The armies of both sides got closer and closer, and when they were almost two miles away, they began to stop slowly, leaving a large area in the middle as a buffer zone.
The Jiangcheng Mansion soldiers led by Ding Xian were all wearing iron armor, holding silver spears in their hands, and had solemn expressions. They numbered about six to seven thousand.
On the opposite side, the Taiyun bandits were all wearing red shorts and shorts, with their breasts exposed, and some were holding swords, axes and even other weird weapons.
Although in terms of equipment, it is far less sophisticated than Jiangcheng's. However, its number of people is large, exceeding ten thousand people. The total number seems to be twice that of Jiangcheng.
The strength of a military formation is often related to the number of people. When the number of people exceeds 10,000, a qualitative change will occur.
Therefore, Ding Xian, the lord of Jiangcheng City, looked quite solemn.
Ding Xian was wearing golden armor and a golden helmet, and he was riding a horse with snow-white fur and no trace of hair.
He looked towards the opposite side from a distance, looked around and said, "Have you noticed, which way is the Taiyun Bandit facing us?"
To his left, the old man Qing Jun, who had met Liu Mang before, pondered for a moment and then said: "Many of the bandit leaders opposite have evil ghost patterns on their faces or bodies. They should belong to the bandits in recent years.
The newly emerging Baigui Village."
After hearing this, many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Among the bandits on the Eighteenth Route of Taiyun, the Taiyuan Village, Lingyun Village, Motian Village, Heifeng Village, Qiulong Village and other mountain villages are the most famous and the most difficult to deal with.
The new Shanzhai is relatively easy to deal with.
At the same time, they also knew that the top-ranked cottages must be attacking Quancheng and Jingcheng, two cities with famous names.
At this time, only a loud shout was heard:
"I am a Yaksha ghost under the Ghost Throne, who dares to fight with me!"
A big man with red hair and eyes as fierce as copper bells landed in the middle of the two armies.
He was holding a trident, and his upper body was exposed, revealing his strong muscles. At this time, he looked at the Jiangcheng soldiers with a wild expression.
Everyone in the Jiangcheng camp understood that this was a battle between the two armies in front of the formation.
The winner can unite the morale of the army, improve the strength of the military formation, and increase the combat effectiveness of the army. On the contrary, the loser will cause the morale of the own army to collapse, and the power of the military formation will also be weakened.
Through the method of fighting generals, the winner can often win at the minimum cost and as quickly as possible. It is also the most commonly used method before two armies fight.
"Who will come with me to take the life of this Yaksha brat?" Ding Xian asked in a deep voice.
He looked at the masters on his side. In addition to the three commanders of the City Lord's Mansion, there were also: Guo Junwen, the leader of the Ice Soul Sect, Zhou Shilong, the leader of the Yinsha Sect, Ge Zhijian, the new leader of the Jiquan Sect, and Du Shaofeng, the new leader of the Changsheng Sect.
Qi Da, the head of the Qi family, Fang Zhengjiang, the head of the Fang family, Kuang Shanzhong, the head of the Kuang family...
Basically, the well-known forces in the inner city have sent considerable force.
As the saying goes, if there is no skin left, how will the hair be attached?
If the Taiyun Mountain bandits really attack Jiangcheng, all the forces will be faced with a disaster, and they have no choice but to not contribute at this time.
"Let me go meet him!" Fang Zhengjiang put his hand on the sword at his waist, started his Qing Gong, and appeared in the center of the field with a 'whoosh' sound.
As the current face of the Fang family, although Fang Zhengjiang is only at the peak of the fourth level, he is proficient in swordsmanship and has rich experience, and is not afraid of the Yaksha ghost in front of him at all.
The yaksha ghost roared and stabbed Fang Zhengjiang with the trident in his hand!
Fangzheng Jiang Yiran was not afraid. He pulled out the sword from his waist with a 'clop' sound, and the light yellow zhenqi swept through his body, fighting around the Yaksha ghost.
Only the clanking sound of metal could be heard, as well as the sparks that kept splashing and extinguishing.
The two sides fought fiercely for 40 to 50 rounds. The Yasha Ghost was obviously superior in skills. He stabbed Fang Zhengjiang directly in the abdomen with a fork, causing blood to fly!
Fang Zhengjiang endured the pain and retreated quickly, barely escaping back to his own camp.
"Mr. Fang's skills are inferior to others." Fang Zhengjiang looked ashamed. He didn't expect that he couldn't even defeat an unknown leader on the opposite side.
"It doesn't matter, victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers, so Fang Daxia doesn't have to blame himself too much." Ding Xian, however, looked calm.
He looked across.
After the Yasha ghost won this battle, the tens of thousands of troops on the opposite side became excited and roared in unison, the sound shaking the heaven and earth.
At the same time, the vitality and spirit of the tens of thousands of bandits in Baigui Village were carried into the sky by a large formation.
In the sky above them, a huge evil ghost with two horns was formed!
The evil ghost's phantom was approximately one hundred feet long, exuding a terrifying power that made people palpitate.
At the moment when the ghost's phantom was formed, everyone in Jiangcheng felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts, and their courage subtly faded away.
The old man Qingjun looked solemn: "In front of the battle, every time the opponent wins a game, his momentum will inevitably increase. We must not let it increase endlessly, otherwise we will be in danger!"
"Let me take care of him!" At this time, someone else volunteered.
When everyone took a look, it turned out to be Ge Zhijian, the new sect leader of the Ji Fist Sect.
The original master of Jiquan Sect, Zhao Zheng, known as Jiangcheng's best external martial arts master, disappeared mysteriously for unknown reasons.
The position of sect leader was taken by his junior brother Ge Zhijian.
Ge Zhijian's cultivation level is also at the peak of the fourth level, and he is only one step away from reaching the fifth level.
Since he had just become the master of the sect, he was even more determined to establish his authority, so he took the initiative to apply for the position.
Ding Xian nodded in agreement, and Ge Zhijian stepped on the ground so hard that a deep pit was created, and his body flew to the center of the field like a roc spreading its wings.
"Yaksha brat, I am Ge Zhijian of Ji Fist, here to send you to the west!"
Ge Zhijian held a thick silver iron rod in his hand and hit the yaksha ghost hard without thinking!
Both of them are masters of external martial arts, but their comparison is based on pure strength, endurance, and martial arts moves.
All I could see was roaring, flying sand and rocks, and smoke and dust filling the sky.
The two sides fought for thirty or forty rounds in an instant, with no winner or loser.
Ge Zhijian is worthy of being the new leader of the Ji Fist Sect. He becomes more and more brave as he fights, and he becomes superb with an iron rod.
After selling a flaw and turning around to leave, the Yasha ghost followed closely and wanted to stab him to death.
However, Ge Zhijian suddenly turned around and struck back with his horse stick. A sharp point stretched out from the head of the stick and was fiercely inserted into the throat of the yaksha ghost!
The Yasha ghost covered his throat where blood was pouring out, his eyes showed an expression of disbelief, and he fell to the ground helplessly.
"Roar!"
Jiangcheng's soldiers kept hitting the ground with their guns, and they also made loud roars.
A huge spear phantom suddenly appeared in the sky above Jiangcheng's camp, confronting the evil ghost phantom from afar without giving in.
This time Jiangcheng's side won the victory, and the strength of the military formation was strengthened to a certain extent.
However, before Ding Xian could show his joy, another strange man with copper coins all over his body flew out from the Baigui Village camp.
"I am a greedy man under the Ghost Throne! I am here to take your life!"
Ge Zhijian was so angry that he picked up the iron rod and was about to throw it at the money-greedy man.
But I saw the money-greedy man raised his sleeves, and a series of copper coins flew out, hitting Ge Zhijian with a "dang-dang" sound, and sparks flying everywhere.
Before Ge Zhijian could continue to rush forward, another heavy ingot hit his temple at a tricky arc angle!
Blood continued to ooze from his eyes, and he fell to the ground with a thud.