Chapter 2210 Wang Xiaofei's Style of Play

There was silence in the barracks, and no one thought that Wang Xiaofei's sneak attack was about to start.

Under the protection of the formation, Wang Xiaofei also seemed a little excited. This is a battle in which he does not have much advantage. In fact, he also wants to test whether his idea can be successful.

"kill!"

Following Wang Xiaofei's command of will, the fifty-five quasi-sages who had already been quasi-sages attacked the barracks at once.

Without any holding hands, all people are long-range forbidden attacks, all of which are powerful and boundless attacks.

As these attacks unfolded, the entire barracks was like an explosive powder keg that exploded completely.

The roaring sound continued to be heard, and various screams were heard.

"Swallow!"

At this time, what Wang Xiaofei saw was a large amount of will energy of various cultivation bases dissipating in the air.

The Hall of Will was sacrificed by Wang Xiaofei, and then appeared on a ground in front of him.

A large amount of will energy is continuously integrated into the will hall.

As the battle unfolded, more and more powerful demons came out.

Soon, both sides were attacking non-stop.

Those protectors of Wang Xiaofei were desperately fighting for their lives, attacking desperately.

Under the attack of Wang Xiaofei's quasi-sages, the opponent could only do his best.

Finally, after a large number of Xusheng died, the two sides had already fallen with quasi-holy-level masters.

Devour!

Wang Xiaofei's Hall of Will immediately swallowed two quasi-sages, and one of them was Wang Xiaofei's man.

Just when the two of them entered, Wang Xiaofei had quickly transformed and controlled them, and then the large amount of will energy that had been swallowed just now was crazily injected into the two quasi-sacred bodies.

At this time, Wang Xiaofei had already ordered the two quasi-sages who guarded him to join the battle.

It didn't take much time at all, and the two quasi-holy masters were already recovered by Wang Xiaofei.

Seeing that the quasi-sage sitting beside him and protecting him reached the five again, Wang Xiaofei also had a smile on his lips. His idea was correct. Will be weakened, but will become stronger.

A large number of deaths have already occurred. When Wang Xiaofei looked at his will hall again, more and more quasi-sages were also being reformed.

After the war between the two sides started, those Void Saint-level people were like cannon fodder, and they were beheaded and killed by Wang Xiaofei's people wantonly.

Of course, a large amount of their will energy was injected into those modified quasi-holy bodies.

In order to improve the recovery of his quasi-sage protectors, Wang Xiaofei even injected some of the quasi-sage's energy into the transformed dharma protectors.

After all, the energy of a quasi-sage alone is worth half of the energy.

The masters of the Demon Race did not expect such a sneak attack at all, and they did not expect that some quasi-holy-level masters would be so desperate, and everyone could only fight to the death.

The biggest result of this style of play is that more and more quasi-sages on both sides died.

Fifty quasi-sage demon powerhouses have now downed about twenty people, but they saw that the sneak attackers were actually no better than them.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, the strong men of the Demon Race discovered that there were some quasi-holy-level magisters coming in a steady stream.

What puzzled them the most was that although the people who arrived couldn't tell what kind of people they were, they looked strange, but each of these people was so familiar, as if they were comrades-in-arms who fought with them just now .

Before they figured it out, those new arrivals were also fighting desperately.

The more people died, the more quasi-sages came to support Wang Xiaofei's side.

There has never been such a fight before, and the masters of the Demon Race were completely stunned. They didn't know where so many quasi-sages of the Demon Race appeared.

"It's all one family!"

Those masters of the Demon Race really want to curse people. At this critical moment for the survival of the Demon Race, some of their own people came to beat their own people. It's nothing.

However, there were only fifty-five quasi-sages of the human race just now, and now after fighting for a while, there were as many as seventy-eight quasi-sages of the human race.

On the other hand, when looking at the demons, the powerful demons are already retreating. This time they really can't fight. Now there are only a dozen quasi-sages who can stand.

Just when the masters of the demon race wanted to escape, the confinement formation here had already been formed, and no one could escape.

The strong man of the Demon Race was really scared at this time. In order to prevent the people who came to escape, he ordered to activate the confinement formation to defend against the opponent.

After another wave of magic bombardment, all the remaining quasi-sages fell down.

Wang Xiaofei's current quasi-sages have reached as many as eighty people.

Then these quasi-sages beheaded the entire barracks.

Now that Wang Xiaofei's mind is as strong as iron, he didn't care about the death of those soldiers at all.

The hall of will has now injected energy into the body of a quasi-sage.

Wang Xiaofei was also satisfied with today's battle. After a big battle, the opponent's army was destroyed. What made him most happy was that he got another sanctification, and he had as many as 87 Dharma protectors.

At this time, Wang Xiaofei had a kind of feeling in his heart.

The feeling of danger, when one looks at it, there are a lot of masters coming.

Without hesitation, Wang Xiaofei disappeared after a pill sea teleportation.

The one who arrived was the demon saint, and with him came a large number of masters.

Seeing the situation here at a glance, the saint of the Demon Race also took a deep breath.

An army camp was wiped out?

When everyone saw that there was really no living person here, they were all stunned.

After seeing the situation here, Hao Xuan, the saint of the Demon Race, did not faint.

"What kind of power is it?" The saint pinched his fingers and counted there.

However, when the attackers were counted out by various means, the saint's face showed more incomprehensible emotions. This time it turned out to be a group of magisters who were attacking, and the people who came to attack There are dozens of people.

The problem is big!

The demon saint is really a little nervous now. He has called so many masters here for the purpose of sneak attacking the human race. In the end, something like this happened, which made his entire layout go wrong.

What confuses him the most is the fact that the quasi-sages of the Mozu gathered to attack the Mozu's own people.

When he looked at the battlefield again, he could see that part of it was magic, and part of it was battle qi.

What is the situation?

Seeing the places where the attacking energy came out on the battlefield, he stood there for a long time unable to do so, and his whole expression became dignified.