Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

After Ran Qingmo left, the battle began.

No, this scale can already be called a war.

The war between humans and monsters.

Regardless of past and present lives, this is the first time Xu Yuan has seen the scene of war.

A large number of monsters pouring out from all directions in the mist screamed loudly, the shouts of the military and government officers and soldiers lined up outside the city to meet the enemy, and the sound of bowstrings being pulled one after another on the city wall.

After all, an hour is too short. Even though the three walls of the city were fully opened and the Shengshan Frontier Army evacuated the refugees, there were still many refugees lingering outside the city.

What's more terrible is that besides all kinds of ferocious monsters on the ground, there are also a large number of flying monsters rushing out of the mist.

Fortunately, the Shengshan frontier army has a lot of experience in dealing with the tide of monsters, at least the front-line generals have a lot of experience in this regard.

They did not form a large army formation to face head-to-head with the wave of monster beasts.

The 6,000 Shengshan frontier troops lined up outside the city formed more than a hundred small army formations in teams (fifty people). There were gaps between the army formations and they were connected to each other. The beast rushed into the army formation, and the moment the soldiers met, more than a hundred monsters were strangled to death!

The Shengshan Frontier Army on the city wall was not idle either, manipulating all kinds of large-scale defense equipment.

The special chariot crossbow engraved with formation patterns, every arrow shot out, flying sand and stones in an instant, and a dozen huge monsters were pierced through the chest like tofu!

The burst pot thrown by the catapult burst in the tide of monsters, splashing pieces of flesh and blood.

But there are too many monsters, and many monsters have the means to attack remotely.

Acid, fireballs, and water bombs slammed into the formations formed by the Shengshan frontier army like a barrage.

Soon, the first casualty of the Shengshan Frontier Army appeared, followed by the second and third.

Standing on the edge of the formation, Xu Yuan frowned and silently watched what happened before him.

This is a war belonging to the extraordinary world.

He felt his insignificance on the battlefield.

In such a large-scale war, how many monsters can a third-rank powerhouse kill?

Two hundred, three hundred or four hundred?

Even if the source energy is exhausted, the number of kills may not be five hundred.

Xu Yuan stared at the group of monster beasts with long-range attack methods in the distance.

Attacks such as acid, fireballs, and arrows usually pose little threat to third-rank powerhouses. It is extremely easy to dodge, maneuver or resist with combat skills, but the battlefield is too chaotic. At this time, these various long-range attacks like flowing arrows will become deadly weapons.

On the human side, it is even simpler, let them be trapped in the army formation and cannot get out, and a few rounds of crossbow weapons engraved with formation patterns will be fired, and the third-rank grand master will also have to suffer on the spot.

In the current battlefield of this level, perhaps only second-rank or even first-rank Dao domain experts can really control the battle situation.

But the war in front of him is just a corner of the 100,000-mile border defense line in the Wanxing Mountains.

Most of the soldiers of the Shengshan Frontier Army are only at the eighth or ninth rank, and even many of them are warriors who have just entered the rank. The monster side is just a group of cannon fodder with low intelligence, and even a decent monster commander nothing.

During the Spring Tide War in front of the most important passes in the Wanxing Mountains, even monster war beasts of the Yaozu could be seen, and the scale was at least ten times larger than what was in front of them.

This is even more so in the war that is taking place in the northern border of Great Yan.

According to the words of the C-level internal reference of Xiangguofu,

The 30,000 Yulin army that Princess Wu Yuan brought to the north were all elite soldiers with iron bodies of the sixth rank, while the barbarians had hundreds of thousands of troops.

In that kind of war, what would be the scale of a large-scale elite corps fighting in the tens of thousands?

In such a war, what role can the saint and strong man play?

Everything on the battlefield was suffocating, and the fight between the Shengshan frontier army and the monsters continued.

Death, at this moment, became the only voice within the formation.

Gradually, with the increase of casualties, under the command of Captain Wang, the army formation began to retreat towards the city wall a little bit.

All the refugees outside the city had been forcibly evacuated into the Wengcheng. Some people might die from the stampede, but at this moment, the military situation was too urgent to take care of so much.

The Shengshan frontier army can't have too many casualties outside the city, otherwise the subsequent defense of the city will be extremely passive.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan counted the time in his heart, took a deep breath, and lifted the Qingyu sword that Feng Jiuxuan gave him to his side.

Step on the false cut.

Under the blessing of the soul power of the saint's remnant soul, Xu Yuan quietly teleported out of the phantom fog formation.

The world outside the formation is very quiet.

The moment he stepped out of the phantom fog formation, the shouts of the frontier soldiers, the howls of monsters, and the buzzing of the activation of the defense formation all disappeared, replaced by an uncomfortable tranquility.

There was no cloud for thousands of miles, and the bright moonlight swept across thousands of miles. Large areas of forests with new shoots were coated with a layer of silver, and thick fog stood like a high wall on the edge of the forests.

You can't really see it in the formation, and you can only see it when you are out of the foggy formation. It is not a square "mouth" shape, but a "dish" shape.

The two sides of the side facing the Wanxing Mountain range stretched out for a long distance, and scattered groups of monsters could be seen continuously rushing into the phantom fog formation.

The battle within the formation is still going on, and the battle outside the formation has also begun.

Even if he didn't borrow the soul power of the saint's remnant soul, Xu Yuan could feel waves of icy source energy constantly oscillating on the other side of the phantom fog formation.

The Wanxiang sect master outside the formation attacked Ran Qingmo.

Xu Yuan was not very surprised to see this scene, and asked silently in his heart:

"Old Luo, how many people are there?"

The remnant soul of the sage was a little sensitive when he heard the words, and said with a low laugh:

"Three third-rank great masters."

"Three third grades?"

Xu Yuan murmured, with a sarcasm in his tone: "No wonder they chose to intercept and kill. The Wanxiang Sect is really a big hand."

For the Xiangguo Mansion, which has more than half of Great Yan, secretly cultivating three unknown third-rank masters is not an easy task. This time, the Wanxiang Sect probably spent all their money.

After a pause, Xu Yuan then asked:

"There should be no problem with Ran Qingmo for the time being, right?"

The voice of the saint's remnant soul is very relaxed:

"Don't worry, Ran girl is stronger than you imagined, she is pressing down on the other three people and fighting."

Xu Yuan felt a little relieved when he heard the words, and said in a low voice:

"That's good, old man Luo, let's hurry up and find a control point."

The duo's plan was simple.

There are third-rank grand masters sitting within the array, even if Xu Yuan and Ran Qingmo can kill each other through a fight, there is a high probability that they will not be able to prevent the opponent from destroying the array. And as long as the third-rank great master is drawn out, with the blessing of the saint's soul power, Xu Yuan is sure to find the low-level cultivators who stay behind in the moment when he finds the formation point, and control the formation to protect Shengshan County.

So when the Shengshan frontier army attacked the phantom mist formation, Ran Qingmo escaped alone first, and seduced the people who stayed behind in the formation of Wanxiang sect to come out and kill her.

For a third-rank grand master alone, if the Wanxiang sect is fully prepared, she will never let her escape.

After all, this is their conspiracy to bet on the "national fortune".

If they can be besieged and killed without leaving any survivors, they will definitely be besieged and killed.

And because of the False Slash, Xu Yuan could go out without the help of the Shengshan Frontier Army.

With the help of Ran Qingmo's fighting skills with the masters of the Wanxiang Sect, Xu Yuan can sneak around to find the formation point, and even if he can't find the control formation point, he can also sneak over to give the three great masters of the Wanxiang Sect a ruthless blow. .

With Taxu Slash in hand, no one knows sneak attack better than him.

All the plans are going well,

Even in the face of the three great masters, Da Bingtuozi still methodically led the battle group to the deep mountains bit by bit.

After waiting quietly for a while, Xu Yuan's figure moved, looking for possible control points along the edge of the phantom fog formation.

The speed is neither fast nor slow, and there is a sage remnant soul who uses his soul power to suppress the fluctuation of Yuan Qi, Xu Yuan is not worried that the three great masters who are in a fierce battle over there will find him.

Everything has source qi fluctuations, and there must be a connection between the control point and the phantom fog formation. It shouldn't be too difficult to find this weak source qi connection through the powerful soul power of the saint's remnant soul.

But things didn't go as smoothly as Xu Yuan thought.

There are none in the west of Shengshan County, nor in the north, nor in the east and south.

In two quarters of an hour, Xu Yuan circled the entire phantom fog formation but failed to find anything that seemed to be manipulating the formation.

Returning to the original place again, Xu Yuan stared at the towering fog wall, frowning tightly:

"Old man Luo, the control point is not set inside the phantom fog formation, is it?"

The remnant soul of the saint was silent for a while, and said in a low voice:

"It depends on what your sister's basic array looks like. If the basic array given by your little sister doesn't design control arrays in the array, it's basically impossible to be in it."

"What do you mean?" Xu Yuan asked immediately.

The remnant soul of the saint considered his words a little bit, and said in a low voice:

"A formation is a thing that affects the whole body, the general structure, the detailed formation pattern of the source energy operation, the materials used, etc., no matter if there is a slight deviation in any step, the result may be completely wrong.

"Before your sister left, she activated and verified the phantom fog array, which means that most of the processes have been completed. At this time, if you want to add something to the array, the amount of work is no less than rebuilding it. The control array Zong secretly established will definitely be outside the array."

Xu Yuan recalled the memories related to the righteous sister in his mind, and shook his head:

"Xu Xinyao shouldn't be so stupid."

After finishing speaking, Xu Yuan sighed, then asked:

"If you turn around again, do you think you can find a control point?"

"Ah."

The remnant soul of the sage laughed lowly: "Boy Xu, you can't find it even if you walk around a hundred times. This is an act of exterminating the sect at every turn. I don't know how long the Vientiane sect has been planning it. Want to crack the plan in minutes?"

Xu Yuan counted breaths silently when he heard this, his heart was a little complicated, and he said in a low voice:

"Since that's the case, don't waste time. Let's help Ran Qingmo. Maybe we can catch someone alive and torture him. Well, let me do it. Just help me gather the source of energy."

The remnant soul of the saint raised his eyebrows:

"Are you sure you don't want me to make a move?"

"Although there is no memory in the illusion, many things have been carved into my body."

Xu Yuan shook his head and said with a smile: "In the illusion, at least I have been a second-rank Yuanchu for more than ten years. It's just a sneak attack. It's not a big deal."

The remnant soul of the saint hesitated a little, but still didn't say anything:

"You just know what's in your heart, kid."

After finishing speaking, Xu Yuan chased after Ran Qingmo in the forest all the way to the track where Ran Qingmo had fought just now.

"boom---"

An explosion-like roar resounded across the mountain, and after the smoke and dust in the midair dissipated, the shield made of ice crystals inside was exposed.

Inside the shield, a black-clothed Qianying holding a black sword stared at the three people around him with cold eyes.

Two men and one woman.

An old man, a burly man and a fat woman.

Seeing that his attack was blocked by the opponent, the burly man retreated quickly while yelling at the old man:

"No. A, this girl's skills are not right!"

"I want you to tell me!"

The old man replied with a low sigh, he was in a bit of a panic at the moment.

A sword mark almost cut his thin body in half, and the ice crystals that spread from the wound almost froze half of his body. If it wasn't for the cover of the two companions beside him, he might have become the woman opposite at this moment. The dead under the sword.

thinking,

The old man's whole body was shaken violently, and the ice crystals covering his body instantly shattered, and he said in a low voice:

"This girl is obviously the old man's precious apprentice of Tianyuan Sword Sect!"

When the fat woman heard this, her pupils shrank slightly:

"Ran Qingmo?! A sixteen-year-old grand master like Xu Changge?"

The burly man unconsciously twitched his eyes when he heard this, and said through sound transmission:

"Should we let this woman go? Anyway, she has no evidence, and everything will be over when the reinforcements arrive here."

Hearing this, the fat woman echoed in a low voice:

"If the apprentice of the old man Jianzong died here, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Jianzong to explain it."

The old man's forehead was full of blue veins:

"You two bastards! Are you afraid?! What if? What if something happens to Zongmen?!

"There is only one Xu Changge in this world, fast cultivation does not mean strong strength!"

Having said that, both the fat woman and the burly man stared at the woman in black with extreme fear.

Xu Changge's name is almost a nightmare for the sect.

The fat woman and the burly man went to the Tianyuan competition thirteen years ago.

At that time, they were eliminated early because their cultivation base was only fusion, but they saw the whole process of the genius children of this generation being interrupted by the young man in Tsing Yi who looked like an exile.

A sword cuts the crush of the same level.

Even though the two have crossed from the original fusion state to the great master, when the "Xu Changge" of this generation appeared in front of the two, what they faced was still almost crushing.

Because the old man was almost beheaded by her when he met him.

The woman dressed in black in front of them reminded the two of them unconsciously of the eldest son of Xiangguo's mansion.

The moonlight was like a waterfall, and the four faced each other across the air.

Just as the three members of the Wanxiang Sect were shaken, a blood-colored figure appeared behind the old man without any warning.

It was very sudden, so sudden that it would even make people feel that there was something wrong with their eyes.

And the moment the other party appeared, the old man sensed someone coming.

The old man didn't think it was because of his telepathy, it was just too late.

His attention was all on the woman in black opposite him, and the people behind him didn't give him any time to react.

Time seems to stand still,

The sword skills like splashed ink are like flowers blooming, drawing a beautiful arc under the cold moonlight,

Then,

The old man saw a familiar body without a head.

There was a moment of silence, and the headless body fell downward like a kite with broken strings.

The mountain wind blew his long hair at the temples, and the blood-clothed man stood in emptiness, calmly looking at the stunned man and woman aside, with a gentle voice:

"Now, I have something to ask you."