Nearly 20,000 troops rushed towards the waves with blood red.

At this time, the dense demon clans on the waves had not yet reacted.

Human race, is attacking?

Over the years, I have actually seen the human race attack!

"boom--"

The battle formation that the demon clan had not yet spread out was instantly torn to pieces in front of the bloody arrows.

Until this time, the demon clan had not understood it, and the human race was attacking.

"kill!"

Zhao Yang held a spear in his hand, and the spear head flashed three feet of inspiration. Every time he sucked and spitted, he brought up a blood mist.

The blood mist sank around him again and turned into a spiritual python.

Countless demons rushed towards Zhao Yang.

Unfortunately, they have no chance to get close.

Rows of cultivators wearing black armor and covered with iron faces waved magic weapons and killed all the demons who dared to approach.

Of course, they don’t have many opportunities to take action. Because the more than 10,000 troops behind Zhao Yang have already flown in waves.

The advantages of the human army formation tactics are revealed when magical weapons are used to control magic, bows and crossbows, and arrows are pressed down.

There was no demon clan that could resist and stay in front of the entire battle formation.

This blow will at least thousands of demons who are suffering from hatred.

More demon clan army formations collapsed and fled in scattered areas.

In front of the battle formation, if the demon clan who had not been forced to remain with a decisive level of cultivation, the only thing waiting for it is to split into pieces.

A magical volley, the early stage of foundation building, and the middle stage of the demon clan all exploded with hatred.

Then, the demon clan had to retreat.

"kill!"

Zhao Yang shouted, and the two battle flags hanging behind him slowly moved forward.

The attack was again, suppressing the defeated soldiers of the demon clan and directly breaking through the battle formation behind.

"good!"

Several sounds of praise sounded in the void.

Leading the army, attacking with his head, and qi and blood are connected to the sky. These stalms make the entire battlefield look sideways.

"This son must be the first person to attack in Zhenhaiwei in the past century."

In the void, a low shout.

"Even if I try my best to live for ten years, I will protect this son." Another figure floated forward.

The war cavalry on the embankment also slowly stepped on the slope of the embankment, waiting for the charge at any time.

Before Zhurigao, the demon clan could not organize military formations at all.

On the Baili Front, other demons who fought with Zhenhaiwei have slowly contracted.

The Zhenhaiwei tribes also stood in front of the bones and waited quietly.

At some point, the heroic spirit banners above the embankment moved thousands of feet and floated over the bones.

In front of the Hero Spirit Banner, clouds surged in the air, as if they were filled with great power, and seemed to wait again, confronting the Hero Spirit Banner, maintaining a strange balance.

Zhao Yang didn't care about these things at all. He danced his gun in his hand. Every time he attacked, he could lead the army to protrude hundreds of feet.

The demon races on the opposite side have not been organized into effective battle formations and can only be slaughtered again and again.

On the other hand, the Qi and blood of Zhuri are getting stronger and stronger, the smoke pillars are connected together, the combat power of the soldiers is connected to one line, and the attack and defense are integrated, so there is no need to consider defense at all.

There is only one word, kill.

Every time Zhao Yang shouted, the front line would move.

Every time the battle formation moves, thousands of demon clans float on the river.

"Haha, this son is not dead. Within ten years, the number one strong general in the Dayu army is probably going to change hands."

"Today, I have fought for this old bone, so I have to see if I can defeat the Iron Armored Dragon Army, which is known as one general and the thirteen guards, in the future!"

One day and night, the battle formation moved forward ten miles.

Before the battle formation, the river was blood red, connecting with the smoke pillars in the sky, and the heaven and earth were in harmony, without distinction between each other.

Blood is the blood of monsters.

Zhao Yang no longer knew how many monsters he had killed, and his body was already covered in blood.

A long spear, three-foot spear light, no monster dares to stop it.

At this time, the heroic spirit banner floated ten feet above Zhao Yang's head.

"This kid has killed more than ten thousand enemies, right? How many are the best kills on the opposite demon clan?"

"Haha, all the old brothers, even if you die in battle today, you will take this kid back in a hurry."

"Of course, even if I die in this battle, I will still be in the Heroic Spirit Banner and watch this son make achievements."

Hidden in the void next to the Heroic Spirit Banner, dozens of Zhenhaiwei worshippers of the late-stage Jindan realm staring at the opposite side, and their minds were all pressing on Zhao Yang.

What they have to do now is to protect Zhao Yang.

Above them, the guard general held a big sword in his hand, his eyes wide open, and his spiritual power rolled, confronting the dark demonic aura opposite.

Zhuriwei, who rushed into the river for ten miles, was like a sharp knife, tearing open a bright red bloody mouth of the dark river.

In the rear, countless human army formations gathered.

Everyone is waiting.

Wait for Zhao Yang to win.

Wait for Zhao Yang to lose.

No matter whether you win or lose, Zhao Yang cannot die.

One day and night, I couldn't stand it even if I poured copper and iron.

Behind the loose military formation of the demon clan, a group of gathering troops were ready.

Those who step into the river will not be able to return the armor.

This is the death order of the Lancang River camp.

The human army that killed 100,000 demon clans in one battle must not be kept.

In the sky curtain of the demon clan, blood-red names appeared on a dark golden canvas covering the sky.

Most of the other names on the canvas are silent, with only the simple word "Zhao Yang", which keeps flashing. Every time it shines, the name floats up a little.

At this time, it was already in more than 60 places.

This is the list of the Demon Clan's ultimate kills. There are 1,200 human army generals who have killed the Demon Clan. Over the past thousand years, there are only a handful of people who can survive.

Everyone was staring at Zhao Yang.

The spear flew, and Zhao Yang flew up.

He can also fight, with the support of a systematic platform, his qi, blood, and spiritual power are almost endless.

But the soldiers behind him could no longer support him.

Perhaps the next moment, the extremely surging qi and blood barrier will break down and the army will collapse.

It was not that the soldiers of the Sun-Zhu Guard were timid, but that they could not fight.

At this point, they all rely on one breath to support them.

Zhao Yang's eyes flashed with splendor and his body stood slowly.

The whole river was waiting for his next decision.

"Boy, it's OK, let's protect you and leave." A sound sounded in the sky, and a golden light shot towards Zhao Yang.

"Boom--"

As soon as the sound fell, the golden light was blocked by black light curtains in the opposite sky.

The sky was filled with inspiration and a roar.

"Boy, don't hesitate, you must live!"

The sky is filled with a rapid sound.

The heroic spirit banner was floating, as if countless heroic spirits were whispering.

"The general has an order. Today, no one who has stepped into the Lancang River will stay!" Across the opposite side, a golden figure stood in the clouds.

Teams of demons slowly pressed down.

Foundation building.

Building the foundations across the board.

In addition to teams of foundation building in front, there are also troops of demon clans that stretch out and cannot see the edges behind, which are already neatly arranged.

"Master, go quickly!" Wu Mingshuo gasped in a low voice, trembling with his hands holding the long sword.

Zhao Yang turned slowly and looked at the soldiers who were struggling to support him.

Everyone had only anxiety and no fear on their faces.
Chapter completed!