Tang Zhao calmed down, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and concentrated on constructing the talisman to bridge the gap, but the battlefield over there was in chaos.
The Shura City in the sky becomes more and more solid, and the swordsmen can see the wide and thick city walls and the beautiful architectural details below. The style of Shura City is full of weird fantasy, as well as Moyun City, and the buildings in the world.
Completely different, but it does have a unique artistic aesthetic.
The sudden change in the resonance of heaven and earth just now made everyone nervous: This is an unprecedented disaster. If it is really caused by Shura City, does that mean that the enemy is stronger than ever before?
Cui Yinsheng stared at the Shura City in the sky, his eyes gradually becoming bloodshot. The sudden change just now also disrupted his already well-established self-confidence.
"All the robes -" He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a sword as long as a big gun came out of its sheath and pointed directly at the sky. Pixiu raised his head at the same time and roared in front of him!
In Shura City, the door is opening, and the light behind the door is getting brighter and brighter, like an eye full of strangeness.
"Form up!"
At this time, in addition to the places where swordsmen and soldiers stayed, other positions inside and outside the sea of clouds were filled with countless bean sprouts. Unlike the tool men under Tang Zhao who worked hard, these bean sprouts were indeed called "sprout soldiers". They were arranged in rows
Neat and well-organized, the slender body stood straight and the height was level, giving it a rather military appearance.
Although the Ya soldiers have no equipment at all, they only have a long cast iron spear in their hands. But from a distance, they can see a forest of spears and a cloud of soldiers.
Climbing steadily.
It is this kind of momentum that Pixiu Sword wants.
The commander waved the flag, and all the soldiers followed the flag.
When the flag moves, one person moves forward.
When the two flags move, ten people form a team.
Three flags move, a hundred people make a song——
Thousands of people form a regiment, ten thousand people form an army...
One person, ten people, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand people!
Eight or nine thousand bud soldiers, led by more than a hundred soldiers, raised their spears to the sky, and the mountains shouted long live.
When one person goes into battle, it is not obvious. When ten people form a team, there is an inexplicable momentum rising. When a hundred people line up, the clanging aura of killing is ready to come out. When there are thousands of people, the killing aura is ready.
The air was so solid that it was visible to the naked eye, condensed into ropes, nets, and cages, and it rushed towards...
On Pixiu on the handsome stage!
Pixiu was urged by the momentum, and his body suddenly swelled up, as if he had exerted his magical power to control the sky and the earth. He had grown to more than ten feet, and his military killing aura suppressed all living beings like a mountain. He was already like a real divine beast!
This is the Pixiu Sword.
The Pixiu Sword is originally the sword of elite soldiers and strong generals, and it is also the sword of thousands of armies.
Any momentum gathered by the military formation can bless the Pixiu Sword, which is called "borrowing momentum". The more people there are, the greater the momentum, and the stronger the Pixiu Sword will be.
And this kind of suppression increases exponentially. If there are thousands of troops and their momentum rises to the sky, a single strike of a sword can shake the stars and turn the world upside down!
So people say that Pixiu Sword Cui Yinsheng can lead troops, the more the better!
It's a pity that although there are thousands of people now, they are still bud soldiers. The bud soldiers only have the momentum of being arranged in a neat queue, and there is no murderous or evil spirit at all.
That kind of murderous aura condensed into substance can only be accumulated by hundreds of refined soldiers through countless battlefield killings and war experiences, and cannot be easily imitated. The sprout soldiers are just small soldiers growing out of the soil, as pure as a handful of bean sprouts.
Rustic, how can there be murderous intent?
A hundred bud soldiers are not as powerful as one real old pawn.
If we talk about combat effectiveness, it's pretty much the same.
This is why the convenient and easy-to-use bud soldiers are not widespread in Qiancheng, or even not very popular.
Except for Moyun City, other cities will not raise large numbers of bud soldiers. They are not even qualified as cannon fodder. They can only be used for hard work such as repairing the city and moving rocks.
Only the Pixiu Sword is sometimes used to support its momentum. Nearly ten thousand Bud soldiers, even with just flags and spears, are enough to throw a whip to cut off the flow.
Seen from a distance, the tens of thousands of bud soldiers look so spectacular and their momentum soars into the sky.
They won't be afraid, won't be confused, hold their ground, and keep their momentum.
As long as the momentum continues, the large army will not be in chaos, and the overall situation will appear to be stable, which in turn will increase morale. The mortal soldiers who lead them can also remain stable, and these ordinary people with the ultimate combat power have also found ways to stay behind.
The meaning of fighting here is that the bud soldiers and the soldiers complement each other.
In addition to the borrowed aura, Pixiu Sword's own aura is also rising steadily. The sword essence surges from the sword and wraps around the aura, both of which strengthen it.
Cui Yinsheng's eyes were fixed on the city in the sky. He was still thinking about Tang Zhao who was struggling in the middle of the gap. He wanted to know the progress of closing the gap, but he really didn't have the attention to devote to them. He could only hope that he would pick it up halfway.
The returning Talisman Sword Master is powerful enough to make the final decision.
Whoosh whoosh——
As the commander's flag waved, dozens of swordsmen drew their swords one after another. In accordance with military discipline, they did not use their sword elephants in advance. There were only sword auras crisscrossing the air, and their momentum increased again.
Swordsmen are different from ordinary soldiers. The sword will protect them. If the swordsmen do not volunteer, their momentum will not be directly borrowed by the Pixiu Sword. In a non-emergency situation, even Cui Yinsheng will not ask all swordsmen to open their sword hearts and draw those swords.
Returning Qi to himself, because that will make one person's power completely suppress all the swordsmen present, so that everyone can't stretch their swords. Even the sword elephant can't be released. Although his power will be greatly increased, the overall strength of the legion will be reduced.
The momentum of our own side is rising, but it is very inspiring. For a time, the three-level military formation - swordsman - general has become one, and it is time to prepare for attack.
"Roar--"
A loud roar came from the sky.
Although the sound was fierce and loud, it did not seem to be the sound of an animal, but rather seemed to come from a human throat.
The Shura City in the sky was finally completely solidified, and the city was solid and stable, as if it had been hanging high in the sky since ancient times.
Cui Yinsheng gave a "drink" and said loudly: "Friends across the way, which one are you from? The gap between the two realms is closed, and the demons cannot enter. Do you still remember the rules between the two realms? It's your king who wants to challenge me.
Provocative?"
What answered him was roar after roar.
There was more than one person on the opposite side, and there were thousands of troops and horses ready to attack. Judging from the roars that erupted from the depths of their throats, they were more like a pack of hungry wolves than soldiers and horses.
Cui Yinsheng instead smiled and said coldly: "This is a case of meeting someone who doesn't understand the rules. Well, the ignorant are not guilty, and the ignorant will die without complaint!"
As he spoke, his sword energy surged, as if he was about to pierce the city wall and counterattack in the next moment. But in the end, the sword energy only rose into the air like a torch.
After all, Moyun City is the defender, and even the forward city is also the defender. They are bound by rules, and when facing a powerful enemy like the Shura Tribe, they must strike later, strictly abide by all rules, and do not follow the truth.
Cui Yinsheng has a hot temper, but he has a heavy responsibility. After all, he must put the overall situation first. He has been on the front line for a long time. He is well aware of some secret situations and taboos. Only when the demon takes the initiative to attack the human world can he legitimately press forward to fight. Otherwise, he may violate deeper taboos.
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But, it's coming soon.
He raised his head and saw the figure looming in front of the gate.
"alright!"
At the same time, on the floating board, Tang Zhao carved the final stroke.
Under the complicated eyes of Elder Ou Ye on the opposite side of the bronze mirror, Tang Zhao shouted in peace and asked all the bean sprout soldiers to work together to push this huge stone several feet high into the depths of the sea of clouds——
Others may not be able to see clearly, but in Tang Zhao's eyes, the boulder is exactly in the shape of a gap that has been reduced hundreds of times. Its edges are blurry, shrinking and stretching at any time.
Fluttering and flickering, the boulder finally flew to an extremely delicate position, forming a layered and regular corner between the formations that had been placed next to the fissure.
"Mi——"
Beams of light emitted from the formation's feet, like a vortex, spiraling around the formation's eyes, like countless screws tightening nuts.
The array eye immediately started to rotate, and layers of invisible air pillars emitted from the surrounding area, constantly expanding, growing layer by layer along a special trajectory. It was like a big hand tightening a bottle cap.
Behind the fastest extending air column, there is another layer of small, flashing flames that are constantly expanding, and in the inner layer, a viscous, shapeless liquid is about to flow out.
Layer upon layer, the energy in the boulder stretches out into the crack like a layer cake. Until each layer expands to the edge of the gap, firmly blocking the crack.
The first layer that is fastened is the outermost and lightest wind layer!
Whether it can be fastened tightly depends on the first layer of tenon joints.
The wind quality layer is invisible to the naked eye, and its stable extension is almost difficult to capture. But in Tang Zhao's eyes, the boundary of that layer has completely turned into the shape of a void through complex transformations.
"I can catch it!"
Almost when he came to a conclusion, the gap seemed to tremble, and then suddenly stabilized. The surrounding sea of clouds also stopped churning at the same time, as if time stood still at this moment.
Sticky!
The gap is as if the wound has been covered with transparent ointment, the twitching has stopped, and the blood loss has stopped.
It's just that the wound has not healed, and it doesn't even seem to be narrowing. That can only be achieved if the second layer of fire, the third layer of water, and even the fourth layer of soil are completely covered.
I'm afraid it won't be a moment. The speed of the second layer is ten times slower than the first layer, and the third layer is ten times slower again...
What Tang Zhao was afraid of was that the other side would rush over and wash away all the good repair materials before the second level could be raised, which would be a useless effort.
In any case, his mission as a Talisman Sword Master has come to an end, and since the Talisman Stone was let go, there is no room for adjustment.
Now it’s time to fight!
He drew his sword and glanced at the two shadows in the sky and in the cave.
For the final victory, he must continue to contribute his own strength and fight like a swordsman.
After he made up his mind to draw the sword, the fairy who had been floating quietly behind him shook her head. Although she was not sarcastic, her indifferent features seemed to show dissatisfaction, and she spoke silently, as if to say: "Clumsy!"