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Seeing that their own strong men had already charged into the battle formation, the nomadic tribes did not dare to be negligent and immediately launched a full-scale attack.

This time, not only the four small tribes that served as cannon fodder, but also the nomadic cavalry of the Vulture tribe headquarters, rushed to the front line and went directly into battle. They bravely rushed forward regardless of life and death, desperately rushing towards the army of the Tianzun Sect's protective army.

Now, except for the most elite Canglang cavalry as the last reserve, which did not move for the time being, the nomadic tribes took out all their strength and launched a full-scale attack with all their might.

This time, the Jinding God will bring more than 50,000 troops to the battlefield to protect the religion. In addition to leaving the necessary troops to guard the fundamental and important place of the northern desert, the main force of the protective army basically gathered here.

Whether it is the number of people, equipment, individual quality or training level, the protective army far exceeds the nomadic cavalry.

Although it is necessary to condense the military spirit and killing spirit to condense the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation, it has restrained most of the spirit and strength of this army. However, relying on the strict formation and strict discipline, it should not be a big problem to stop the impact of the nomadic cavalry.

Like a tide, one wave after another, a large number of nomadic cavalry rushed to the enemy's formation. The galloping of thousands of horses, the sound of horse hooves like thunder, and the cavalry charge like a raging tide, the momentum is very breathtaking, unprecedentedly powerful.

Whether it is the generals or the soldiers in the army of protecting the religion, they are not moved at all. Facing the enemy with amazing momentum, many of them still look relaxed. Such a scene is really nothing in their eyes.

At the command of the deputy general Jiang Ting, thousands of arrows were fired at the same time, and the overwhelming rain of arrows began to pour down rapidly. Like a torrential rain, the continuous rain of arrows never stopped.

This time, the army of protecting the religion no longer held back, and almost took out all their skills. Not only is the frequency of archery faster, the rain of arrows is denser, but also the range is longer.

Not only were the nomadic cavalrymen who were charging towards the army of the church shot down, but even those nomadic cavalrymen who thought they were patrolling outside the range of the bows and arrows were shot down with astonishment on their faces.

Although the nomadic cavalrymen had dispersed as much as possible and maintained a loose skirmish line. However, under such a dense rain of arrows, they still could not escape the fate of death.

A large area of ​​black nomadic cavalry was immediately cleared out. The nomadic cavalrymen who were charging rapidly in the rear could not stop at all, and followed the people in front and stepped into this death trap together.

This wave of furious tide suddenly stopped, and large areas of blank space appeared. The ground was full of corpses of people and horses, and the large amount of blood flowing on the ground gathered into streams.

Those nomadic cavalrymen who were lucky enough not to join the attack looked at the miserable end of their companions in front, and their brains were blank, and they almost forgot all the actions.

Even the commander of the nomadic cavalry seemed to be shocked by this tragic scene, and did not order to continue to attack the enemy's formation.

When the nomadic cavalry outside attacked the army formation in vain and returned without success, the masters of the nomadic tribe trapped in the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation also faced the test of life and death.

The Golden Tripod God General and the Canglang Cavalry Commander Zhahan were the first to take action. Zhahan's scimitar swung out a waterfall-like stream of silk, sweeping towards the Golden Tripod God General who was rushing towards him.

The moment the Golden Tripod God General appeared, Zhahan knew that if he didn't get rid of the Golden Tripod God General first, he would never get out of the predicament.

The strong men on his side were trapped in the formation, and the nomadic cavalry outside alone could never break the enemy's formation. If he couldn't get out in time and go out to help the nomadic cavalry outside, they might be wiped out by the enemy.

Zhahan was not worried about the fate of the nomadic cavalry outside, but worried that he would fail in the battle and fail to complete the task assigned to him by the Canglang tribe's high-level officials. So he didn't say a word and started to attack the Golden Tripod God General directly.

The Golden Tripod God General did not use any weapons, but relied on a pair of fists to face the fierce scimitar of Zhahan.

The Golden Tripod God General also had his own concerns. Now it is all thanks to the power of the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation that the enemies are trapped in the formation, which has won a huge advantage for his side.

However, the military spirit and killing spirit required to condense the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation are not unlimited. If the military spirit and killing spirit are exhausted and cannot be restored in a short time, it is bound to be impossible to continue to maintain the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation. If there is no blockade of the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation, the enemies who escaped from the trap will wreak havoc in the military formation, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Even if his side wins the victory, it will only be a miserable victory, and the army will have to pay the price of heavy casualties.

Therefore, the Golden Tripod God General will not slowly delay time, but will decide the winner with Zhahan in the shortest time.

As soon as the two of them fought, the battle entered a white-hot stage, with fierce fighting and shocking movements.

Fortunately, due to the blockade of the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation, the aftermath of the battle did not spread and affect the army below. But in this way, the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation will be under greater pressure and the time it can last will be shorter.

In another direction of the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation, when Xu Xiao appeared in front of the trapped Vulture Ancestor and the Chief of the Vulture Tribe, he immediately attracted the deepest hostility of the two.

Xu Xiao not only injured the Vulture Ancestor, but also used the Vulture Ancestor's calculations to calculate him in turn, and killed the High Priest of the Vulture Tribe alive under his nose.

In the heart of the Vulture Ancestor, Xu Xiao was already hated, and he listed him as a target to be killed.

Seeing Xu Xiao appearing in front of him so carelessly and arrogantly. The Vulture Ancestor didn't even care about his own trapped family, and vowed to kill Xu Xiao as quickly as possible, letting out the bad breath in his chest.

The Vulture Ancestor flapped his wings, and with a gust of wind, he pounced on Xu Xiao fiercely.

The chief of the Vulture tribe waved the battle axe in his hand, rushed over from the side, and joined the siege of Xu Xiao.

The location where the Vulture Ancestor was trapped was the Jingmen among the eight gates. Jingmen is not only one of the three evil gates, but also belongs to gold in the five elements.

Xu Xiao is not only familiar with the changes of the formation, but also particularly proficient in the changes of the five elements. He has his own special skills on how to use the changes of the formation and the power of the five elements.

Xu Xiao pinched a simple seal with both hands, and a continuous golden drizzle immediately fell in the formation space that was not very wide.

Of course, this drizzle was not real rain, but a drizzle of golden needles. The golden needles, as thin as cow hair, fell continuously from the sky without any pause.