As soon as Xuanyuan Peng and others climbed to the city, they were shocked by the towering city wall that lasted tens of thousands of miles long. Countless figures swung swords and swords behind the battlements of the city walls, fighting fiercely. The towering arrow towers, driven by the energy of the Xianyuan River, sprayed rain of arrows. Large magic arrays arranged in the city were often thousands of people and tens of thousands of people. Every once in a while, they blasted out thick and unimaginable synergy arrays, and rushed towards the boiling crowd of beasts, with great lethality...

"Kill! Kill! Kill!..." The crazy killing sound inspired the killing nature of the human and beast tribes, the bloodlines of killing beasts, countless human and beast shadows, fighting wildly up and down the city, killing...

"The beast tribe's offensive is too fierce. The Holy Son Teams and elite teams of various sects are ready to break out. The beast tribe's attack tide is about to break back and defeat, otherwise the city will be unable to withstand it!"

"Note that in order not only stimulate the Saint Lord-level powerhouses in the Beast Army to take action, the teams must not attack the beast tide too deeply, so how can they anger the Saint Lords of the Beast Clan!"

A powerful divine thought suddenly roared by. Every powerful and saint who was above the sixth level was transmitted by this divine thought, while the immortals who were below the fifth level could not have their cultivation or hearing it at all!

"I didn't expect that as soon as I climbed to the top of the city, I was facing a battle to leave the city. Brother Xuan, you and your 100-man team, prepare and follow the elite team of my Shenquan Sect to attack together!" Zhang Feixia smiled bitterly, hurriedly said to Xuanyuan Peng. Xuanyuan Peng nodded lightly and agreed.

Xuanyuan Peng's attitude made the Nine Yang Saint Sons very depressed. They were one of the ten major sects of immortal paths, and they were even dissatisfied with the team of medium-sized northern sects.

"My junior brothers, this suppression battle cannot be suppressed by the power of one hundred people in my sect. The sect uses the strong sect to fight against the army of the beast tribe. We use the Divine Fist Sect to make up for the shortcomings of the 100 people in my sect, and even subtly move this Divine Fist Sect to win over the banner of my Nine Yang Immortal Sect. What's wrong with it?" Xuanyuan Peng's divine thought suddenly rang in the minds of the hundreds of Nine Yang Saints...

His words made the Nine Yang Saints' hearts move. If he could really win over this powerful northern sect to the Nine Yang Immortal Sect, it would be a great achievement. Suddenly, the little resentment floating in his heart disappeared!

Xuanyuan Peng's intention was actually to use the number of elite teams of the Divine Fist Sect to make up for the shortcomings of the 100-man team. He did not want to see any casualties and injuries in the Nine Yang Saint Son. But once a killing was launched among the billions of troops, who could guarantee that one person would not die or one person would not be injured? Therefore, the advantage in quantity can reduce the occurrence of casualties.

As for the Shenquan Sect, whether to be attracted or not is not his choice, but in order to calm the resentment of the children of the Nine Yang Saint Sons, he used this as an excuse.

"I wonder how many elite teams of the Shenquan Sect can organize?" Xuanyuan Peng looked at the powerful and little saints of the Shenquan Sect who were constantly gathering together and asked with a smile.

"Haha, Brother Xuan, my Shenquan Sect is definitely considered a strong sect in the north. Among these tens of millions of disciples, a group of elite soldiers with a total of 100,000 is still a piece of cake." Zhang Feixia said with a proud smile.

The large-scale rescue team is called the Holy Son Team; while the strong sect’s master team is called the elite team. In fact, they are all sixth-level powerful and seventh-level saints. It is just the status of the general sect, which determines that the powerful and saints are called differently.

After the divine command was passed, groups of saints and elite sects began to organize and prepare, waiting for the next order to fight, and rushed out of the city, entered the army of beast tide, and launched a cruel killing! With the cultivation powers of the sixth-level powerful and the seventh-level saint, no matter how powerful the beast tide is, it will be killed and retreated, unless a large number of elite sects will be dispatched among the many tribes of the beast clan...

"Hahaha, Zhang Feixia, why are you Shenquan Sect so many people coming up?" A bold voice suddenly sounded, and a figure flashed, and a big man with a curly beard on his face and half of his chest jumped to Zhang Feixia's side. This person was actually an entry-level little saint!

"Hmph, how many more have you come to the Iron Spear Sect? Although we climbed the city, there are only tens of millions of people, but there are still 20 million camping under the city!" Zhang Feixia was obviously very familiar with that person, as if there was a competitive relationship between the two sides, and he said with an unfriendly expression.

"Oh, your Shenquan Sect is really ready to exert its power? With so much coming, probably half of the sect's power is there?" The man with naked breasts had an axe-shaped immortal weapon inserted between his waist. He saw that he was practicing martial arts on a fierce and fierce route. He stroked his chin and said in surprise.

"How many times have you Iron Spear Sect come? Hehehe, I heard that the genius saint sons of the Immortal Sect and the Holy War Legion have all withered in the ancient domain. Your Iron Spear Sect is probably about to rise..." Zhang Feixia suddenly asked tentatively.

"Oh, don't mention it, this sect has that ambition. Who knew that the Baqin Immortal Sect suddenly hugged the thick legs of the ancient sword sect. There is no way, we can't afford to offend..." The thick and powerful man smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying in an envious tone: "It's the area where your Shenquan Sect is located, the Baqin Immortal Sect is stronger than your sect. However, the Baqin Immortal Sect suffered heavy losses in the ancient domain holy war and was still stubborn. He wanted to support the door and didn't want to hold on to the thick legs of the sect. Maybe you can replace it. No wonder you have dispatched so many manpower this time..."

"Where do you want to go, we are just for the interests of the northern sects and for the justice of heaven..." Zhang Feixia's expression changed, and he laughed, and he started to rush around, not taking in the words of the thick and powerful man.

"Sacred Son Team, elite team, attack!" Suddenly, the second divine command echoed in the ears of every powerful and saint son. This person was definitely a master of the Saint King level. A divine idea was transmitted into the ears of countless elites. Everyone could hear it clearly, showing their outstanding spiritual cultivation...

"Kill..." Luoluolu... The group of holy sons, elite groups, who had been ready for a long time, suddenly turned into long rainbows that shot up, flew up one after another, flying over the heads of the fiercely fighting army at the city wall, and "spun" into the crowd of the beast army...

The 100,000 elite troops of the Shenquan Sect also jumped up and entered the beast army outside the city. Xuanyuan Peng followed behind with a team of 100 people, and did not rush to take the lead in fighting.

His eyes flashed and he saw that as soon as he jumped out of the city, groups of ant tribes came towards him. Each ant orc was extremely delicate, with bulging fangs, waving two bone knives, and his body was filled with bloodthirsty, cruel, cold, and murderous aura, and covered with a hard steel-like shell...

"Boom..." One hundred thousand god fists, the sixth and seventh level masters, shot out the fist waves, burst out the bloody rain, and broke into the ant army...

Xuanyuan Peng glanced around and saw that the teams of Holy Sons, the elite sects, were like wild horses that had been ridden, and they were like destruction. They broke out blood waves and blood mists, and they fiercely broke into a tide of beasts, including the lion tribe, the fox tribe, the tiger tribe, the bear tribe, the elephant tribe...

However, although the large number of beast tribes attacking the city was large, it could not stop the killing of the Holy Sons and the elite tigers and wolves. It was immediately washed away, and large areas of them were dispersed and retreated in a hurry to the rear...

"Haha, it's like a storm..." Zhang Feixia was excitedly slashing at the front line, slashing dozens of Ant tribes with one knife, suddenly turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan Peng and others, and said unhappily: "Brother Xuan, you are also here to help Bailian City. The enemy is in front of you, why not start a big killing?"

"Oh, Fellow Daoist Zhang just kills his own. I don't plan to take action yet!" Xuanyuan Peng smiled faintly, reached out to stop his angry expression, and wanted to scold Zhang Feixia's Nine Yang Sons.

With his eyes, he simply disdained this one-sided bullying massacre, so he watched and refused to fight. And the Nine Yang Saints followed his leader, how could he tolerate Zhang Feixia speaking in a condemnational tone? If he hadn't stopped him, he would definitely scold him without mercy!

Zhang Feixia's expression became gloomy. However, the elite army of Shenquan Sect, with a hundred thousand people, had the joy of winning the first battle, and let him bear this tone and ignore Xuanyuan Peng. He made up his mind that after retreating to the city this time, he would definitely drive Xuanyuan Peng, a team of 100 people, who was not working hard, out of the team of Shenquan Sect. He felt a sense of humiliation in his heart that he was being used.

His dignified saint son of the Divine Fist Sect was used by only a hundred people of Xuanyuan Peng, and he felt a little frustrated!

The army of beast tribes, which had a fierce attack, was immediately like a rolling soup and pouring snow on the fierce attacks of a large number of holy sons and elites. They were killed and retreated in a panic...

"Roar!" Just as the Holy Sons and the elites were extremely happy to kill like before, a thunderous roar suddenly came from the simple camp in the distance of the Beast Army...

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang bang bang..." Suddenly, the earth fog exploded under the ground of the fleeing beast army, and the shadows of vicious beasts with powerful auras, like wolves and tigers leaped up. They turned out to be the sixth-level powerful and the seventh-level saints in the beast tribe at some point, lurking under the earth, taking advantage of the powerful and saints of Bailian City, as usual, underestimating the enemy to chase them, suddenly came out...

"Roar..." A series of rough, vicious, and cruel roars erupted one after another. Two or three million stunning orc figures emerged from the underground soil. In fact, the seventh-level little saints, the number of the middle saints accounted for the majority, just like a group of prehistoric beasts, suddenly appeared in a crowd of people... (To be continued.)
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