The sky was clear without a cloud, and the heat was rising with the sun. Because of the blood on the ground, the smoke and dust could no longer follow the footsteps of the horses of the soldiers of the two armies.
The sun hung in the sky like fire, burning the earth.
Sweat flowed down from every soldier's head, and a drop of sweat the size of a soybean fell to the ground, blending with the blood.
The horse's hoof stepped on it, and he quickly lifted it up, as if the blood and water were flames, and it would burn his feet if he stepped on it.
Lin Chuan was among the crowd and glanced at the battlefield with a sad look.
As the Xinghui Legion launched a charge without fear of death, the Purple Sky Legion's initial advantage was instantly evened out.
After all, they are some soldiers with low-level soul tools. Even if they have experienced dozens of wars, the gap in equipment cannot be made up.
No country could ignore the Sun and Moon Empire's lead in soul guidance devices.
This is why, nowadays, top soul guidance academies such as Qianling Royal Academy, Shrek Academy, and Star Luo Empire Academy are divided into martial soul department and soul guidance department.
If it weren't for the disparity in the number of soldiers between the two armies, the Zitian Army's enthusiasm would have been in vain in the face of such a big situation.
Seeing that if they continue to fight, they will not be able to gain any advantage. Without saying a word, Lin Chuan led the team to prepare to retreat.
Sacrifice can be made, but it must not be in vain. If you continue to fight, you will only get killed.
"Boy, your cultivation has improved very quickly, but your sword skills are still not mature enough!"
Lin Chuan has been famous for more than 20 years. It is completely reasonable to call Duan Tianya a boy.
And both of them knew that if it weren't for national hatred, the two of them would definitely become very good friends.
Even Duan Tianya himself didn't know whether he came here to repay Yu Beichuan's favor or to save Lin Chuan...
"Linchuan, if you know what's going on, surrender immediately. This time, General Yu Bei is determined to capture Xuanling Pass.
In addition to me, General Yu Bei also invited five other Contras to help in the battle. Xuanling Pass - must be broken today! "
Lin Chuan's face turned gloomy when he heard Duan Tianya's threat. He knew that Duan Tianya's words were threatening on the surface and trying to persuade him to surrender.
In fact, it’s also to remind myself.
After Lin Chuan killed several Xinghui Riders with his sword, he looked around blankly. In just a moment, blood flowed like a river.
After sighing, Lin Chuan fought his way out and led the remaining soldiers towards Xuanling Pass.
In the face of such a big situation, individual bravery cannot turn the tide of the war. He could only try his best to protect some of the Purple Sky Army to reduce sacrifices.
But Yu Beichuan's Xinghui Cavalry is not a vegetarian. These bloodthirsty jackals will not just watch their prey escape.
Jackals slew into the frightened sheep. The sharp soul-guided weapons are as powerful as breaking bamboo. The Zitian soldiers retreated while resisting the attack, but accidentally distanced themselves from their teammates and fell into the enemy's siege.
The result, of course, is death.
The screams were endless. The clear voice made Lin Chuan realize that retreating like this would not work.
Lin Chuan stopped retreating, turned around, waved the long knife in his hand, and rushed into the sea of people behind him. He wanted to hold back the Xinghui army and buy time for his soldiers to retreat.
When a tiger joins a pack of wolves, his soul skills are unleashed for free, one after another, like the scythe of death, harvesting heads crazily.
But facing the huge human army, Contra was also a little weak.
The moment Lin Chuan rushed into the army, Zhang Qing made a decisive decision. He wanted to take off Lin Chuan's head more than those Zitian soldiers who retreated.
The value of a Contra is far beyond what thousands of low-level soldiers can compare to. At Zhang Qing's signal, the pursuing Xinghui Cavalry began to retreat and surround Lin Chuan.
The soul-guided spear in the Star Rider was a thrust towards Lin Chuan's figure. Even though Lin Chuan was agile, he would always be unable to defend himself against dozens of spears.
With a pop, a spear from Xinghui Cavalry slashed across the thigh of the war horse under Lin Chuan's crotch.
"Nantong, you're riding a horse - you're blind!" Lin Xiuya shouted at Xuanling Gate, looking at Lin Chuan who was being attacked by thousands of people and fell to the ground.
Lin Chuan is very strong, but after all, he is not a Titled Douluo, and he does not have the strength to fight one against ten thousand.
"Save people!" As Lin Xiuya's voice fell, the door of Xuanling Pass suddenly opened.
Nantong led two lieutenants through the retreating army and rushed towards the Xinghui army. Although he knew that he might be hopeless and had little hope, he still chose to save people.
Because Zitianbing will never give up on any teammate, let alone Lin Chuan!
"Hey!!!" The two tigers gathered together, but there was no joy on Lin Chuan's face, and his expression became more solemn.
"Who asked you to come here!" As he spoke, Lin Chuan jumped up and stabbed the long knife in his hand fiercely into the chest of a Xinghui rider.
The long period of fighting made Lin Chuan understand that if he wanted to survive, he needed to make good use of his little remaining soul power.
After killing an enemy, Lin Chuan just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he received more and more violent attacks!
"Linchuan - die!" Perhaps because he had seen enough of Lin Chuan's embarrassed appearance, Zhang Qing stopped playing, then released his soul skills and rushed towards Lin Chuan.
Zhang Qing's martial spirit is a mutated golden leopard. Although it is not a very powerful martial spirit, facing the scarred Lin Chuan, he is confident in taking off Lin Chuan's head!
He rushed towards Lin Chuan quickly. He was not far from Lin Chuan originally, but now he sprinted over quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind Lin Chuan.
The dark soul ring flickered, Zhang Qing opened his weapon wide, and stabbed Lin Chuan's chest straight with the sharp claws in his hand.
This time, it would not be so easy for Lin Chuan to resist without using his soul skills.
He gritted his teeth, poured the remaining soul power into his hands, and swung the long knife in his hand to slash at the sharp claws.
The sharp knife and the diamond claws collided together, making a violent sound, fierce sparks flew out, and Lin Chuan felt numbness in the tiger's mouth and severe pain on his arms.
The huge impact force made him unable to stabilize his body at all, and he flew backwards.
But the battle was not over yet. Several Xinghui Riders seized the opportunity and thrust the spears and spirits in their hands towards Lin Chuan's chest.
"Go to hell!" A Xinghui Rider showed a ferocious look on his face. The spirit of the Wind Soul Gun in his hand was filled with all the power, and he rushed towards Lin Chuan's chest and stabbed him.
Lin Chuan was out of strength at this moment and no longer had the ability to resist. In addition, the opponent was riding on a war horse, and he had an absolute advantage in terms of weapons and height.
Although Lin Chuan wanted to struggle again, this swift shot was right in front of him, and he was unable to resist.
