The battle situation on the southwest road showed a one-sided trend, and the Qinglong Battalion, under the leadership of Zhou Heyang, was like a dragon with teeth and claws, showing its vigor and strength in the sky, and more than 30 teams of ten people attacked and defended, echoing each other, like thirty sharp knives inserted into the loose battle formation composed of the monks of the Heavenly Dome Sect, completely breaking them up.
Compared with the powerful combat power shown by the Southwest Road Sky Survey Academy, the garrison was like a plate of scattered sand, although their battle formation had also been carefully trained, but after all, these monks had not experienced life and death, and had not faced those terrifying monsters and ghosts in the Heavenly Dome Mountain Range.
But who could expect some monks who tossed and turned between the cave and the library all day long to be as sharp as battle-hardened butchers when they first picked up a butcher's knife, but the price they paid for it was death.
The flying sword in Zhou Heyang's hand turned into a boundless stream of fireflies and hit the Heavenly Dome Monk on the opposite side, and in an instant, four or five Qi Cultivation Monks were beaten into a sieve, and the corpses fell into dust from the flying magic weapon like a wooden stake, splashing countless ashes.
If you follow the usual drills of the battle formation, there should be a team of people in charge of defense at this time to attract the opponent's strong main attackers and seek space for their own attack troops to attack.
However, due to the unfamiliarity of cooperation with each other, the monks of the four or five teams who were in charge of defense were attracted by the attack of more than thirty monks of the Green Dragon Battalion with stragglers who seemed to be full of rain but were actually very powerful, and they were unable to withdraw.
The direct result of this is to expose their weakly defended abdomen to the strongest part of the Blue Dragon Battalion's attack power, and the result can be imagined.
Zhou Heyang became more and more courageous the more he fought, and the flying sword turned into a green dragon of a divine horse, slashing at the opponent's Heavenly Dome monk with the momentum of wind and thunder.
Seeing that something was wrong, the three Zhuji monks hurriedly sacrificed their defensive magic weapons, how could these ordinary defensive magic weapons withstand the full force of the late Jindan monks, and with the crackling cracking sound, the defensive magic weapons fell from the sky like crushed egg shells, with a slight residual halo.
And the three foundation building monks opened their mouths, but before they could exhale that scream, they were torn to pieces by the green dragon.
Qin Luoshui's hair was a little messy, and this monk, who had always paid attention to appearance, was also a little embarrassed at this moment.
Three feet in front of him, there was a flying sword with a touch of blood red on its body, and this sword called the remnant sun.
It was only because a ball of essence blood was condensed when it was refined, and a trace of blood like a remnant sun appeared on the body of the sword, so it got this name.
This sword has been with Qin Luoshui all over the world for decades, and he has never encountered such an embarrassing scene.
The three teams of ten people on the opposite side attacked at the same time, and the magic weapons of thirty people floated in the air, like a puddle of broken silver, in the face of such a momentum, even if Qin Luoshui was a mid-stage Jindan monk, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Monk Jindan is also a physical body, although he has the Gang Qi of protecting the body, but this layer of Gang Qi of the body protection is as fragile as a layer of white paper in the face of the magic weapon.
Unless there is a specialized body refining cultivator, he can rely on the perennial tempering of the body to harden the opponent's magic weapon attack, but in the face of the continuous attack of thirty rounds of magic weapons, no matter how strong the body refining monk is, he can't stop it.
The Remnant Sun Sword shook slightly, and suddenly went against the trend, directly taking a foundation-building monk on the opposite side.
However, this monk didn't even dodge, his mind moved slightly, and his magic weapon shot towards Qin Luoshui through a silver arc, and the thirty magic weapons of various colors hanging in the air also hit Qin Luoshui like a storm.
If he still wanted to take the life of that foundation building monk, Qin Luoshui would naturally be able to do it, but the price he paid would also be painful, unless he had the confidence to be able to prevent all these magic weapons.
Qin Luoshui shook his head hatefully, and his body turned into a ball of brilliance and retreated backwards.
The commander had withdrawn, his men naturally fell apart, and the garrison finally managed to withdraw from the attack range of the Qinglong Battalion after leaving behind more than a hundred corpses.
Zhou Heyang made a gesture of pursuit, and the Qinglong battalion chased down in the direction of the other party's retreat.
The so-called defeat was like a mountain, and Qin Luoshui took the embarrassed Heavenly Dome Monk to circle around Taibai Peak.
This point is strictly implemented in accordance with Gu Siqin's instructions.
The cannon continued to unleash its rage, and the earth shook in a low way from time to time, like an old man coughing violently in autumn and winter.
Every time there was a shock, the faces of the monks on both sides who were fighting in the narrow hilly area would turn a little whiter, and the Xuanhuo Bullet was not long-sighted, who knew which one it would hit.
There were more than a dozen monks who were hit by a Xuanhuo bomb, and there was not even ashes left in the explosion.
They are like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, knowing that they have a knife hanging over their heads, but they cannot escape it, and their only hope is that this nightmare will soon be over.
After a fierce battle, the watchtower in the southwest was successfully demolished, the black breeches of the ten Xuan artillery became red, and the formation patterns on the cannon body were particularly dazzling.
Firing ten shells in a row is already the limit, and if you fire it again, I am afraid that it will explode. ” Jiang Baichuan snorted and said with some disdain: "You can't shoot ten shots."
What kind of weapon is this called a weapon of the country, and it is almost the same as being used to bluff people.
Passing on my order, the 500-strong Cold Star Crossbow Team is ready to cut in from the west road and shoot the monks of the Heavenly Dome Sect into hedgehogs. ” When Shangguan Luoyu heard this, the muscles on his face twitched a few times, and he hurriedly said: "Your Highness, our Vermilion Bird Battalion has not yet withdrawn from Zhengxi Road, the power of the Cold Star Crossbow is too great, and the old minister is worried that it will hurt his own people." ” Jiang Baichuan said angrily: "Why did the Qing family say this, although I am young, I also know the truth that everything cannot be looked forward to, especially when the two armies are in conflict.
I can only get it if I give it up, and if I can get the entire Taibai Peak, what is it if I have a few monks from the Vermilion Bird Camp who have died. ” Shangguan Luoyu's face was pale, and his heart was cold, this prince was known as the most potential monk of the Jiang family, but his hands were very dark, and he had to be careful in the future.
He looked weakly at the East China Sea Fishing Sect, wanting him to help him advise, after all, there were still more than two hundred monks in the Vermilion Bird Camp still fighting.
Donghai Diaosu was also frightened by Jiang Baichuan's remarks, and hurriedly said: "The old minister also thinks that this matter should not be rushed.
First, we don't know what means the Heavenly Dome Sect still has left, if we make a rash move, even if we can take down all the defenses in the middle lane, the other party still has a mountain patrol array, and now the divine artillery can't be used, and if you want to completely use people to tear apart the magic circle, it is tantamount to taking a chestnut in the fire.
Second, the number of Cold Star Crossbows is limited, and each monk is only equipped with ten rounds, so it is best to save them for a fatal hit. ” Jiang Baichuan's face sank like water, and he said coldly: "You two are too conservative, and you don't dare to change the sun and moon into a new sky, which makes me extremely disappointed."
That's it, you can watch this battle, I'll go back.
After that, he threw his hand back to his Chinese army tent.
Donghai Fisherman, look at me, I'll look at you, the two of them were so shocked that they couldn't speak.
The two made a unanimous decision, and Ming Jin withdrew his troops.
The remnant sun of the West Heaven is like blood, as if God is looking at the world with a blood-red eye, laughing at their absurdity and stupidity.
The thirty-mile-long strip was full of human stumps and severed arms, and dark red organs could be found everywhere.
The charred flesh emitted this disgusting smell, and the heavens and the earth became inaudible.
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It was a complete breath of death, and even the scavenging crows were so frightened by the terrible sight that they did not dare to wander forward.
As the night grew darker, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, instantly illuminating the valley as bright as day.
Rainfall from the sky, sweeping the bloody hills and trees.
The sky wanted to use the rain to extinguish the netherworld fire released in the dark night, and dilute the breath of death on the hills.
The bitter west wind passed through the hills, through the trees, through the charred corpses, through the white bones of the forest, and a whimper came from the wind, and I don't know if it was the sound of the wind, or if someone was crying in the first place.
This battle proves from another perspective that monks are also living people, not immortals, although they always like to add an immortal character to their realm, although their longevity seems to be infinite, but they are only a long-lived person.
Compared with the true way of heaven and earth, it is nothing.
If it is only compared to the life span, a tree, a plum, a wooden chair, and a stone tablet, which is not longer than the existence of monks, can they be called immortals?
It is believed that immortals are the masters of heaven and earth, so they can stand on the sky and overlook everything in the world, but in fact, even if there is no heavenly calamity, these so-called heavenly immortals will die in mutual hatred, which is what the god of creation implanted in their bloodlines when he created the species.
Taibai Peak, in front of the moon platform.
Hundreds of monks gathered in silence and sang an elegy in mourning for the dead monks.
Gu Siqin stood on top of a boulder, his hair scattered, his eyes sad, and a long sword like frost and snow in his hand, wielding it lightly, as if to sever the connection between the dead undead and this world.
Someone in the crowd began to cry sadly, and it didn't matter if they were strong or not, it was just human nature.
Chen Yunsheng lowered his head silently, and his sadness was like flowing water into his skin with the night, reaching his heart, this kind of pain was also like the sorrow of hanging his parents on the bank of the Baishui River, and like the panic of escaping from Lingyun Peak that day.
Jiang Xueqin was not far from him, the woman's inky black hair fluttered lightly in the wind, she lightly opened her lips, and her poignant singing voice aroused the sadness in Chen Yunsheng's heart, he asked over and over again, why is this, but no one between heaven and earth can answer him. “ In the night, I bid you farewell, The people of the Howling Heavens.
The cold starlight takes away your anger, The scorching wildfire burns out your shell.
The long river that flows washes away your soul, The wind and frost belt like a knife has worn away my memory of you.
Maybe one day I'll see you on the banks of the River Styx, I'll bring a jug of cloudy wine, Please bring that hairpin flower.
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