During the fierce fight, Zhao Yufan suddenly discovered something unusual, which made him feel vaguely uneasy and even panicked.
Keen intuition can detect crises in advance on the battlefield so as to prepare for them.
Although this intuition has no rationality, it does exist.
Zhao Yufan frowned and stared at the slowly decreasing number of soldiers around him.
He finally discovered a problem, that is, at some point, many soldiers had retreated in front of him, and there were no soldiers behind him to suppress them.
A strange atmosphere spread around, and the soldiers who had been charging just now started to defend vaguely, and it was an extremely shameless defense method.
The soldiers tried their best to defend against Zhao Yufan's attack, and they retreated while defending.
They were not fighting in groups, but fighting alone.
They used one person to hold Zhao Yufan back.
Even if he died, it would be enough for him to swing a sword and consume him. strength.
And all this is just the beginning.
Swinging his sword to force back the people in front, Zhao Yufan frowned and took a few steps back, stopping the attack.
The soldiers also stopped attacking immediately and looked at Zhao Yufan warily.
After a moment of stalemate, Zhao Yufan finally couldn't help but pick up his sword and charge forward again.
He couldn't waste his time.
Every time he took a step forward, his situation would get better.
With his sword aura flowing freely, he kept moving forward like a ferocious hungry wolf, while the soldiers retreated slowly.
Soon after, the Five Tigers arrived with their army.
As soon as they arrived, Zhao Yufan's situation was in extreme danger.
However, the strange thing is that the army did not surround Zhao Yufan layer by layer, but instead passed by him and ran to the front of him, waiting for him.
Then, nearly 50,000 soldiers formed a long line to stop Zhao Yufan in units of a hundred people.
The defensive formation stretched by the soldiers stretched for more than ten miles.
This is the real plan of Longxuhu.
He extends the front to the longest, attacking when advancing, and defending when retreating, so that Zhao Yufan is in battle all the time, thereby delaying time and consuming his strength.
The most terrifying thing is that the only way to stop the soldiers is One hundred people, because although one hundred people are not Zhao Yufan's opponent, they can block his pace.
This is a kind of obstruction at the cost of the lives of soldiers.
Zhao Yufan looked solemn, glanced at the sword in his hand, nodded slightly, and said coldly: "Anyone who blocks me will die."
Taking a step forward, a hundred soldiers raised their weapons in order and timidly charged towards Zhao Yufan.
The sword light killed four people, and blood flew everywhere.
A defense line consisting of a human wall was torn apart.
Zhao Yufan stood on the ground where corpses, blood, and weapons were mixed together.
His pupils were blood red.
This blood red was not obvious, but it made people shudder.
A road paved with blood was created by Zhao Yufan.
He charged forward indomitably, not afraid of the conspiracy against himself, not afraid of the bumpy road ahead, and not afraid of the unknown death.
He kept rushing forward, kept killing forward, and kept swinging his sword forward.
There was blood on his body, blood on his sword, and blood on the road under his feet.
Nearly 50,000 soldiers formed an eighteen-mile defense formation.
And Zhao Yufan was at the front of the defensive lineup, constantly shortening the distance to eighteen miles.
As time went by, the bloody road became longer and longer.
At night, the bloody road was already more than five miles long.
The road was completely stained red with blood.
There were soldiers lying on the ground who did not know whether they were alive or dead.
There were dots of stars around the soldiers, which were emitted by the weapons.
The aura of terror surrounded the soldiers.
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They were frightened and wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.
They even wanted to turn around and leave, but the law enforcement team behind them was supervising them.
After all, some soldiers could not resist the pressure and ran away, but their fate was only death.
After a brief period of confusion, the soldiers began to block Zhao Yufan again.
In front of Shibali is a plain.
Through the plain, you can step into the endless jungle.
After walking out of the jungle, you will arrive at Wuhong City.
In the vast plain, a large number of people gathered at this time.
They were all members of various forces who had retreated from the vicinity of Qilin Mountain.
Among them were the Twelve Envoys of the Holy Fire, Zhang Qing, Han Bingyue, Wang Xing and others.
The atmosphere here is also full of flames, but everyone has not fallen into chaos yet, but looks forward in unison.
Not far in front of them was the Five Tigers' camp, which was also the last line of defense to stop Zhao Yufan.
Everyone knew very well what the Sword God would face.
At this moment, they were looking into the distance, guessing about Zhao Yufan's fate.
To be precise, they should be guessing about the fate of the Sword God.
The endless obstruction in Shibali is extremely terrifying.
No one dares to say that they can come here alive.
Han Bingyue and the others were most worried about the Sword God, because they knew that the Sword God might be Zhao Yufan.
"Is he going to be okay?"
Tie Yunshan asked worriedly with his eyes widened.
Han Bingyue stared ahead with an indifferent expression, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she was speechless.
Cangyue said at this time: "It should be fine, we have to believe him."
Tie Yushan scratched his head and said bluntly: I know I should believe him, but this time is different.
There are enemy troops for eighteen miles in front, and there are masters chasing behind.
I am really afraid of him."
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Qi slapped him hard on the head and scolded him: "Shut up and wait. " Several people fell into silence and did not speak.
Not far away, Zhang Qing, Yuanyuan, and Little Fatty were silent.
They were the last batch of people to evacuate, and they knew more clearly how difficult the situation Zhao Yufan was facing.
Not to mention them, even the strong men from various forces were frowning and silent.
They were also thinking about whether the Sword God could get out of the eighteen-mile defense.
Without a miracle, the Sword God would naturally not come out.
But when they thought of Zhao Yufan, they I couldn't help but have other thoughts in my heart.
Maybe the Sword God would come out.
He was Zhao Yufan's friend.
With Zhao Yufan here, how could the Sword God die?
Qinglan Sect elders Wang Xing and Wang Baichuan stood together, talking in low voices.
Wang Xing spoke first: "This sword god is dead.
His death can be regarded as a warning to Zhao Yufan."
Wang Baichuan glanced at Wang Xing, frowned and scolded: "Don't forget your identity.
Zhao Yufan is also an elder of the sect.
When will it be your turn to talk about him?
Don't say such nonsense in front of others."
"Yes."
Wang Xing lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
At this time, Wang Baichuan said again: "If the sword god dies, it might not be a bad thing."
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Wang Xing secretly looked at Wang Baichuan and saw that Wang Baichuan had a daydream expression on his face, as if he was having a sweet dream.
Wang Baichuan was naturally dreaming about the death of the Sword God.
If the Sword God died, it would definitely cause a series of reactions, and he would also benefit from it.
The sky was dotted with stars, and wisps of cold wind flowed down everyone's necks and swept across their bodies.
No one felt cold, but felt a little hot.
The heat made them extremely excited and nervous
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