Chapter four hundred and sixty-eight the soldier saint
"Here we go again!"
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth and raised his hand to pull out the setting sun.
Fu Sheng just smiled faintly, crossed his arms, and said with a smile: "Master Fengquan, you can take action!"
"Um."
Feng Quan's eyes were blazing, showing the demon race's arrogant and ferocious nature. He suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the long sword behind him, laughing loudly: "I have long wanted to open the snowy Tianchi with my sword, and now I can finally do it!"
"Giant Umbrella!"
Lin Zhao frowned: "As long as you can handle it, that's up to you!"
"Yes, sir!"
Zhi Zhi jumped up, holding the giant sword, and completely opened the entire mountain-protecting sword array. Suddenly the umbrella cover flew into the sky, like a golden giant umbrella covering the entire snowy Tianchi, and in the air, wind and springs
The swords were drawn out continuously, and dozens of sword lights struck the giant umbrella formation, causing the entire snowy Tianchi to tremble violently.
Fu Sheng took out a carving knife from his sleeve and wrote lines of large golden characters in the wind. Immediately after speaking, the golden words turned into a golden storm and hit the cover of the giant umbrella. He
There is obviously the appearance of a white deer behind him, which is a deer demon, but he attacks it using Confucian methods, which still looks a bit nondescript.
Lin Zhao turned around and looked around. Zhi Zhi's pretty face was slightly pale. She was holding a giant sword to guard the snowy Tianchi. It was roughly equivalent to the strength of a peak sword cultivator in the 12th realm. It would not be a problem to withstand a wind spring, but in addition
A Fu Sheng's attack seemed a bit overstretched, and if he kept on being so passive in defense, he would suffer big losses sooner or later.
"Dragon boat, get on!"
Lin Zhao's eyes turned cold and he shouted into the air.
Suddenly, an immortal boat soared from the Tianchi, passed through the giant umbrella array, and faced the two big monsters Fu Sheng and Fengquan on one side of the boat. The next moment, a door of spiritual crystals was arranged on the right side of the boat.
There was a loud noise from the cannon, and "puff-peng-peng" ball-shaped spiritual energy flames exploded around Fu Sheng and Feng Quan. Although they could not seriously damage the two monsters, they could at least harass them and make them unable to concentrate.
Attack the Mountain Guard Sword Formation.
"Chance!"
The moment Lin Zhao's thoughts moved, Zhi Zhi took action and raised the giant sword. Suddenly, the spiritual energy of the giant umbrella array suddenly condensed and turned into a golden sword energy that blasted towards Fu Sheng, forcing Fu Sheng to sacrifice a golden letter.
Resisting the attack of the sword array, at the same time, Feng Quan dragged a sword light towards the dragon boat. He was good at this. He was the one who destroyed the dragon boat last time!
However, just when Fengquan was about to draw his sword, he saw a sloppy man sitting on the bow of the dragon boat who was picking his nose. The sloppy man stood up, pulled out the sword behind him and climbed to the sky, raising the corner of his mouth.
.
"Oh shit!"
Feng Quan, as a peak sword cultivator in the Twelve Realms, would not be afraid of a dragon boat at all, but if Tang Guangjun, a sword cultivator in the Twelve Realms, was in charge of this dragon boat, then Feng Quan would have absolutely no chance of defeating the enemy, and it might even be possible.
Will get killed!
He twisted his body in the wind and no longer got close. He just fired a few sword energy in the distance. If he couldn't beat him, there was nothing he could do, but he still had to go through the motions.
"snort……"
Tang Guangjun sneered, this guy really only has three skills.
But at this moment, Qianqi Commander, an eighth-level martial artist who was controlling the dragon boat, frowned and said: "The war is about to begin. Who put that five-person and six-person janitor man on the boat!?"
A group of Snowland Cavalrymen were stunned: "We don't know either!"
"Hey, that guy!"
The Eighth Realm warrior frowned angrily: "We are killing demons, what are you causing trouble here? If you want to sleep, go to the cabin and sleep, don't make trouble for us here."
"Okay, okay..."
Tang Guangjun nodded and bowed in apology, then went to the cabin to take a nap with a sneer.
However, Fengquan in the wind is already wary. The combat power of a dragon boat is only that much. He still has a slight advantage. But if there is a military twelfth realm sword cultivator lying in the dragon boat, even if he is sleeping
Dajue can't help but be on guard?! After all, the sword cultivator's natal flying sword is so ruthless that he can kill people unexpectedly if he is not careful.
"Don't be idle anymore."
In the air, Fu Changshang waved his sleeves and said in a deep voice: "Let's attack the mountain together and level the snow-covered Tianchi as soon as possible!"
"Yes, Master Fu Sheng!"
Along with the roar, one after another figures rose from the snow forest in the north. There were twelve realms, eleven realms, and at least 20 upper-level five demons attacked the snow-covered Tianchi. For a time, Lin Zhao, Gu
Zhi, Muzhen and others are all a little disappointed, what about it? Just for a mere snowy Tianchi, just for the mere 20,000 human iron cavalry on the snowy Tianchi, the demon tribe actually attacked the mountain with overwhelming force. I really look down on the snowy land.
Tianchi.
"..."
Lin Zhao looked at the scene in the distance with his brows furrowed. He couldn't help but look back to the south. His aunt was entangled in the Xijianjiang River, and Miss Lin was also blocked by two big demons above the Muntjac Forest.
At this moment, it was impossible for anyone to come to the rescue of the Snowy Tianchi, and there could no longer be any miracles, so he could only use the second plan, to retreat and abandon the Snowy Tianchi.
In order to preserve the green hills without worrying about running out of firewood, this second plan was also a last resort. It cost a dragon boat to hold back the demon army, led by Zhi Zhi, Muzhen, Chu Yu, Chen Ben and others.
Everyone left the snowy Tianchi and the Mountain Top Villa as quickly as possible, or settled in Luoyan Mountain, where they could obtain the combat power of the Mohist Kunpeng Immortal Boat every half month, and the demon clan would not be too presumptuous.
…
A place on the frontier of the human world, the ancestral home of military strategists.
There are lotus flowers growing in a water tank, and the flowers are in full bloom at this time. Beside the water tank, there are two military saints overlooking the water tank. One is a man in green shirt carrying an empty silver scabbard, and the other is
They are young saints holding a bright silver spear and wearing white robes and silver armor. One is the military saint who is in charge of the ancestral family of the military family, and the other is the proud son of heaven, one of the seventy-two generals of the martial temple.
The blue shirt guest reached out, and immediately reflected the picture of the snowy Tianchi at this moment. When looking at Lin Zhao's desperate eyes, he frowned. The younger brother was beaten again.
It was somewhat unreasonable to do something. Immediately, he waved his hand again in another part of the water tank, and a second scene appeared, which was the battle on the Xijian River. Then he reached out and flicked his hand, and suddenly Lin Wanhua fought against Long Zheng, and Lu Huan's
The pictures also appear side by side.
"oops?"
The young military sage shuddered slightly and said: "It's amazing. I also know the art of observing the sky with water and moon, but it's not like you who can actually do three of them at the same time. Tsk tsk..."
"Isn't it awesome?"
The man in green shirt grinned: "This is called multi-screen display, learn how to do it."
The young military sage rolled his eyes. He had never understood how such an unscrupulous guy could obtain the title of Military Saint, and how could he become the only Fourteenth Level Sword Immortal in the world?
"The leaders of the Confucian and Mohist families have come to send news."
Qingshan Ke said: "The eleven sword-suppressing towers will be built at the fastest speed. Naturally, there is no need to say more about the construction methods of the Mo family. Once these eleven sword-suppressing towers are completed, they will make the world's swordsman strong.
Luck no longer flows to the north, but the four northern tribes will not sit idly by, so the Mohists built eleven sword-suppressing towers. We military strategists are responsible for guarding these eleven sword-suppressing towers. I will give you eleven thousand military strategists.
Monk, you take them down to the realm in advance and help my junior brother avoid this disaster."
"Does it really need to be so complicated?"
The young military sage frowned and said: "Isn't it too troublesome to spend a lot of time in the human race to consolidate the destiny of mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, and to raise a fourteenth realm sword cultivator? If you have the time, you can go down to the next world and use each sword to make Fus.
Ning Yuansheng, if Longzheng and his like are all cut down, it will be over. I remember back then, I always hit whoever I wanted to hit without any hesitation."
"Can it be the same?"
The green-shirted guest raised his eyebrows and wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he didn't refute anything. He just said helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to go. If I had the choice, I would rather stay in the world and teach my junior brother there with my own hands.
Swordsmanship, art of war, and my junior brother is very good at cooking. Snowy Tianchi often snows. If my junior brother and I both lived in the snowy Tianchi, we would be late every day.
A day without a cup of wine. Isn’t this life more carefree than that of a god? It’s just that... my junior brother has his own road to guard, and I, Ding Muchen, also have mine to guard. Things on the snow-covered Tianchi are difficult, but I will never have to deal with them.
The matter is difficult, and I might not be able to come back if something happens."
The young military sage couldn't help being stunned: "Is it really so dangerous?"
"What do you think?"
Qingshan Ke's eyes were slightly red: "When the world needs you to die, you will naturally not look back. Looking back will not be cool."
"Okay!"
The young soldier saint frowned and said angrily: "I promised you to take this trip, but you are stirring up excitement here. There is no one in the world who is capable of killing your soldier saint Ding Muchen!"
"Hahaha~~~~"
The man in green shirt laughed and said: "Okay, I'll leave it to you then. More than 10,000 soldiers have been waiting at the martial arts stage for a long time. When will I raise my sword and send you there?"
"at any time."
The young military sage rose into the air with a bright silver spear in his hands and headed straight for the huge martial arts stage on the right side of the military ancestral court. He smiled and said, "Is there anything you want me to bring to your junior brother?"
"No need. If you have any questions, I will tell him in person later."
"knew."
…
Snowy Tianchi.
Fu Sheng dragged an extremely sharp carving knife past again, and suddenly it turned into a blazing light across the sky above the snowy Tianchi. Coupled with the attacks of several other Twelve Realm great monsters, Zhi Zhi could no longer bear the weight.
The heavenly law is under heavy pressure.
"puff!"
She spat out a mouthful of blood, and her face became increasingly pale.
At the same time, many restrictions at the foot of the giant umbrella have been broken. Countless demon clans from the five realms have filed in, turning into gold-level and earth-level bosses, directly killing Shen Xingchen, Leng Yan, and Desolation.
After the defense line formed by the players was broken through, a large number of demon soldiers swept up the mountain and attacked the snow cavalry on the mountainside crazily. Many demon soldiers had even bypassed the snow cavalry and came directly to the north mountain.
"enough……"
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth and said: "Instruct the three armies to abandon the snowy Tianchi and withdraw to the Luoyan Mountain camp!"
"ah?!"
Zhizhi and Muzhen looked at Lin Zhao in disbelief, not expecting that they had actually reached this point.
…
At this time, during the battle, there was no light in the sky and the earth, but suddenly, a bright sword light came from the east. The sword light dispersed over the snowy Tianchi, and one after another figures fell on the snowy Tianchi.
They were all armored and sharp military monks, surrounded by the aura of soldiers. They all looked towards the north with murderous intent, and the falling figures were extremely dense. At least tens of thousands of military monks fell from the sky in an instant, and a statue of a military monk stood in the air.
Like a god!
"Buzz~~~"
In the air, the murderous aura all over the sky suddenly erupted, turning into a huge bright silver spear head and blasting into the ground in the north of the snowy Tianchi. Suddenly, the fierce murderous aura swept Fu Sheng, Feng Quan, Bai Ye and other five realm greats.
All the demons were forced back, and then, a figure in white robes and silver armor floated down, standing in the wind, raising a bright silver spear and pointing to the north. In an instant, countless iron cavalry figures rolled out from behind, attacking the demon army.
He was swaying here and there, and even Fu Sheng, Feng Quan and others could only avoid its sharp edge.
This military style cannot be achieved without a saint!
