Lord of the night.

Chapter 750 Wind God Blade [Additional chapter for the hard-working leader Sisi! ]

Yan Xifeng and others were all worried about one thing.

The guardians are not as strong as the backup force of the Soliloquy. Once this door is opened, it means that all the Feng family members inside are dead and the enemy has occupied it. Then how many people can be left outside to fill in?

What’s more, we have just completed the recovery of three other secret realms, and the sacrifices have been heavy enough!
They are all geniuses with rich backgrounds from major families!

Time passed little by little.

I have no idea what’s going on over there, because I can’t hear any sound from here!

They are not in the same world at all!
Everyone knew only one thing: once everyone inside was dead, the door to counterattack would be opened from here.

And by then, the first things that will float out will be countless ice coffins and countless corpses!

One hour, two hours, seven hours... ten hours passed.

The door didn't open.

But everyone did not relax, as they knew this was not the time to compete.

With every hour that passed, the battle inside became more intense, and the pressure on the people inside became greater.

"I'll be waiting right here!"

Yan Xifeng's face was twitching.

I was very anxious and flustered, but I dared not show it.

Yan Xifeng has already reported the matter of Fang Che leading a team from the Feng family to destroy the area.

I reported it to the supervisor, who asked me to pay close attention to it, and that was the end of it.

But then Yan Xifeng received a warning from Xue Fuxiao: "Your Ninth Master asked me to tell you that if you force Fang Che to destroy the realm this time, he will personally peel off your skin if something goes wrong!"

Take my skin off yourself!

This sentence frightened Yan Xifeng directly!

What virtue and ability have I, Yan Xifeng, possessed that could make Master Jiu personally peel off my skin?

Then he came to his senses and quickly sent a message back: "Brother Xue, how could it be that I forced Fang Chemie to destroy the realm? This is too unfair... This has nothing to do with me."

"It was you who forced him to destroy the realm! You have to admit this! You understand!"

Xue Fuxiao sent a message: "If you don't admit it, I'll peel off your skin! If you leak the secret, I'll peel off your skin!"

Yan Xifeng was confused.

Anyway, you're going to skin me anyway, right?
Then why bother looking for excuses? Just get started!
But as an elder guardian, Yan Xifeng certainly understood something else from the order.

Obviously, this is a black pot.

Besides, no one else can bear the blame except me, and I am the only one who can bear the blame!
Yan Xifeng was under tremendous pressure as he had a huge pot on his back that had been used against him several times.

His eyes were fixed on the stone wall. If he could get in, he would have already done so by now.

I am so hard...

Even Master Jiu wants to peel off my skin! The wrath of heaven and the hatred of people are not enough to describe me!

"Chief Supervisor, please sit down and wait for a while. Take a rest."

The attendant brought a chair.

"Sit? I'm sitting on a pot! I'm sitting on a pot! Take it away!"

Yan Xifeng was furious, foaming at the mouth, and said, "I sit... The soldiers are fighting bloody battles, how can I sit? I will stand! I will always stand!"

Everyone was anxiously waiting, expecting, and praying...

……

The battle is going on inside.

Fang Che has also begun to fight with all his strength.

The first group of Saint Kings who came in and were crippled by him to take up their place were killed by the other side's own people at all costs and only lasted three hours.

This is totally insignificant compared to the total duration of one hundred hours!
Then Fang Che continued to do the same thing to buy time, but one of them committed suicide on the spot, one was killed by their own people, and the other one, after being crippled, actually climbed onto a knife and stabbed himself to death.

After fighting for ten hours, forty-three members of the Feng family were killed!
This number made Fang Che heartbroken.

But this number suddenly made Langya and others more motivated.

Because they saw the hope of holding on for a hundred hours!
This number of casualties was much lower than their expectations.

“Pills, pills!”

Fang Che kept flashing back and forth, delivering pills to every Feng family member who had run out of pills and was seriously injured. The supplies originally delivered this month had long been used up in this short ten-hour battle.

Now Fang Che is using his own stock of elixirs to make up for it.

Fortunately, he brought enough.

At this moment, Fang Che was extremely grateful to his father and Zhao Shanhe. Of course, he was also grateful to Gu Shanfeng, Qi Tianyue... and his Jinyun Sect.

Fang Che captured another Saint King and guarded him closely personally, while the four squad leaders including Langya and the four Saint Kings surrounded the other one with all their might, and Fang Che would go over and take a stab at him from time to time.

Anyway, it has to be dragged out for a full hour.

The other Feng family members did the same thing. They seized upon this kind of evildoer who could provide them with food and shelter and tried their best to slack off.

Anyway, as long as no one dies here, no one from the other side can get in.

But orders continued to come from outside.

"If you can't do it, hold on tight and die!"

"You think you can survive if you keep stalling for time in the hands of the other party?"

"Having come to this point, you will die sooner or later. You should hurry up and gain merit for the family! Be heroic!"

"Hurry up! Make room!"

The sound of death urging.

"Hold on! You must hold on for long enough!!"

A sixth-rank saint of the Feng family was dragging three opponents alone to waste time. He could have killed one of them, but he was already seriously injured and had been fighting in the middle. In order to buy time, he dragged the three others in here until he was exhausted.

Finally he was hacked to death, and let out a long howl before dying: "They are tired! Keep dragging it on..." Unlike the Feng family members who had a supply of elixirs, the people from the Weiwo Zhengjiao who came in did not bring elixirs with them, because their goal was very clear: either kill an enemy in an hour and leave him alive, or be killed or commit suicide.

If I take the elixir with me and die, it will be a relief for the guardian!
The teams after the destruction are generally very powerful, but our side can only send two Saint Kings at a time, which is seriously insufficient in strength.

Therefore, their weakness lies in consumption: when their supplies or pills are used up, that’s when the real attack begins!

At that time, it is time to truly use the human wave tactic to kill the opponent's masters.

Fifteen hours later, seven more Feng family members fell.

But the fierce fighting never stopped for a moment.

Some of the bloody corpses on the ground were kicked out, but some had been turned into meat paste under the trampling, making the ground muddy.

It was like a month of continuous rain on the loess road.

Twenty hours passed.

Everyone's physical strength has obviously decreased.

Although they were constantly supported by pills, as everyone took more and more pills, the medicinal power of the pills became less and less.

It is impossible to keep pushing the elixir forward.

The people of the Somali Orthodox Church are clear about this, and the guardians are also very clear about this.

No matter how high-level the elixir is, it is impossible to take it all the time and exert its full effect. If you have such an idea, you are just overthinking.

The decline in the effectiveness of the elixir means that the opponent's first wave of powerful attack is about to arrive.

This is not really a matter of delaying.

"Captain, don't worry about it for now."

Langya said tiredly, "We know you have a way, Captain, but... don't use your resources yet. We have a way to repel the next two waves."

"it is good."

Fang Che gritted his teeth.

Twenty-eight hours passed.

They are all exhausted.

The only orthodox sect gave an order: "Kill them!"

The two Saint King masters who were fighting inside turned back desperately and endured countless attacks from Langya and others, but died together with the two ordinary Saint-level Feng family members.

Two eighth-grade Saint Kings rushed in at the same time, roaring.

“Bloom!”

Langya shouted loudly.

All the Feng family members attacked at the same time!

Suddenly, the whole cave was shining with golden light, and there was no other color at all!

This is the deadly trick of the Feng family members!

Wind God Blade!
More than 500 Feng family disciples attacked at the same time and cleared out the cave in an instant.

The densely packed Solitaire masters were basically all killed before they even had a chance to rush in.

The power of the Wind God Blade made Fang Che's eyes widen suddenly.

He had seen the Wind God Blade before, and Feng Xiangdong even put it in his wallet to show off. But he never expected that once it was used, its power would be so explosive and shocking!

This is also a life-threatening move to make up for the loss. In order to have the power for today's collective use, the Feng family members have never used it in the battles during this period.

In order to achieve the desired results in secret, the sacrificed Feng family members would rather die in battle than reveal their trump card!
And this time, it bloomed and killed more than seven hundred enemies!

We got back all the money that everyone had lost in one go!

Afterwards, Langya and others immediately recovered the Wind God Blade.

Everyone's fatigue is visible to the naked eye.

The loss of the Wind God Blade was too great, and it required the concentration of all one's spirit and body.

Langya and others swallowed the pill immediately.

Fang Che's flying knife took over this gap, and the same golden light flashed, covering the cave.

Afterwards, Langya and others launched the Wind God Blade for the second time.

The thirtieth hour.

Fang Che took out the Starry Sky Spirit Liquid.

There are still 556 Feng family members left!

Compared with the pre-war period, more than a hundred people were lost. Such a loss made Langya and others both sad and overjoyed.

There are still seventy hours left, and it will surely be even more difficult!

But the remaining Feng family members are all masters above the seventh level of Saint.

A full crew of nine Holy Kings, plus the captain!

Under the stimulation of the elixir, the Wind God Blades can burst out eight times collectively.

There was a glimmer of hope that they could hold on until the end of the hundred hours, and the hope that the continent's fortune would continue to increase from this gap was already clearly visible.

Although it is still as far away as the light in the sky! But after all, it can be seen, right?
Fang Che stuffed a handful of small bottles at Langya: "Everyone take a sip!"

Fang Che took out the Starry Sky Spiritual Liquid that he had drunk when he got the Qiongxiao Flower. This Starry Sky Spiritual Liquid can make up for losses, replenish losses, restore physical strength, cleanse the meridians, and heal injuries and poisons. It is a holy product.

Langya and others hurriedly began to feed their own people with it during the battle.

The nine Holy Kings used all their firepower to resist other enemies. After everyone had taken the medicine, they took it themselves. After one sip down their throats, they immediately felt a boost of energy!
I just felt that every part of my body was full of energy again.

This situation is even better than before the war.

Suddenly, he became more energetic: "Kill!"

(End of this chapter)