Woo~woo~woo~
The war horn is long and long, penetrating the heart.
The entire Qingyang City residents were in a state of nervousness and panic. The doors were closed and they stayed at home, praying to 'produce' prayer beads.
An ignorant child asked: "Mom, what's the sound outside?"
The young woman smiled and reassured: "It's played by horns in the theater. It sounds good."
Only restaurants and teahouses gathered rich people, merchants and literati, low-level monks... and there was a lot of discussion.
"I don't know if we can hold it. I heard that the court doesn't care and there are no reinforcements."
"There is no imperial court now. What about Southern Yan, Northern Yan, and Qi Yan? A Yan country would like to be divided into dozens of parts."
"I should have known I would have left the city earlier and stayed away completely."
"Where to go? The whole world is at war!"
"The Wang family in the East District moved to Xinqu City half a year ago. Before they could establish a foothold, they were attacked and treated as outsiders, burned, killed, looted, and the century-old family was wiped out."
"Even monks don't dare to wander around outside. They are attacked, killed and captured at every turn, let alone mortals like me!"
"It is better to stay in our hometown. At least we will be protected by the city army and treat us as our own."
"Don't be so negative. With a large defense formation, it won't be easy to break the city."
"When will it be our turn to come on stage for those of us who are in the early stage of Qi refining? That will be the end of the road."
"..."
Not counting the army and horses, Qingyang's population has exceeded ten million.
However, facing the warriors, ordinary people were as weak as ants, unable to resist at all, let alone the monks.
The only function is to provide logistical support, pray hard, and gather more prayer beads resources.
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On the west gate city wall, the formation is moving, and the war flags are hunting.
Facing the advancing army on the horizon outside the city, many people who had never seen such a scene were shocked and felt uncontrollably timid.
Even as a monk, it is inevitable.
Zhong Yan's face was calm, but his heart was stirred up. The picture was so shocking that he lamented his own insignificance.
People's fear often comes from lack of confidence.
With such a large army, even if a strong Jindan warrior were to join it, they would be swallowed up in an instant.
"These are just mortal warriors. If they were replaced by an army of monks..."
Zhong Yan murmured that mortal warriors can use standard weapons to form formations to fight high-level monks. When monks form an formation, their power is countless times greater.
The two armies faced each other, and their fighting spirit was in the sky.
The front end of Minglan's army.
On the flying boat in the middle, a group of leading figures were watching the city wall.
The young man wearing a moon-white robe is named Tai Shiduan. He is a newly promoted Jindan in the Wei Kingdom and a core disciple of the Tianlinggen of the Hengyue Sect.
He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and was handsome and handsome. He said with a smile on his face: "As expected, there are about a hundred thousand troops outside the city. The Qingyang City defenders are not enough to dare to fight head-on."
Peng Lian, a middle-aged man in black, said calmly: "Don't underestimate the enemy."
Tai Shiduan looked relaxed, and glanced at the monks with strong auras in the middle of the tower. He said indifferently: "The soldiers are not as strong as me, and the golden elixir is not as powerful as me. I have the advantage, so why should I be afraid!"
The old man beside him smiled and said, "Indeed, it's just a test."
Peng Lian said: "In the Weinan region, in the future, there will be a melee between various countries. Qingyang will definitely be a key city and the best one can win."
Tai Shiduan nodded slightly, and asked in confusion: "There are ten golden elixirs, why are there seven female cultivators?"
Someone laughed and said: "Brother Duan doesn't know something. There is a family named Zhong in Qingyang. It has risen rapidly in the past thirty years and is now the actual controller of Qingyang. However, it is a woman-eater. With a low level of cultivation, it has many female cultivators, wives and concubines. Nearly a hundred, those Jindan women on the wall should all be his concubines and Taoist concubines, and almost all of them are from the Seven Peaks of the Fire Cloud Sect."
"Oh?" Taishi became interested: "Which one? There is a way to control women!"
"The first white-robed man on the right side of the main entrance is named Zhong Yan. It is said that he is a casual cultivator of the Four Spiritual Roots. I don't know the specific cultivation level now. He must not have reached the golden elixir. It is rumored that he is related to Li Lin, the previous peak master of the Seven Peaks. Personal love, rely on Qifeng, and flourish from then on..."
"He is quite famous in the Yan Kingdom. He is nicknamed the King of Soft Rice. He is even better than An Song..."
"Did you see that the woman in the colorful skirt is the most beautiful woman in the Yan Kingdom? Yun Qianxun. She was promised to Tang Sanyuan in Jingcheng in her early years. Later, she was kidnapped by evil cultivators. She escaped at some point and followed Zhong Yan again. But that girl... He is a man of all ages who is not averse to meat and vegetables, and has a penchant for widows and wives..."
Tai Shiduan laughed twice, then his smile subsided and he nodded: "Tang Sanyuan, a good opponent, but unfortunately he has disappeared now."
During the Wei War, he had a battle with Tang Sanyuan, and the fight ended in a draw with one rank higher. He felt that he had lost face, and he has always been brooding about it.
After a pause, he looked at Yun Qianxun's position and said with a smile: "He is indeed worthy of being the king of the country, even more so than He Miao."
He Miao was once the undisputed number one beauty in the Wei Kingdom. She was unparalleled in her beauty, and no one could match her. Later, she fell in the sect war.
Peng Lian looked up at the sky, interrupted a few people's gossip, stood up, and flew forward.
"Fellow Daoist Su!"
He bowed his hands and gave a salute, Ningyin smiled and said: "We want to settle in Qingyang and borrow precious land. I wonder if it is convenient for us to move to another place. I will definitely thank you very much in the future."
Su Yue stared away and said calmly: "No need to say more, if you want to fight, then fight."
Peng Lian smiled and waved lightly.
The drums of war thundered.
"Dong~dong~dong~"
The army shouted, the sound shook the heaven and the earth: "Ho! Roar! Roar!"
"drive!"
A silver-armored general rushed out of Minglan's camp, galloped more than 200 meters, called the formation and shouted for battle: "I am Li Daxian of Liangshan, in the ninth level of Xiantian realm, who dares to fight?!"
Zhong Yan sent a message to Xia Xinzhu. The latter hesitated a little and ordered the general to send the grand master to fight.
"Hurry up!"
At the foot of the city, the red-armored general clamped down on the horse's belly, dashed seven or eight meters with the horse and man, and rushed towards them brandishing the sword.
The silver-armored general tightened his reins, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shouted: "Who is coming? Someone will kill the unknown rat!"
Qingyang's red-armored general didn't answer. He jumped up from his horse's galloping horse and slashed down with the force of Mount Tai.
clang!
The momentum is strong and sinking.
The silver spear blocked and sparks shot out.
Li Daxian was shaken all over, his face turned red, he felt pain and numbness in the tiger's mouth, and he almost lost his spear.
He sat down, bent his horse's legs, and sank down. He wanted to raise his silver spear to push the person away, but he saw the person falling on the horse's back. He pulled and swung the sword and swept towards him. It magnified rapidly in his eyes, and suddenly A look of horror.
Tsk~ The sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh and blood. Before he could call out, blood sprayed out, killing both men and horses.
The silver-armored general held a sword in one hand and glanced at the enemy: "You are a chicken and a dog, you are selling your head, you don't deserve to know my name!"
"Ho! Roar! Roar!"
The Qingyang army cheered loudly and their morale was greatly boosted.
Another man rushed out from Minglan's army, holding a battle ax in both hands, and sneered in a cold voice: "You treacherous man, how can you say you are brave when you use your situation to suppress others? I will kill you!"
The two sides were more than ten meters apart. One person pushed out with one palm, the true energy collided, and the void exploded.
The two martial arts masters rushed together and engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Battle axes and Guandao collided one after another. The tigers and tigers roared with wind and clanged, and from time to time they activated their true energy to attack and kill.
The two fought from horseback to the air, landed on the ground, and flew to the horse again, across the sky and the earth, with tangible Qi roaring continuously. The performance was so wonderful that it attracted cheers from their respective armies.
On the city wall, Zhong Yan glanced around and sighed in his heart, martial arts are also the same, and reaching the master level is basically out of the realm of mortals, no different from monks.
After hundreds of rounds, General Qingyang was defeated and beheaded from his horse.
One side shouted, the other side was silent.
The battle between the generals before the war is particularly important, as it affects the morale of the army.
Qingyang charged another general, but the enemy general became more and more courageous as he fought. In less than fifty rounds, he raised his head with an ax and raised his battle ax high: "Who else?!"
Minglan's army: "Heh! Heh! Heh!"
Zhong Yan tilted his head and asked, "Who is this person? His true energy is not strong, but his martial arts skills are extremely superb, he is fierce in killing, brave and courageous."
Qingyang General Yang Shouzhong shook his head and said: "I don't know. I haven't collected any information about him. He should be a new grand master."
Compared with monks, the gap in combat power between warriors in the same realm is larger, and it is very common to kill enemies by leapfrogging their ranks.
Xu Ce stepped forward and clasped his fists solemnly: "Father-in-law, I'm going to fight him!"
While he was talking, another master general of the Qingyang Army below the city was beheaded, which attracted ridicule from the enemy army.
After three generals were killed one after another, the morale of Qingyang Army was low, and everyone on the city wall frowned.
Zhong Yan nodded and said, "Be careful."
Xu Ce jumped down from the city wall, sat astride a white horse, raised his spear, and rushed out.
The enemy general was walking on horseback, arrogantly and defiantly saying: "Who are you? How many big axes are you worth to me?"
"The one who beheaded you is Qingyang Xu Ce!"
"Rubber words!"
Ding~
The two of them shot forward in the air, spears and axes stabbed, and the thunder was split at the first touch. Then they both faced the attack, flying and staggering in the high altitude...
General Yang Shouzhong frowned and said: "This guy is awesome. He has not shown any weakness in his true energy in three battles."
Xia Xinzhu was worried, and pursed his lips to communicate with the monks: "Our army has never experienced a war, but the Wei Alliance Army is a veteran of hundreds of battles. Once the two armies charge, I'm afraid..."
Zhong Yan said: "Whoever wants to fight with them can just show their will. If we want to break the city, we don't have enough people!"
The key lies in the high-level monks.
The Qingyang City formation came from the Zhong Mansion. It is a second-level defensive formation, which is more than enough to resist warriors and low-level monks.
But facing the Golden Core Realm is not enough.
As long as it blocks the enemy's golden elixir power, there is nothing to fear.
Moreover, at this moment Zhong Yan also understood that Ming Lan came here just for testing and had no intention of attacking the city urgently.
As for its deeper purpose, it remains to be scrutinized.
The two men were fighting evenly before the battle. Xu Ce's spear moved like a dragon, picking, stabbing, splitting, and pointing. The tip of the spear trembled and turned into an afterimage. The enemy opened and closed the battle axe. It seemed clumsy, but it was exquisite. , the attack can be resolved first and last.
The battle lasted for three hundred rounds, with no winner or loser, presenting a visual feast to the armies of both sides.
In fact, facing an opponent who had exhausted his energy in three battles, Xu Ce was weaker.
Su Yue, who had been watching the battle for a long time, couldn't help but exclaimed: "This man is really brave!"
Boom~
The blows collided violently, and each of them shot diagonally backwards, scraping the ground and retreating more than ten meters, sending smoke and dust everywhere.
"General Fang, take a break and wait for me to kill him!"
A man from Ming Lan's army rushed out, leaping on his horse and riding the wind, and struck Xu Ce directly with his chain.
"No need!"
The man took off his helmet and threw it to the side, revealing a young, fat round face. He jumped up from the ground and struck with his battle ax. His true energy roared and golden light flashed.
"Drive!" Qingyang shouted, and a silver-armored female general holding a black spear attacked.
Two against two, the four of them fought together instantly.
Yu Qingyao's face changed slightly, she glanced at Zhong Yan and whispered: "Sister Xiaoshu!"
But it was Tang Xiaoshu from Zhongfu.
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