The battlefield was dim, and visibility was extremely low for both the Nine Dynasty and Jing Dynasty armies, but they were still fighting hard, forgetting the fear of life and death.
The spiritual soldiers appeared on the battlefield and turned into a nightmare for the soldiers of the Nine Dynasties. They were shocked to find that these spiritual soldiers could not kill them all.
That evil spirit is still spreading the beans into soldiers!
call--
The strong wind picked up again, blowing away the dust on the battlefield. Everyone could see the battlefield clearly. The soldiers of the Nine Dynasties at the front continued to fight in bloody battles, while the soldiers at the rear were frightened.
The army of the Nine Dynasties was directly torn out a large area of blood. It was shocking, covering an area of more than ten miles. It was extremely horrifying. The blood was filled with blood, and blood flowed into rivers. Countless corpses lay there.
The earth is devastated, like the traces of the end of the world.
"How can it be……"
"He is not a human being...he is not a human being..."
"I wasn't dreaming...how to fight..."
"Why is this happening..."
"Impossible, impossible, it must be witchcraft, witchcraft!"
Many soldiers were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.
Meng Xuan raised his eyes and looked anxiously, looking for Senior Dongfang crazily.
As long as Senior Dongfang doesn't die, they still have hope!
Sudden!
He saw a body!
The corpse shone with a faint golden light, and Meng Xuan looked as if he had been struck by lightning, with a look of despair on his face.
I saw Senior Dongfang lying in the sea of blood, with only his upper body remaining, maintaining a fist-pumping posture. His body surface was still golden red, but full of cracks. His eyes were wide open, and he refused to close his eyes.
The palm that killed millions of soldiers just now also killed this strong man in the Golden Body Realm.
Meng Xuan looked up. As soon as he raised his head, his body froze. Not only him, more and more soldiers looked up, despair spreading on their faces.
I saw countless knives, swords, halberds, spears, hooks, axes and other weapons hanging upside down in the sky, so densely packed that I couldn't even count how many there were.
Even the soldiers from the two sides who were fighting began to notice the spectacular scene in the sky one after another, and their eyes widened.
The gods who were wreaking havoc on the battlefield distanced themselves and looked up at the sky.
One of them looked pale and smiled sadly: "What on earth are we facing..."
No one answered him, and he didn't need to answer, because he was asking himself.
Millions of weapons hang upside down in the sky, and only those facing them can feel the sense of oppression. At this moment, any hope and fighting spirit will be gone.
The war stopped again.
None of the soldiers on Da Jing's side cheered, they were all shocked and their minds went blank.
Can martial arts really be so powerful?
"Run away!"
I don't know who shouted, and countless soldiers of the Nine Dynasties suddenly woke up, turned around and ran away, and the earth shook violently again.
In the camps of the Nine Dynasties in the distance, everyone looked up at the sky full of weapons, and the elderly even knelt down, kowtowed constantly, and begged God for forgiveness.
They thought that they had offended God and that God wanted to punish them. Otherwise, they could not explain what they saw.
On top of Haohao's weapon, Jiang Changsheng looked down at everything, and finally waved his hand slowly.
If this battle was not cruel, it would be difficult to achieve a deterrent effect.
This was also the reason why he had been entangled with the Dongfang senior for a while. Killing him instantly was not desperate enough.
Of course, he didn't want to slaughter all the Nine Dynasties' army and just leave half of them alive. In a few decades, the land of Nine Dynasties would become the country of Dajing, and they would all belong to his family from now on.
Weapons swooped down all over the sky, like a torrential rain, descending with the force of a collapse of the sky.
At this moment, everyone in the army of the Nine Dynasties was in despair. The army of the Jing Dynasty had no surprise and just stared blankly at the coming massacre.
…
Sizhou, Beijing.
In the imperial palace, in the royal study.
Jiang Ziyu put down the memorial, stood up, and wandered around the room.
Jiang Xiu couldn't help but ask: "Father, are you worried about Master?"
He was also very worried. Can the Nine Dynasties Alliance, the Chaosong Alliance, and the Master alone be able to do it?
Jiang Ziyu recalled the scene of Jiang Changsheng fighting the Mahayana Dragon Tower alone to give himself confidence, but when he thought of the enemy's strength, he still couldn't control his uneasiness.
He, an emperor who had been fighting for half his life, had never seen an army of tens of millions. He could not imagine the vastness of an army of tens of millions.
Even if tens of millions of pigs and dogs charge together, it is unimaginable. How to resist?
A guard in white ran in and handed over a secret report.
Jiang Ziyu quickly opened it and looked at it. His face was still gloomy and he said: "I don't need information about the enemy's strength, I just want battle reports!"
"yes!"
The guard in white clothes left quickly.
Jiang Ziyu walked out of the room, looked up in the direction of the northern battlefield, and sighed.
"Father, the child depends on you."
Jiang Ziyu thought silently, and his eyes began to wander.
Jiang Xiu followed and stood beside his father, silent.
According to the time, the war should have started by now.
Whether the great situation will subjugate the country or conquer the world depends on this battle!
Although he knew that Jiang Changsheng was very strong, considering Jiang Changsheng's usual kind and kind attitude towards him, it was hard for him to imagine how Jiang Changsheng could turn the tide.
The closer the crisis came, the more upset the father and son became.
"Don't look at it, even if the evil way can contain the battlefield, Da Jing will also perish."
A cold voice came, and the father and son turned their heads in shock, only to see a figure appear on the eaves next to them.
It was the scholar from Juxing Tower.
The scholar held a folding fan in his hand and looked down at them with a half-smile.
Jiang Xiu's face changed drastically, and he was frightened.
Jiang Ziyu said with a cold face: "I thought Chaozong was really upright, so he would use such methods."
The scholar shook his head and laughed, and said: "There is no way, your backing is too difficult to chew on. Now there is no god in the capital. Emperor Dajing, what are your last words?"
Jiang Ziyu hummed: "If the two emperors join forces, will the Thirteen Prefectures be enough for us?"
"It is indeed not enough to switch to other dynasties, but the dragon veins hidden in the Thirteen States of Great Scenery must be fought for. In order to annex you, we have been preparing for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, our opponent has changed from the Mahayana Dragon Tower to the Demon Dao, but this is fine. There is no Dragon Tower, and there is no need to deal with other Chaozongs who are good friends with him." The scholar shook his head and said in a sighing tone.
Dragon veins...
I see.
Jiang Ziyu was relieved. He pulled Jiang Xiu behind him and asked, "It's okay to kill me, but can you let the others go?"
The scholar mocked: "Emperor, do you think it is possible? In order to win over the Nine Dynasties, we have changed batches of royal families. How can your Jiang family survive?"
"Today you must die, your son must die, and everyone in the entire palace must die!"
The scholar jumped up, the folding fan in his hand turned into a sharp blade, and he swung the fan towards Jiang Ziyu.
Jiang Ziyu immediately prepared to wave his palm to deal with it. At this moment, a figure appeared in front of Jiang Ziyu and pointed towards the sky. The energy visible to the naked eye shot out at an extraordinary speed and pierced the scholar's forehead.
The scholar's eyes widened and he cried out in horror: "How could it be him..."
Plop!
The scholar fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and blood poured out from his forehead, dyeing one of his eyes red.
Jiang Ziyu and Jiang Xiu were stunned, looking at the figure in front of them in disbelief.
Jiang Changsheng!
"Father...Master...why are you here?"
Jiang Ziyu was not surprised, but panicked. Jiang Changsheng was here, what should he do on the battlefield?
All of Da Jing's troops are on the battlefield. If they are slaughtered, Da Jing will die.
Jiang Ziyu felt desperate, but he couldn't blame Jiang Changsheng. He softened, lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "That's all, master, can you take my children away from Jing Dynasty, at least let the Jiang family retain their bloodline."
Jiang Xiu stared blankly at Jiang Changsheng's back, feeling equally mixed in his heart.
The master chose them between Jiangshan and them.
Jiang Changsheng turned around, looked at Jiang Ziyu, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, what are you thinking about? Get ready for victory."
Jiang Changsheng disappeared from the same spot, as if he had never appeared before.
Jiang Ziyu looked confused and did not understand what Jiang Changsheng said.
With Jiang Changsheng here, how can he win on the battlefield?
Could it be that Jiang Changsheng is rushing to the battlefield now?
…
In the courtyard.
Jiang Changsheng walked to the ground spirit tree and continued practicing.
Bai Qi couldn't help but ask: "Taoist Priest, you rely on a clone to go to the battlefield. Are you asking too much?"
Jiang Changsheng's clone technique is to divide spiritual power. The number can be divided into up to a hundred clones. In that case, only one percent of his own spiritual power will be left.
Now Jiang Changsheng has created a clone. Both the real body and the clone have only half of his spiritual power.
But enough is enough.
Jiang Changsheng did not want to rely on the art of clones, but the current situation was special. He felt that the enemy could not abide by martial ethics so much. As expected, someone came to attack Jiang Ziyu.
The one who is active on the battlefield now is his clone. The clone is enough to fight in the Golden Body Realm. Even if it appears in the Qiankun Realm, it can still fight!
Jiang Changsheng pretended to be helpless and said: "It's true, but there's nothing you can do about it, right?"
He was full of expectations. How much survival reward would this battle bring him?
Bai Qi was silent.
There was no one else in the courtyard. Jiang Changsheng deliberately kept them away so as not to expose his magic. It was enough to leave Bai Qi Yilang to show off.
New buds began to grow on the branches of the Earth Spirit Tree. The breeze blew and the spiritual energy surged, making it cool under the tree and not feeling the cold sun.
…
On the battlefield of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, hundreds of miles of wasteland became a purgatory on earth.
The ground was covered with weapons, each of which was impaled on a corpse. Some were nailed to the ground, and some were hung on spears and halberds. They were so densely packed that they were impossible to count.
Jiang Yu directed the soldiers to clean the battlefield. He looked at the corpses in all directions, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.
The Jing Dynasty army was chasing the Nine Dynasties army, and tens of thousands of troops were left to inspect the battlefield.
thump!
A corpse fell down next to Jiang Yu. It was Meng Xuan, the commander-in-chief of the Ninth Army in Tongwu Valley.
Meng Xuan also died with his eyes open, his face covered in blood.
Jiang Yu didn't know that the other person was a god and thought he was just an ordinary person. He turned around and saw Jiang Changsheng falling from the sky with a white cloud under his feet.
Zongyun...
Jiang Yu's eyelids twitched, and he could no longer care about the shock. He looked at Jiang Changsheng and said with emotion: "Brother Changsheng, it is you who can once again turn the tide of the situation."
He knew very well that without Jiang Changsheng, Da Jing would have returned to Chu long ago, and the Jiang family would have become a joke in history.
Jiang Changsheng looked down at him and said with a smile: "It's time for me to go back. The gods and men on the opposite side are all dead, and what's left are the poor bandits. Don't chase too closely. Although you won a great victory, the great scene also requires Time to digest.”
Jiang Yu nodded and urged: "Okay, go back quickly. I'm worried that someone is plotting to kill your Majesty."
Jiang Changsheng turned around, walked away through the clouds, and disappeared from the horizon in the blink of an eye.
So fast!
The heaven and the earth are free and easy, and you are truly an immortal.
Jiang Yu sighed in his heart. He couldn't understand Jiang Changsheng's power, but he only needed to know that Jiang Changsheng was one of his own.
His mood surged.
After this battle, how strong will Da Jing be?
(End of chapter)
