The two armies faced each other, like a tide of beasts leaping across the realm, fighting one after another, fighting all over the sky.
The Qinfeng, Yongxing, and Hedong three routes and fifteen prefectures on the northern line of Qingguo faced the enemy in an all-round way.
Among them, the Wuzhou area on the northern line of Hedong Road was used as the main battlefield, and the Khitan invested crazy troops. Tubo and Xixia sent more than 100,000 troops to contain the other two routes and ten states, creating a more favorable battle situation for the Khitan.
At the break of dawn.
The main battlefield is Hedong Road, from the west of the Gray River to Caocheng, and from the east of the Gray River to the outside of Yanmen Pass. There are countless formations on both sides of the enemy and ourselves, with continuous waves of morale, swords of morale, and morale. The spears come and go, killing each other in cycles, making the earth tremble.
Zhao Zhengli was overwhelmed by the sudden war.
He charged towards the battlefield in the direction of dawn, and countless desolate roars could be heard in his ears. The monks such as Zhao Zhengli felt as if they were in a deserted land, and their true energy surged, like the death scythes of hell, harvesting lives crazily.
Both the enemy and ourselves lost troops and generals, exchanging lives for lives. The sky was full of arrows, reflecting the corpses on the ground.
At that time, the enemy's arrows struck again. Zhao Zhengli grabbed them from the air and held them all with a giant transformed palm. He threw them back with his backhand, and countless arrows turned back. When they were about to fall into the enemy camp, there was a burst of sound. The dragon roars in the sky.
At the same time, a dark dragon rose up. It blocked the dense rain of sharp arrows with its body of several feet. The cold-light arrows hit its body with a metallic clang, followed by sparks.
At the same time as the dragon soared into the sky, dozens of Qingguo's transformed zhenqi shot through the air and killed him.
There are condensed words such as "kill", "cut", and "cut" in the full sky of transformed energy, which must come from Confucianism.
There are also Buddhist "swastika" seals, Buddha palms and Zen fingers, and more often, weapons of transformation such as swords, guns, swords and halberds.
However, when the Qing Dynasty's many transformed zhenqi rose into the sky, countless Khitan zhenqi also attacked, turning into hooks, scimitars, Zen staffs, etc. Countless strands of zhenqi collided in the air, like the muffled thunder at dawn, and exploded with bang bang. The sound was loud, blocking most of the dragon in the sky.
I thought that the remaining true energy would fall on the dragon, but a pair of fists condensed with true energy suddenly appeared in the midst of lightning and sparks. They multiplied in the air and shattered the full amount of true energy in an instant.
Zhao Zhengli looked around and saw that in the chaotic enemy camp there was a fat, strong and ferocious-looking humanoid monster. He seemed to be aware that he was being watched, and instinctively cast his gaze in this direction. Zhao Zhengli withdrew his gaze in slight shock, secretly I sigh that this person has extremely strong six senses.
At this time, the dragons gathered in the sky slashed a sword energy, and it burst through the air. The target was Zhao Zhengli, who was fighting in a melee with tens of thousands of troops.
He put on his soft armor, raised his purple sword and swiped it up in the air with a sharp strike: "I should have shot you to death in the first place!"
The handsome Sixth Prince Song Maoling, who was fighting in the distance, looked up at the dragon and felt regretful.
"Bang bang!"
The billowing purple sword energy soared into the sky, and it was like a comet colliding with it. The light was dazzling, the sound was deafening, and the aftermath rippled, splashing the air with ripples like water waves.
"Whoosh!"
When Zhao Zhengli swung this sword, a spear from behind came through the air, piercing through several soldiers and piercing Zhao Zhengli's back.
Zhao Zhengli realized that he had dodged and was unable to counterattack, so he used all his energy and raised his sword to block.
"Qiang!"
Just when he thought he would passively resist the shot, a gleaming scimitar intercepted the shot one step ahead. Zhao Zhengli looked sideways, and the frail scholar looked back at him with a sword in hand before rejoining the battle.
Zhao Zhengli knew this person naturally. Qi Yun Shanyang knew his destiny and was a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion in the same temple as him.
It's just that he was slightly surprised when he came to the rescue. After all, the two of them didn't have a close relationship, and he had no time to care about it, so he fired a cold shot at the back.
I thought he was a known enemy, but the other person looked unfamiliar. A master who could practice Qi transformation was not an ordinary person. Seeing that the attack failed, the man had already fled deep into the chaos of the war. Zhao Zhengli only saw a glimpse of his back.
"Puff!"
On the other side, two rays of true energy attacked through the sea of soldiers. Zhao Zhengli saw clearly this time that it was none other than the two men, Shaowu Wu and Jueyan from the Northern Shaolin Palace of the Imperial Prefecture.
Zhao Zhengli was not surprised at all when they attacked. After all, he had a deep grudge with Bei Shaolin, so he kept an eye on it, and he easily resolved these two attacks.
However, the hostile forces naturally did not miss the opportunity. Yeluhe stood on the top of the dragon's head, like an immortal reaching for his palm, and took a huge transformed palm print. Dahe Luohan and others from the Khitan camp also took action.
The strange man who had failed in the previous attack attacked again.
"Puff puff!"
There were no fewer than five people in the Qingguo arena who took advantage of the chaos to rob and kill Zhao Zhengli, and there were others who were eager to try.
Zhao Zhengli felt even more pressure, and felt desolate in his heart. The enemy was in front of him, so he rebelled first.
In such a battle situation, it was fortunate that Biyu was not allowed to accompany him. It seemed that letting her stay in the camp was a wise choice.
In this way, he also risked his life.
His body suddenly surged with true energy. The three hundred and sixty-five acupoints that were originally opened in the Wulu Temple were operating to absorb the spiritual energy. The mad influx of spiritual energy made the soft armor bulge. The Purple Yang Sword in his hand seemed to be called upon and issued a The sword hums.
"Lord Tong, be careful!"
The only dozen soldiers under his account came to support him in a formation.
However, the person who made the move was at the beginning of the Grandmaster stage at the very least, and anyone he faced would be a mantis blocking the wheel.
Even so, the soldiers did not hesitate at all, and slashed the broken morale sword towards the front line of Zhenqi without hesitation.
"clang!"
At the critical moment, a Zen staff stopped the soldiers. Looking back, they saw a monk in the middle of the war with a grimace on his face, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and he was waving a wooden Zen staff that made a metal impact in his hand.
This person is none other than Mingwu, a monk from the Great Buddha Temple who speaks and laughs without restraint. He is currently studying in the National Master's Office in the temple. According to the classification of the Five Masters of Xuanhuang and Heaven and Earth, he is now ranked as a human master.
His moves are unpredictable, perhaps because he came from Shu with Zhao Zhengli, or because he can't stand bullying the minority.
There were also people in the distance who subconsciously helped Zhao Zhengli, including the proud Sixth Prince Song Maoling, Zhang Baishan from Wudang, Xu Changzai from Jiangnan Road, Yuantong and Yuanfa from Southern Shaolin, as well as Yu Shangshu's nephew from the Confucian Academy, Yu Xiaowei's cousin, Yu Bo.
Even Fang Na, one of the Three Great Masters of Jiangnan in the Confucian Academy of the Temple, threw out her gold, silver and iron folding fan to help.
However, the distance was too far and it was already too late to take action.
In such a state, Zhao Zhengli had to resist several waves of transformation energy alone. His body remained motionless, with purple swords and flowers surrounding his body, and fragments of fragments wrapping around his body. From a distance, it looked like he was enveloped in a purple beam of light.
If you look closely, you will find that the purple beam of light is the afterimage of nine purple swords surrounding him. What he is performing is the "Nine Glory Wuji" of Yingzhou Yiyuan Taoist.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang"
The zhenqi coming from all directions fell in front of him and were accurately cut down by the nine purple swords. Each time one was cut, one sword disappeared. Only after all of them were cut, the real purple Yang sword was revealed.
Zhao Zhengli didn't stop for a moment, and used "Nine Yao Wuji" again to fight back in the direction of the infuriating energy.
The movements were smooth and flowing, completed in one go. The true energy was not weakened by continuous consumption at all, but instead increased layer by layer, and one sword was better than the other.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The sword energy covered all directions and accurately landed in front of several people. Half of them were stopped by the opponent. A few such as Bei Shaolin Suo Wu and Jue Yan suffered a painful loss. After all, their Taoism was slightly inferior. How could they withstand Zhao Zhengli's full sword?
Zhao Zhengli's eyes turned red. He didn't distinguish between friend and foe. Anyone who was against him was an enemy. He turned sideways and looked up at Yeluhe who was riding a dragon in the sky. He pressed down with one palm and yelled: "Get down here!"
"Boom!"
In the bright morning, a giant palm appeared out of thin air above the dragon, and slapped it on the dragon's torso almost without any warning. Only its howl of pain was heard, the dark body suddenly faded, and the Yelvhe above shook in horror and was about to collapse.
After all, the dragon's true energy was condensed, and there was no flesh and bones to carry it. Even if Zhao Zhengli "touched the top of his head" and patted him down, there was no trace of scars or blood. The only thing that was noticeable was that it was a little dull.
The transformed dragon seemed to have emotions, ferociously raising its claws and swooping over.
Upon closer inspection, in fact, every move it makes is guided by Yeluhe above its head, because at this time, he is also crazy and ferocious.
"Roar!"
The dragon opened its bloody mouth, ready to tear the tiny human beings apart.
At the same time, a pair of fists from the enemy smashed at Zhao Zhengli. Without thinking carefully, he knew it was the fat and strong humanoid monster.
"snort!"
"Bang!"
Zhao Zhengli was not afraid at all. He snorted coldly and raised his fist to fight back. At the same time, he slashed at the swooping dragon with the Guiyi Sword of the Six Paths, "All Transformations Return to One".
"Boom!"
The fists collided among the soldiers, and the terrifying energy wave of the explosion cut off dozens of soldiers. Several people nearby were shattered on the spot, turning into blood mist and broken bones.
"Boom!"
The "Ten Thousand Transformations Return to One" slashed at the dragon, using thousands of purple swords to merge into one sword. The swooping dragon was ruthlessly cut off by the sharp edge, turning into fragments of true energy and disappearing, and the sky was filled with dragon howls.
"Pfft~!"
"ah!"
The remaining sword light fell on the tens of thousands of troops, like thunder from the sky, killing hundreds and thousands of enemies.
Such thunderous means shocked both armies on the main battlefield where war was raging.
It even makes the Taoist monks stunned. Few people under the great master can match it.
Looking at the entire battlefield, there were only a handful of them, and Qingguo's morale soared.
The top monks in the Khitan military camp all targeted him and came to attack him. Just like Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan in Huangwei Mountain, they thought that this person would cause endless troubles and would do everything possible to kill him.
Yeluhe, who lost the dragon's piggyback, fell steadily from the sky, his animal robes and gown swaying in the wind, and dozens of Khitan soldiers below were waiting with guns and spears raised.
"Buzz!"
He raised a halberd with one hand, flew into the air, and used the gravity of its fall to slash out a halberd. The energy of transformation was several feet long, and was about to cut off the entire battlefield.
"Qiang!"
A military scimitar filled with true energy flew through the air to intercept the fatal halberd, followed by a white afterimage flashing from far to near, surrounded by two emerald green folding fans.
"Whizzing!"
The folding fan spun around like a giant and shot at Yelu He who was holding a big halberd. The white shadow that rushed out from the tens of thousands of troops threw the folding fan without stopping. It also picked up dozens of swords and flicked its long sleeves like flying knives. Shoot forward.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
The halberd danced wildly, and Yelvhe was like a rotating humanoid machine, blocking the emerald green folding fan and dozens of flying knives, and smashing into pieces the Qing soldiers below who were holding spears and guns. Blood spilled in the air, and Yeluhe landed smoothly on the ground.
"call!"
The white shadow also arrived at the moment. He recalled the folding fan that was deflected by the big halberd, and attacked Yeluhe from behind. He then picked up a sword and killed him head-on.
"Clang!"
The weapons collided, and the true energy and sparks were bright. Only then could the white figure be seen clearly. He was wearing a white robe and a green shirt as a base, and his handsome face was solemn. He was none other than the Sixth Prince Song Maoling.
At the same time, the emerald green folding fan behind him was already three feet away. Yeluhe collided with him and his halberd bounced away. He moved the halberd around the back without moving, and blocked the folding fan with two "噌噌噌" sounds.
Song Maoling deflected a move and dodged to kill Yeluhe again. The ordinary sword was like a magic weapon in his hands. He controlled the emerald folding fan in all directions to coordinate the attack. In an instant, the two of them launched hundreds of moves, and the battle was extremely fierce.
Looking at the entire battlefield, they are just the tip of the iceberg.
The swords, guns, swords and halberds transformed into true energy like a rainbow piercing the sun, and the extraordinary weapons and auspicious beasts condensed by morale were even more lethal.
The battlefield spreads for hundreds of miles, like a battle between gods and demons, everyone is rushing to kill, and blood is shed at every moment, filling the ravines and dyeing the earth red.
Zhao Zhengli, who was dressed in soft armor, fought alone against several Khitan people, including an unarmed humanoid monster, Halasa, one of the three commanders of the Khitan.
If he could face the enemy with all his heart, Zhao Zhengli would not be afraid. As the saying goes, guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against. However, Qingguo always has a group of people who take advantage of the opportunity to kill people, and they almost suffered disaster several times.
The more this happens, the more it arouses his desire to survive and his determination to serve as a general. At that time, he will deal with them one by one.
The early sun rises in the east and turns into a scorching sun, and then the scorching sun sets in the west and turns into sunset.
The war continued for a day without stopping. Rivers of blood flowed and mountains of corpses piled up. There was still no end to the war.
Reinforcements from the two countries joined the battle one after another. The morale of the two armies was gradually depleted and weakened. It was now a hand-to-hand battle. The armored men charged on horses, and the infantry and light cavalry followed with spears. They fought in waves. The sea of people was like a tide, wave after wave. .
After a day of fighting, the monks were all exhausted. The young leaders of the two countries would be able to tell at a glance. Song Maoling and Yeluhe had been on the battlefield countless times.
Qi Yunshan Yang Zhiming dragged his sword and fought with Dahe Luohan for half a day. This was the number of people Yang Zhiming took the initiative to "share" for Zhao Zhengli to encircle and suppress him.
Fang Na from the Confucian Academy also killed the witch with disheveled hair and graceful figure that was soaked in blood and scabbed repeatedly. Now she has walked out of the blood prison.
The commander of Hedong Road, Ge Hongliang, and the deputy commander, Yao Xuda, were sweating profusely. Even in the battlefield filled with monks, their troops still fought bravely and swiftly, killing large areas of the battlefield.
Especially when he commanded the rebels to form formations on the spot, he defeated more with less. Countless times.
The two marshals, Ge Xiaojin and Yao Hanbei, were competing openly and secretly, comparing the number of enemies they killed.
Although Pang Luyi, the general of Changning on Hedong Road, has a big belly and a fat body, he is not inferior in fighting. He has cut and curled several swords with his sword.
Zhao Zhengli fought for half a day, defeated several people, and took the opportunity to kill several Khitan masters. The only one who was difficult to deal with was the fat and strong Halasa. He had rough skin and thick flesh, and he fought him back and forth with his fists. .
Another Khitan commander, Yelu Demeng, was nowhere to be seen in this battle. Instead, he was stationed at the Khitan base camp and was keeping an eye on the sand table. He was conducting simulations based on the information repeatedly reported by spies before the war, and then issued various instructions to the front line.
Repeatedly, he slowly frowned and looked towards the coach's animal-skin chair. The silver-bearded and crane-haired Yelu Xiao majestically closed his eyes and rested. Yelu Demeng said, "It will be dangerous if the situation in this battle continues to evolve!"
Yelu Xiao, who had been closing his eyes to rest his mind, slowly opened his eyes when he heard the sound. His eyes flashed with light, and he looked calm and confident. He glanced in the direction of Qingguo and said slowly: "Let me give it a try!"
After speaking, he stretched out a palm in the direction of the melee between the two armies. In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sunset trembled.
A huge palm appeared in the sky above the melee between the two armies, covering most of the battlefield and locking the Qing Dynasty army and the younger generation.
To be precise, the giant palm did not target anyone, but the people of Qing Kingdom felt inexplicably afraid in their hearts.
But Khitan has no reason to be friendly.
This palm carries the brand of a famous clan, so the two armies and two countries have different feelings about it.
This is the strength of the Grand Master. With the same palm, he can choose whether to kill or not.
