In terms of realm, Qingyang warriors belong to Ding Zhan, who is the highest, reaching the fourth level of the Grand Master. He is stationed at the north gate to guard against overseas.
Next are Tang Xiaoshu and General Yang Shouzhong, who are between the third and fourth levels of masters.
But when it comes to combat prowess, most male warriors practice domineering Qi and focus on fierce martial arts.
Female warriors, on the other hand, generally prefer soft and long-lasting Qi and focus on light and agile movements. However, they are inherently at a disadvantage in head-to-head combat.
As soon as Tang Xiaoshu entered the scene and used darts to help Xu Ce escape the siege, the enemy slashed him with a big ax on top of the blocking black spear, sending him flying more than thirty meters away.
After a brief confrontation, the gap between the two sides widened even further, and Qingyang's side fell into a disadvantage of parrying and coping.
Yang Shouzhong frowned and said: "That fat man should be the first level of the Grandmaster, but his physical strength is surprisingly strong, and he is born with divine power!"
Zhong Yan, who didn't know much about marching and fighting, asked: "What are the rules for challenging generals like this?"
Yang Shouzhong was stunned for a moment and explained: "Generally, it is initiated by the attacking side, and the confrontation is based on the number of people. They are divided into three, five and ten people. They can fight against each other, or they can fight in small groups with multiple people. The winner or loser is determined by the number of games or the number of people. It represents one's own strength and has a great impact on morale...
Sometimes, the coaches of both sides will make a decision before the battle, and directly determine the outcome through a challenge. However, in this case, it is usually not counted. Most of the losers will not admit their defeat and refuse to submit. In the end, they will still have to attack with a large army. "
Xia Xinzhu followed: "There are no specific rules for the number of people and the number of people in the battle between monks. You can fight until the opponent dares not send anyone."
Zhong Yan nodded, feeling somewhat similar to the princes race.
Su Yue said: "These are unwritten rules that have been formed over the years. When two armies are fighting, the soldiers never tire of deceit. It is common for high-ranking people to suddenly kill low-ranking people."
Zhong Yan's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "Face is worthless in front of the winner."
After continuing to watch for a while, he said: "Let them retreat."
Yang Shouzhong ordered the soldiers not far away to beat drums.
Xu Ce and Tang Xiaoshu immediately retreated. The two generals on the opposite side did not pursue them, but waved their weapons and shouted.
Suddenly, Minglan's army shouted in unison like a mountain roar and a tsunami. Their emotions were high and their fighting spirit was high.
Peng Lianlang laughed and soared into the sky: "What do you think, fellow Daoist Su? It would be a disaster for all living beings, so why not..."
Su Yue snorted coldly and called out: "Xin'er!"
"Yes, Master!"
A girl threw a flying sword and flew away with the sword.
"Qifeng Tanxin, seventh level of Qi refining!"
"Haha, little sister, I'll fight you!"
Opposite him, a burly boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, who was also at the seventh level of Qi refining, rushed out like a grab.
Boom boom boom~
Both sides used talismans to clear the way, the fireballs collided, and the flames shot out. It looked so powerful that it impacted the minds of the mortal army.
Bang~ With a close-range blow in the air, the two of them flew upside down. More than twenty meters apart, the sword activated various spells, supplemented by talismans.
The sword energy was flowing freely, and the sounds of chi chi could be heard incessantly.
Bai Feifei sent a message: "Xin'er is Senior Sister's direct disciple, ranked eighth, with true spiritual roots. The seventh level can compete with the ordinary ninth level..."
Zhong Yan looked calm. The little girl was good, but the young man opposite was certainly not ordinary.
After more than thirty battles, he could see the result. Tan Xin was going to be defeated.
really.
Less than half an hour.
Facing Tan Xin's 'Ten Thousand Sword Beacons', the young man shouted loudly, charged forward with his sword amid the rockets in the sky, blocked the road with four fireball talismans, and slashed out the killing sword light at the cost of serious injury.
A head flew up and was put into the storage bag. His clothes were stained with blood and flew away.
The young girl, with her true spiritual roots in bud, perished.
This is the cruelty of war!
"Eighth Junior Sister!" someone screamed, but was drowned out by the shouts of the army on the opposite side.
Su Yong's face was calm.
Zhong Yan said: "Wu Ye, you go."
"Yes, Master!"
Wu Ye, who was wearing a blue shirt and had a dark face that showed his fortitude, flew out of the city wall and faced a new boy in white who came from the opposite side and was at the eighth level of Qi refining.
The Qingyang monks are definitely weak in strength. Except for Qifeng, who has stronger combat power, they belong to the Zhong clan, but the younger generation of the Zhong family has not yet grown up.
The disciples of the Five Elements Sect are not bad, but all of them have broken into the foundation.
The remaining casual cultivators in Qingyang City would find it difficult to resist the Sanhe Sect, which gathered the talents of cultivators from the entire Wei Kingdom.
As for Wu Ye, he was an adopted son of the Zhong Mansion. He was at the eighth level of Qi refining with three spiritual roots and had outstanding combat power. He was one of the best in the family's Qi refining period.
However, this time it was faster.
After a confrontation and more than ten rounds, Wu Ye was hit, seriously injured, fell to the ground, and had his head removed.
The young man wields a sword in the air, his white clothes are fluttering, his expression is stern, and he is extremely confident: "You can achieve perfection in refining qi."
There was deathly silence on the city wall, and everyone's expressions were ugly.
Zhong Qihuan, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, stepped forward, pursed his lower lip and said, "Father, I'm going to fight him!"
Zhong Yan shook his head and said: "You are no match for him. That young man's vitality is pure and solid, and he should have the ultimate spiritual root of cultivation."
Wei Siyu: "Build the foundation and go to battle!"
"Master, I'm going!"
A woman in a pink skirt said something to Su Yue and flew away in the air, revealing the third level of foundation building.
"Junior brother, come back!" A person also flew out from the opposite side, blocking the front of the young man in white, laughing loudly: "Little lady, I will play with you!"
Boom boom boom~ The battle breaks out.
Yang Xinnian's expression changed: "It's him! This man's name is Chen Bo, a core disciple of the Cangxing Sect. When we attacked the Cangxing Sect, I fought with him, but we didn't win or lose. The fifth junior sister will definitely not be able to defeat him!"
Now Yang Xinnian has built six levels of foundation, and the other party has just built three levels. It is obvious that he is suppressing the realm of cultivation.
Sure enough, in a blink of an eye, the man named Chen Bo had the upper hand, moving his hands and feet easily and casually, not killing with thunder, but deliberately playing tricks.
"Little lady, it's too slow, please go faster!"
He patted his storage bag, summoned a long weapon, and thrust it forward: "Look at the gun!"
The red beam of light shot out, hitting the protective shield and directly defeating the defense. Blood bleeded from the corner of the 'Fifth Junior Sister''s mouth, she flew backwards to release her strength, and her hands flew up to seal the seal.
Chen Bo chuckled, "Little lady, is my gun powerful? It's long and thick!"
The group of monks opposite burst into laughter.
"You can't do this!"
"Well, I see how lovely you are, why don't you become my maid and teach you my profound magical powers on the bed?"
The fifth junior sister's face turned red and she yelled, "You are seeking death." The fighting hand threw out a copper bell magic weapon, spinning it and shining golden light away. At the same time, he made seals with his jade hands.
Zhong Yan only heard Su Yue sigh softly.
"Yo! You're angry! You look so good when you're angry, I like it!"
Chen Bo was teasing, but his expression was solemn and serious. He used his body skills to swim among the many golden lights. He grabbed a shield in his right hand and blocked the big handprint in the sky.
Boom~ The giant hand slapped him staggeringly, and he fell to the ground. After stabilizing his body, he instantly formed a seal and pressed it into the air.
Bang!
The fifth junior sister who activated the giant monument in the void was unable to move forward, her face was pale, and she had no time to dodge. Bloody palm prints appeared on her chest, and she vomited blood and flew backwards.
Zhong Yan sighed in his heart, there were flaws everywhere, the big monument player was doomed as soon as he came out, it was because of his lack of experience.
"Fifth Junior Sister!"
Yang Xinnian dived and flew to the rescue.
Chen Bo flicked his fingers, and a sword beam penetrated the eyebrows of the woman in pink skirt.
Another person died in Qingyang.
"It turns out to be Fairy Yang. Do you miss me?"
"Come, come, let's renew our relationship and have a romantic affair that attracts everyone's attention!"
Facing Yang Xinnian, who was two steps higher, Chen Bo was not afraid at all. He jumped up to fight and fought to a point.
The two of them turned into a ball of light, shooting vertically and horizontally in the sky, their vitality surged, and the sword light wreaked havoc.
Zhong Yan watched for a while and then said to Yu Qingyao: "Call Song Lingyue."
Su Yue's eyes flickered on the side, suspicious in her heart.
After a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, Yang Xinnian and Chen Bo were inseparable and evenly matched.
A man in black flew out of Minglan's army and said, "Senior Brother Chen, please rest for a while and let me stretch my muscles."
Zhong Yan said to Song Lingyue: "Show your skills! Kill one person and thousands of spirit stones!"
Song Lingyue, who was dressed in a sky blue outfit, nodded, glanced across Su Yue's face, and flew out of the city.
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