Seeing this, most of the people at the foot of the mountain were very jealous.
"This is a divine weapon," someone said.
"That fire man should be from Sword Forging City.
It's a pity that the magic weapon didn't choose him.
It seems that we all have a chance to be recognized by the magic weapon."
Someone said with confidence, as if he was determined to win.
Only a master will look solemn.
Dongfang Shuo frowned.
"The soldier slave didn't expect that the magic weapon actually controlled the soldier slave.
This is more difficult to deal with than a single magic weapon.
There is a high chance that this magic weapon is one of the goals of this trip and must not be let go."
At this point, Dongfang Shuo looked at Towards the stairs of Sword Forging City, a large number of people from Sword Forging City appeared.
Among them was Chu Tianshu, who was in the team.
"Since Your Majesty asked us to change our first mission to finding things related to meteorites, then this divine weapon should be made of meteorites, so the first task is to capture the divine weapon and bring it back to Chang'an.
If Chu Tianshu, leave it to Dong Zhongshu and the others.
"Thinking of this, Dongfang Shuo picked up the Minghong Sword from the ground.
Suddenly, sharp golden thorns emerged from the handle and pierced the bloody right palm.
Regarding the pain in his palm, Dongfang Shuo's expression did not change.
Pain is nothing to an expert.
Especially those of them whose main task is to take orders from Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.
The burning man had fallen into the crowd, and the flames suddenly spread on the ground.
Dozens of people were instantly ignited and turned into ashes one by one.
The soldier slave that Ou Ye Chi Phosphorus transformed into has completely lost his mind.
He has only one thought in his mind, that is, to leave here.
His goal is the north.
There is his destined master.
Qin Xianer and others were helpless, the situation had changed beyond their imagination.
He couldn't help but look at Dong Zhongshu.
Dong Zhongshu said: "We have to take action this time.
Soldier Slave is an irrational being.
In his eyes, all of us are enemies."
Qin Xian'er nodded, but her ability could not be used head-on, so she could only retreat behind the scenes to assist.
On the steps of Jianjian Peak, Ou Yebailian frowned when he saw thousands of people gathered at the foot of the mountain.
The foot of the mountain is like a Shura field, and the blood has dyed the soil red.
"Didn't the people from the Nijian Sect come to them?
Why haven't they come yet?"
Ou Yebailian murmured in his heart.
At this moment, a disciple came forward to report: "Master Lu, all the sixty-four disciples at the foot of the mountain have died in the battle, and six old men who came to help have also died.
If these six mysterious old men hadn't stopped them, the people at the foot of the mountain would have attacked them by now."
After finishing speaking , this disciple was filled with emotion.
Hearing this, Ou Ye Bailian understood.
"It turns out that people have come a long time ago, but they are all dead.
But it is true that Nijianmen only sent six people this time.
They still said that this was the last request, so they acted perfunctorily.
But it seems that the people who came are not mediocre. , otherwise we can’t stop thousands of people,” Ou Ye Bailian murmured in his heart.
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Then he looked at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain.
This time, the Shura field turned into hell.
The flames continued to burn, and the burning man was extinguished in a blink of an eye.
The soldiers and slaves were extremely violent and their attacks were fierce.
The trend of more people has not resulted in any real improvement, but has increased the number of deaths.
In just a short moment, there were nearly 4,000 troops, and only more than 2,000 remained.
Dongfang Shuo has arrived in front of Bingnu, and the two have begun to fight.
Dongfang Shuo was powerless this time.
The soldier slave controlled by the divine weapon is very strong, no weaker than him in his prime.
In particular, the magic weapon in his hand has increased in strength and exerted more powerful combat effectiveness.
Looking at the Minghong Sword in his hand, Dongfang Shuo could only sigh.
"If my strength is low, I may also be controlled by the Minghong Sword.
Becoming a soldier slave is the spirit of all things.
Even a divine weapon cannot control people."
Thinking of this, Dongfang Shuo held the sword in his hand tighter.
The blood was continuously absorbed, and gradually, the originally golden blade began to glow with blood.
The battle between the divine soldiers and the divine soldiers produced violent aftermath, affecting all other people within a hundred meters nearby.
They were shattered one by one, and then ignited and turned into ashes.
On the steps, Lian Baibing came to Ou Ye Bailian and whispered: "Master Lu, should we use the divine sword to seal the slaves?"
Ou Yebailian stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "No, let the soldier slaves destroy the enemies at the foot of the mountain first.
Then what you said is not unreasonable.
Let the master of the sword prepare it.
This time, we must destroy all these greedy people.
Otherwise, no matter who wants to come in the future, Ask for the benefits of my sword-making city."
Lian Baibing nodded, turned and left.
The enemies at the foot of the mountain started to curse one by one.
"Sword Forging City, why don't you come and deal with the trouble you have caused, which has caused us innocent people to suffer?"
someone said.
This man was a short man with a wretched appearance.
Although he said so, his personal skills were extremely high and he was constantly avoiding the aftermath.
The ten masters from the Minyue royal family immediately left after seeing such a situation.
It's not easy for them to get involved in this matter.
Even if they join in, they won't get the slightest benefit, and they will end up offending Sword Forging City.
After considering the pros and cons, he left.
Gradually, more and more people left on their own, nearly a hundred people, but there were even more people left.
People's hearts are greedy, and no one will give up visible benefits.
Especially in this world where strength is respected, the significance of the magic weapon is far-reaching.
As long as you have the magic weapon, the person who is recognized as the master will have the strength to create a family.
The Flame Soldier Slave is covered in flames and is basically immune to ordinary attacks.
When the knife struck the body, there were only ripples, and then it recovered.
Flame is intangible and difficult to target.
But there is also a place for restraint, and that is water.
Unfortunately, the sun is blazing now, the sky is clear, and there is no sign of rain.
But there is someone who can change the atmosphere, and that is the great Confucian scholar Dong Zhongshu.
He can achieve this by turning imaginary into reality.
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Dong Zhongshu also began to do this.
"Spring thunders, summer rains are cold; autumn water sleeps and winter comes."
With the inspiration of the literary spirit, billowing dark clouds appeared in the sky, covering up the bright sun in the sky.
Suddenly the ground became cool.
"Rumble" thunder rolled and the cool breeze blew.
A few raindrops floated in the air, and the flames on the Pyro Soldier Slave's body dimmed a bit.
"Roar" Fire Man raised his head, his scarlet eyes looking angrily at the dark clouds in the sky.
The long red crystal stick in his hand suddenly swept into the air, accompanied by blossoming flames.
At this moment, Dongfang Shuo jumped into the air and slashed the Minghong Sword into the flames.
"Puff" the flame went out.
And in the clouds in the sky, things are brewing.
The rain fell to the ground, and suddenly a heavy rain poured down.
The Pyroman slaves roared angrily, and then a crimson spherical shield appeared around them, wrapping them to prevent them from being soaked by the rain.
But the clouds in the sky didn't end, and the heavy rain just started.
Gradually, the heavy rain condensed and turned into hailstones.
The hailstones all fell on the soldiers' heads as if they were conscious.
"Bang bang" fell on the shield and was immediately burned into water vapor.
Continuously reduce the energy on the shield.
The shield gradually dimmed.
With a "pop" sound, the shield shattered.
The Pyroman was immediately swept by hailstones, and the soaked areas on his body turned into black spots, but they were ignited by the fire in his body.
This is a war of attrition.
If the Pyroman cannot be eliminated, it can only be weakened.
On the stone steps of Jianjian Peak, when Ou Yebailian saw this, he understood that the Fire Man could no longer consume the enemies at the foot of the mountain.
At this time, Lian Baibing came over and nodded towards Ou Ye Bailian.
Ou Yebailian understood that the Master of the Divine Sword was ready.
From time to time, three old men came over holding three different swords.
"Zhongwu, Huanhai, and Lei Chan have met Lord Lu," the three of them nodded.
There was no respect or disdain in his tone, it was very flat.
They can be said to be Ou Ye Bailian's seniors.
The three of them have their own characteristics.
Chongwu is tall and tall, holding a giant sword, and has a sense of weight all over his body; Huanhai Misty and Shenjun, although old, can be seen that when he was young, he was a handsome man, holding a pure Jun sword; Lei Zen is a one-eyed old man with long silver-white hair.
He looks domineering and majestic, holding a Gongbu sword.
These three people are the masters of the three divine swords.
They have controlled the three swords for more than a hundred years.
They are considered to be the highest combat power in the Sword Forging City.
There is no crisis in the Sword Forging City.
Because the divine sword has the same pros and cons, using the divine sword, although it is powerful, But at the same time, you also need to consume your own luck.
When the energy is exhausted, the divine sword will turn away from its master and look for someone else.
Therefore, in order to master the divine sword, Sword Forging City is actually very embarrassed.
Unless the divine sword automatically recognizes its owner, only in this way will there be no loss.
Ou Yebailian said to the three of them respectfully: "I'm sorry to trouble you, the three guest elders."
The three of them did not reply, but continued to jump down from the Sword-inserting Peak.
Chongwu moved with great force and slashed down with his sword.
The fierce sword energy immediately crushed the hundreds of people below him into pieces.
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After landing, with a casual sweep, more than a hundred people were shot away, causing heavy casualties immediately.
The fantasy sea was relatively elegant, falling slowly to the ground without stirring up any soil.
The sword in his hand was just lightly swung, and a strange force instantly spread out.
The eyes of those affected by the wave became dull, and they immediately slashed at each other.
This time the death toll reached more than 500 people.
The domineering sword Gongbu held by Lei Chan was full of aura surging around his body.
No one could get close to him.
Within ten steps, anyone who came close would die.
Each one died miserably, being torn apart by the invisible sword energy.
The appearance of the three people made Dong Zhongshu and his party solemn.
They knew the details of Sword Forging City, but they still underestimated it.
"I didn't expect that there are three divine swords in the Sword Forging City: Juque, Chunjun, and Gongbu.
These three people are very handy in attacking.
They should be regarded as pseudo-army masters.
Using luck to control the divine weapons is not the right way, but even so, we can't resist.
"Dong Zhongshu already had the intention to retreat.
Qin Xian'er gritted her teeth and looked at Chu Tianshu on the stone steps of Jianjian Peak with hatred.
"Let's go."
After saying this, Qin Xianer left.
Wang Yuchun followed without hesitation, and the remaining outer disciples of Leyu, who had more than two hundred people, also followed in embarrassment.
Dong Zhongshu regained his temper, and the rain suddenly cleared up.
The Pyro Soldier slave lost his shackles, and the flames on his body solidified.
Dongfang Shuo's right arm holding Minghong Dao had dried up, and the flesh and blood essence had been absorbed by Minghong Dao.
But he didn't want to give up.
Even if he couldn't touch Chu Tianshu for the time being, he still wanted to seize the magic weapon stick.
But the power is stronger than the people, and people have to bow their heads under the eaves.
At this moment, Bingnuhuoren suddenly turned into a stream of flames and flew to the north.
Seeing this, Dongfang Shuo seemed to have discovered an opportunity.
Then he put his finger to his mouth and whistled.
Suddenly, a group of black-backed giant eagles flew in the sky, and they jumped on the eagle's back.
Dongfang Shuo quickly chased in the direction in which Huo Ren flew away.
There were only thirteen Ying Yang Guards left, and they all jumped on the backs of the eagles to pursue him.
The three old soldier leaders did not pursue them because they could not leave the Sword Forging City, otherwise they would not be able to suppress the Divine Sword.
However, the three of them are not disappointed, as long as they ensure the safety of Sword Forging City, the rest is not their obligation.
However, the killings still spread to those local Ren Xia who had not left.
The power of the Divine Sword cannot be violated, and Jin Fugui and Leng Ningxue died under the Gongbu Sword.
For a moment, blood stained the foot of Jianfeng.
After clearing the enemies in front of them, the three old men rushed back towards the stone steps of Sword Forging City.
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