The Peerless Tang Sect’s Sun and Moon Glory

The battle between two Contra-level experts was about to break out, and the dim night seemed to be cut open. On one side is the deep, lightless darkness, and on the other side is the shining light of lightning. Every time the two people collide with each other in the martial spirit true form, they will emit frightening waves and roars. Even this small island, which was not large in scale, slowly began to tremble. Waves swept in one after another, gradually diluting the remaining blood stains on the port wall.

The more than twenty soldiers of the Emperor Dragon Soul Mentor Corps who had followed Wang Yao and were above the Soul Emperor level also fought with the soldiers of the Xihai Soul Mentor Corps who had gathered.

In terms of the number of people on both sides, the Xihai Soul Instructor Group naturally has the upper hand.

As one of the elite soul mentor groups of the Sun and Moon Empire, the number of soldiers is a full strength of two hundred. Even if a small team on the city wall was wiped out by Wang Xiao and others, there are still at least 160 people left.

Excluding the more than 20 soldiers who stayed in the castle to protect Xu Zihuang, the strength of the Xihai Soul Mentor Group at this time was still almost seven times that of Wang Yao and others.

However, in terms of overall cultivation, the Xihai Soul Instructor Group is obviously much inferior. The elite Emperor Dragon Soul Tutor Group brought by Wang Yao are all soul emperors with a cultivation level of sixty or above, while in the Xihai Soul Tutor Group, there are less than ten people who are above level sixty.

The battle between soul masters and soul mentors is different from the confrontation between two armies. Numbers do not represent absolute advantage, but more emphasis is placed on personal strength. After all, the martial arts among soul masters are all kinds of strange, and the soul skills are even more varied. It is not as easy as imagined to cooperate with each other.

For example, Douluo Continent has a long-standing team spirit competition. The members of both teams usually do not exceed seven people. And even for such a seven-member team, if they want to work together tacitly, they often have to go through years of running-in.

The more than twenty people on the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Group were divided into small teams of three to five people, cutting up the soldiers of the Xihai Soul Instructor Group. While small teams work independently, they also respond to each other. With strong personal strength and perfect cooperation, the Xihai Soul Mentor Group was defeated step by step.

It was enough to get a glimpse of how powerful the original complete Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Group was.

"Don't mess up! They only have more than twenty people, and their consumption must be greater than ours. As long as they continue to consume like this, the advantage will gradually tilt to our side." A steady voice sounded directly in front of the Xihai Soul Instructor Group.

When the panicked Xihai soul soldiers heard this familiar voice, they subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound with joy.

"Deputy Division Commander of the Armbattalion!"

It was a red-faced middle-aged man also wearing dark blue armor. He looks much older than Haixiao. He is only about 1.6 meters tall and has an extremely thick body, but strangely, his limbs are so thin that they are completely out of proportion to his body.

The red-faced middle-aged man's body is stooped, and his whole body is covered with pentagonal white-gray scales, which extend from his face to his back, forming a hemispherical armor behind him. This huge hemispherical armor even almost completely covered his limbs.

The person who came was Huanying, the deputy division leader of the Xihai Soul Instructor Group. His cultivation level was only lower than that of Haixiao. He was a genuine Soul Saint level powerhouse.

The appearance of Armbattalion was like a reassurance, causing the Xihai Soul Instructor Group, which was almost collapsed, to quickly integrate.

The faces of the three Emperor Dragon Soul Instructor Corps soldiers closest to the camp instantly turned gloomy. One of the thin young men holding a cyan soul guide sword in both hands had a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. The only black soul ring ranked sixth next to him shone and turned into more than ten cyan afterimages. He was attacked from behind. Toward the arm camp's neck.

"The sixth soul skill, Qingyinghui!"

"Aoki! Don't be impulsive! That old guy's martial spirit is an armadillo, and it's not that easy to break through!" The middle-aged man next to Aoki, who looked obviously steady, hurriedly tried to stop him, but unfortunately his martial spirit didn't He was good at speed and there was no time to stop him.

In an instant, the dozen or so cyan afterimages were behind Yan Ying. The soul-guided thin sword in his hand was like fine raindrops, pouring towards Jianying's neck.

"Hmph." Yanying looked sideways at Aoki, whose face was covered with blue scales behind him, and smiled coldly. Immediately, his limbs, including his head, were completely retracted into the hemispherical armor behind his back. The originally hunched body bent again, and the head and feet fit closely together, eventually forming a complete spherical shape.

Immediately afterwards, the spherical shape covered with white-gray pentagonal scales suddenly burst out, jumped up from the ground, and directly collided with more than ten afterimages formed by Aoki's sixth soul skill, Qingyingqi.

As the sixth soul skill and a ten-thousand-year soul skill, Qingying Xian is definitely not just a simple clone skill. Each of these clones possesses fifty percent of Aoki's own strength. But similarly, if the clone is killed, oneself will also bear a heavy price accordingly.

The afterimages were smashed into pieces by the armbands one after another, and Aoki's expression changed slightly. With a cruel heart, he controlled the afterimages to scatter around.

On the other side, the two members of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Group who were with Aoki also willingly fought back the soldiers of the Xihai Soul Instructor Group around them and came to respond.

"Boom, boom, boom -", a series of sonic booms from the collision of soul skills and soul guides sounded one after another, and the two blocked all the attacks from the soldiers of the Xihai Soul Instructor Regiment. Behind the two of them, Aoki was breathing heavily with a pale face, his face full of shame.

"Brother Tang, Uncle Fu, I was reckless this time."

The person Aoki calls Uncle Fu is the middle-aged man who tried to dissuade him earlier. At this time, his expression was very ugly, but he did not lecture Aoki at this moment. He just scolded sullenly.

"Get up! Who taught you to turn your back to the enemy during battle?!" Before he finished speaking, a soul-guided concussion cannon as thick as an arm shot out from his wrist and passed close to Aoki's ear. .

A soldier from the Xihai Soul Instructor Group fell down, and warm blood splashed all over Aoki.

Aoki's body stiffened and he glanced at the soldiers of the Xihai Soul Instructor Regiment behind him who had turned into a puddle of minced flesh. He quickly stood up and clenched the cyan soul-guiding rapier in his hands, adjusting his aura to assume a defensive posture.

Seeing that Qingmu could not be kept, Huanying felt a little regretful, but he did not pay too much attention to it. He believed that if the effort was slowly exhausted, the West Sea Soul Instructor Group would be the winner in the end.

The only premise is that their division commander can hold back Wang Yao.

Thinking of this, Yanying looked up with a changed expression and looked at the strange fish and the two-winged giant tiger fighting together in mid-air.

At this time, he was shocked to find that his division commander had been retreating steadily.

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