they were surrounded by groups of terrifying puppets.
These puppets are as powerful as those they saw before, or more powerful. In particular, there is a puppet with a strange "circle and vertical" pattern on its forehead, which is very powerful.
When they killed those god puppets before, it was because the other party had few people, and they could use pincer attack or beating to kill the other party.
But now, there are too many of these puppets, much more than the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect. They are now the target of siege, so they are at a disadvantage when they go to war.
The feeling of bullying the few by relying on the number of people, they have not had enough fun, and they have been pissed off once.
Now Lu Yun kept running backwards while thinking in his mind, thinking about a desperate question: Why do the opponents have so many masters?
The reason why their Heavenly Sword Sect spans several worlds is because they have enough masters, so many that their opponents can't afford to consume them.
But now, Lu Yun discovered that the masters on the battlefield from both sides seemed to be no less than the Heavenly Sword Sect! Under such a battle situation, the loss of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect has been much, much, much higher than previously estimated.
Under such circumstances, Tianjian Shenzong's plan to rule this new paradise with only one elder and his disciples seemed a bit exaggerated.
Facing such an enemy, even if the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect uses a few elders and an army of tens of thousands of swordsmen, it may not be able to win directly.
He must be quicker, bring this news back to his master, and only in this way can he minimize his losses as much as possible.
As long as they ask for help from the Heavenly Sword Sect, they can gain more troops and crush their opponents more quickly!
Therefore, those masters who came here to fight with the elder disciples of the white-clothed old man desperately broke through, hoping that someone could send this exact news back to the white-haired old man. No way, they don't have mobile phones or radio equipment, so they have no way to transmit their intelligence information immediately.
They only have some props such as messenger jade tokens, and such props obviously cannot convey the message completely.