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When the gyrfalcon saw the four Western barbarians pouncing at him, he felt tired. It had been a long time, and he had been tense for a long time.

Was he going to die? The corners of his mouth curled up as he arrogantly said, "Then die!"

After the gyrfalcon finished speaking, he took the initiative to welcome one of the Western barbarians.

On the battlefield, many people had noticed the battle between the gyrfalcon and the western barbarian general. After being shocked, some people started to become anxious.

The little High Lord had actually been killed in front of their eyes. How could they calm down?

However, anxiety didn't result in an increase in one's battle prowess, but rather a mistake in a battle of attrition. This kind of mistake could only result in death or injury.

The few guild leaders fell into a pool of blood in the blink of an eye. Immortal Drunken Wine was also somewhat anxious, but he quickly realized that this anxiety was useless.

"Ignore the little High Lord!" Immortal Drunken Wine reprimanded the group in anger, causing the group to be jolted awake. Gritting their teeth, they turned their attention back to the battle.

At this moment, the sword in the gyrfalcon's hand was incomparably sharp, but he was no different from an ordinary person with an incomparably sharp sword.

The gyrfalcon didn't show any fear. Even though he had no power to perform each and every move of his, he still had an imposing aura. This kind of aura was not useful at all.

Just as the two were about to collide, a sword Qi suddenly sliced the Western general into two. The gyrfalcon's eyes widened as he turned his head with much difficulty to look around him, only to discover that out of the five western generals, not a single one was left alive.

Just as he was in disbelief, a group of people from the clan and aristocratic clan rushed over. Hai Dongqing immediately realized, who exactly was the one who hacked at that sword energy?

Hai Dongqing quickly recalled in his mind and released a stream of sword qi that instantly killed all five of them. That sword qi gave him a sense of familiarity, Hai Dongqing's eyes widened as she muttered: "100 steps kill, large success!"

He immediately turned around to look around and discovered that he couldn't find the figure of the person he predicted. He couldn't even see the figure of an expert, but the Hundred Step Kill was only a hundred steps away.

The gyrfalcon stared at the group of people from the aristocratic clans and realized that none of them could do such a thing.

Forget it, what is there to think about? In the end, he still survived. As the gyrfalcon thought this, he fell asleep on the ground.

On the side of the Venerable School's side, many of the people in the Venerable School's side were already holding back their anger. After the fight broke out, blood splattered all over their faces without batting an eye.

With the pressure of the demonic path divided, the sect's aristocratic families' battles became much easier.

With the outbreak of the war to this day, the aristocratic families originally had a million people to fight. After all the battles and all sorts of situations, there were only less than 700,000 left, and a total of over 300,000 died.

The Western Wasteland forces weren't much better off either. To date, they had counted over six hundred thousand deaths, not counting those that hadn't been counted yet.

War is a meat grinder. The western barbarians had captured people from the Central Plains. No matter who they were, they would kill as they pleased. Those who the Central Plains caught people from the western barbarians would also not be spared.

After the great battle had begun, seventy people from the Seventy Two Wind and Rain Division would always be by his side. The Western Barbarian General and Little General were also being watched, but the other vanguards and the like couldn't do anything to him, let alone the Western Barbarians.

"Little Senior Si Ming, do you want to help others?" Tian Jue asked as he looked at little Si Ming who was not even a step away from him, as well as the other Wind and Rain Division members surrounding him.

"My Lord, our duty is to protect you." Tian Jue thoughtfully nodded his head.

This battle was different from the battle in the north. No one knew that Tianjiao would secretly sneak into the ghost army.

If the unconscious Hai Dongqing were to hear about Tian Jue's treatment, he would probably feel indignant in his heart. They were both direct disciples, why would their treatment be different for so long if they had three direct disciples?

"Did the people that were sent to support the Devil Dao go there?" Tian Jue asked after killing a Western Steel Cavalry.

"Milord, I think we've arrived." Little Si Ming killed a Western Steel Cavalry with a single palm strike.

After the two of them finished their conversation, they no longer spoke.

In fact, Tian Jue didn't really like this feeling. Being protected like this by the Wind and Rain Division, it was no wonder that others would think of her as a flower in a greenhouse.

After all, he was dressed in a purple dragon robe, and was the direct disciple of the leader. Furthermore, he was the temporary leader of the aristocratic families in the Central Plains. If he was not protected by the Western barbarians, he would die in the hands of the eastern barbarians.

Although the battle between the two sides was extremely intense, none of the two sides stopped first. The Devil Dao side had reinforcements, so they became even braver as the battle progressed.

Just as both sides were fighting bitterly, the leader and his men suddenly rushed to the place where the aristocratic families were battling.

They didn't rush to attack, but the leader of the group shouted, "barbarians of the Western barbarians, your khan is in my hands!"

The leader held the head while the upper echelons of the Northern Martial Sect and the distant mountain also held the heads of different people.

The leader's voice was extremely thick, and what seemed to be an ordinary cry reached the ears of everyone present. The aristocratic families were all excited, and the western troops all turned to look in the direction of the leader when they heard it.

The sky was too dark. Those who were slightly further away would not be able to see if it was Khan's head due to the moonlight, but the generals' eyes were exceptionally good. Not only did they see Khan's head, they also saw several generals' heads.

Realizing that the power and momentum of the party of the common lord had been lost, one of the generals shouted loudly, "Retreat to the west!"

After the Western barbarians heard this, they all began to run. How could the clans and sects not be as they wished? Seeing that the western barbarians had retreated, the distant mountain took the heads of the Western barbarians from the hands of the common masters. With a gratified smile, he rushed towards the battlefield between the Demon Dao and Western barbarians.

With the speed of the distant mountains, they quickly arrived.

The Devil Dao had suffered heavy losses after launching an army from the south. Although they had encountered quite a few tragic situations, they hadn't lost too many people.

After reaching the middle ground, they clashed with the Western barbarians, and the first time they met, they were overwhelmed by the crowds. Fortunately, they managed to retreat in time and had the sect and aristocratic families pressure the Western barbarians from the other side.

However, they had lost no less than fifty thousand people in their first clash, and after the situation had developed into a pincer attack against the Western barbarians, Hai Dongqing had misjudged twice, thinking that the clan's members would force the Western barbarians to retreat after the Devil Dao had created an opportunity for them.

During these two times, the Devil Dao lost no less than 30,000 people. In addition to the previous recovery of the South, the Devil Dao had lost no less than 100,000 people.

After the arrival of the distant mountains and the news that the Western barbarians had been annihilated, as well as the retreat of the army on the other side of the mountain, they killed a Western barbarian general at lightning speed.

The western barbarian army didn't know whether what Yuanshan said was true or false, but no one was willing to bet, so they all retreated to the west.