Tang Zhao calmed down, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and concentrated on building the talisman to bridge the gap, but the battlefield over there was in chaos.
Shura City in the sky became more and more solid, and the swordsmen could see the wide and thick city walls and the beautiful architectural details below. The style of Shura City is full of weird fantasy, completely different from the buildings in Moyun City and Human World, but it does have a unique artistic aesthetic.
The sudden change in the resonance of heaven and earth just now made everyone nervous: This is an unprecedented disaster. If it is really caused by Shura City, does that mean that the enemy is unprecedentedly powerful?
Cui Yinsheng stared at the Shura City in the sky, his eyes gradually becoming bloodshot. The sudden change just now also disrupted his originally confident self-confidence.
"All the robes——" He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a sword as long as a large spear came out of its sheath and pointed straight at the sky. Pixiu raised his head at the same time and roared filial piety in front of him!
In Shura City, the door is opening, and the light behind the door is getting brighter and brighter, like an eye full of strangeness.
"Formation!"
At this time, in addition to the places where swordsmen and soldiers stayed, other positions inside and outside the sea of clouds were filled with countless bean sprouts. Unlike Tang Zhao's hard-working tool men, these bean sprout men are indeed called "sprout soldiers". They are neatly arranged and have a clear formation. Their slender bodies stand upright, and their heights are all level. They actually have a military appearance.
Although the Ya soldiers had no equipment, they only had a cast-iron spear that was about one foot long in their hands. But from a distance, the spears are like a forest, the soldiers are like clouds, the formations are filling the mountains and seas, and the momentum of the army is rising steadily.
It is this kind of momentum that Pixiu Sword wants.
The commander waved the flag, and all the soldiers followed the flag.
When a flag moves, one person moves forward.
When the two flags move, ten people form a team.
Three flags move, a hundred people make a song——
Thousands of people form a regiment, ten thousand people form an army...
One person, ten people, hundreds of people, thousands of people, ten thousand people!
Eight or nine thousand bud soldiers, led by more than a hundred soldiers, raised their spears to the sky and shouted long live the mountains.
When one person goes into battle, it is not obvious. When ten people form a team, there is an inexplicable momentum rising. When a hundred people line up, the clanging aura of killing is ready to come out. When there are thousands of people, the killing aura The Qi was so solid that it was visible to the naked eye, condensed into ropes, nets, and cages, and rushed towards...
On Pixiu on the handsome stage!
Pixiu was urged by the momentum, and his body suddenly swelled up, as if he had exerted his magical power to control the sky and the earth. He had grown to more than ten feet, and his military killing aura suppressed all living beings like a mountain. He was already like a real divine beast!
This is the Pixiu Sword.
The Pixiu Sword is originally the sword of elite soldiers and strong generals, and it is also the sword of thousands of armies.
Any momentum gathered by the military formation can bless the Pixiu Sword. This is called "borrowing momentum". The more people there are, the greater the momentum, and the stronger the power of the Pixiu Sword.
And this suppression is increasing exponentially. If there are thousands of troops and horses, their momentum rises into the sky, and a single sword move can shake the stars and turn the world upside down!
So people say that Pixiu Sword Cui Yinsheng can lead troops, the more the better!
It's a pity that although there are thousands of people now, they are still bud soldiers. The bud soldiers only have the momentum of being arranged in a neat queue, and there is no murderous or evil spirit at all.
That kind of murderous intent condensed into substance can only be accumulated by hundreds of refined soldiers through countless battlefield killings and war experience, and cannot be easily imitated. Sprout soldiers are just little soldiers that grow out of the soil. They are as pure as a handful of bean sprouts. They are only rustic, how can they have murderous intent?
A hundred bud soldiers are not as powerful as one real old pawn.
If we talk about combat effectiveness, it's almost the same.
This is why the convenient and easy-to-use bud soldiers are not widespread in Qiancheng, or even not very popular.
Except for Moyun City, other cities will not raise large numbers of bud soldiers. They are not even qualified as cannon fodder. They can only be used for hard work such as repairing the city and moving rocks.
Only the Pixiu Sword sometimes uses them to support its momentum. Nearly ten thousand bud soldiers, even with just flags and spears, are enough to cut off the flow with whips.
Seen from a distance, the tens of thousands of bud soldiers look so spectacular and their momentum soars into the sky.
They are not afraid or confused, they hold their ground and their momentum is endless.
As long as the momentum continues, the large army will not be in chaos, and the overall situation will appear to be stable, which in turn will increase morale. The mortal soldiers who led them were also able to remain stable. These ordinary people with the ultimate combat power also found the meaning of staying here to fight. Bud soldiers and soldiers complement each other.
In addition to the borrowed aura, Pixiu Sword's own aura is also rising steadily. The sword essence surges from the sword and wraps around the aura, both of which strengthen it.
Cui Yinsheng's eyes were fixed on the city in the sky. He was still thinking about Tang Zhao who was struggling in the middle of the rift. He wanted to know the progress of bridging the rift, but he really didn't have the attention to devote to them. He could only hope that he would pick it up halfway. The returning Talisman Sword Master is powerful enough to have the final say.
Whoosh whoosh——
As the commander's flag waved, dozens of swordsmen drew their swords one after another. According to military discipline, they did not use their sword elephants in advance. Only sword energy criss-crossed the air, and their momentum increased again.
Swordsmen are different from ordinary soldiers in that their swords protect them. Unless the swordsman is willing, their momentum will not be directly borrowed by the Pixiu Sword. In a non-emergency situation, even Cui Yinsheng would not ask all the swordsmen to open their sword hearts and draw the sword energy into themselves, because that would make one person's power completely suppress all the swordsmen present and prevent everyone's sword intention from being extended. Even the sword elephant cannot be released. Although his power will increase greatly, the overall strength of the legion will decrease.
The momentum of our own side is rising, but it is very inspiring. For a time, the momentum of the three-level military formation - swordsman - general has become one, and it is time to prepare for attack.
"Roar--"
A loud roar came from the sky.
Although the sound was fierce and loud, it didn't seem to be the sound of an animal. Instead, it seemed to come from a human throat.
The Shura City in the sky was finally completely solidified, and the city was solid and stable, as if it had been hanging high in the sky since ancient times.
Cui Yinsheng gave a "drink" and said loudly: "Friends on the opposite side. Which one are you from? The gap between the two realms is closed, and the demons cannot enter. Do you still remember the rules between the two realms? It's your king who wants to challenge me. Provocative?"
He was answered with roars of filial piety one after another.
There is more than one person on the opposite side, and there are thousands of troops ready to attack. Judging from the roars that erupted from the depths of their throats, they were more like a pack of hungry wolves than soldiers and horses.
Cui Yinsheng smiled instead and said coldly: "This is a case of meeting someone who doesn't understand the rules. Well, the ignorant are not guilty, and the ignorant will die without complaint!"
As he spoke, his sword energy surged, as if he was about to pierce the city wall and counterattack in the next moment. But in the end, the sword energy only rose into the air like a torch.
After all, Moyun City is the defender, and even Qianqian City is also the defender. They are bound by rules. When faced with such a powerful enemy as the Shura Tribe, they must act proactively, strictly abide by all rules, and do not follow the truth.
Cui Yinsheng has a hot temper, but he has a heavy responsibility and must put the overall situation first. He has been on the front line for a long time, and he is well aware of some secret situations and taboos. Only when the demon takes the initiative to attack the human world can he legitimately go to war, otherwise he may violate deeper taboos. .
But soon.
He raised his head and saw the figure looming in front of the door.
"alright!"
At the same time, on the floating board, Tang Zhao carved the final stroke.
Under the complicated gaze of Elder Ou Ye on the opposite side of the bronze mirror, Tang Zhao shouted in peace and asked all the bean sprout soldiers to work together to push the huge stone several feet high into the depths of the sea of clouds——
Others may not be able to see clearly, but in Tang Zhao's eyes, the boulder is exactly the shape of a gap that has been reduced hundreds of times. Its edges resemble lakes and lakes, shrinking and stretching at any time.
Fluttering and flickering, the boulder finally flew to a very delicate position, and formed a layered and regular corner between the formations that had been placed next to the fissure.
"Mi——"
Beams of light emitted from the formation's feet, like whirlpools, spiraling around the formation's eyes, like countless screws tightening nuts.
The array eye immediately started to rotate, and layers of invisible air pillars emitted from the surrounding area. They were constantly expanding, growing layer by layer along a special trajectory. It's like a big hand tightening a bottle cap.
Behind the fastest extending air column, there is another layer of small, flashing flames that are constantly expanding, and in the inner layer, a viscous, shapeless liquid is about to flow out.
Layer upon layer, the energy in the boulder stretches out into the cracks like a layer cake. Until each layer expands to the edge of the gap, firmly blocking the gap.
The first layer that is fastened is the outermost and lightest wind layer!
Whether it can be fastened tightly depends on the tenon joints on the first layer.
The wind layer is invisible to the naked eye, and its stable extension is almost impossible to capture. But in Tang Zhao's eyes, the boundary has completely transformed into the shape of a gap through complex transformations.
"I can catch it!"
Almost as he came to a conclusion, the gap seemed to shake, and then suddenly stabilized. The surrounding sea of clouds also stopped churning at the same time, as if time stood still at this moment.
Sticky!
The gap was like a wound covered with transparent ointment. The twitching stopped and the blood loss stopped.
It's just that the wound has not healed, and it doesn't even seem to be narrowing. That can only be achieved if the second fire layer, the third water layer, and even the fourth earth layer are completely covered.
I'm afraid it won't be a moment. The second layer is ten times slower than the first layer, and the third layer is ten times slower again...
What Tang Zhao was afraid of was that the other side would rush over and wash away all the good repair materials before the second level could be raised, which would be a useless effort.
In any case, his mission as a Talisman Sword Master has come to an end. Since the Talisman Stone was let go, there is no room for adjustment.
Now it’s time to fight!
He drew his sword and glanced at the two shadows in the sky and in the cave.
For the final victory, he must continue to contribute his own strength and fight like a swordsman.
After he made up his mind to draw the sword, the fairy who had been floating quietly behind him shook her head. Although she was not sarcastic, her indifferent facial features seemed to show dissatisfaction, and she spoke silently, as if to say: "Clumsy!"
