Because there was no ready-made armor, some people offered Zhao Yuan helmets, some offered Zhao Yuan armor, and still others offered combat boots to Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuanying, who had put on his military uniform, was full of energy, his body became more and more majestic, and he had a vague aura of a strong man looking down on the world.
"Crazy Taoist, arrows!" Zhao Yuan called out a long bow and a bundle of sharp arrows from the Sumeru Ring.
"Yes, sir!" The mad Taoist priest and Zhao Yuan had a tacit understanding, and immediately threw off their arms and carried the sharp arrow on their shoulders.
"Walk!"
Zhao Yuan held a long bow in his hand, raised his arms and roared, and rushed towards the wall close to the battlefield first. Dozens of soldiers followed behind him. His thick combat shoes stepped on the bluestone, making a rumbling sound, as if he had returned to the battlefield.
The glorious years of running thousands of miles on the grassland.
Being able to fight with Zhao Yuan is the highest honor for the soldiers of Blackwater City!
Because of the battle with Zhao Yuan on the grassland, Yang Cheng and the others gained a high status in Blackwater City.
Wearing Da Qin's standard armor, everyone ran quickly and arrived at the inner city wall without being blocked.
Zhao Yuan began to issue orders and arrange battle formations.
Everyone had cooperated hundreds of times on the Cinu Prairie. It could be said that they had a clear understanding of each other and were familiar with the road. Soon, the soldiers entered a fighting state, surrounding Zhao Yuan like stars over the moon. Their cold weapons exuded murderous intent.
Soaring metallic light.
Zhao Yuan's goal is very clear.
Cultivators.
In the Qin Empire, cultivators were not allowed to enter the imperial palace.
At this time, the sky was in full swing, and the killing was in full swing. It was indistinguishable, and it was in a tragic stalemate. Blood filled the air, and the air was filled with blood. The blood was so strong that it was nauseating.
The cultivators had a clear upper hand.
In the palace, there are not many warriors who can fly in the air. Therefore, the number of cultivators fighting in the sky also has a clear advantage, and the warriors are at a disadvantage.
Although the four gods are invincible, they cannot withstand large numbers of people. Each of them has to face at least five cultivators. For warriors, battles in the sky and battles on the ground are completely different things. Moreover, cultivators
The enemy's flying sword strikes like lightning, making it impossible to defend against.
Under the siege of the cultivators, the four gods were already showing signs of fatigue and wetness. From time to time they would fall to the ground to borrow strength. They were a little embarrassed and at the end of their strength. They were completely relying on their bravery to risk their lives and not be afraid of death.
courage to make up for the lack of combat effectiveness.
Why not use the strengths of a warrior on the ground?
You must know that the most suitable combat environment for a warrior's powerful physical body is the ground.
Immediately, Zhao Yuan understood that if the four gods fought with the cultivators on the ground, it would definitely cause a devastating blow to the warriors on the ground of the palace, and it would also destroy the buildings of the palace, because the formation of the palace was very powerful.
Probably only for defense in the sky.
Of course, protecting the palace is only second. The most important thing is that if the warriors all fall to the ground, then they will be in a position to be beaten, because the cultivators do not need to fall to the ground at all, they only need to use their spiritual energy to control the flying sword to kill the enemy.
That’s it.
If cultivators hunted the warriors in the palace unscrupulously in the sky, the consequences would be disastrous.
Unless everyone hides in the building, with the help of the protection of the formation, those cultivators are allowed to massacre in the palace.
Obviously, it is impossible for the palace guards to allow this situation to occur. This is not only related to the dignity of the royal family, but also related to the dignity of the masters.
A steady stream of warriors came to reinforce them from all directions. The ground of the palace was a large black area, with swords and guns standing everywhere, armors clashing, and the military appearance was in full bloom.
Unfortunately, those cultivators seem to know that warriors cannot stay in the air for a long time. The places where they fight are all at a certain distance from the ground. This distance has become a chasm that some low-level warriors cannot cross...
…
Zhao Yuan remained calm, stood still, and calculated silently, looking for the best opportunity.
The battle in the sky became increasingly fierce, with surging spiritual energy and mighty warrior Qi everywhere. From time to time, corpses of cultivators and warriors would fall to the ground.
The opportunity has come!
The Great Hammer God and the Silver Armor God landed at the same time. Zhao Yuan was looking for a moment when two of the four great warriors landed at the same time to take advantage of their strength.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Dozens of sharp arrows shot out silently, like empty lines, incredibly slow. What was even more suffocating was that those dozens of sharp arrows were like wrapped in a ball of black flames.
That's not a flame, that's the seal of the ancient martial witch. The flame seems to be summoning the vast power in the void.
The world-famous art of shooting arrows!
However, at this time, Zhao Yuan's arrow technique was different from before. Not only could he not be noticed by the enemy, but he also injected the power of the "War Elephant" realm into the sharp arrows.
In the "War Elephant" realm, as the name suggests, the power reaches that of a war elephant. You can imagine that a small arrow contains the power of an elephant, and how terrifying its power and lethality are.
"Are you ready?" Zhao Yuan watched the dozens of sharp arrows fly slowly.
"Ready." Dozens of soldiers replied in low voices.
"start!"
Before Zhao Yuan finished speaking, he bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot dozens of sharp arrows at the same time. An astonishing scene appeared. Those sharp arrows were slower than the first sharp arrows. At this time, the soldiers who had been waiting in full formation appeared.
Jumping on the arrowhead, he actually stepped on the sharp arrows and rushed towards the sharp arrows in front of him. However, those sharp arrows, carrying the heavy body of the soldier, still lifted as if they were light, as if they had no weight at all...
The highest level of the art of shooting arrows is to control the speed of arrows.
In the night sky, an extremely strange scene appeared, with dozens of soldiers flying into the air on arrow feathers.
At the moment when dozens of soldiers flew into the sky, Zhao Yuan shot the long bow in his hand again, and dozens of sharp arrows were shot out silently. This wave of sharp arrows came first, and after dozens of
Caught between people, cultivators headed straight for the sky, like black mercury permeating the night sky.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The first wave of arrow feathers caused a commotion in the air. Some cultivators who were fighting were caught off guard by the elusive sharp arrows. They fell to the ground and were immediately cut into pieces by some warriors.
"It's Zhao Yuan!" On the ground, a warrior who was familiar with Zhao Yuan shouted in surprise.
"Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan of Blackwater City!"
The warriors let out earth-shaking shouts. Their voices were as majestic and turbulent as the tide, soaring straight into the sky. They were earth-shattering and extremely fanatical.
In the minds of warriors, Zhao Yuan has become a symbol of invincibility and a spiritual totem.
After the first wave of sharp arrows, there was a second wave of sharp arrows that came first. This wave of sharp arrows caused the cultivators who had the upper hand to immediately panic and dodge the elusive ones like ghosts from hell.
Ordinary sharp arrows.
The third wave is not sharp arrows, it is warriors stepping on sharp arrows!
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
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Yang Cheng raised his arms and shouted, the sound of killing shook the sky, and his morale was like a rainbow.