Chapter 264

The central battlefield of the Nanjiang battlefield was a large plain and a passage like a rift valley.

This location was usually a place of dispute between the Desolate Clan and the martial artists of Nanjiang City.

Because many important roads could pass through here.

Especially occupying some commanding heights, one had the advantage of looking down.

Of course, this was for low-grade and mid-grade martial artists.

For high-grade experts, the terrain could no longer limit them.

During this period of time, following Nanjiang's plan.

Many mid-to-low grade Desolate Clan members had gathered at this central battlefield.

Even having fought for several consecutive days.

For the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, even fighting for several consecutive years was a very normal thing.

Especially in the two or three years when the initial passage opened.

Why both sides tested strength, and big wars often broke out.

Even every few days, there was one!

Compared to that time, now it could be considered relatively restrained.

Ning An followed Jiang Hekang and found a high place to wait.

"I haven't been here much."

Ning An couldn't help but think silently!

This central battlefield, before this, he had always avoided.

If one stepped here when at a low grade, then basically one was cannon fodder.

Because here, one would not follow the principle of not attacking low-grade experts.

It was more of a chaotic zone!

Encountering a Sixth Grade attacking a First Grade was a very normal thing.

It was also under such circumstances that this place became a nightmare for many low-grade experts.

However, if a low-grade expert could, when mid-grade experts were fighting.

Scavenge a corpse!

Then one could also realize the dream of getting rich overnight.

This central area, one didn't know how many Desolate Clan and Shenxia Federation martial artists were buried here.

In short, here was filled with crises and also existed with opportunities.

It was a pity that Ning An did not spend much time in the process of being a mid-grade martial artist.

Usually, even for some heaven-gifted geniuses, at the stage of mid-grade martial artist, one had to spend at least several years.

For those with mediocre aptitude, there was even less need to say more.

Perhaps one would be at this stage for a lifetime!

While Ning An's thoughts were flying, the main force from Nanjiang City had already arrived.

Even the Desolate Clan did not notice, and directly welcomed the attack of the Nanjiang army.

"Kill!!"

"Desolate Clan, die for me!!"

Many martial artists had blood feuds with the Desolate Clan on the Nanjiang battlefield.

Relatives and old friends had fallen into the hands of the Desolate Clan.

Plus Nanjiang City had always been mainly defensive!

Then it was inevitable that there was some grievance, always suppressed in the heart.

And at this moment, these suppressions were all released.

Many Desolate Clan people also did not expect that there were so many martial artists from Nanjiang City.

In ordinary times, it was the Desolate Clan pressing the Nanjiang City martial artists to fight.

Suddenly, quite a few people fell!

"The entire battlefield is filled with at least hundreds of thousands of martial artists."

Ning An's gaze fell on the entire battlefield; he could see that it was the advantage brought by numbers.

Nanjiang City martial artists occupied three-quarters of the entire battlefield.

The Desolate Clan only occupied one-quarter.

It was not that the Desolate Clan had no people, but they did not expect Nanjiang City to take the initiative to attack.

After all, Desolate Clan people also needed to go into seclusion to cultivate; they could not appear on the battlefield at all times.

And the Desolate Clan had always had a psychological advantage over Nanjiang City martial artists.

This time, they suffered quite a loss!

"One hundred thousand Desolate Clan members must fall on the central battlefield."

Ning An also heard the principal's words not far away.

These words carried quite a bit of determination.

It was very clear that this principal also held a grudge for the martial artists who had fallen in the school before.

Cultivating a mentor in the school was not easy; after all, Nanjiang Martial Dao University was not like the Lianbang army with a large base.

Naturally, it could not withstand consumption!

So the principal was certainly not ordinarily angry.

However, wanting to keep all the Desolate Clan members was not so easy.

Because the Desolate Clan was not a fool; they would certainly notify people.

In a short while, the Desolate Clan's high-grade experts would descend first.

As for the supporting Desolate Clan army, it would take about ten minutes or so.

Just looking at these ten minutes, how many could the Nanjiang City martial artists kill.

Ning An also saw Nan Xueqing's figure.

This ice-mountain beauty's strength was indeed not ordinary.

Her killing was very decisive, and every move was just right.

This was definitely something trained by killing an unknown number of alien races.

And Nan Xueqing adapted to the environment of the Nanjiang battlefield in a short time.

This was a bit powerful!

Five minutes later, Ning An could feel the eruption of high-grade auras one after another.

It was very clear that the Desolate Clan people, after realizing something was wrong.

Passed the news back in the first instance!

And at this moment, it was also time for their high-grade experts' stage.

At this time, the two Ninth Grade experts led by the principal also erupted with their auras.

Afterwards, many high-grade experts also did not show weakness, releasing their own auras one after another.

Ning An naturally was no exception!

Although the Seventh Grade was indeed a bit lacking in front of the Eighth and Ninth Grades.

But in terms of momentum, one could help a little bit.

At least not fall behind others!