Jiuxiao Supreme

"How miserable!"
Ling Feng sensed the situation outside and thought with a heavy heart.
The battle has progressed to this extent, and both sides have actually entered a state of competition. Neither side is willing to accept it, but they still want to bite it.
Ya insists, if anyone gives up first at this time, it will be a collapse situation.
"There is nothing heartbreaking about this. Since we have embarked on the road to seek immortality, we should have expected this outcome!"
Phoenix God felt that there were some flaws in Ling Feng's mind. For a monk, this was an extremely dangerous matter. Once inner demons were born due to this, it was very likely that he would be doomed.
Of course, this danger may not be apparent at the time, but when you break through to major cultivation, if you are taken advantage of by your inner demons when facing a catastrophe, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Ling Feng was shocked and immediately retracted his mind. Of course he understood what Phoenix God meant.
"I understand this!" He responded calmly, "I'm just lamenting how difficult this road is!"
"difficult!"
Phoenix God couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
But after laughing, his face turned serious, "Have you ever thought about how many people on an interface can become true gods?"
"this!"
Ling Feng shook his head. At least he knew that there must be no true god in the plane he was in.
"It may take tens of millions of years to produce just one or two true gods in a plane," Phoenix God said with a yearning look on his face, "and there are more than billions of people who have fallen on the road."
Sighing softly, Phoenix God said quietly, "Compared to mortals, monks enjoy hundreds or even thousands more lifespans. Of course, there is a price to pay for this."
"I understand!"
Ling Feng nodded gratefully. If what he explained just now was just theoretical, then this time he really agreed from the bottom of his heart.
His character is actually quite tough. The reason why he has such mental fluctuations is that the battle is too intense.
Of the thirty warriors brought from Biyouquan, less than one-third were still able to fight. Even if the injured were included, less than fifteen survived.
This was his true elite and direct lineage, and he had put in a lot of effort along the way. How could he not be heartbroken after such a huge loss.
The team suffered more than just ordinary soldiers in this battle. Even Tang Xiao and Tang Fei, among the five brothers of the Tang family, were killed in the battle. The other three were also seriously injured and were sent to the back for treatment by the soldiers.
None of these five people could continue to fight, which shows how miserable the battle was. As for the eighty or so people who joined Shuiliu City later, there were less than 30 people left, and only a dozen people were actually still fighting. .
Although monks are more indifferent to life and death than mortals, it would be sad for anyone to lose so many of their comrades who had accompanied them all the way.
Compared with the team's losses, the Shura Elf's side is naturally greater. Not to mention the ten chief and deputy commanders who fought against Tang Yan, there are more than 100 commanders in the early and middle stages of Fusion Realm, and now there are less than two dozen left. Ten. Among these 20 people, only five or six were really capable of fighting. The rest were lying on the ground without even the strength to move.
To be able to defeat more than ten times the number of Fusion Realm elven commanders like this, apart from Tang Xiao and the others who fought desperately, the biggest contribution was the magic circle on the city wall.
But at this time, just as the warrior who reported to the black dragon said, the large magic circles had collapsed, leaving only some small magic circles.
These small magic circles are basically not of much help to the team, that is, they help the soldiers of the refining team to defend and attack a little.
"Boss, we can't fight anymore!"
Lian Xin, who had been at the rear, came back to take a look because he was worried about running back to the battlefield. As a result, he was shocked when he saw the situation on the battlefield.
"Humph!"
Po Ling glanced at him sideways, turned his head, and ignored him at all.
"Boss, these are our future team members. To lose them here like this is a huge blow to our family."
Unexpectedly, Lianxin did not give up this time, but continued.
Although he was a little afraid of Soul Spirits, the situation of the Shura Elf Team was so miserable that he could no longer stand it anymore. Not counting the clan members at the leadership level, there were nearly 300 elite warriors, but now there were less than 1000 left, and some were seriously injured. Probably more than [-].
The death of more than 3000 people is really unacceptable.
"What's the use of keeping such waste?" Po Ling rolled his eyes at him and said with a sneer.
In fact, for him, he never cared about it from the beginning. Now he only cares about himself. The more other elves die, the better.
"Boss"
Lianxin took a deep breath and shouted again.
Po Ling frowned and turned to look at Lian Xin. Suddenly his glasses lit up.
"Boss?"
Lian Xin's heart trembled, feeling vaguely that something was not good.
"Lian Xin, how long have we known each other?"
Po Ling stared at Lian Xin's glasses and asked strangely.
"It's been four to five hundred years." Lian Xin was stunned and replied instinctively.
"Four, five hundred years, it has been so long," Po Ling closed his eyes slightly and raised his head slightly, with a hint of emotion in his tone, "Do you still remember our original ideal?"
"Of course," Lian Xin was shocked and his glasses lit up, "The four of us were not willing to let the Elf clan decline, so we worked hard and fought out from hundreds of teenagers to become the heirs of the clan. .”
Thinking of the green years when we worked together, Lian Xin's eyes showed a strange light, and his whole person became energetic.
"Among the three of you, you are the most passionate, the most dedicated, and the one with the most sacrificial spirit," Po Ling said with deep emotion, "I still remember that when the materials for the skill spirit treasure were distributed, both Youhuang and Youmeng Not willing to refine the crystal iron vine, in the end you took the initiative to receive this weakest spiritual treasure material."
"We are a team, and someone must take responsibility. The two of them have better cultivation qualifications than me. It should be best for me to refine the crystal iron vine."
Lian Xin couldn't help but puff up his chest and said righteously.
"That's right," Po Ling nodded gently, "You are the most sacrificial among us. For the prosperity of our clan, you have worked the hardest and paid the most in the past few years."
He looked up at Youhuang and Youmeng in the sky, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "The qualifications of both of them are above you, and the refined spirit treasures are much stronger than your Crystal Iron Vine, but they are really fighting alone. I may not really be able to defeat you, otherwise I wouldn’t be countered by a guy in the late Fusion Yuan realm now.”
"That person's strength cannot be estimated by an ordinary person in the late Fusion Yuan realm," Lian Xin said very impartially, "You should take action earlier. If his strength were replaced by an ordinary person in the middle stage of the Jie Yuan realm, he might not be able to win. "
"I see it too!"
Po Ling did not refute him this time.
"Why do you think I haven't taken action?" Po Ling chuckled and said, "This person has a heavy treasure on his body. If I had taken action just now, that person would have used the heavy treasure in his hand to cooperate with the magic circles on the city wall. Who would live and who would die?" It’s still a matter of two people talking.”
"Your spiritual ruler can't even take him down!"
After hearing this, Lian Xin's face changed drastically and he said in disbelief.
"I can feel the Lingguang Ruler's fear of that person's Lingbao!" Po Ling looked at Ling Feng, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"The Spiritual Light Ruler is a seventh-grade spiritual treasure, but he is actually afraid of that person's spiritual treasure. Could it be that the spiritual treasure on his body is actually a ninth-grade spiritual treasure!"
Lianxin shouted out loudly.
"At least the ninth grade." Po Ling said calmly, not looking too worried.
At their stage, Lingbao is only a factor in victory or defeat. The key still depends on personal strength. In comparison, his strength is much stronger than Lingfeng, especially after finding this refining from the altar. After the method, his strength is much stronger than it seems on the surface.
"Then the magic circle on the city wall should be almost exhausted now, and you should be able to take action."
Lian Xin said with some urgency. While the two of them were talking, dozens more people fell to the ground.
Now the battle on the city wall has truly entered its final stage. After the advantage of numerical suppression is gone, the individual fragility of the road repair elves has been fully exposed.
Now that the battle is once again under the control of Team Lingfeng, it is only a matter of time before the Shura Elves are defeated.
"It's much worse than I expected!"
Po Ling also saw the situation here and said with some disappointment.
"Worse than expected?"
Lian Xin looked at his boss with some confusion. Today's Po Ling was becoming more and more unfamiliar to him.
"It seems that some people are just afraid that they won't be able to work hard now." Po Ling sneered.
In fact, the slightly shrewder Shura elves on the city wall are now like the three commanders who acted with Tang Yan. They are completely dealing with the soldiers at hand and are not using their full strength.
This is why the current damage suddenly slows down.
The soldiers of the Lingfeng team also felt this. As long as the opponent did not really attack with all their strength, the soldiers would not go too far. There was now a strange calm on the city wall.
This kind of calm does not mean that there is no fighting on the city. Not only is there fighting on the city, but it is also more lively than before, but there are no more casualties on the ground.
"Forget it, they are all people who don't want to be in trouble!"
Po Ling didn't know. He sneered and turned his eyes to Lian Xin again.
"what happened?"
Lian Xin was stunned and looked at Po Ling.
"Lian Xin, I know you are willing to sacrifice anything for the prosperity of the elves." Po Ling looked at him seriously.
"Yes!"
Lian Xin couldn't help but nodded.
"Then I want to lend you a hand now?" Po Ling said calmly, with no expression on his face.
"Lend it to me?"
Lian Xin looked at Po Ling with some confusion.
"Yes, since you are willing to sacrifice anything for our clan, now is the time for you to sacrifice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Po Ling suddenly stretched out his hand and covered Lian Xin's head.