Three days later, noon is approaching.
It was August, and the sun was shining brightly. The ten miles of wasteland between the two armies was scorched, and the space was slightly twisted.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
The war drums sounded in the Northern Zhou military camp, and the sound of the war drums became more and more urgent. Tens of millions of troops stood up in unison, like waves rising, hundreds of miles long, and it was extremely spectacular.
On a huge wooden chariot, Meng Xuan from Tongwu Valley stood, his hands behind his waist, and he squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.
Looking around, we can see a large number of chariots distributed among the armies of the Nine Dynasties, with all kinds of war equipment. The tens of millions of troops fighting alone are tens of miles long. The army of grain transporters in the rear reaches to the end of the wasteland, and it is difficult to estimate the number.
Countless cavalry teams were waiting in the front row of the army, and countless heavily armored soldiers were waiting behind the cavalry.
When the army of the Nine Dynasties sounded the sound of war drums, the army of Dajing was already waiting.
Jiang Yu was also standing on the chariot, so he could easily see the entire battlefield. He was mobilizing his troops and arranging the armies to line up to avoid being scattered by the enemy's army. Compared with each other, they all appear vulnerable.
Arakawa, Ling Xiao and the disciples of Long Qiguan stood together. They were extremely nervous. Who wouldn't be afraid when facing an army of tens of millions?
"Will the Taoist priest really come?"
"Probably, isn't it rumored that the Taoist Priest is coming recently?"
"I'm worried that this is just what the higher-ups are saying to stabilize the morale of the military."
"No matter what, we have no retreat!"
"Damn, there are so many enemies. If we charge against each other once, will we all be dead?"
They were talking in low voices, not just them, but all the armies.
Ling Xiao took a deep breath and held the hilt of the sword tightly at his waist with his right hand. Although he had traveled all over the world, this was his first time on the battlefield.
Arakawa noticed his nervousness, but did not comfort him because he was also very nervous. This was much more exaggerated than the Shuzhou battlefield, and the pressure was indescribable.
In the distance, Li Min was comforting his men. He came under Jiang Changsheng's order. He brought a thousand people with him, most of them were wanderers.
This time, Li Min was determined to make the God-killing Devil Sword famous all over the world. Jiang Changsheng told him to perform well and get an official position for him after defeating the enemy, so he would no longer wander around the market.
Zhang Tianren also stood in front of his army. He kept adjusting his mentality. Although he had been fighting for a lifetime, this was the first time he faced a war of this scale. In addition to pressure, he was more passionate.
Even if the country is defeated and the country is destroyed, there will be no regrets in this life!
A figure suddenly jumped out from the Dajing military camp and landed on the wasteland a hundred feet away in front of him. One person faced an army of tens of millions.
It was Ping An who smashed his huge hammers on the ground. He sat down on one of the giant hammers and waited for the battle to come. He leaned on his knees with his hands and tilted his head to look at the army of the Nine Dynasties. His eyes were as fierce as a wild beast, his breathing became more rapid, and the muscles all over his body were shaking.
He can't wait to start the war!
The appearance of Ping'an also reassured many soldiers. Most of them had seen Ping'an's ferocity. This was the most powerful general in Da Jing. He once broke into an army of hundreds of thousands and was unstoppable.
The martial arts people asked who that person was. After learning the name of Ping An, they suddenly realized it and their eyes were full of admiration.
Although Ping An is stupid, his life is too brilliant. As a person from the Great Scenery, everyone admires him.
It is said that the current emperor's success in ascending the throne depends on the immortal master and the fierce general Ping An. Among all Jiang Ziyu's military exploits, Ping An is the fierce general who rushes forward indomitably!
Time passes minute by minute.
It’s noon!
The war drums of the armies of the Nine Dynasties stopped suddenly, and the heaven and earth fell silent.
On the chariot, Meng Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, raised the sword in his hand, and shouted angrily: "The whole army listens to the order, flatten the great scenery, conquer Sizhou, move forward!"
This sound was like a thunderous explosion, thundering on the ground, and shaking the battlefield.
"kill--"
Thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, the earth shook violently, and the armies of the Nine Dynasties swept toward the Dajing camp like a terrifying torrent. This torrent was slow but disappointing.
The Dajing soldiers in the front row all changed their colors. Tens of thousands of people stationed there were already shocking, and shouting in unison and moving forward together was even more heart-wrenching.
The horses of the Dajing cavalry were all frightened, hooting and neighing, restless, but fortunately they were calmed down in time.
The cavalry of the Nine Dynasties was in the front, numbering hundreds of thousands, followed by infantry and chariots. The speed was not very fast, but the rhythm was full of oppression.
The soldiers in Dajing were all sweating profusely and swallowing saliva.
Many people's hands holding weapons were shaking.
Even Jiang Yu's scalp was numb at the sight, and he prayed silently in his heart: "Brother Changsheng, you must come..."
A stick of incense later, the army of the Nine Dynasties was less than three miles away from Dajing, and all the Dajing soldiers were already covered in sweat.
At this moment, hundreds of thousands of cavalry from the Nine Dynasties suddenly accelerated.
"kill--"
A general from Tiangang raised his Fangtian painted halberd high and roared, followed by hundreds of thousands of cavalry roaring.
"kill--"
Hundreds of thousands of cavalry charged at full speed, with frightening power. The ground shook even more violently, frightening the Dajing soldiers' legs to tremble.
Cavalry, a nightmare on the battlefield!
A dynasty that can provide 200,000 cavalry is already the overlord. The Dajing soldiers have never seen so many cavalry, at least 500,000 or even more. They never dared to think that they saw it today, and it was still enemy.
The cavalry charges, swallowing up mountains and rivers, unstoppable!
The distance is getting closer!
When the two sides were less than two miles apart, Ping An stood up. He held a giant hammer in one hand, raised the two hammers high, and roared angrily.
"Roar--"
This roar actually overwhelmed the shouts of killing hundreds of thousands of cavalry. It was the roar of King Kong!
Facing thousands of enemy troops alone, fearless, just want to fight!
He is also the overlord of the world!
The peace at this moment turned into the god of war in the eyes of all Dajing soldiers, and the fear in the hearts of Dajing soldiers suddenly disappeared.
Ping An had a ferocious face and a ferocious smile. He struck each other with his hammers and roared excitedly, waiting for the enemy to approach.
The cavalry who were charging forward were frightened by his courage, but they did not slow down. They were also confident because there were millions of comrades behind them.
The distance between the two sides quickly shortened!
Fifty feet!
Thirty feet!
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and everyone looked up, with their mouths wide open and expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"How can it be……"
General Tiangang, who was holding the Fangtian Painted Halberd, had a ghostly expression on his face, his eyes were trembling, and he showed a look of despair.
I saw a huge purple palm shadow squeezing through the sea of clouds and striking down like a mountain. The size of the purple palm shadow was immeasurable. Hundreds of thousands of cavalry felt the darkness of the sky and the earth.
Meng Xuan, who was on the chariot, took two steps forward and was dumbfounded.
"Jin...Jin...He's coming!"
Meng Xuan said tremblingly, tightening the sword in his hand.
Boom!
The purple palm shadow smashed down, kicking up billowing dust and drowning hundreds of thousands of cavalry. The tens of millions of troops behind them stopped, and the strong wind mixed with sand and dust roared in all directions. Both the armies of the Nine Dynasties and the soldiers of Da Jing raised their hands to cover their eyes.
Ping An was also submerged in dust. From a distance, it looked like a dust storm rising up, flying hundreds of feet high, and sweeping across the heaven and earth.
The strong wind was howling, and Jiang Yu was relieved as he stood on the chariot. There was dust in all directions, making it difficult for him to see, but he knew that the man was coming.
Xu Tianji, Arakawa, Zong Tianwu, Ling Xiao, Zhang Tianren, etc., many people who knew that the immortal master was coming all looked excited.
"What was that just now?"
"What a terrifying palm shadow. What kind of vast skills can it have such domineering power?"
"Who is coming? Enemy or friendly forces?"
"They must be friendly forces. That palm was aimed at the enemy. Oh my god, I felt like the sky was falling just now!"
"Yes, the innocence has collapsed. How big is that palm? It feels like a mountain!"
The soldiers of Dajing discussed excitedly, and the generals shouted, telling them to stand ready and not relax.
A figure descended from the sky, passed through the billowing dust, and landed in front of Ping An.
Ping An felt the figure beside him and subconsciously picked up the giant hammer and swung it away.
boom!
Ping An was moved, his giant hammer was blocked by a finger of the other party, and his face became more ferocious.
"Don't make trouble."
A familiar voice came, and he was stunned, and his ferocious expression instantly turned into a silly smile.
"Teacher...Master..."
Ping An shouted excitedly, and a strong wind blew up from the ground, scattering the dust around him, and Jiang Changsheng's figure was revealed.
Jiang Changsheng was wearing a large feather robe that hooked Chen Tiangong, with a Taihang sword on his waist, and a unicorn fly whisk in his hand. When he waved it, the breeze blew away the dust on the battlefield.
Soon, the battlefield was revealed, and everyone looked at it with fear and horror on their faces.
In front of Jiang Changsheng and the two men, the ground was covered with blood and flesh, including horse corpses and human corpses, all of which had been crushed into pulp, mixed with stumps, covering the area for several miles.
A huge palm print appeared, two hundred feet wide and nearly three hundred feet long, but not very deep. There were also many corpses on the edge of the palm print, forming a purgatory zone.
This scene shocked the eyes and hearts of everyone on both sides.
This palm killed at least hundreds of thousands of cavalry!
The cavalrymen who were almost shocked to death froze on the spot, staring blankly at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in front of them.
"Master!"
Arakawa roared excitedly, Long Qiguan disciples cheered, and the Dajing camp suddenly exploded.
"Is he the Immortal Master of Longqi Temple?"
"Hiss—what kind of palm technique is this!"
"It's too scary. Is this Long Qiguan's unique skill? It deserves to be called the holy land of martial arts in Dajing!"
"The Martial God is here! It's the Martial God! The myth of martial arts!"
"Hahahaha, we are saved!"
"Is this a power that a warrior can achieve? None of the gods I've seen on the battlefield are far from this strong!"
Millions of soldiers were shouting in the great scene, and the sound was about to lift the sky.
They were so excited that they almost fainted, and they were all ready to die. Unexpectedly, the Immortal Master's magic weapon descended from the sky and interrupted the battlefield with a palm!
Such power will be unforgettable for them for the rest of their lives!
Unforgettable!
The soldiers of the Nine Dynasties Army were all pale and trembling, and some even dropped their weapons to the ground.
What did they see?
Are you a human?
Jiang Changsheng looked forward and saw a figure rising from behind the Nine Dynasties army, all of them gods.
Eight gods!
They are not the fake gods who burn their lifespan in the Mahayana Dragon Tower, but the real gods, each of them has a powerful momentum and creates a terrifying strong wind around them.
Meng Xuan was also among them, his face was gloomy, and he stared at Jiang Changsheng.
Although they knew about the Golden Body Realm, they had never seen a move from the Golden Body Realm. Jiang Changsheng's attack today shocked them.
What kind of martial arts skills can be displayed!
Meng Xuan shouted: "Senior Dongfang, please take action!"
His voice echoed under the sky, and he understood that if Jiang Changsheng was not restrained and Jiang Changsheng was allowed to slaughter the battlefield, it would be over.
(End of chapter)
