1783: C1783 The Last 20 Heads

C1783 The Last 20 Heads

Article 1783. The final 20 heads

"100 heads can be outer sect disciples. ......”

Zhang Xing held the three meter long battle-ax in his hand and rushed forward at an unhurried pace.

Dozens of pairs of eyes behind him stared at him.

"En! That's good too. I'll temporarily settle down in the White Tiger Sect and slowly understand the situation of this so-called World of Gods."

Zhang Xing made a decision in his heart, and his footsteps quickened.

The Front Camp had a total of ten battalions, and each battalion had a hundred thousand people.

They formed a rhombus-shaped Team.

The first three battalions attacked. The middle four battalions were in charge of the flank, and the back three battalions were in charge of the rear.

The Vermilion Bird Front Camp formed a flexible, multifarious three-ring Team.

When the two squads were a hundred meters apart, Soldiers of the White Tiger's first three battalions raised his battle-ax at the same time.

"Attack!"

Three deafening sounds were heard.

Swish!

Three hundred thousand Dou Qi were emitted from the battle-ax.

The Dou Qi cut through the air and produced a violent rumbling sound as it rushed straight towards the Vermilion Bird Front Camp, Soldiers.

Humph!

The three commanders of the Vermilion Bird Front Camp coldly snorted and also issued the order to attack.

Three hundred thousand saber intents met the wind and instantly collided with the axe energy.

A cloud of dust instantly exploded in the air between the two armies!

"Change the formation!"

Just when both sides were unable to see each other clearly.

The White Tiger Army's rhombus-shaped battle formation quickly turned 90 degrees to the right.

It turned to face the Vermilion Bird Army horizontally.

Like an hour and a needle, with the four battalions in the center as the center, the first three battalions and the second three battalions flew up and spun, quickly changing their formation.

"Attack!"

Before the dust settled, the White Tiger Army issued another attack order!

Five hundred thousand axe shadows broke through the dust and hacked towards the Vermilion Bird Army.

"Hmph! We're already old opponents, can't we just save our strength?"

The Vermilion Bird Army also finished changing their formation and formed a one-word battle formation.

Five hundred thousand knife shadow also shot out at the same time.2

After another round of violent explosions, the two sides no longer changed their formation.

They had fought no less than a thousand times, and were familiar with each other's strength and tactics.

Fighting like this was just a bit of momentum.

Next was the moment of close combat.

The casualties on both sides would start from here.

Zhang Xing carried the three meter long battle-ax. As long as Vermillion Bird Soldier got close to him, he would behead them all.

Those who escaped did not chase after him.

The realm he revealed was the primary Saint Realm. If he delayed any longer in the battle, it would make people suspect him.

Therefore, like those old soldiers, he did not try to be brave and followed the main group closely.

Of course, he still could not forget to collect the heads.

Six hours later, the number of casualties among the soldiers on both sides were countless.

The entire formation was in complete chaos.

At this time, it was basically a single unit battle.

No one cared about each other. There was only one thing in their minds: live, kill the enemy!

The number of people in the 10th unit was reduced by half.

Based on Zhang Xing's experience, it was time for both sides to retreat and reorganize.

However, there were still 20 heads missing from the blood tribute.

There was a particularly valiant Vermillion Bird Soldier team on his right, and there were around 30 people.

A primary Saint was leading the team, and they had already killed a large number of Soldiers from the Tenth Battalion in this area.

"Zhang Xing, you go and kill that Saint Captain!"

The captain of Zhang Xing's team, Li He, ordered.

Zhang Xing did not respond. He did not need Li He to say anything. He also planned to kill those people to make up the numbers.

Seeing Zhang Xing slowly walking forward, a cold light flashed in Li He's eyes.

"Everyone, follow me. Support over there!"

Li He pointed in the direction far away from Zhang Xing and said.

This...

The forty over Soldiers under Li He was startled.

They looked at Zhang Xing's back, then at Li He.

Everyone kept silent, turned around and left.

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