Seven Hundred and Seventieth Chapters National Enmity and Family Hatred

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At this time, the group of warriors of the Changhong Sword Sect is in a position between danger and danger. Speaking of danger, they are now facing an enemy nearly five times their own, and the chance of winning is almost zero, but they can't talk about danger now. After all, the fighting power of the Chinese warriors is there. Without being attacked, it is not possible for more than a thousand mutants to defeat these warriors head-on!

At this time, the battle situation is in a stalemate, and the Huaxia warriors are strictly on guard, especially the disciples of the Changhong Sword Sect rely on the treasure of the town sect——Zhou Tian Sword Formation to resist the attack of mutants.

The Zhoutian Sword Formation is the secret skill of the Changhong Sword Sect. The Zhoutian Sword Formation composed of ninety-nine and eighty-one disciples can evolve into 360 Zhoutian. When the sword formation is in operation, even a warrior at the peak of the fourth level can be trapped in it. This kind of secret method of borrowing power from heaven and earth is impossible for even the top fighters to decipher, let alone these mutants who don't understand anything!

In front of the Zhou Tian Sword Formation, a large number of mutants were beheaded, including several fourth-level mutants.

The disciples of other sects gathered around the Zhou Tian Sword Formation at this time, waiting for the opportunity to kill the enemy, but more enemies were blocked by the Zhou Tian Sword Formation.

Although the Zhoutian Sword Formation seems to be incomprehensible at this time, Master Qianyang is very anxious. The disciples who preside over the Sword Formation are generally not high-level, only about the third level. Human attacks, but these disciples have limited true energy, once their true energy is exhausted, the Zhoutian Sword Formation will also disintegrate on its own.

Once they lose the protection of the Zhoutian Sword Formation, their less than two hundred fighters will be involved in the melee by thousands of mutants. Once they get into the melee, the advantage of the number will be greatly magnified, and it will be the turn of the warriors at that time They are out of luck!

"Step up the attack!"

"Where's Alpha Team? Bombard them with energy!"

"You idiots, don't you know that the other party's reinforcements are coming? Hurry up and attack! I'm going to kill these damn Chinese!" Walker frantically urged his mutants to attack. He was the mutant of this team. Commander, and the eldest son of Linton, the vice president of the Brotherhood of Mutants!

The root cause of Walker's so-called hatred for Chinese warriors is still in Jiang Fei, as early as the Battle of Dongpu. Jiang Fei and others were intercepted by mutants on their way back, and the leader of them was Walker's twin brother Frost Prince Kidd!

But Kidd's child was more unlucky. He was spoiled and spoiled at home since he was a child, and he was always defiant. He didn't expect to meet Jiang Fei when he was sent out to perform a mission for the first time.

I think back then Jiang Fei was also a stunned young man, he didn't care how deep your background was, dare to pretend to be thirteen in front of Jiang Daguan? Can I get used to you? As a result, Jiang Fei raised his sword and dropped it. Kill Kidd!

Because at that time the Brotherhood of Mutants had just obtained the biochemical data,

It has not had time to turn this technology into strength. So Linton and Walker, the father and son, can only keep the hatred in their hearts first.

But today, Walker, who was originally only a fourth-level middle-level man, was enhanced by biochemical technology to the peak of the fourth level. He brought people to attack the Chinese warriors. People attack!

"Boom..."

Attacks in the form of energy such as frost and flames were smashed towards the warriors by those mutants with special attributes, but they were all crushed by the sword beams issued by the Zhoutian Sword Formation. The disciples of the Changhong Sword Sect were exhausted!

At this moment, they are completely relying on their will to force their support, and the true energy in their bodies is on the verge of exhaustion.

Although the mutants' attack only lasted less than two hours. But these third-level Changhong Sword Sect disciples are almost dying!

"Brother Bai, when will you be able to come!" Daoist Qianyang is also very anxious at this time, and these fourth-level masters can only stare blankly at this time, because the disciples who form the sword array must be of equal strength. array is not operational!

But if Qianyang Daoist wants to gather ninety-nine or eighty-one fourth-level masters, it would be like a dream, if they really have so many fourth-level masters. What kind of sword array is used, it will kill directly!

"Master! I can't do it anymore!" After persisting for another half an hour, a disciple of the Changhong Sword Sect who presided over the sword array finally couldn't hold on anymore, and after a mouthful of effort, he passed out on the ground!

"Ah!" Daoist Qianyang's heart skipped a beat, although he felt sorry for this disciple. But even more afraid of the collapse of the sword array!

The Zhoutian Sword Formation borrowed strength from the heavens and the earth, ninety-nine and eighty-one disciples are indispensable, and now one disciple couldn't hold back vomiting blood and fainted, and the entire Zhoutian Sword Formation also stopped functioning!

"Ha! Those damn Chinese people are finished! Get rid of them!" A light of surprise flashed in Walker's eyes!

"Damn it! All the disciples are withdrawn! Form a defensive formation!" Daoist Qianyang shouted loudly.

The disciples who had originally supported the Zhou Tian Sword Formation quickly retreated and snatched the fainted disciple back. These people were already exhausted at this time, so they were protected in the middle of the crowd!

At this time, the outermost part of the defense circle is naturally a dozen or so fourth-level masters such as Qianyang Zhenren. Then there are the third-level disciples of those small sects. Although these people add up to sixty or seventy people, there are as many as thousands of mutants besieging them!

"Kill!" Daoist Qianyang put his heart on hold, at this moment he could only resist desperately and wait for Bai Wanli's reinforcements.

If Qianyang Zhenren and others choose to break out of the siege at this time, then first of all, none of the exhausted disciples of the Changhong Sword Sect will be able to survive. There is hope for super warriors to escape and ascend to heaven.

But in that case, Immortal Qianyang would be the first to disagree. These disciples are all elites of the Changhong Sword Sect, and they are also the future of the Changhong Sword Sect. If they are all buried here, the Changhong Sword Sect will basically be over!

The same is true for the heads and elders of other small sects. They are small families and there are not many third-level disciples. If they are all buried here, they cannot afford the loss. Under the expected circumstances, they are not willing to abandon these elite disciples!

"Kill those Chinese people! Not one of them will be left behind!" Walker's eyes were red after the Zhoutian Sword Formation collapsed, and all the national hatred and family hatred appeared in front of his eyes. Now he can't wait to eat the flesh and drink the blood of the warriors!

"Aw..."

With strange screams, beast-like mutants rushed up one by one, and those energy-supply mutants used long-range bombardment, because their power came from blood, so the attack method was quite simple. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)