Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Nearly [-] troops rushed towards the waves with blood red.

At this moment above the waves, the densely packed demon clan hadn't reacted yet.

Human race, attacking?

For many years, I saw the human race attacking!

"boom--"

The monster clan's unspread battle formation was torn apart in an instant like tofu in front of the bloody arrows.

Until this time, the Yaozu hadn't realized that the human race was attacking.

"kill!"

Zhao Yang held a long spear, and the tip of the spear flashed three feet of spiritual light. Every time he swallowed and vomited, a blood mist was brought up.

The blood mist wrapped around his body again, turning into a spirit python.

Countless monster races rushed towards Zhao Yang.

Unfortunately, they never had a chance to get close.

Rows of practitioners wearing black armor and iron masks brandished magic weapons and killed all the monsters who dared to approach.

Of course, they don't have many chances to make a move.Because, behind Zhao Yang, the army of more than ten thousand has come in waves.

Fighting with magical weapons, controlling spells, pressing down bows, crossbows and arrows, the advantages of human army formation tactics are revealed.

Before the entire battle, there was no demon clan that could resist staying.

This blow caused at least thousands of demon clans to resent it.

, More Yaozu army collapsed and fled in all directions.

Before the battle, if the monster clan was not forcibly strong enough to stay at a decisive height, all that awaited it was the result of falling apart.

With a volley of spells, all the leaders of the monster clan in the early and middle stages of foundation establishment exploded with hatred.

Then, Yaozu could only retreat.

"kill!"

Zhao Yang shouted, and the two battle flags hanging in the air behind him slowly moved forward.

Another impact, crushing the monster clan's rout, directly broke through the rear battle formation.

"it is good!"

In the void, several cheers sounded.

Leading the soldiers, attacking with the tail, full of blood and blood, this incident made the whole battlefield look sideways.

"This son must be my Zhenhaiwei's No. 1 in the battle for a hundred years."

In the void, there was a low drink.

"Even if we fight to lose ten years of life, this old man will save this son." Another figure floated forward.

The warriors on the embankment also slowly stepped on the slope of the embankment, waiting to charge at any time.

Before Chasing the Sun, the Yaozu couldn't afford to organize an army formation at all.

On the Baili front, the other monster clans that fought against Zhenhaiwei have slowly shrunk.

Those ministries of Zhenhaiwei also stood in front of the bones, waiting quietly.

I don't know when, the heroic spirit banner above the embankment moved forward a thousand feet, fluttering in the sky above the bones.

In front of the Heroic Spirit Banner, the clouds surged in mid-air, as if they contained great power, and seemed to be waiting, facing the Heroic Spirit Banner, maintaining a strange balance.

Zhao Yang didn't care about this at all, he waved his spear in his hand, and every time he made an impact, he could lead the army forward hundreds of feet.

On the other hand, those monster races have been unable to organize an effective battle formation, and can only be slaughtered again and again.

On the other hand, in Chasing Sun Guards, the Qi and blood are getting stronger and stronger, the columns of smoke are connected into one piece, the combat power of the soldiers is connected into a line, and the offense and defense are integrated, so there is no need to think about defense at all.

There is only one word, kill.

Every time Zhao Yang called out, the battle line moved.

Every time the battle formation moves, thousands of demon clan corpses float on the river.

"Haha, this son is not dead. In ten years, the number one general in Dayu's army may change hands."

"Today, the old man fights to get rid of this old bone, so we have to see if he can overwhelm the Iron Armored Dragon Army, which is said to be one general against the Thirteen Guards!"

One night, the battle line moved forward ten miles.

Before the battle, the river was blood-red, connecting with the smoke column in the sky, and the sky and the earth reflected each other, regardless of each other.

The blood is the blood of monsters.

Zhao Yang no longer knew how many monsters he had killed, his body was already blood red.

A long spear with a light of three feet, no monster dares to stop it wherever it goes.

At this time, the Heroic Spirit Banner was floating ten feet above Zhao Yang's head.

"This kid has killed over ten thousand enemies, right? How much is the opponent's monster clan lore ranking?"

"Haha, you old brothers, even if you die in battle today, you have to bring this kid back whole."

"Of course, even if this old man dies in this battle, he still has to hide in the banner of the heroic spirit and watch this son make great achievements."

Hiding in the void next to the Heroic Spirit Banner, a dozen Jindan Late Stage Zhenhaiwei enshrined, their eyes fixed on the opposite side, and their hearts were all on Zhao Yang.

What they have to do now is to keep Zhao Yang.

Above them, the guarding general held a large sword, his eyes widened, and his body was full of spiritual energy, confronting the dark evil spirit on the opposite side.

The Sun Chaser, who rushed ten miles into the river, was like a sharp knife, tearing open a bright red bloody mouth in the dark river.

In the rear, countless human army formations gathered.

Everyone is waiting.

Wait for Zhao Yang to win.

Wait for Zhao Yang to lose.

Regardless of victory or defeat, Zhao Yang cannot die.

One day and one night, copper and iron can't hold it anymore.

Behind the loose army formation of the Yaozu, a large army assembled one after another is waiting.

Those who step into the river will not be able to return their armor.

This is the death order of the Lancang River camp.

The human army that killed [-] monsters in World War I must not stay.

In the sky of the Yaozu side, on a dark golden canvas covering the sky, blood-red names emerged one by one.

Most of the other names on the canvas were silent, except for the quaint "Zhao Yang", which kept flashing, and every time it flashed, the name floated up a little.

At this time, it has already ranked in the sixties.

This is the Yaozu lore list, listing [-] human army generals who have been killed by the Yaozu.For thousands of years, only a handful of those who made the list survived.

Everyone is staring at Zhao Yang.

The spear flew, and Zhao Yang flew up.

He can still fight, and with the support of the system platform, his vitality and spiritual power are almost endless.

But the soldiers behind him couldn't hold on.

Perhaps in the next moment, the extremely surging energy and blood barrier ruptured, and the army would collapse.

It's not that the daily guards are timid, but that they can't fight anymore.

At this point, they were all supported by one breath.

Zhao Yang's eyes shone brightly, and his figure slowly stood still.

The whole river went up and down, waiting for his next decision.

"Boy, it's okay, we will protect you to leave." A voice sounded in the sky, and a golden light shot towards Zhao Yang.

"Boom—"

As soon as the voice fell, a series of black light curtains covered the opposite sky, blocking the golden light.

The sky was full of spiritual lights, and there was a bang.

"Boy, don't hesitate, you have to live!"

Skyrim, the voice is urgent.

The Heroic Spirit flag fluttered, as if countless Heroic Spirits were whispering advice.

"The commander-in-chief has ordered that no one who steps into the Lancang River today will be left!" Accompanied by the sound of thunder, a golden figure stood on the cloud.

Teams of monsters slowly pressed down.

foundation.

Foundation building across the board.

In addition to the foundation building teams in the front, there is an invisible army of demon clan behind them, which is already in order.

"Master Captain, let's go!" Wu Mingshuo gasped in a low voice, his hand holding the long knife trembled.

Zhao Yang turned around slowly, looking at those soldiers who were struggling to support.

There was only anxiety on everyone's face, without a trace of fear.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yang raised his right hand high.