The power of this layer of protective magic circle has already exceeded the limit that Brother Longteng can deal with.

"Come again!" Huang Liang drank again.

He didn't believe it, this protective circle could continue like this forever.

Boom boom boom...

When the beam of light dissipated and the spiritual power subsided, the scene printed in front of my eyes made people despair.

"Damn it!" Huang Liang's angry beard was shaking, before he could give another order, Yuan Changcun stopped him: "There is no way to continue."

After three consecutive strong attacks in a short period of time, the magic circle on the spirit boat was a bit overwhelmed. If there was another attack, no matter whether the protective magic circle over there could withstand it, the spirit boat on our side would definitely not be able to resist.

Guang Jing sighed slightly at the side, if he had known this earlier, it would be better to bombard the blood clan camp, so that at least it would cause some damage to the blood clan.

But then again, this kind of attack takes a long time to accumulate momentum and is not flexible enough, so it is generally used to attack cities and fortresses. If it is really used to deal with a single monk, the monk who senses the danger before the momentum is over I'm afraid he has already run away.

So even if this is done, the impact on the blood race will not be too great.

The spirit boat is useless, so they can only charge forward and fight.

In this battle, I don't know how many monks Longteng will die here.

With great grief, Huang Liang raised his hand, and under the eyes of everyone, he waved it down violently: "Kill!"

In the next moment, the monks from the three overlord sects took the lead to rise up against the air, brazenly killing towards the blood defense line, followed closely behind the monks from the three overlord sects, monks from all the big and small forces of Longteng rushed up one after another.

Let's fight!

On the battlefield with a radius of tens of miles, the monks of the two clans risked their lives to fight, the blood was splattered, and the vitality dissipated.

In the Dragon Realm, no monk had ever experienced such a grandiose scene.

Fights between monks usually don't involve too many people. The biggest scene that has ever occurred in the Longteng practice world is nothing more than a fight between several sects, and that kind of fight is never endless. degree.

How could the number of monks from the two sides sweeping this battle be comparable to a few sects? The number of monks gathered in the Longteng Realm alone exceeded 100,000.

Although the number of blood clans is not as many as Longteng's side, it is not much less, there are seventy to eighty thousand.

This is no longer a fight.

This is real war!

On the battlefield, vitality dissipated almost every moment, and the scene was tense for a while, and it was impossible to see which side had the upper hand.

Lu Ye was mixed in the camp of monk Longteng, and cooperated with the monks around him to kill the enemy.

Cultivator Long Teng had never experienced such a grand scene, so how could Lu Ye have experienced it?

The biggest scene he encountered was the last time he confronted 20 million Demon Ridge cultivators alone in that mine, but that scene couldn't be compared to this moment at all.

One side is the enemy of the invasion, the other side is the self-protection man. The collision of the two monks is like the confrontation of two monstrous waves. Being in it, the individual is like the waves stirred up by the collision. They can only drift with the current and cannot control it at all itself.

Lu Ye was trying to reduce his consumption as much as possible.

He didn't know how long this battle would last, but in a war of this scale, the outcome could not be determined in a short period of time, so how to effectively kill the enemy while saving one's own spiritual power was particularly important.

And compared to the local monks in the Dragon Realm, he can also gain military exploits while killing the enemy. JrNovels.com