The two armies faced each other across the mighty Chang River.
This mother river that gave birth to Qin people's civilization is always filled with slightly scarlet water. At the same time, there are countless evil spirits in the undercurrent at the bottom of the river.
Monks from ordinary backgrounds often go into the river to find the right evil spirit for them to practice.
Some succeeded, and finally faded away from mortal life, became great monks, and started their own families.
And more were submerged in the rolling mud, leaving no trace.
The military drums at dawn competed with each other, and the beating became more and more vigorous.
Separated by the river, the two military formations lined up facing each other.
As the sun rose, the dense fog on the river surface that was originally unable to be dispersed was helplessly dispersed by the long wind, making the originally hazy river surface extremely clear.
The size of the living army has expanded to 200,000, and there are many foreign troops with special abilities on both wings. They all accepted Shi Daqi's "thoughts" and "ideas" and were recruited by Shi Daqi.
Although it cannot become the mainstream, it is a sharp knife that can tear open the enemy's gaps in a real battle.
There was a rapid sound of military drums, and the army of Cui Jin's camp was dispatched. In the vast expanse, a group of soldiers wearing black bone armor began to move forward neatly. Completely ignoring what lies ahead is the mighty river and the boiling evil spirit.
The chariot wrapped in evil spirit floated above the army like a ghost, and then stared at the living army on the other side with endless malice like a vulture eating carrion.
Cui Jin's handsome flag fluttered in the wind. With the sound of an explosion, Cui Jin's army and cavalry wings took the lead in dispatching. The soldiers of the Chinese army marched in neat steps, and the mountain wall squad advanced forward, shouting the word "kill" every few steps, and moved forward calmly. With a strong momentum.
The mighty river was also solidified by the neat evil spirit condensed by the army at this moment.
The army walking on the river actually felt as if they were walking on flat ground.
At the same time, the shrill horn horns shook the mountains, and a large number of slave soldiers began to run forward ahead of the cavalry. The chariots above their heads were like giant beasts, carrying archers with vicious talisman arrows, heading towards The living army pounced.
Although numerically, the number of heads of both armies is the same.
But in comparison with this majestic momentum, the living army was completely and completely at a disadvantage.
It's like the difference between a flock of sheep and a flock of lions.
The cavalry were running in the middle of the road, suddenly divided into left and right sides, and then like two sharp blades, they fiercely penetrated into the chest of the living army.
In the camp of the living army, the people who were hit were turned upside down in an instant, and two long holes were torn open.
Next, it is only necessary to divide the living army into small camps with the continuous influx of Cui Jin's army. The soldiers will be separated and the soldiers will lose their bloody fighting spirit and they can be strangled one by one.
The collision of flesh and blood, the sound of swords, guns, swords and halberds constantly piercing the body.
Roars, roars, and whines turned into notes on the battlefield and became one coherent piece.
The dense rain of arrows was like locusts crossing the border, and the dull shouts and short roars made the mountains and rivers tremble! In an instant, everyone's most primitive animal nature was aroused.
On this chaotic battlefield, justice and evil, freedom and equality, rights, wealth and glory have all become meaningless symbols.
People have only one thought... and that is to survive.
And in order to survive, you can only kill your opponent.
The winner gains everything and the loser loses everything.
Bumps, roars, roars, ferocious faces, bloody sword blades, low howls, diffuse smoke, the whole sky seemed to be shrouded and annihilated by the tragic atmosphere of this primitive fight...
Shi Daqi was holding the sword 'forged' for him by Feng Linyi and wearing a golden battle armor. He stood on top of a huge beast. He looked at the battlefield in the distance and the redder color on the river. , showing compassion in his eyes.
Then he shouted in a hoarse voice: "To survive!"
With the long sword unsheathed, he even drove the beast, as if he was about to go to the core of the battlefield.
Loud shouts and screams have become the only monotonous notes under the sky.
Shi Daqi's cry may be useful, or it may be useless.
However, the people around him heard the words of encouragement, spread them to each other, and then spread.
Infecting each other and motivating each other eliminated many inexplicable fears in our hearts.
Arrows flew wildly in the air, and the long-drawn arrow rain pierced the sky like locusts passing through. I saw soldiers falling to the ground after being hit by arrows.
At the front of the battlefield, Tang Ci had long since shed his former disguise. He was wearing the battle armor customized for him by Feng Linhui. With one man and one sword, he killed the warriors under Cui Jin's command without hesitation.
When the battle reached its peak, Tang Ci even began to recite poetry.
The immortal poem seems to have given his dazzling sword light a layer of immortal aura.
Tang Ci's cheeks were slightly red. He had not drank a drop of wine, but he seemed to be in a state of drunkenness.
In fact, it was the true energy in his body that was operating to the extreme, causing Qi and blood to surge.
If it weren't for Tang Ci's use of martial arts to enter Taoism, if ordinary monks were like this, they would have already damaged their foundation.
Wuya was also on the battlefield. She held a lancet in both hands. Every time she swung it, a body would fall. It was like playing Wushuang mowing grass. The indifferent Wuya was exuding malice at this moment.
Like a misfortune crawling out of hell.
In Cui Jin's army in the distance, some people no longer tolerated it, but with a flash of black light in their hands, they already attacked Tang Ci first.
Compared to Dajun, whether it is Tang Ci or Wu Ya, the role they can play is actually limited.
However, their bravery and crazy killings will increase their morale and make the living army that was originally scattered have a tendency to reunite completely.
All the soldiers who were in front of or in front of the black light, whether enemy or friendly, were blasted into pieces.
clang!
Tang Ci waved his sword to resist.
The black light collided with the long sword in Tang Ci's hand. Blood dripped from the corner of Tang Ci's mouth. He stepped on the river surface, stepped back a few steps, and then fell to the bottom of the river.
The black light rebounded, and when I looked at it, I realized that it was a black broadsword.
The blade fell into one person's hand. Without stopping, he locked his breath, aimed at the direction where Tang Ci fell into the water, and slashed out with one strike.
He was targeting not only Tang Ci, but also the living army soldiers surrounding him.
Standing on the high platform, Wang Yu held the medicine bottle tightly in his left and right hands.
Then he shouted loudly: "All the soldiers of the living army, you are not under me, Wang Yu."
The next moment, Wang Yu began to cough up blood crazily.
Various life-saving elixirs were poured into his mouth as if they were free of charge.
His whole body was gray and white, as if his blood had been drained.
At the same time, all the soldiers of the living army shouted together.
Whether they are those who originally had cultivation skills or ordinary people who had no cultivation ability, they all received the support of a powerful force.
Even if this power cannot last, at this moment, it has become an important bargaining chip to reverse the direction of the wind.
