Chapter Thirty-Eight Thirty Miles Two Lifetimes Part One
Donghai Diaosou smiled and said: "I think Mr. Shangguan's idea is not bad, but it's just a waste of time. According to what I see, the divine fire artillery can be divided into two groups and attack the towers on both wings. It would be best if they can capture it, but if they cannot capture it, it would be best."
It also left them no time to deal with the front army that we rushed towards. The front army was composed of two battalions, Suzaku and Qinglong. Among them, the Suzaku camp had ten Jindan monks, one hundred Foundation-building monks, and four hundred Qi-training monks, a total of fifty.
Squad. The Qinglong Battalion’s organizational structure is ten Golden elixir monks, one hundred and fifty Foundation-building monks, and five hundred Qi-training monks, with a total of sixty squads. We might as well let the Qinglong Battalion attack the left and right wings of Taibai Peak, and the Suzaku Camp
Take the middle palace, go up the tower that was destroyed just now, and capture Taibai Peak in one fell swoop!"
Jiang Baichuan's face bloomed with a smile like a flower, and he said: "This is right, ten thousand years is too long, we seize every day. Pass my order, who will be the first to stand on Taibai Peak and be rewarded with a high-grade spiritual stone?"
One hundred. If we can win this battle, each person will be rewarded with one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones."
The monk who was lurking in the dense forest finally moved like a mountain, like a long sword that had been sharpened for a long time, finally revealing its ferocity. Three torrents of fireflies in the sky passed through the fireworks over the hills, heading towards
Flying from Taibai Peak, bursts of air-tearing whizzes echoed over the hills. These monks were all wearing white armor, which was a medium-sized armor with moderate weight but not weak defense. During the flight
, the armors collided with each other from time to time, making bursts of harsh golden and iron sounds.
The roar of the Nine Mysterious Artillery once again shook Taibai Peak. The blue lightning emitted from the watchtower accurately hit the Mysterious Fire Bomb flying in the sky. The recovery time of the two killing weapons was undoubtedly the key to determining the outcome. Sitian Pavilion
The monks endured the mysterious fire bullets that flew by from time to time, endured the uncomfortable heat, endured the danger of being struck by lightning, and marched resolutely towards Taibai Peak.
At Taibai Peak, in front of Ziyun Palace, Gu Siqin frowned when he saw the densely packed battle formations in the sky and the collapsed towers to the west. There were elite troops led by Gu Jian in the northwest, who could naturally withstand the opponent's attack. In the front was Xantianyuan.
There are monks from the Sword Building Hall, three hundred thunderbolt slaves led by Ye Chuanyun, and the remaining fifty or sixty elites from the Xantian Pavilion.
The people stationed in the southwest were all disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall and the garrison disciples who were temporarily put together because of this battle. Although there were many in number, they were mixed, and they may not be able to withstand the opponent's attack. Thinking of this, he whispered to Qin Luoshui.
: "Junior brother, the garrison may not be able to withstand the opponent's southwest attack. You can retreat while fighting and circle around Taibai Peak. If the opponent does not pursue, then go up and harass them. If they pursue, use the surrounding watchtowers.
Use up their fighting strength and be careful not to resist forcefully."
Qin Luoshui was originally the head of the Yanli Hall. Since the garrison was newly established and no one could take this position, he was also the head of the garrison. His handsome face showed a slight hesitation and he said: "If they ignore our harassment,
Attack the mountain directly, I am a little worried whether the chess piece will be advanced..."
Gu Siqin interrupted him and said: "As for that chess piece, I have other plans, so don't worry. The situation is unclear now, and he can't be sure how many more moves we have, so there can be no accidents. Since it is a chess piece that determines victory or defeat, then hiding it
It must be deep, how can it be used until the final battle?"
Although Qin Luoshui still had a hundred questions in his mind, seeing Gu Siqin's determined expression, he could only put his questions aside. He handed over and said goodbye. A cold light flashed and disappeared from the top of the mountain.
Gu Jian's hands secreted beads of sweat due to tension. He stared closely at the monks flying above his head, calculating the best time to attack. Chang Siwei, one of the seven stars in the sky, couldn't help it.
, whispered: "Junior brother, can we take action?"
Gu Jian didn't say anything. He raised three fingers and looked at the endless stream of monks flying by in the sky. After a while, Gu Jian put away one of his fingers. At this time, more than a dozen teams from the Qinglong Battalion had already flown past.
.There were thirty squads responsible for attacking the northwest, with about ten people in total. Some squads included Golden Elixir monks, and some were led by monks in the late stage of foundation establishment. Five or six more squads of monks flew past, Gu Jianshou.
The finger above dropped again.
Chang Siwei swallowed hard, his heart beating violently. The many monks behind him were as nervous and excited as he was. It took them four years to sharpen a sword and the seven-layer Tiangang Beidou Formation.
Come and study every change, practice every killing move, watch the red plum blossoms bloom and fall four times on Taibai Peak, give up your personal cultivation and advance, everyone present wants to see the results of four years.
Can this sharp sword that has been sealed for a long time cut off the opponent's neck?
As the last finger of Gu Jian fell, forty-nine rays of cold light burst out, like forty-nine sharp swords piercing the sky. The seven monks in the Tianshu star position pointed directly at the south of the sky and swept from the rear wing of Qinglong Camp.
Pass and go straight to the head of the Green Dragon.
The seven monks from Tianji star level swept across the country and dispersed into the hinterland of Qinglong Camp. They were like a sharp sword piercing Qinglong's internal organs, causing Zhou Tian to feel cold. The monks from Tianxuan star level and the monks from Tianquan star level
Attack the two sides of Qinglong Camp separately, squeezing the strategic depth of both sides of Qinglong Camp as much as possible, like two cutting knives, cutting off the wings of Qinglong. The monks in Yuheng and Kaiyang are like two tarsal maggots
, working from the back to the front, opening up the skin and flesh of the green dragon layer by layer, separating its bones and flesh, so that its head and tail cannot see each other. Finally, there are the monks from the Shaking Star position. They are responsible for the rear, and will not let go of any monk who escaped.
In the eyes of the sword, if anyone escapes from his hands, it will be his shame.
Blood flowers bloomed in the sky, which was the result of the sweep of the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation. The seven monks cooperated with each other flawlessly, like a delicate killing machine, lightly slicing across each other's throats, when that touch of surprise filled the sky
By then, they had moved to another direction and turned to attack the next team.
Sitian Pavilion's Qinglong Battalion, this ancient border garrison that has fought with the Lengyue Kingdom in northern Xiliang for hundreds of years, was torn apart by the Tiangang Beidou Formation. It appeared vulnerable, trembling and groaning, like an octogenarian.
Heading towards the final death in the cold winter. With every dive and every slash, some monks were dismembered, and their severed limbs fell in that narrow strip. The thirty-mile-wide mountain range seemed unable to withstand the dripping blood and dense forest.
Until many years later, the sky here has always been gray and white. No matter how bright the sun is shining all around, the wind blowing here will always make a whimpering sound.
What about the golden elixir monks? A middle-stage golden elixir monk tremblingly led his incomplete subordinates and quickly retreated in the direction they came from. What greeted them were the monks from the shaking star position. These fierce-looking monks formed a sprint formation. Seven
The long sword rotated rapidly in front of their chests, stirring up the cold air around them. The leader of the Golden Pill cultivator shouted, "Go!"
The seven flying swords were condensed into one, and the white jade sword light illuminated the gray sky, as if it was about to cut through the endless dark clouds in the sky. The face of the Jindan monk in Qinglong Camp reflected the huge flying sword with shining light, and in his heart
There was a hint of despair, and before he could shout "hide", he was cut open from the middle. The moment the big sword swept over his organs and blood, there was no moisture, and the gray internal organs fell down one after another.
The surviving monks on the side were stunned. The brutality of this battle exceeded their expectations. They were once the elite troops that guarded the north of Xiliang Kingdom for hundreds of years. They had defeated the attacks of Leng Yue Kingdom several times. They
It is the only Sitian Pavilion war department stationed in the Tianqiong Mountains with military merit and pride.
Gu Jian is like a proud star, shining with brilliant fireflies, lighting up the sky in the northwest. He flies his long sword in the sky, commanding the Tiangang Beidou Formation, and maintains an amazing tacit understanding with the seven ghosts floating in the sky.
It was the result of four years of hard work, day and night, and he did not allow any mistakes. Gradually, a smile appeared on the corner of his sharp mouth. There were fewer and fewer monks in Qinglong Camp in the sky, and there were more and more stumps on the ground.
More and more. The sky was accompanied by the sound of various magical weapons exploding from time to time. "The fight this time was too intense. I will go back and ask Uncle Sixth Master for some more top-quality flying swords to make up for the losses." Gu Jian has already begun to think about preparing for the next battle.
matter.
Jiang Baichuan floated in the air, watching the fighting on the horizon from a distance. He didn't care if the sky was dyed red, let alone how much combat power he lost. As long as he could capture the Sky Sect as soon as possible, he would have achieved military success.
He could realize his plan to seize the heir. Seeing the tragic battle in the northwest of Taibai Peak, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He said displeased: "Why is the Qinglong Battalion responsible for attacking the northwest so incompetent that they let people be killed so miserably? Their opponent is
who?"
Shangguan Luoyu cupped his hands and said: "According to the secret sentry in front, it should be the Xianzhou Xantianyuan. Judging from their formation, it should be the Tiangang Beidou Formation. The leader of the monk is called Gu Jian."
Jiang Baichuan nodded and said coldly: "Go and find someone to write down the changes in their formations. You will gain wisdom every time you learn. Just treat it as tuition this time. This situation will never be allowed to happen next time."
Shangguan Luoyu cupped his hands and replied, "Yes."
Jiang Baichuan then asked: "Who is in charge of Qinglong Camp?"
Shangguan Luoyu showed a rather reluctant expression on his face and said: "It's Zhou Heyang and Chai Luochen among the nine ministers. However, Your Highness, Qinglong Camp has always been strict in running the army and the training is very neat. In the opinion of the veteran, this
The defeat of the Second Northwest cannot be entirely blamed on Zhou Heyang."
Jiang Baichuan's face was as dark as water, and he said with a chill to his bones: "The method of running an army is nothing more than clear rewards and punishments. Winners are rewarded and losers are punished. This is a matter of course. If you don't blame him, why don't you blame me?"
Shangguan Luoyu's face turned red and he said angrily: "I don't dare."