At the top of the inner city, Mu Qingling looked pale as she watched the bloody cavalry charging at the city.
Zhu Shiwu's 500 elite cavalry flanked the undead cavalry. Three hundred people fell down in an instant, and blood spread directly over half of the battlefield.
"Line up!!" Zhu Shiwu yelled, and when he raised his hand, he realized that the lance in his hand had been broken, the jaws were cracked, the bones were visible, and the whole palm was red with blood.
The remaining cavalry formed a team, but they were frightened and did not dare to charge again.
Because the outcome of the second charge is doomed, that is, none of them will survive!
"Open the city gate!" The side gate of the inner city was opened, and the shouts of killing shook the sky. A thousand elite cavalry battalions came out of the east gate, a thousand elites came out of the west gate, and a thousand elites came out of the main gate.
Mu Chen put on his armor and went to the top of the city. His crossbowmen were in position. Five hundred crossbowmen were full of strings. Their arrows were shining with cold light, pointing at the undead cavalry who kept rushing out of the corridor.
"Fire the arrow!!" Mu Chen yelled, his handsome face stained with an abnormal blush.
"Shua!!——"
The arrows shot straight at a distance of a hundred steps, and countless undead cavalry were riddled with holes by the arrows.
"Formation! Formation!!" Chen Deng shouted outside the city, but the shield bearers suffered heavy casualties in the second round of charge, and the formation could no longer be extended.
In the third round of charge, the undead cavalry swarmed up and broke up the shield array in an instant. Three hundred shield-bearers were instantly trampled into the billowing dust by skeleton horses, and screams came one after another!
"kill!!--"
The spearmen faced the cavalry raiding formation.
But what they faced was a cavalry column that had been dead for seventy years. They didn't know what fear was, so they rushed towards Lin Li's spears one by one.
The first row of cavalry was directly trapped into a hornet's nest.
But the majestic force of the charge pushed the spearmen to fly out, and swept across the spearmen formation in an instant, smashing the spearmen formation into pieces.
"Cavalry battalion, charge!!" The main gate of the inner city opened wide, and a thousand heavily armored cavalry rode out of the city. The iron cavalry broke the floor, and the mountain torrents rolled into the canyon, charging towards the undead cavalry.
Military clashes!
Tragic.
The cavalry charging at high speed collided hard with each other, causing them to fall over. Countless horses screamed and died immediately. The cavalry flew more than three feet away, were trampled over, and could not get up again.
…
Bai Ze no longer knew how many swords were drawn, nor how many cavalrymen rushed past him.
The remains of the cavalry piled at his feet were already three feet high. The unknown cavalry general's eyes were red, as if lava was flowing in them, and he stared at Bai Ze's charging figure.
"Humanity...death..." The nameless cavalry general spoke, slicing his saber across, and rushed towards Bai Ze on horseback.
The demonic aura stirred up, and Bai Ze felt a chill in his heart. Before the words "Be careful" from the Nine-Colored Spirit Deer could be heard in his mind, he had already been stabbed in the back.
The hooves as big as the mouth of the skeleton war horse kicked off Bai Ze's back and knocked him to the ground.
"Poof!" Bai Ze spurted out a mouthful of blood, endless undead cavalry swarmed up, skeleton war horses galloped over, and hundreds of horse hooves trampled down!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
At the moment of life and death, Bai Ze could only hear his own heartbeat, which was like ancient thunder, shocking the entire soul sea.
The unknown cavalry general sat arrogantly on the skeleton war horse, slashing his saber down to take the head of the young man in black armor!
"Ouch!!——"
The dragon's roar shook the world.
Bai Ze raised his head to the sky and roared, but what came out was the roar of a dragon.
The young man's dark pupils were lit up by the molten gold, the knotted veins popped out, the bones all over Bai Ze's body crackled, the ancient black and yellow aura swept out, and the three armies were shocked!
At the top of Weicheng City, Zhao Dun and Xian Zhen looked sideways at the same time.
The seal on a page is loose.
The dragon soul awakens!
In Bai Ze's arms, green scales were hovering over the young man's heart excitedly, and his snake eyes were fiercely bright.
Bai Ze's mind was in chaos.
But he clearly remembered Xie Xuan's superior swordsmanship when he leveled the hills with one sword outside Liuzhuang half a year ago.
In a trance, Bai Ze seemed to travel through time and space, and saw the unknown swordsman ten years ago under the tree in Liuzhuang, quietly looking at the thousand-year-old willow tree forty-nine days, and realized the sword of heaven.
"One sword of Fuliu, three thousand Qi!" Bai Ze laughed wildly, the dragon soul stimulated the rich innate pure Yang Qi in his body, and thrust out the Qingshuang Sword, only to hear a loud roar!
"Shuashuashua!!——"
Endless sword energy came out from the Qingshuang Sword and swept in all directions.
The ten-foot-wide corridor of Zhengyang Gate was widened by another ten feet. The huge sword energy rushed out of Zhengyang Gate like an angry dragon, killing six hundred riders with one sword!
silence.
The dusty corridor was filled with dead silence.
Bai Ze trembled all over, and pale golden blood flowed from his nostrils. The pores on the right hand where the sword was drawn were all opened, and it was wrapped in a layer of viscous blood that overflowed from the skin.
The unknown cavalryman knelt down and never stood up again.
After five breaths, the vacuum was filled, and the undead cavalry rushed into the corridor again, running towards the black-armored young man in the center of the corridor.
Qing Lin reached out from Bai Ze's collar, spit out the snake letter and made a hissing sound. The eyes of the boy dominated by the dragon soul were fierce, and the molten gold vertical pupils were filled with the violence of blood and fire.
That is the look of the Dragon King looking down on all living beings.
"Huh..." Mu Chen heard a sigh at the top of the inner city. As soon as he turned around, the girl holding the umbrella had already crossed the top of the city and flew towards the black torrent that was constantly rushing out of the corridor.
The girl was dressed in a fox fur coat and was hugged tightly by the maid on the top of the city. The wide sleeves of her underskirt were wrapped and tied up. Her waterfall-like black hair hung down behind her head. When the biting winter wind blew, it spread like clouds and mist in Wushan.
Behind the girl, the swordsman in coir raincoat also followed down the city and flew towards the feathered cavalry, the elite division of the Jin Kingdom seventy years ago.
"Miss Yu?" Mu Chen was stunned.
The paper umbrella was opened in mid-air and fell with the wind. Yu Youwei casually pulled out the famous sword in the handle of the umbrella. The autumn water was rippled, and he killed more than a hundred riders with one sword.
The crane-like girl and the pine-like swordsman rushed into the black torrent, going backwards, and countless undead cavalry fell under their swords.
Mu Chen was stunned.
Chen Deng was also stunned.
Zhu Shiwu, who was the only rough man, cursed "f*ck", and the hairs all over his body stood up. He was so excited by the back of the girl and the swordsman that he just wanted to rush and kill in the enemy formation!
Bai Ze was laughing wildly.
The ancient will to kill dominated his soul sea. The dragon woke up and wanted thousands of creatures to surrender under its feet.
The Qingshuang Sword was as bright as a pillar, and was held in Bai Ze's hand, blocking the fearless charge of three thousand undead cavalry.
At the top of Weicheng City, the naked demon general forced Zhao Dun back with a sword and jumped off the top of the city.
"Don't leave!" Zhao Dun wiped away the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth, raised his knife and was about to catch up.
But the dense army of the dead who had already climbed up to the top of the city received instructions from the buglers below the city, swarmed forward, rushed towards Zhao Dun, and delayed his movements.
"Kill, kill, kill!!" Bai Ze laughed loudly, his eyes turning red.
A hand as white as jade stretched out from behind and patted Bai Ze's shoulder gently.
"Master." Yu Youwei called him.
Bai Ze was startled, turned around suddenly, raised his sword and was about to strike. But the sword did not fall. Yu Youwei slapped Bai Ze on the shoulder, as if cool spring water washed over the violent spirit.
The red-gold eyes saw the girl's face clearly.
"Yu Youwei?" Bai Ze asked her, "So you didn't leave the city and are still here."
"I'm here." Yu Youwei nodded.
The coir raincoat swordsman suddenly raised his head and saw a black shadow falling from the sky. It was the famous national war general, Xian Zhen!
"boom!!--"
Xian Zhen stood naked on the ruins of the corridor, carrying his famous sword to overcome the tribulation, and looked at the dragon-turned-youngster indifferently with his scarlet magic eyes.
Bai Ze turned around and saw Xian Zhen. The soul sea controlled by the dragon soul gradually became clearer. He recognized the man wrapped in demonic energy and realized that his presence here meant that something might have happened to Zhao Dun.
"Dragon soul." Xian Zhen said two words, and the undead cavalry rushed out from behind him, but seemed to meet the mainstay, separated from the middle, and galloped past the four people, as if they could not see the four people.
"Xian Zhen." Bai Ze said.
Upon hearing this, Xian Zhen's blood-red eyes met Bai Ze's red-gold dragon pupils. The two of them were stunned at the same time.
Bai Ze saw a lonely general sitting in the mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, holding a sword in both hands. Behind him was the yellow sand of the desert and the blood-red sunset.
Seventy years ago, he was forced to lead his army into Dushan and was wiped out. He hated the King of Jin who had killed the rabbit and killed the dog. When the national war was about to end, he was afraid that his great achievements would shock the master, so he let him lead 60,000 Jin troops into Dushan with such vicious intentions, but never again Can't make it out alive.
He hated that he was incompetent and led 60,000 soldiers into the Demon King's territory. In just one night, all 60,000 soldiers were hanged in the air by endless vines.
He abandoned the Tribulation and let the Demon King's tree vines wrap around his neck, dying together with his 60,000-strong army.
…
The man in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood raised his head and met Bai Ze's eyes. Those eyes were still and there was no trace of sadness or joy, but they made people feel distressed.
Bai Ze woke up from the illusion.
But I heard Xian Zhen's dry voice ringing in my ears, and he said: "It's you..."
who is it?
It's you.
