Poseidon landed heavily on the ground, and a human-shaped pit was smashed into the hard ground. He was hit by Barossa's sword, which broke through the ice shield that had gathered in a hurry, broke through his body's defense, and cut a bloody wound on his back, which was shocking.

"Huh~~!"

Three strong men under Barossa rubbed their bodies and long swords. Although they were very different from Poseidon in terms of strength, if they fought alone, they would probably not be Poseidon's one-piece general, but they were better than the sixteen people to cooperate ingeniously, forming a way of fighting, linked together. As soon as Poseidon was cut down to the ground by Barossa, three more enemies rushed up reluctantly, intending to kill Poseidon.

Poseidon jumped up from the ground, and an ice spear condensed in his hand again. His figure was like a ghost, graceful as a stunning rainbow, and as strong as a dragon. The cold light on the tip of the spear condensed but did not dissipate, and suddenly pierced a strong man's arm from bottom to top. The strong man screamed, and his whole arm was suddenly bleeding. Poseidon's face was happy, and his fingertips flicked, and the ice spear suddenly let out a long roar, soaring upwards and stabbing the strong man's chest hard.

At this time, two dark light swords suddenly flashed, and they both stopped in front of the injured strong man. With one knock and one touch, the ice spear made a long roar, turning toward the sky, and suddenly the flying hordes disappeared. Poseidon's face darkened. These strong men advanced and retreated in moderation, and cooperated with the world. Often, six people formed a team of three attacks and three defended. If the attack was not established, they immediately pulled away. The other three strong men roared their swords and protected the attacking three people.

The eighteen strong men were killed by Poseidon. At this time, there were fifteen people, and they were immediately changed to a team of five. The three attacked and defended, surrounding Poseidon in the middle to form an impenetrable sword formation. Poseidon felt that there were dark figures around him, and it was hard to defend.

Relying on his strong strength, Poseidon whistled and wandered in the battle formation. An ice spear was either provoking or stabbing, standing in a group with the fifteen strong men. It was not easy for him to kill one of the enemies, but it was even more difficult for the fifteen to kill him. The spears and knives of both sides were constantly intertwined, and they stood in a group on the cliff, comparable. The strong men were many and powerful, and they were very powerful, and they were very agile, and they were often able to escape danger at critical moments.

However, at this time, the sound of killing under the cliff was loud. The soldiers of the Southern Military Region saw that Barossa and his personal guards had rushed to the top of the mountain and entangled Poseidon. They immediately had a great morale formation, rushing towards the top of the mountain like a black ocean. The soldiers of the Northern Military Region on the cliff fought back fiercely, but there were too many enemies. Even if there was the danger of the cliff, it was difficult to defend. In an instant, the 30,000 troops had already surged, covering the sky and filling the entire hillside. Looking at the darkness, the enemy had already thrown down the hot weapons in their hands. Everyone had sharp guns in their hands, and they were full of murderous aura. Poseidon glanced quickly, and his heart was half cold. It seemed... These twenty-eight positions really couldn't be defended. No matter how powerful Poseidon was, it would be difficult to resist thousands of troops. Is my Northern Military Region really going to perish?

Poseidon smiled miserably, with a look of despair on his face. At this moment, a strong man seized the opportunity, stepped in front of him, raised his long sword, and saw that the long sword was about to fall. "It was all you forced me!" Poseidon's handsome face suddenly became ferocious, murderous intent, and glared coldly. The strong man holding the sword was stunned, shocked by his momentum. Poseidon smiled coldly, looked around the enemy around him and the arrogant Barossa, and said word by word: "Today, don't live either of you!"

Barossa was stunned for a moment, then haha, with a very rampant expression: "The defeated general is still here to speak loudly! Our 30,000 troops in the Southern Military Region are approaching, but can't we still take a small twenty-eight positions? Look, the mountains and fields are full of our soldiers. Can we resist it with just 5,000 people in this position?"

He then smiled and said, "So no matter how powerful you Poseidon is? You only have one person, but I have tens of thousands of soldiers. I and the fifteen warriors around you can make you die without a burial place! Humph! Do you think this will scare me? Okay, let me Barossa see what you have to kill me!"

He shouted loudly, his short beard stood up like a halberd, and inserted the dark shield deep into the land under his feet, holding the knife in one hand, strode forward with great momentum, walking like flying. Then, his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and his huge body had already flown, looking down from a high point, slashing a shocking sword, like a rainbow!

"Okay!" The fifteen strong men intended to let their general kill the enemy with their own hands, and had quietly retreated to the side, like the wings of an eagle guarding. Seeing Barossa's sword falling from the sky like thunder, it was like a long rainbow, and he couldn't help but cheer.

Poseidon straightened his back, and a contemptuous look flashed in his eyes, and an ice spear suddenly condensed in his hand. He suddenly widened his eyes, his expression twisted, and the thin slit on his forehead suddenly opened, revealing a single white mist pupil! The moment he saw this single pupil, Barossa's face suddenly changed, and he was sweating heavily. The long sword in his hand actually trembled slightly. At this time, he had to fire the arrow on the string, so he could only slash it with his teeth.

"I don't know how to live or die." Poseidon sneered, like thunder blew up in Barossa's ears. The long sword had already fallen from the sky. The fierce blade broke through the air, causing Poseidon's silver hair to rise. "Condensation!" Only Poseidon shouted angrily, and the single white misty pupils were like silver light, as fast as lightning, shooting towards Barossa. Barossa had no time to react, and the silver light had already penetrated into his chest.

At that moment, his face became extremely strange, full of shock, despair, confusion and unwillingness. The fifteen strong men also widened their eyes and showed horrifying eyes. They watched the giant in the air slowly move, and the knife stopped in the air and seemed to never be able to cut it down. Thin pieces of ice suddenly appeared on Barossa's body, condensed on his skin, and the thin ice spread very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it wrapped him in it, like a crystal clear ice sculpture, and it hit the ground straight.
Chapter completed!