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For a moment, they also felt a sense of fear, this formation is really so powerful.

"Who else wants to try the power in the formation?" Song Yan said with a smile, and waved his hand casually. The scene in the formation appeared in front of everyone, with corpses scattered everywhere, but it was more than [-] people who entered the formation before. The Dali Niu demon warriors had all died, turning into corpses.

A gust of cold air emerged from the soles of the Bull Demon Clan people's feet, went straight to the spine, and finally rushed to the top of the head. Those who were a little timid couldn't help but take a small step back when they saw the hundreds of thousands of corpses.

As for Lei Jiuming and others behind the formation, they also saw the scene in the formation, and they were not only shocked, but also ecstatic.

In the end, the eldest prince and the third prince chose to withdraw their troops. The formation of the human race was too terrifying. I am afraid that even if all the soldiers and horses were sent into the formation, it would be difficult to break the formation.

When the Bull Demon Clan withdrew, Lei Jiuming came forward with a group of generals, and said with a big smile, "Huang Liang, you have made a great achievement this time!"

It is said that all the generals behind Lei Jiuming showed envy, didn't they? Not only did they kill more than 20 bull demon warriors alone, there were also ten martial saints among them, including a bull demon warrior Prince.

If this news spreads, it may shock the entire human race.

[Author's Digression]: One more

Thank you for your great reward

Chapter 819 Abandoning Gong

The retreat of the Vigorous Bull Demon Clan was not a temporary retreat, but a complete retreat. In the afternoon of the same day, the spies sent news that under the leadership of the First Prince and the Third Prince of the Bull Demon Clan, all the Bull Demon Clan had withdrawn to the other side of the Blood River and resumed their work. Return to the devil's soil.

After hearing the news, Lei Jiuming was overjoyed, and ordered people to spread the news. For a while, the whole city of Blood River celebrated with joy.

This time, the Vigorous Bull Demons came with an army of 220 million, and the defenders of Blood River City were less than 200 million. In the end, it was the Human Race that won the victory, beheading more than 130 million heads of the Bull Demons. The biggest victory in the hundreds of years of confrontation with the demons.

But the key to this victory is one person, that is Huang Liang.

It was night, Lei Jiuming sent someone to invite Song Yan to the Commander's Mansion.

As soon as they met, Lei Jiuming handed Song Yan a report on the meritorious service that was about to be passed on to the military aircraft battalion for him to have a look.

Song Yan took a rough look at the battle report, and found that [-]% of the battle was due to him personally, and the remaining [-]% ​​were attributed to the soldiers on the Blood River battlefield.

After reading the battle report, Song Yan returned it to Lei Jiuming.

The other party asked quickly: "How is it?"

"Not right." Song Yan shook his head.

Lei Jiuming's face suddenly changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Little Huang, I know that your actual contribution is greater than what is shown in the battle report, but you have to be considerate of me, after all, this time my soldiers in Blood River City are fighting to the death. Resist, if all the credit goes to you, it will be difficult for me to get a proper pension for those soldiers who died."

In this battle, more than 130 million bull demons were beheaded, but the human side also lost nearly 50 people.

Those who die must be paid pensions, but according to the general process, the pensions issued by the military are not large, but if the defenders of Blood River City have made more contributions, Lei Jiuming's request for pensions from the military is relatively reasonable. It's easier said than done.

When Song Yan heard it, he immediately knew that Lei Jiuming had misunderstood him, so he smiled and said, "You misunderstood me. I don't dislike the lack of credit, but I think that the credit is too much. In fact, I think that my Erase all the credit, and distribute the credit to the soldiers of Blood River City!"

"This?" Hearing Song Yan's words, Lei Jiuming couldn't help feeling guilty that he had misunderstood Song Yan.

"It's not right!"

"There's nothing wrong with it!"

Song Yan said again: "You must know the relationship between me and the military. It's terrible. No matter how great my contribution is, the military may not reward me too much. Maybe it will be nothing in the end. Instead of this, it's better to give me a lot of money. If you distribute these credits to everyone, you will gain a favor from everyone!"

Lei Jiuming nodded approvingly: "This is indeed the truth, but you are too smart, so let's do as you say! However, I will explain this to everyone and let them remember you A love!"

"That's not necessary!" Song Yan waved his hand again: "Everyone is not stupid. After the credit comes down, they must understand in their hearts that it would be ugly if they talk about it!"

"Well, I'll listen to you!" Lei Jiuming laughed.

After sitting for a while, Song Yan bid farewell and left, but Lei Jiuming didn't ask him to stay because he had to write a new battle report.

Just as Song Yan returned to his small courtyard, he found that there was an extra person in the courtyard, and it was that Nangong Wuliang.

Nangong Wuliang was also a witness of this war. After seeing Song Yan's incomparably powerful formation method, he was deeply shocked. Originally, he was a little dismissive of Song Yan, but now, he is facing Song Yan. Yan felt a kind of pressure.

"What are you here for?"

Song Yan glanced at Nangong Wuliang lightly and asked.

That slight gesture made Nangong Wuliang very annoyed, and said coldly: "Jie Wuxue is my fiancée, but she is very close to you."

"So?" Song Yan responded casually.

"I want to fight with you, the loser will never get close to Jue Wuxue!" Nangong Wuliang stood up suddenly, staring at Song Yan, his eyes were burning with fighting intent, after seeing Song Yan's formation method , his confidence suffered greatly.

In order to eliminate this influence, he must be completely defeated in some way, otherwise, he will live under this influence for the rest of his life, so he deliberately challenged Song Yan with the help of Jue Wuxue.

As for whether he will lose Jue Wuxue, he doesn't care at all. With his identity and martial arts cultivation, he can't get any kind of woman.

"Please come back!"

Song Yan waved his hand.

"Are you afraid?" Nangong Wuliang stepped forward, his fighting spirit even stronger.

Song Yan smiled and shook his head: "No, you are not worthy. I only killed ten martial saints during the day. I really have no interest in an opponent like you!"

"what?"

Hearing Song Yan's words, most of Nangong Wuliang's boiling fighting spirit was extinguished immediately, and his face turned ashen.

"Don't leave yet, do you want me to keep you for dinner?" Song Yan urged impatiently.

Hearing this sentence, Nangong Wuliang's chest rose and fell sharply, and he said angrily: "You can kill the Martial Saint of the Bull Demon Race only by the formation, without the formation, you are nothing!"

"What about the formation? Isn't that my skill?" Song Yan smiled, and then a scorn flashed in his eyes: "Just like you, falling into my formation, you can't survive three breaths!"

"you!"

Nangong Wuliang was extremely angry in his heart, but he remained speechless.

"What? Don't be convinced. If you have the courage, go to my formation. If you can hold on for three breaths, I will automatically admit defeat!" Song Yan played with taste.

Hearing this sentence, Nangong Wuliang was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He shook his hands heavily and walked away. He was really worried that if he stayed here for a long time, he would really vomit blood.

"Brother Huang, this man is so annoying!"

At this moment, Ning Ling came over: "Hehe, but this guy is so angry with you, his face is almost turning green!"

Nangong Wuliang who had just walked to the door staggered and almost fell when he heard Ning Ling's last knife.

Song Yan glared at Ning Ling angrily: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, little girl. Mr. Nangong is not angry. It's because he practiced a special skill that his face turned that color."

"I practice your uncle! A couple of dogs and men!"