In just an instant, Li Anting judged that it was absolutely too late to evacuate.
Because it is necessary to guide the flow of thousands of people at a very fast speed, at least a thousand formed armies in peacetime, and at this time there is no known number of transactions taking place in the bazaar, and just letting those small traders evacuate regardless of the goods on the stalls will cause unknown chaotic consequences.
There is absolutely no time to evacuate, so you can only stop him at all costs.
However, just as his vest was chilling and he wanted to let out another loud shout, a whining sound sounded above the street, in the still cold sky.
This is the sound of the military horn of the army watchman.
Li Anting's scalp was shocked, and his spirit was also lifted, and he reacted at this time, because seeing the other party kill Su Zhongwen in front of him, he lost his mind a little and forgot an important thing.
Previously, when he found out that the painter and Su Zhongwen were already fighting, when he rushed forward with all his strength as a vanguard, he had already ordered his lieutenant general to command the whole army.
So any orders he gives now are only valid for these green wolf heavy armored sergeants around him.
Those observers from high places will see the situation and the other party's intentions earlier than themselves, and will respond more quickly Only when the military horn sounded and his spirit was lifted, a violent and loud sound of "knock", "knock" and "knock" sounded like thunder, covering the sound of the military horn, and even overpowering the shouting and killing in the streets and alleys, and the explosion of the painter when he forced through the house.
This is the drums of war of the Yun Qin army In the distance, on six carriages, there were black war drums more than one person high on six sides, and in front of each war drum, there was a naked giant man, holding a hammering stick in both hands, beating the war drum violently.
The sound of knocking was almost all over the city, and people couldn't help but feel the blood boiling.
Every impact even caused the skin of these giants' faces to tremble like ripples.
Amid the thunderous drums of war, dozens of heavily armored cavalry began a fierce assault on the man's house.
The dozens of strongest horses in the army and the riders on their bodies were all dressed in black metal armor, and each heavily armored rider was holding a heavy mace in his hands.
And behind each of the horses was a huge log that was no longer than the weight of a carriage.
Because these war horses ran extremely violently, under the rolling and colliding with the uneven ground, some of the war horses were rolling logs, and even jumped up and jumped in the air.
These dozens of heavily armored war horses, together with the heavily armored cavalry above, were all indomitable, no matter what was in front of them, they all resolutely jumped forward and crashed in.
It's a stunning sight.
Some of the horses crashed into the wall entirely, some only hit half of it, some jumped on the flat roof, and then collapsed the roof, and pressed down violently, and some broke several walls in a row, and continued to move forward.
Just a few breaths, at least more than half of the war horses fell to the ground in a tragic neigh, but under the impact of these dozens of heavily armored war horses, this piece of private houses, like a piece of land, was almost completely plowed, and a large number of houses were shattered and collapsed in an instant.
The painter suddenly seemed to have lost his cover, and was in a chaotic ruin, surrounded by dust and smoke, forming an unusually thick fog.
The sound of horses' hooves was still roaring.
While the first wave of dozens of heavily armored horses neighed to the ground or continued to rush forward, the second wave of cavalry had already rushed into the ruins where the dust had just begun to spread.
It was a cavalry of lightly armored cavalry, horses and saddle riders, all dressed in black leather armor, like black lightning bolts shot into the fog.
"Dragnet" A sound was clearly issued by different school officers, but the uniform, and the same cold and iron-blooded military orders sounded in a low voice at this time.
Like flying a kite, the top of these cavalry troops, suddenly because of the violent shaking and dragging, a large net of cold light flickered up, and they all fell towards the direction where the painter was.
Each of these nets is made of steel wires, and is covered with many barbs and sharp blades.
The artist's face under the colorful mask turned unusually pale.
Although he has experienced a lot of battles in his life, he has never had the experience of being completely exposed and his location completely locked up by an army, so he has never had the experience of fighting a real Yunqin regular army, and at this moment, he completely believes in the rumor in the cultivation world that it is impossible for any cultivator to resist the army, and it is impossible for him to override the army.
His cultivation was already close to the peak of the Great Power Division, and looking at the entire Qixia Province, he couldn't find a few cultivators who could be stronger than him, but no matter how fast he was, it was impossible for him to directly avoid this iron net that completely shrouded a radius of hundreds of steps, and even at the cost of enveloping the people in his army.
He can't directly dodge with speed, only to break through the net with strength "Snort" The two long knives in his hands kept slashing forward, cutting through the steel wire nets that he had covered him with.
But these two long knives were just ordinary hundred steel long knives that he snatched, and under the wrapping of his soul power eruption, although these two long knives also emitted dazzling light throughout their bodies, they could no longer bear it, and the entire blade body cracked open and began to disintegrate extremely quickly.
"Hook Scythe" "Suo" For the cultivators, the low and cold sound of the military order like a talisman sounded again.
At this moment, in the dust and smoke, the painter was still moving forward very fast, but he couldn't see how many sergeants around him had been killed.
Only those who watched from a high place outside could see clearly that there were two waves, nearly one hundred and fifty infantrymen, already running at full speed, rushing into the thick dust, stepping on more smoke and dust.
Chain hooked scythes flew out of the hands of the second wave of infantry and hurled them at the painter.
The first wave of infantry, already in groups of more than ten people, tore open thick iron cables, and this group of sergeants just pulled these iron cables and ran forward, trying to tie up the painter.
The face under the artist's mask became even more frightened and pale.
Facing the hook and sickle that pierced out of the smoke and dust and roared in all directions, the double knives in his hand turned into two whirlwinds at an extremely fast speed, instantly slashing out all the blades that were approaching him for the first time, but in the violent impact of gold and iron, the double knives in his hands completely collapsed, leaving only two hilts in his hands.
In such a very short period of time, he had no choice but to erupt his soul power again and spread it all over his body.
Under the pervasive soul power of the Great Power Master Rank, the skin of his entire body turned pale yellow, and shimmered with a luster like gold and iron.
All the hook and sickle that fell on him failed to cut into his skin, and they were all shaken out, and several chains that had just touched his body were also cut off by the hook and sickle that he snatched in his hand.
"Put" However, at this moment, another military order came from the dense fog.
With this sound, the sound of military orders sounded a burst of gold and iron hinges.
In the sky, there was a terrible sound of breaking the sky.
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When the painter looked up, he saw that the crossbow arrows, which were several times thicker than ordinary crossbow arrows, fell sharply in the air.
He knew that the first batch of troops of the city defense army had already arrived, and some of the city defense army's ordnance specially designed to deal with cultivators had also begun to be invested.
Lin Xi crouched quietly in an attic outside the alley.
From beginning to end, he saw the painter's pursuit of Su Zhongwen, and the siege and killing of the painter by the Yun Qin army.
Although he is already a famous general in the Dragon and Snake Border Army, and he is already very familiar with the army, whether it is the strangulation of the army and the cave barbarian army, or the strangulation of the large army and the army in the Biluo Border Army, it is completely different from the siege and killing of cultivators by the Yunqin army in front of him.
The scenes that are happening at this moment also make his heart extremely shocked.
Although he had been reminded by Dean Zhang as early as when he entered Qingluan Academy, saying that there were no invincible cultivators in this world, he also knew that the meaning of the existence of the army itself, in addition to defending against external enemies, was also about being in peace, and also about deterring and killing powerful cultivators.
But only at this moment, when you are really in this kind of city, in an area where there is no cover or terrain cover, and see the army besieging and killing a lone cultivator, can you truly appreciate the horror of the army.
Although most of the troops are ordinary people who are vulnerable to cultivators, the military has a lot of ordnance specifically for cultivators.
At this moment, although the painter who was still advancing in the battle group still looked extremely powerful, and those elite soldiers of Yun Qin were extremely weak, Lin Xi knew very well that in this situation, the painter had been forced to spew soul power with all his strength to avoid being killed, in this situation, the painter's soul power consumption was extremely amazing, at least Lin Xi was sure that he would never be able to approach the big bazaar in the city.
In the distance, there was clearly the sound of the more powerful heavy ordnance of the Moon-Piercing Ballista, and something that was truly lethal to the Great Power Master Rank cultivators was also being delivered.
Lin Xi knew that he still underestimated the combat power of Yun Qin's army, and knew that it was impossible for the painter to escape, and if he wanted to directly use the painter to bring Zhang Lingyun in by the way, it should not work, and he had to think of other methods.
But at this moment, his brow suddenly furrowed.
Because at this moment, he saw that the painter suddenly changed the direction of the impact, no longer like the direction of the bazaar, but a large amount of soul power gushed out from his feet, throwing himself like a projectile, and fleeing towards the direction of the inn where he had stayed before.
What's in that place This piece of street and alley itself has been officially acquired to build several yarn mills, and the residents inside have been emptied, so Lin Xi chose such a place.
With the painter's soul power consumption rate, I'm afraid that he can't get close to his original inn, and his soul power will be exhausted.
It stands to reason that his only chance of survival is to rush into an unusually densely populated area, as he had previously envisioned, and make the army unshackled.
But from this neighborhood to his original inn, it was a sparsely populated area, so what did he rush to that place for: