Behind him, there were at least four warriors whose fighting spirit had reached the level of the first level of the green level, and then at the back, they were at least the middle and high level of the green level.
For a while, the scene of one hundred and fifty warriors releasing the fighting qi above the green level at the same time was indeed shocking, the fighting qi was crisscrossing the air, and the fifty magicians at the back had already begun to chant their incantations.
Compared with the dazzling brilliance here, the three hundred warriors on the other side looked pampered, one hundred of them dragged their swords in their right hands and took solid steps, and on both wings, one hundred spear warriors raised their spears and followed the footsteps of the heavy sword warriors towards each other.
And the heavy sword warrior was led by Ye Hongyan, who greeted Ye Yinzhu and Seedorf before.
Ye Hongyan's expression was very calm, he was the same as the soldiers on his side, there was no fighting energy released from his body, in the face of the pressure of the one hundred and fifty regiments of fighting qi that exceeded the green level, they did not have any emotional fluctuations, they just quietly greeted them.
The distance between the two sides is gradually narrowing. 300 meters, 250 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters, 50 meters.
When the distance entered a hundred meters, the momentum of the warriors on Oliveira's side had risen to the peak, especially Oliveira, who was the sharpest, and the blue fighting qi on the wooden sword burned like flames.
Ye Yinzhu could clearly judge that after the battle of Konya City, Oliveira had improved his fighting spirit through cultivation.
Fifty meters, what can be done at this distance, countless magical lights have lit up in the air, and at that time, there were green fireballs.
Fireball, among fire-based magic, is one of the simpler ones.
However, the green-level fireball, although the spell is just as simple, the mana that can be consumed and its own power have become different.
Fifty magicians released fifty green-level fireballs at the same time, this kind of power and destructive power can only be described as terrifying, it is fifty intermediate magic, this is obviously arranged by Oliveira, otherwise how could these young magicians who were improvised use the same magic so tacitly Seedorf glanced at Oliveira with some surprise, but he was still calm, and he didn't mean to stop the battle in front of him, he wouldn't be unaware of the damage that fifty intermediate magic could bring, if it was an ordinary soldier, let alone three hundred, even if it was three thousand, more than half of them would be killed or injured.
But at this time, he still didn't take any action.
Ye Yinzhu didn't move either, because his intuition told him that those three hundred warriors were by no means simple.
From their perseverance and perseverance, it can be seen that this is a hundred tempered lions.
Even if their number is only three hundred.
"Chop" Ye Hongyan shouted, and the heavy sword in his hand was suddenly raised.
Just when the two sides were still fifty meters away, they were raised.
A hundred shouts of "slash" rang out at the same time, and the ninety-nine heavy sword warriors behind him raised their wooden swords at the same time.
They didn't release any fighting energy before, but at this time, they released yellow fighting energy at the same time, Ye Yinzhu was surprised to find that the fighting energy level of these warriors turned out to be yellow-level intermediate level, except for Ye Hongyan, who was the leader, there was no master who spit out.
The fighting qi threw out the sword, and the yellow-level fighting qi turned into a battle light, condensed above the head of this hundred-heavy sword warrior in an instant, and the fierce iron-blooded killing aura instantly permeated.
With the fighting qi released by Ye Hongyan as the source, a hundred battle rays miraculously merged in the air, turning into a giant sword with a length of more than thirty meters, and with the swing of the wooden sword in Ye Hongyan's hand, the giant sword broke through the air and fell.
The color of the greatsword is purple, and it is not a light purple, but a deep purple.
Melting the lily, Ye Yinzhu was shocked, and the departure that had retreated to the shade of the tree was also shocked.
Yellow-level warriors are already considered to be the best among ordinary people, but in front of the real powerhouse, they are nothing.
But even these 100 yellow-level warriors showed incomparably strong destructive power.
It was not a simple fusion of Dou Qi, because even if it was a Dou Qi of the same surname, after releasing the battle mang, it would not be possible to produce this effect of complementing each other and superimposing and fusing it.
Among them, there is a special factor interspersed with it, and it is precisely because of this special factor that they can completely integrate the battle they emit.
As for what this special factor was, when the giant sword that was several times larger than the Amethyst Giant Sword was cut down, Ye Yinzhu suddenly understood.
It wasn't a simple factor, it was formed by combining the same will to fight, working together and the same surging iron-blooded murderous spirit.
Zhan Mang, in itself, is a powerful attack from the fighting will to drive the fighting spirit.
Although the strength of the will is not the key to the strength of the battle, the will is the most important component of a warrior.
When a hundred equally powerful battle intents were condensed together, when those hundred murderous and glorious forces were one, their battle rays fused, producing an incomparably powerful attack effect.
Oliveira was shocked, and the one hundred and forty-nine soldiers behind him were equally shocked, they never thought that these infantrymen, who had been looked down upon by them before, but were only from the army, would be able to display such a powerful attack ability.
One hundred and fifty green fighting qi lit up at the same time, and under the drive of the azure blue wooden sword, they had no other choice.
In the face of the crisis, these one hundred and fifty carefully selected warrior powerhouses did not hesitate to completely release their fighting spirit, because this was their only chance.
The fifty green fireballs did not stop, on the contrary, they shot towards the three hundred soldiers at a faster speed, encircling Wei to save Zhao, as long as these fifty intermediate magic could play a role, then the crisis faced by their own soldiers would naturally be solved.
However, there were only a hundred epee warriors who launched the sword slash, and on either side of them, two hundred spear warriors were guarded.
"Thorn" didn't know who shouted, and all the spears were raised at the same time.
Two hundred spears, each of four people in a group, are also yellow battle rays, and when the four battle rays of the same level are fused together, the halo of war rays has turned dark green.
Fifty battle rays, as the purple giant sword fell in the air, met fifty green fireballs.
The dark green battle mang, disintegrating the universal green-level fireball technique, did not have any difficulty.
In mid-level magic, the Fireball Technique is not the strongest.
The purple greatsword in the air had already reached the top of Oliveira and his companions.
The tremendous oppressive force made it difficult for them to breathe.
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The pressure brought by that giant sword had already reached the level of the sixth order of the purple level.
It was hard to imagine that an attack with such a large coverage and such a powerful force was actually unleashed by a group of yellow-level warriors.
Oliveira was never willing to fail, he roared angrily, the heavy sword in his hand suddenly provoked upward, and the blue-level fighting qi in his whole body exploded almost instantly, like a dazzling blue ball of light, taking the lead in bombarding the purple giant sword.
From the perspective of individual strength, each of the one hundred and fifty fighters on Oliveira's side has green-level strength, while the opponent is a hundred fighters with only yellow-level strength.
The strength is not equal at all.
But at this moment, when attacking in the middle of the battle array, the result is completely different.
The green-level fighting qi followed the blue light that Oliveira swung, but there was no cooperation between them, only to see the green light light light up one after another, in stark contrast to their opponent's uniform movements, solemn and cold murderous aura.
Countless roars sounded almost at the same time, and at the same time as the fighting qi of the two sides collided, the purple giant sword in the air suddenly changed from a slash to a horizontal shot.
When the blue level meets the purple level, there will be no other ending than shattering.
Like a giant hammer falling from the sky, Oliveira's fighting spirit was first defeated, and then, the green light that rose one after another, although it hit the downward slap of the purple giant sword like a tidal wave, but how could the strength of the individual compete with the group With the last loud roar, one hundred and fifty people on Oliveira's side blossomed from the center, and one after another figures were scattered by the strong fighting spirit.
Oliveira, who had lost all his fighting energy, bore the brunt of the attack, flew straight out dozens of meters away, and spewed out a stream of blood arrows when he opened his mouth, although he did not suffer fatal damage, he had no strength to fight again.
Under the wide purple giant sword shrouded in range, one hundred and fifty warriors, at least more than eighty of them lost their ability to resist like Oliveira, and the other survivors on the periphery also lost most of their abilities in the strong shock of the fighting spirit.
And at this moment, the spear warriors who had solved the fireball in the air moved.
The wings flew together, like two black lightning bolts, and they went straight into Oliveira's formation from both sides at an astonishing speed.
Although the spear was replaced by a wooden stick, in the hands of these black iron elite warriors, it was as sharp as a dragon out of the water, and the murderous aura and crazy iron-blooded battle intent could only be exercised on the real battlefield.
Twenty spear warriors restrained all the magicians at the first time, and they listened to Seedorf's orders very clearly, so the fragile bodies of these magicians were immediately entertained by the long sticks, and they were knocked to the ground one by one, and let out a miserable cry.
And the remaining one hundred and eighty spear warriors immediately surrounded those green-level warriors who still had some combat power.
At least it's a two-to-one situation, and less than half of the opponents are standing, and there is no more suspense in this battle.
The coordination of the wooden sticks in the hands of the Black Iron Warriors was not exquisite, but it was extremely direct, one hit the head, and the other inevitably swept his legs.
They are extremely skillful in cooperating with each other, and they will be saved by attacking the enemy.
To be continued: