As soon as he punched out, everyone who noticed the situation turned sideways. Xian Zhen, who was fighting with Zhang Wei, was obviously stunned. He didn't expect that his demonic clone could not kill the young man in black instantly.
"Red Leopard." The ghost butterfly clothes of Jianling Mountain were fluttering, and the sword finger was held out. The corners of Rose's snowy lips uttered two cold words, but when he saw the sword intent rushing out, he looked like a red leopard.
The sword's will takes shape.
The mountain ghost's jade eyes were as cold as ice. He struck out with one sword, then another, chasing after him, and took the head of Xian Zhen's demonic clone, "Wen Li."
Red Leopard and Wenli are the mounts and pets of mountain ghosts.
That day in the Hengshan Valley, in the Lotus Pavilion, the mountain ghost turned into a sword spirit and took possession of the Wufeng Sword. At the same time, those who chose to die with her were the old friends who had been with her for two hundred years, Chibao and Wenli.
The three swords without edges are fully revealed at this moment!
That beautiful figure floated like a fairy, with two swords coming out, the momentum was incomparable to Xie Xuan's sword, which was as powerful as the sea, and also had the momentum of a river.
Xian Zhen's Demon Dao clone used his sword to block it, but the transformation sword intention was easily consumed. Chi Bao faced the Tribulation Transcendence clone and collided with it, making a deafening sword cry.
"Whoosh!"
Wen Li stepped down with his sword and directly opened a hole in the abdomen of Xian Zhen's clone.
The clouds in the sky rolled back, and the monsters in the city roared.
On the inner city, the mountain ghost raised his hand to kill one of Xian Zhen's clones, but ignored Bai Ze's intention. He just stood there and watched the dragon-turned-young man rush out of the city in one step, his golden dragon eyes glowing With a fierce light, his right hand was dripping with blood, and he clenched his fist and rushed towards the flying demonic figure.
Xian Zhen's demonic clone remained silent, his eyes were sharp and his scarlet pupils stared at the young man in black who was chasing after him. He was shocked by the calamity and was sacrificed by him.
"laugh!"
Demonic energy surrounds the famous sword, dividing life and death vertically and horizontally.
Qinglin in his arms struggled violently. Snake Xin received the signal of dragon blood flowing on Bai Ze's hand, crawled directly from his arms to Bai Ze's wrist, spit out Snake Xin, and licked the remaining blood on the young man's wrist.
Longhua is transforming Bai Ze's body.
The sword flew towards him, but Bai Ze still resisted. But the strength of the sage realm clone is also at the supreme level. As soon as the young man in black faced the sword clone, he was immediately thrown away by the violent sword energy. His clothes burst and smashed into the inner city wall, making a huge roar. .
"Hahaha!" Bai Ze was laughing wildly, making a sound like mixed metal, "Sure enough, this body is not worthy."
The body transforms into a dragon, and the soul also transforms into a dragon.
Bai Ze opened the corners of his ferocious mouth, and blood flowed, but with a very light golden color.
"Boom!!——"
The young man punched the city wall fiercely, flew out of the hole again, and reached the sky again with the help of brute force.
"This kid, is he dying!?" Yuan Zhe, who was entangled with the devil's clone, was horrified when he saw this.
"Here comes the sword!" Bai Ze yelled, and the Qingshuang Sword abandoned at the top of the city let out a fierce sword cry and turned into a stream of light in an instant, and was held tightly in his hand.
"Death!" Xian Zhen Demon Dao's clone held the sword and came through the air. The realm was so crushing that he didn't care about Bai Ze's attack.
In his opinion, Bai Ze's move was just a moth flying into the flames.
The sword spirit moved slightly, pointing the sword with his right hand, ready to take action at any time.
"Mountain Ghost!" Bai Ze roared, "From now on, this sword will begin a journey across Kyushu!"
The sword spirit was stunned for a moment, feeling the familiar wave of sword intent. It seemed as if a long time had passed, and through the back of the young man in black, he saw the back that was imprinted deep in his soul.
But when she thought about it, she couldn't remember anything.
She only remembers that this body was born by the sword and will die by the sword. Sword Spirit Sword Spirit, the soul of the sword.
The fate of her previous life had been broken when she decided to let go of everything and become a lackey of the heavens.
It doesn't matter who it is.
But my heart aches faintly.
"Sword One, Infinite!" Bai Ze pointed his sword at the end of the world, the blade dividing life and death.
Wuliang's sword cuts half to life and half to death.
"How can the shining fire compete with the bright moon?" Xian Zhen's demonic clone sneered and slashed Wuliang with the Tribulation Sword!
During the Dual Swords Meeting, the dragon-turned-boy was covered in blood. Qingshuang divided the yin and yang angrily, and with a rainbow-like momentum, he charged towards Xian Zhen's demonic clone and struck out with a sword.
But a discerning person could see that Bai Ze was seriously injured even if he was not killed by this sword strike. How can it be so easy to go against the will of heaven when the realm is crushed?
The sword moved.
With a flick of the hand, the pinnacle sword of swordsmanship that has been passed down for two hundred years started from Huan, the Half-step Sword Immortal King, to Shangui, and to Bai Ze's revival.
The sword has long meaning.
The spiritual power of the mountain ghost possesses the spirit from across the air. It comes from the bond deep in the souls of the sword master and the sword spirit, allowing the swords to communicate with each other.
Sword Yi Wuliang surged forward, and the sword energy stirred up strong winds, blowing the young man's black hair away!
Xian Zhen's demonic clone's pupils shrank.
"boom!!--"
Two swords clash!
Bai Ze flew out, and the Qingshuang Sword came out of his hand, spinning with a harsh sound of breaking wind, and sank into the head of the inner city of Hulao Pass.
Xian Zhen's demonic clone stared blankly at the broken tribulation clone in his hand, and touched the ferocious sword marks on his chest. As soon as he looked up, he saw a cold figure floating towards him. With his sword pointed at a point, the red leopard ran out and passed through. over his chest.
The demonic clone threw away the broken sword in his hand and watched his body turn into ashes bit by bit in the sky, still in disbelief.
Bai Ze flew over the top of the inner city and landed outside the battlefield. He directly smashed the roof of a half-collapsed house and fell into the house, unaware of his life or death.
"Woo!!——"
A desolate horn sounded in the wilderness outside the pass. When the warcraft cavalry separated by three sections of Hulao Pass heard the sound, the cavalry in Wengcheng and the pass turned around one after another, controlling the warcraft under their crotches, and turned around to return to the battlefield outside the pass.
Tao Hongjing entered the core of the demon formation and was trapped in the 108th level. Eight thousand swords fiercely broke through the formation and destroyed 66th level.
But the further back you go, the harder it becomes to break through.
One hundred thousand ghosts were running in the formation, and the power of the formation was so powerful that the quasi-sage was trapped in the quagmire for a while, making it difficult to escape.
At the same time, Mu Suifeng led eight thousand riders in the formation to capture the flag. But with a hundred thousand ghost soldiers, no matter how brave the Heyang army is, it is impossible for them to be overwhelming.
Mu Suifeng held a spear in his hand and swept across the area, beating the nearby ghost soldiers to death like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. But one hundred thousand ghost soldiers, this number is still too terrifying.
Heyang Hou's eight thousand cavalry have been trapped in a tight siege. From the time they entered the battle to now, a quarter of the eight thousand cavalry have been lost.
Mu Suifeng knew that this battle would probably be his last. Eight thousand riders entered the battle with no intention of returning alive.
His life was given by Xie Xuan.
Without Xie Xuan, he would not be able to escape the disaster in Handan. Let alone him, even Mu Chen and Mu Qingling would have little hope of surviving.
Xie Xuan asked him to do something for him.
He already knew this when the Heyang army went out with Tao Hongjing.
What Xie Xuan asked him to do was to teach him to lead the Heyang army to death.
He had to die.
Only in this way can the southern region of Yan Kingdom have a chance of survival.
"Heyang Army, charge!" Mu Suifeng raised his bloody spear and shouted, "Kill!!"
"Kill!!" The six thousand riders roared in unison.
"Ant." In the magic formation, the strange demon general sneered sinisterly, and stamped his right foot to reveal the secret of the formation. The situation suddenly changed, and the magic energy evaporated like sea mist.
"Boom! -"
The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the wind blew away the rocks!
The densely packed warcraft cavalry in the Wengcheng that had no time to evacuate mysteriously disappeared in the surging demonic energy, and were replaced by thousands of ghost soldiers.
The stars change and the moon changes.
Mu Suifeng only felt the overwhelming fishy smell coming from behind, and the majestic murderous intent gathered together, staring at the backs of the Heyang Army's six thousand cavalry like poisonous snakes.
Mu Suifeng turned around in shock, only to see nearly two thousand Warcraft Cavalry suddenly appear behind him!
"!!" Heyang Houmu Suifeng felt his heartbeat stopped.
Among the Warcraft Cavalry, the dark Demon General looked at Mu Suifeng gloomily, his scarlet eyes swallowing up the fire from hell.
The demon general dragged the three-foot mad sword, cracked the corners of his mouth, and said conspiratorially: "Jiang He, I understand."
After that, he raised the three-foot mad sword, pointed it directly at Mu Suifeng's head, and said only six words: "Cavalry, line up, charge!"
The Warcraft Cavalry let out a trembling roar, shook the ground, and charged straight towards the Heyang Army's 6,000 cavalry!
"Array up!!" Mu Suifeng knew that his destiny was coming. He pulled back the horse's head and roared in the face of two thousand Warcraft Cavalry, "Heyang Army, charge!!"
Only four thousand men charged with him.
The army hurried into formation, charging head-on to death.
"Thousands of miles of smoke and smoke chaos the world,
Who fights in life?
Three thousand silver armors facing the sun and moon,
Don’t ask about merit, ask about ghosts and gods! ! "
Four thousand cavalry shouted the bugle of the Silver Armored Army that swept across the north and south of the Yan Kingdom twenty years ago. The horses under the cavalry were scared to death, but they were still driven by the knight's superb horsemanship to charge towards the invincible enemy.
"kill!!--"
The living roar, the dead roar.
Yin and Yang hang upside down, smoke and dust billow, and the earth trembles!
Two pairs of cavalry clashed, and the Warcraft Cavalry broke through the Heyang Army's cavalry formation with a crushing force, reorganized, and under the leadership of Demon General Ega, began the second round of charge, which was still crushing.
After two rounds of charges, only 300 of Heyang Houmu Suifeng's men were left. Mu Suifeng was holding the bloody spear, his whole body trembling. The three hundred cavalrymen's faces were ashen, and their armors were covered with blood.
"Honor the Marquis." Jiang He discerned the general's title from the decoration on Mu Suifeng's saddle, raised his three-foot mad sword, and said, "Line up and charge."
"Line up and charge!" Mu Suifeng roared.
Three hundred cavalry roared and charged towards the torrent of steel-like Warcraft cavalry, looking death in the face.
In the third round of charge, the bloody spear flew up into the cruel northern winter sky, and the tip of the spear sank into the hard earth.
Of the six thousand people, no one survived.
"General." A cavalryman came riding a magical beast and asked Jiang He for instructions on what to do with the two thousand people who were running away.
"Escape from battle and die." Jiang He looked at Mu Suifeng's figure lying in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, and did not look away for a long time.
"Yes," said the trooper.
Two thousand cavalrymen left their generals and caught up with the fleeing two thousand cavalrymen at lightning speed. Their screams filled the world filled with death for a while.
Blood flows vertically and horizontally.
The leading force of the Heyang Army, consisting of 8,000 men, was completely wiped out.
At this time, Demon King Xinghe has pushed the battle line to Wengcheng. The army of monsters from the depths of Dushan trampled the urn city, creating a passage filled with dead bodies.
Jiang He finally turned around and looked at the wide open door of Hulao Pass. On the outer city tower, the couplet "The emperor guards the gate of the country, the king dies in the country" is still there, but the heroic master of the time has been dead for many years.
Among the five passes in the north, Hulao Pass, known as the strongest pass, will be eliminated from the first place after this battle.
Jiang He smiled.
The demon general carried the three-foot mad sword, and the demon beast cavalry gathered behind him. Together with the 4,000 troops left behind to guard the demon formation, the total number was nearly 6,000.
A new round of cavalry war is about to begin!
