"The clouds are heavy and the sky is about to rain, the clanging sword has a sound, and the seven-star inscription shines brightly on the soldiers of the three heavens."
There were clouds billowing high in the sky. Wu Qiudao lowered his eyes and made his sword fingers to stroke the Seven Stars and Five Lights Sword.
"The divine dragon is a single thing. It sings when the energy is sensed. The dragon's chant is often thought of, but it jumps into a box and cuts it unevenly."
The matte black Seven Stars and Five Lights Sword kept vibrating, as if it was whistling in response to the poem.
"When this sword is in the human world, hundreds of demons will gather together, and evil spirits and devils will be frightened and frightened."
The long sword in Wu Qiudao's hand burst out with dazzling light, and an astonishing sword aura erupted. The fiery red aura instantly expanded in the air, turning into a forty-meter-long giant sword, which cut through with a whistling sound.
In the sky, the clouds high in the sky were stirred up by the sword and began to stir wildly.
"If you try to shine the divine light towards the stars and the moon, you will have no thoughts in the world, and you will be able to pacify the world's soldiers."
Wu Qiudao pointed his sword forward, and the fiery red giant sword then slashed towards the formation of the forbidden army. No, it was not so much a chop, but a fierce smash.
"Get into formation, move from ashes to fire!" Someone in the Forbidden Army shouted loudly.
"Yellow Bell!!!" The Imperial Guards soldiers were not intimidated by the giant sword. Instead, they were all brave and refused to retreat, and responded in unison.
In the Forbidden Army camp, thousands of horses were neighing, guns and knives were protruding, stars were galloping and cavalry, the formation was vertical and horizontal, and a transparent shield wall that could not be clearly seen suddenly formed in mid-air.
The giant sword and the shield wall met instantly, the sword light intertwined with the sword and gun, and with a "boom", dazzling sparks exploded.
Unfortunately, the public houses around Zhuque Street were affected by the shock wave generated by the impact, and a large area collapsed immediately. The scene was filled with rubble and dust and smoke.
Wu Qiudao was startled by the formation of these forbidden troops. He did not expect that these forbidden troops were capable of formation diagrams and could block a Heavenly Escape Sword Technique.
"But that's it." Wu Qiudao smiled coldly, "The gap between a practitioner and a martial artist can be called the difference between clouds and mud!"
The huge fiery red sword was lifted up and then slashed down hard.
Once, twice, three times.
The red sword gang hit the transparent shield wall, bursting out with bright fires again and again, and the air waves expanded outward, shaking up countless smoke and dust.
Seeing the shield wall above the head cracking slightly, another general shouted loudly: "Change of formation, bitter fog adds to the cold!"
"Da Lu!!!" The Imperial Guards soldiers raised their swords and guns in their hands and responded in unison.
The originally cracked transparent shield wall was dyed with a layer of golden light, and then restored to its integrity. Even when the sword was hit, it made a metallic resonance sound of "clang, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink."
The sleeping people who had not heard the sound of the tower collapsing at first were all awakened at this moment.
Wu Qiudao frowned: "You are very good at practicing the Twelve Formations of Beidou Zhoutian. You can even block the second form of my Heavenly Escape Sword Technique."
"However, I have never paid attention to the formation formation. It is all because the formation is composed by everyone. However, there are many people with many hands, and mistakes are bound to be made. Even if you rely on tacit understanding to cover up, there will still be minor mistakes."
"As long as I draw the sword fast enough and have enough blades, no matter what formation, there will be flaws!"
"Three thousand threads of worries, the sword light is like the secret of sorrow! Please take my move and cut off the worries!"
Just as Wu Qiudao finished speaking, the Seven-Star Five-Yao Sword, which was still emitting fiery red sword aura, suddenly vibrated. Every time it trembled, it would leave an afterimage. No, that was not an afterimage, but the sword light differentiated from the main body.
Countless black sword lights gathered densely together and struck directly on the golden shield wall. The impact sound resounded in the air, like the shrieking of a thousand birds, which was extremely harsh.
The sword lights became more and more numerous and dense, even covering half of the street. At this time, there were more black sword lights in the sky than the Forbidden Army on the street.
With a "Puff" sound, a ray of sword light passed through the gap in the shield wall, went straight into the Forbidden Army array, and stabbed a soldier to death on the ground, while the soldier behind him took a step forward and blocked the dead man's position.
"Change of formation, east wind blowing!" A general shouted loudly.
"Taicu!" The soldiers of Nanya changed their formations in response, and another layer of fluorescence condensed on the golden shield wall.
"Hahahahahahahaha!" Wu Qiudao laughed wildly, "The sword is as bright as sorrow, how can you stop it? The sorrow and troubles in this world have always been unstoppable! I can't even stop it!"
Soon, the shield wall was shattered again, and there were more and more gaps in it. The black sword light continued to penetrate, like the rope of death, whoever it touched would immediately fall to the ground and die.
"Jia Zhong·Release the mist!"
The formation is broken!
"Guxi·The oriole comes out of the valley!"
Break again!
"Zhonglu·Yueyueliuhui!"
break!
"Ruibin Sanlu is getting dusk!"
break!
"Lin Zhong·Firefly flying on the rotten grass!"
break!
"Yi Ze·Su Shang Jingchen!"
Still broken!
"Nanlu Baiyu is sad for autumn!"
The formation breaks again!
"Wu She·Yun Yu will be good!"
No matter how they changed their formations, the result seemed to be the same, with despair on the faces of the tooth soldiers.
"Ying Zhong·Mountain Zhong God!"
The formation is completely broken!
With a "boom", the shield wall shattered, and the black waterfall of sword light rushed straight into the Beidou Zhoutian Twelve Formations arranged by the Forbidden Army.
With a few "swishes", countless sword lights passed through the flesh and blood bodies of the Forbidden Soldiers, exploding a puff of blood mist in the air.
There were endless screams and cries of pain, and the ground was covered with mutilated limbs and pieces of flesh. The corpses were unwilling to die in vain with their eyes wide open and refused to close them no matter what. This place did not look like the human world, but rather like a mud plow hell.
A large number of Nanya soldiers who failed to arrive in time did not join the Beidou Zhoutian Twelve Formations. When they saw the tragic situation in front of them, they immediately dispersed and fled to the rear, screaming.
The dragon-shaped clouds in the night sky changed into strange shapes as the battle broke out, but now they have completely subsided, seeming to be witnessing the afterglow of the coming end of the Tang Empire.
"Come back." Wu Qiudao stretched out his right hand, and black sword lights all over the sky flew towards his palm. The black sword shadow waterfall covered the sky and the sun, but the closer he got, the smaller his palm became, until the thousands of sword lights returned.
One, turned into a three-foot black sword in his hand.
He stabbed the black sword on his head, and somehow the sword became smaller and smaller, and was stuffed into his bun and hidden.
"The spirit sword is hidden in the box, and the reason for gathering contains Taoism. The heart of the sword cannot be rested, and the fate of the gods is unstoppable. The three-foot sword of justice banishes evil and is stationed in the imperial capital. It is bundled in the Lingxiao Palace. There is light in all directions."
The sound of horse's hooves rises and the sound of horse's hooves falls.
A tall horse stood in front of Wu Qiudao. The armored general on the horse stared at Wu Qiudao with cold eyes hidden in the mask: "It's ridiculous, a rebellious minister and traitor, how dare you claim to be the sword of justice and illuminate the imperial capital?"
Wu Qiudao looked up and found that he had unknowingly fallen into Ye Chang'an again.
With a "swish" sound, a black shadow emerged from Wu Qiudao's bun, slashed the armored general with a sword, split the man and the horse into two halves, and then flew back into the long hair.
"In this small world, a few flies hit the wall. They buzzed, screamed, and sobbed." Wu Qiudao looked coldly at the general Li Jing who fell on the ground, walked over, and kicked him
Half of the head was crushed, "The ants are attracted by the locust tree to exaggerate the country, but it is not easy for the earthworms to shake the trees. Under the falling leaves of Chang'an in the west wind, the flying whistle of dysprosium is heard."
"So many things are always in a hurry; the world is turning and time is running out. Ten thousand years is too long, so seize the day and night!"
"The four seas are churning with anger and clouds, and the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder. We must wipe out all harmful insects and become invincible!"