"Dongdongdongdongdong..."

The sound of drum beats came, and as the commander of all the heavenly troops, Mo Yuan rode a white horse.

And Yang Cong, who was also riding a white horse, looked away from the Wing Clan standing opposite Ruoshui River.

Their Heavenly Clan has 200,000 people, while the Wing Clan has 300,000 people.

The number of people is close to 100,000, but no one thinks that the Heavenly Clan will lose this time.

"Design the formation!"

Mo Yuan pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword on his waist without hesitation. At this time, he was as rumored by the world, Mo Yuan's God of War!

Several lightning flashes fell in the sky in an instant. Under everyone's gaze, the river of Shuishu, which was originally turbulent in the river, quickly freezing, and a road appeared from the turbulent current.

A road connecting the Wing Clan and the Sky Clan.

"rush!"

With Mo Yuan's order, all the thousands of troops of the Heavenly Clan raised their shields to charge.

A battle with hundreds of thousands of people can be said to be exciting.

"Your Highness, please sit in the rear with me." Mo Yuan said.

"Yeah." Yang Cong naturally understood Mo Yuan's meaning, and there was no intention of rushing directly.

Yang Cong looked at the tens of thousands of soldiers fighting in front of him indifferently, and his heart was not at all disturbed.

I don't know why, but he should have seen such a scene for the first time, but he was very calm and seemed to be commonplace.

A sense of familiarity came to his face, as if in the past, he led his army to fight like an emperor. Each battle involved no less than the current war.

"call...."

Yang Cong let out a light breath and relieved his heart.

"Are you okay?" Si Yin showed concern, thinking that Yang Cong was feeling a little unstable because he saw such a scene for the first time.

But how did he know that Yang Cong was just feeling in his heart.

Life at this time is the least valuable.

However, Yang Cong had to admire Mo Yuan's strength. With the formation, he defeated the first wave of attacks of the Wing Clan in an instant, causing the Wing Clan to lose a lot of troops.

But this time the Wing Clan brought 300,000 yuan, and it was not a pity for the loss of these tens of thousands of people.

Soon, the second wave of attack came.

But this time Yang Cong frowned, and he suddenly turned his head and looked at Si Yin: "Where is Xuannv?"

"Xuannun?" Si Yin thought for a moment: "I let my senior brother watch him."

"Then have you told you that your senior brother should be guarded against Xuannv?" Yang Cong said.

"This..." Si Yin was embarrassed.

Seeing Si Yin like this, Yang Cong immediately understood.

"I asked my senior brother to keep an eye on Xuannv, nothing might happen." Si Yin wanted to follow him, so Xuannv's matter was solved hastily.

"You forgot that Xuannv is a woman." Yang Cong shook his head: "If your senior brother doesn't know, then it's not easy for Xuannv to get rid of your senior brother."

"What should I do..." Si Yin seemed to know the seriousness of the matter.

"What to do? Cool." Yang Cong already understood why the Wing Clan knew that he couldn't rush down but still rushed over as if he was going to die.

"Boom..."

What Yang Cong was most worried about happened.

I saw that the originally indestructible seventy-two formations are now like an abandoned house igniting a raging fire, and they are all destroyed from the inside out.

A large worm of the Wing Clan rushed out of the ground and directly destroyed the core of the entire formation.

If a large formation is destroyed, then the large formation will have no effect.

The formation was broken, and all the wing army ready to go flocked to it.

At this time, the Heavenly Clan no longer had its previous glory and was in a tough battle.

Ling Yu, the commander of the vanguard army, was the first to rush out and fight with the Wing tribes, but one person's power was still unable to turn the tide.

On the other hand, the wild beasts on the Wing Clan are extremely powerful, and the soldiers of the Heavenly Clan are no match for them at all.

It can be said that it is almost one-sided.

As one of the Heavenly Clan soldiers fell down next to him, Ling Yu couldn't do it anymore.

What a tiger could not hold back the wolves. He was seriously injured, but in front of him was Li Chen, the eldest prince of the Wing Clan.

"Seventeen!"

At this critical moment, seeing Ling Yu being seriously injured and surrounded by the Wing Clan, Mo Yuan shouted and Si Yin rushed out directly.

Seeing Si Yin rushing out to rescue Ling Yu, Yang Cong's heart tightened inexplicably and wanted to go out together.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, be careful!" Mo Yuan grabbed Yang Cong.

"But Si Yin..." Yang Cong looked anxious and did not want Si Yin to enter this dangerous battlefield.

"The god of Mo Yuan, let Your Highness the Crown Prince go." At this time, the second prince of the Tian Clan, who was standing beside him, spoke: "I believe it will be fine. If the Wing Clan takes action, we will send troops to rescue him."

Mo Yuan glanced at Yang Cong and finally let go of his hand.

Without Mo Yuan's obstruction, Yang Cong jumped directly and flew into the tragic battlefield ahead.

Yang Cong held the long sword in his hand, as if he was a war god again. Every time he used a sword, a soldier from the Wing Clan would fall down.

And Yang Cong was also slowly approaching Si Yin and Ling Yu.

"Clang..."

Yang Cong finally saw Si Yin after killing dozens of meters of Wing soldiers.

"Is it okay?" Yang Cong hurried forward.

At this time, Ling Yu had long lost his previous elegance. He had been caught in several arrows and had lost most of his combat power. Si Yin supported Ling Yu with one hand and grabbed the long sword with the other hand and killed one wing soldiers approaching one by one.

"I'm fine, save Senior Brother Jiu and go out." Si Yin shook her head.

"Who am I supposed to be? It turns out that he is the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Clan."

Suddenly a sarcastic sound came.

Yang Cong frowned: "I want to die?"

Si Yin came first before him, so before Yang Cong felt that, he also suffered a loss under Li Jue's men.

And this made Yang Cong angry in an instant.

"Hmph... It was your good luck to not kill you in the Da Ziming Palace. Now I want you to die here." Li Yu said, then he held the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Yang Cong.

"If you want to fight, I will fight with you!" The long sword in Yang Cong's hand flashed and instantly turned into dozens of exactly the same long swords.

Yang Cong is at the top level of the gods, and this Lihen is only at the top level of the immortals. How can he fight against Yang Cong?

In an instant, the soldiers of the Wing Clan around him suffered heavy losses under Yang Cong's killing weapon.

"You!" Li Chen looked at Yang Cong glared.

"Do you think you can kill me?" Yang Cong held the long sword in his hand, and the sword pointed to Li Ju's throat. As long as Yang Cong puts a little force, Li Ju will die here.

"Hmph.....Your Heavenly Clan will definitely die today." Li Chen did not have a trace of fear, but laughed: "When my father destroys your Heavenly Clan, your Heavenly Clan will be honestly a dog for our Wing Clan..."

"Tear..."

With one sword, the sharp sword light cut through Li Jue's throat.

"you!"

Li Yuan looked at Yang Cong with wide eyes, but at this moment he still couldn't speak.

"Plop..."
Chapter completed!