I am the first person in the prehistoric world

Chapter 462 This is the end
The 500 main battalions were roughly divided into two fronts. The front battalions rushed forward, and the rear million miles, the battalions were arranged in a dislocation, sealing the middle gap left by the front battalions.

In the eyes of countless creatures, the human army didn't have any bells and whistles, and they went up in a daze.

Gao Xiaosong's hunting team was thousands of miles behind the second battalion. Looking at the opponent's battle line of more than 5000 monks, two battalions were suddenly separated, one on the left and the other on the right with four thousand each. Accelerate, separate from the rear brigade, and pinch the most forward main battalion of the human race.

"These four-legged snakes actually want to take advantage of our human race."

Under the disdainful gazes of countless human monks, the front of the battle camp flashed with light, and a thousand flying swords flew out, instantly cutting to the front left of the battle camp of the Yijiao tribe 50 miles away.

"defense……"

Apparently, the monks of the Yijiao clan could never have dreamed that the attack distance of the human camp could reach 50 miles, and a thousand flying swords would be slashed down without even raising their defensive shields.

The Wing Jiao battalion is changing from a flying posture to an attacking posture. It is when the energy is concentrated and the strength is weakest that the blow will come.

A thousand huge flying swords easily split through the thin barrier of the Wing Jiao camp, passing by the unbelievable eyes of the Wing Jiao clan monks.

"boom……"

The battalion composed of winged dragon clans and vassal races was split apart like rotten wood, countless limbs and flesh were scattered in all directions, and thousands of magical treasures lost their owners and were blown away by powerful forces. Falling towards the earth, most of the monks were easily killed by the human sword array before they even had time to sacrifice their defensive magic weapons.

The sword formation composed of a thousand flying swords turned in the air, leaving hundreds of devastated Wing Jiao clan monks to ignore everything, and cut to the right in front of another Wing Jiao clan battle camp 20 miles away on the right.

"spread"

Countless expressions stirred in the Wing Jiao clan battle camp, such a mighty sword array, not to mention that the Wing Jiao clan camps were defenseless, even if they defended with all their strength, they would not be able to resist.

The destruction of the camp on the right bought an instant response time for this camp, and the order to disband was issued instantly, and the four thousand winged dragon monks scattered like exploding fireworks.

"It's late!" The same two words came out coldly in the hearts of countless human monks, and the flying swords of the battle camp struck out, how could it be so easy to escape.

The uniform sword array let out a huge sword cry, and suddenly there was a silver light, and the thousand swords separated instantly, like a thousand swordfish, swimming rapidly in the high air, piercing the winged dragons that were desperately fleeing outwards. The body of a monk.

Dozens of Yijiao true immortal monks sacrificed their shields to defend against the attack of a sword. Before they had time to be happy, seven or eight flying swords fell at the same time, splitting the defense of the true immortal monks, killing them instantly.

A Golden Immortal Winged Flood Dragon wielded a whip-shaped spirit treasure, unleashed five or six flying sword attacks in a row, and retreated sharply to the rear.

A hundred flying swords instantly formed a bright giant sword. With a sudden stab at the golden fairy, the winged dragon roared, and the whip-shaped Lingbao instantly formed dozens of circles. on the tip.

The tip of the giant sword flashed with light, bursting out with infinite power, rushing forward brazenly, cutting the whip-shaped spirit treasure into dozens of pieces, piercing into the head of the Golden Immortal Wing Jiao, instantly killing his primordial spirit.

The fluttering flying sword killed all the scattered Wing Jiao clan monks in just a moment. With a turn of the sword tip, it returned to the left. Fleeing, was caught up by Feijian and killed one by one.

"This is the end!" Gao Xiaosong was dumbfounded and murmured.

Dapeng couldn't help but tremble a few more times, looking at the Human Race Legion with eyes full of awe, "Sure enough, there is a big horror, and we should stay away from those guys in the future."

Dahe laughed loudly, and said loudly: "It's not the same level, the four-legged snakes can't sleep now..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly, pricked up his ears to listen, glanced at the front, and shouted: "Let's speed up and go under the front army formation to collect all the real body and spirit treasures of the Yijiao clan."

For the human race, these spirit beasts are a great tonic, and all kinds of spiritual treasures are also good things, and they are the first batch of spoils in the war.

"Good Le!"

The four members of the army were all smiling. Collecting such trophies was the most comfortable thing. Although all the trophies collected had to be handed in, it was a convention that monks who collected trophies were allowed to pick a treasure that they just needed.

A hundred soldiers flickered dozens of times in a row, and came to the bottom of the battlefield, happy to collect the real bodies of spirit beasts falling from the sky, magic treasures floating everywhere, and various storage spirit treasures.

On the front of 3000 billion miles, there are such battlefields, and the results are not much different. Those who can escape back to the camp of the Yijiao clan do not exceed four digits.

Fighting 500 million people, half of them were killed in just a moment, but they didn't even touch the opponent's position. The Yijiao camp was dead silent, and countless blank eyes stared blankly at the human camp that was still slowly flying north .

The remaining half of the monks of the Wing Jiao Clan had already stopped and did not dare to attack forward, but did they receive the order to retreat, and stayed in the sky for a while, not knowing what to do.

One after another divine consciousness came across the air, transmitting the attack order to the minds of millions of monks of the Yijiao clan on the front line.

A small army of seven or eight monks spread out, put up their shields, flew quickly in the sky, and flew towards the human camp with a desperate look.

Zhu Ming looked at it with a relaxed face, frowned, and said: "The Yijiao clan is so well organized that the race below dare not resist at all."

Nanshan nodded, and said: "It seems that the tactics we formulated are right to attack the prestige of the Yijiao clan and destroy their dignity."

The big man nodded, looked around, and said: "The second batch of battalions attack, control the speed."

"Yes!"

Chief Dispatch Officer Nanshan received the order, turned around and issued the military order.

Soon, another battalions flew out, leading more than hunting teams, and slowly flew towards the Wing Jiao Clan.

At the forefront, millions of Yijiao tribes were scattered into millions of battle teams, surrounding the human camps and attacking fiercely.

Around each camp, a thousand flying swords fluttered all over the sky, splitting up the Yijiao clan battle teams that were charging at high speed one by one, and killing the monks inside one by one.

In less than a meal, the battlefield fell silent again, and a faint white mist enveloped the camp again, and the camp started again, flying towards the northern Yijiao Clan front.

The battalions in the rear accelerated past the frontline battalion, replacing the battalion that had just fought a battle, like a sharp knife, slowly stabbing towards the front line of the Wing Jiao clan

Another hundred hunting troops flew out from each battlefield again, collecting spoils in all directions, while the other troops still closely followed the main battalion and slowly flew towards the battle line of the Wing Jiao Clan.

The battle line of the Wing Jiao Clan army is about 200 billion miles away from the battle line of the Human Race army. The Human Race Legion did not ask to kill many Wing Jiao Clan monks for the first time. , Occupy the territory of the Wing Jiao Clan's current front line, and move the Wing Jiao Clan's defense line northward by tens of billions of miles.

During the millions of years of fighting, the Wing Jiao Clan has trained a large number of monks who are capable of fighting. All of them are proud and arrogant. The first battle of the human race is to give these proud monks a disarm and break the Wing Jiao Clan. The halo of a clan's tactical victories made the more than 300 races under his rule see his powerlessness and weakness.

(End of this chapter)