Chapter 762 Chaos
Trapped Sand Island, the base camp of the sea tribe.
It was now in a state of chaos.
above the sky,
The streamers of the martial arts and martial arts flickered and collided with each other, producing a huge explosion, causing dense and gorgeous fireworks to erupt over the coastline of dozens of miles!
Relying on the large attack formations on six large ships, after breaking the defenses on the periphery of the island,
The cultivators took the True Essence cultivator as the forward, and directly tore the defense line of the sea clan's periphery.
At the same time, tens of thousands of high-level monks from the spiritual realm around the Dharma ship attacked together, like a colony of ants coming out of the gate. A series of bright fireworks light.
There are no formations and no tactics to be told.
The simple thing is to lead the cultivator of the True Yuan Realm, rush forward directly, kill the sea clan he saw, and then break through and occupy this island.
After all, reality is not a game.
There is also no setting that does not hurt allies.
Even the aftermath of the battle of the opponents at the level of the Spirit Origin Realm will spread to more than ten feet in a radius.
Expand the formation, and in all likelihood, it will be swept away by the battle.
In particular, these tens of thousands of cultivators in the spiritual realm did not come from the same force.
For such a group of cultivators who belonged to different forces, it was obviously extremely difficult to integrate without any collective training and no cooperation.
As such,
Just let the monks below fight each other.
As long as you can break through this sand island, it doesn't matter what method you use.
Of course,
There are still small-scale formations of their own.
More than a dozen monks from the same family, from the small sects, will cooperate with each other, support each other, and form small formations to attack, so as to improve the possibility of their own survival in this chaotic battle.
It's just that the performance of these small formations is not conspicuous compared to the attack of a large army of tens of thousands of people.
above the sky,
Zhang Qingyuan casually glanced at the battlefield below, and paid no attention.
The war of the low-level monks has never been the decisive factor in the war.
It's just that to a certain extent, it can contain the opponent's large troops and attract attention.
What can really decide the victory or defeat of this sneak attack is the battle between the high-level True Essence Realm.
The rest of the cultivators in the True Yuan realm obviously knew this as well.
Controlling the escape light, he flew directly towards the base camp of Sandy Island in mid-air. On the way, one by one, the magic and martial skills were fired at will, bombarding the sea group, blasting a large hole in succession, and the shock and impact shattered the distance of dozens of meters. .
Some soldiers from the sea clan resisted, inspiring bursts of light, wanting to bombard and resist.
But in front of the majestic tsunami-like True Yuan power, it was just a mantis shaking the tree, torn to shreds by the tyrannical attack, crushing it down, and easily vanishing into ashes.
"What about the priests and warriors in the sea clan, haven't they appeared yet?"
in the midst of a battlefield,
Looking around, there was a continuous explosion scene, all kinds of techniques and martial arts flew, and all the fireworks exploded in the air.
Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but feel that he was in the fire of the previous life.
Brow wrinkled slightly.
Because of normal circumstances, if someone attacks the camp, then those priests and warriors who are comparable to the human realm should be able to react and counterattack as soon as possible.
Is it an ambush?
Zhang Qingyuan's eyes flashed slightly.
While he was thinking,
call out!
An ice thorn broke through the air from bottom to top, and suddenly attacked from behind!
However, when he first reached the height of his body, it was as if he had hit an invisible wall of air, shattered into nothingness and disappeared without a trace.
It didn't work at all.
Zhang Qingyuan frowned.
look away.
I saw that in the chaotic battlefield below, in a certain blind spot, a sea clan priest held a staff in his hand, staring blankly at all this.
He was hiding in that corner just now, and just saw a human race suspended in mid-air above his head, so he did not hesitate to trigger an ice cone technique, wanting to kill the opponent while he was not paying attention.
But I didn't expect the ice pick to smash and disappear before it got close!
This,
what happened?
The sea clan priest opened his mouth wide, unable to speak.
Zhang Qingyuan's eyes turned cold, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and an invisible wave shot out like a sharp sword, instantly entering his mind.
The sea clan priest's expression froze, and the whole person fell down in a daze.
But the soul in his mind has been strangled.
Totally dead.
To easily behead a sea clan sacrificer who is comparable to the eighth level of Lingyuan,
Zhang Qingyuan didn't care much.
After so many years of cultivation, the various books of self-cultivation he has accumulated, low-level techniques and martial arts, etc., have basically been mastered through the proficiency panel, and they are integrated into his heart.
As far as the accumulation of practice is concerned, only in terms of the breadth of knowledge, even the monks in the real cave may not be able to compare with him!
accumulated so much,
It is not surprising to know a secret killing technique that uses divine sense.
"coming!"
Just when Zhang Qingyuan beheaded the sea clan sacrificial disciple in the air, perhaps in the face of the strong invasion of the monks of the human race, the sea clan masters who were hidden in the dark did not continue to hide, and rose from the sea clan crowd. .
"Human monks, you are courting death!"
With a roar,
Not far from the sea clan's log tent fortress, a sea clan big man was holding the huge leg bones of a white unknown monster, gathering bright rays of light, and fiercely rushed to kill the nearest human cultivator.
The sudden change made the human cultivator who wanted to kill the low-level sea clan be surprised. However, he was not disturbed at all with rich combat experience. A seven-to-eight-foot-long flame dragon emerged, swept through its body like lava, and the scorching high temperature caused the space to distort.
boom! ! !
The bones of the unknown monster in the hands of the big man of the sea clan rapidly expanded by more than ten times, and smashed towards the red dragon like a tsunami, and immediately produced an earth-shattering explosion. The ten-zhang area was completely empty, and the surrounding monks, both the human race and the sea race, all retreated in awe, and they all distanced themselves.
This is just a corner of the battlefield.
The priests and warriors of the surrounding sea clan kept appearing from the camp, rising into the sky, and fighting with the human cultivators.
for a while,
The offensive among the human race seemed to be contained, and the remaining army of low-level sea warriors saw this,
Great morale!
"Is this the backhand of the sea clan?"
In the battlefield, divine consciousness shrouded, and Zhang Qingyuan, who was looking at the audience, frowned.