The battle situation on the southwest road showed a one-sided trend. Under the leadership of Zhou Heyang, the Qinglong Battalion was like a dragon with teeth and claws, displaying its vigor and strength in the sky. More than thirty ten-man teams were offensive and defensive, echoing each other, like three
Ten sharp knives were inserted into the loose battle formation formed by the Sky Sect monks, completely breaking them up.
Compared with the powerful combat power displayed by Xantian Yuan on Southwest Road, the garrison is like a piece of loose sand. Although their battle formations have been carefully drilled, these monks have never experienced life and death, and have not faced the horrors of the Tianqiong Mountains.
Monsters and ghosts. But who can expect that some monks who move between caves and bookshelves all day long will be as sharp as battle-hardened butchers when they first pick up a butcher knife? But the price they paid for this is
It's death.
The flying sword in Zhou Heyang's hand turned into boundless flowing fireflies and struck towards the Heavenly Vault monks on the opposite side. In an instant, four or five Qi Practitioners were beaten into sieves, and their corpses fell from the flying magic weapon like wooden piles into the dust, splashing countless dust.
.If you follow the daily drills of the battle formation, there should be a team of people responsible for defense at this time to attract the opponent's powerful main attacker and gain space for your own attacking troops to attack.
However, due to the unfamiliarity with each other, the monks in charge of defense in the fourth and fifth teams were attracted by the straggler-style attacks of about thirty monks from the Qinglong Camp, which seemed to be full of flowers but actually had very little power, and they were unable to escape. In this way,
The direct result is to expose their weakly defended abdomen to the strongest attacking part of Qinglong Camp. The results can be imagined.
Zhou Heyang became more and more courageous as he fought. His flying sword turned into a divine green dragon and slashed at the opponent's sky monk with the power of wind and thunder. The three foundation-building monks saw that something was not going well and hurriedly used their defensive weapons. However, these ordinary defense weapons could not be used.
How can the magical weapon withstand the full blow of the late Jindan monk? With a crackling sound, the defensive magical weapon is like a crushed egg shell, with a little residual halo, falling from the sky. And the three architects
Brother Ji opened his mouth, but before he could let out a scream, he was torn into pieces by the green dragon.
Qin Luoshui's bun was a little messy, and this monk who always paid attention to appearance also looked a little embarrassed at this moment. Three feet in front of him stood a flying sword with a blood-red blade. This sword called the setting sun. Only
It got this name because a ball of essence blood condensed into it during the refining process, and a trace of blood like the setting sun appeared on the blade of the sword. This sword has been with Qin Luoshui throughout the world for decades, and he has never encountered it before.
Such an embarrassing scene.
Three ten-man teams on the opposite side launched attacks at the same time. The magic weapons of thirty people were floating in the air, like a pool of broken silver. Faced with such momentum, even Qin Luoshui, a middle-stage Jindan monk, couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
.Golden elixir cultivators are also physical bodies. Although they have body-protecting aura, this layer of body-protecting aura is as fragile as a layer of white paper when faced with magic weapons. Only specialized body-refining cultivators can rely on years of tempering their bodies.
He took the opponent's magic weapon attack forcefully, but faced with thirty rounds of continuous blows from the magic weapon, no matter how powerful the body-refining monk was, he couldn't stop it.
The Setting Sun Sword vibrated slightly, and suddenly went up against the trend, directly attacking a Foundation-Building monk on the opposite side. However, the monk did not even dodge. His spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and his magical weapon drew a silver arc and shot towards it.
Qin Luoshui, the thirty magical weapons of various colors hanging in the air also hit Qin Luoshui like a storm. If he wanted to take the life of the foundation-building monk, Qin Luoshui could naturally succeed, but the price paid would be heavy.
Yes, unless he is confident that he can defend all these magical weapons.
Qin Luoshui shook his head bitterly, and his body turned into a ball of brilliance and retreated back. The commander had withdrawn, and his men naturally fell apart. After leaving more than a hundred corpses, the garrison finally successfully withdrew from Qinglong Camp's attack.
Out of range. Zhou Heyang made a pursuit gesture, and the Qinglong Battalion chased in the direction of the opponent's retreat. The so-called defeat was like a mountain, Qin Luoshui led the embarrassed Tianqiong monks in circles around Taibai Peak. This is true.
Strictly follow Gu Siqin’s instructions.
The Xuan Cannon continued to release its fury, and the earth gave out low vibrations from time to time, like an old man coughing violently in autumn and winter. With each vibration, the faces of the monks on both sides who were fighting in the narrow hilly area turned a little whiter.
Xuanhuo bombs don’t have eyes, so who knows which one they will hit. A dozen monks were once hit by Xuanhuo bombs, and not even ashes were left behind. They were like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, even though they knew that there was a hanging hanging above their heads.
Holding a knife, but unable to escape, the only hope is to hope that this nightmare will end soon.
After a fierce fight, the tower in the southwest was successfully demolished. The black barrels of the ten Xuan artillery pieces turned red, and the formation patterns on the cannons were particularly dazzling. A leader of the Xuan artillery battalion looked red all over.
He opened the cannon barrel, shook his head repeatedly, and reported: "Your Highness, I am afraid that these mysterious artillery can no longer be used today. Firing ten rounds in a row is already the limit. If you fire again, I am afraid the chamber will explode."
Jiang Baichuan snorted and said with some disdain: "It can't be fired with just ten rounds. What kind of weapon is this? It's just used to bluff people. Send my order, the Hanxing Crossbow Team of 500 people is ready, from the due west
The road cuts through and turns the monks of the Tianqiong Sect into hedgehogs."
When Shangguan Luoyu heard this, the muscles on his face twitched several times, and he hurriedly said: "Your Highness, our Suzaku Battalion has not yet withdrawn from the Zhengxi Road. The Hanxing Crossbow is too powerful. I am worried that it will hurt me."
people."
Jiang Baichuan said angrily: "Why did the Qing family say this? Although I am young, I also know that you cannot look forward or backward in everything, especially when the two armies are fighting. You can only gain by giving up. If I can gain the entire Taibai Peak, I will die."
A few monks from the Suzaku Camp are nothing."
Shangguan Luoyu's face was pale and his heart was cold. This prince was known as the most promising monk in the Jiang family, but his hands were very dark. He had to be careful in the future. He looked at Donghai Diaosou with helpless eyes, wanting to let him
Help yourself to advise, after all, there are still more than 200 monks in the Suzaku Camp who are still fighting.
Donghai Diaosou was also frightened by Jiang Baichuan's remarks, and quickly said: "The veteran also believes that this matter should not be taken too hastily. First, we don't know what means the Tianqiong Sect has left. If we act rashly, even if we can attack the middle road
Take down all the defenses, and the opponent also has a mountain patrol formation. Now the divine artillery cannot be used. If you want to use people to tear apart the formation, it is tantamount to pulling chestnuts from the fire. Secondly, the number of Hanxing crossbows is limited, and each monk cannot match the number.
Ten shots, it’s best to use them when one blow is fatal.”
Jiang Baichuan's face was as dark as water, and he said coldly: "You two are too conservative, and you don't have the courage to change the sun and the moon to a new sky. This makes me extremely disappointed. That's all, you can watch this battle, I'm going back
." After saying that, he actually threw away his hands and returned to his Chinese army tent.
Donghai Diaosou, you look at me and I look at you. The two of them were so shocked that they could not speak. They made a unanimous decision and called for gold to withdraw their troops.
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The setting sun in the western sky is like blood, as if God is staring at the world with a blood-red eye, laughing at their absurdity and stupidity. The thirty-mile long narrow strip is full of broken limbs and broken arms of the human race, dark red.
The organs of the body can be seen everywhere. The burnt flesh and blood exudes this disgusting smell, and the whole world becomes smelly. This is a complete smell of death, even the scavenging crows are suffocated by this miserable smell.
I was so shocked by the sight that I didn't dare to wander forward.
The night gradually turned thicker, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, instantly illuminating the valley as bright as day. Rain curtains fell from the sky, washing away the bloody hills and trees. The sky wanted to use rain to extinguish the netherworld fire released in the dark night.
, diluting the breath of death on the hills. The biting west wind passed through the hills, through the trees, through the charred corpses, and through the dense white bones. A whimper came from the wind. I don’t know if it was the sound of the wind or the original sound.
Someone is crying.
This battle proves from another perspective that monks are also living people, not immortals. Although they always like to add the word "immortal" to their realm, and although their lifespan seems infinite, they are just a long-lived person.
They are just human beings. Compared with the real way of heaven and earth, they are nothing. If we only compare lifespan, a tree, a plum blossom, a wooden chair, a stone tablet, which one does not last longer than the existence of a monk, do they mean it?
Can it be called an immortal? Immortality is just a manifestation of the inferiority complex shown by the creatures in the world when they are chasing the way of heaven. If you think that becoming an immortal is the master of heaven and earth, you can stand on the sky and overlook everything in the world. In fact, even if there is no heaven
In the end, these so-called immortals will also die in mutual hatred. This is what the God of Creation implanted into their bloodline when he created the species.
Taibai Peak, in front of the moon-watching platform.
Hundreds of monks gathered together silently and sang an elegy to mourn the dead monks. Gu Siqin stood on a large stone, with disheveled hair and sad eyes. He held a long sword like frost and snow in his hand, waving it gently, as if
After cutting off the connection between the dead souls and this world, some people in the crowd began to cry sadly. This had nothing to do with whether they were strong or not, it was just a matter of human nature.
Chen Yunsheng lowered his head silently, and sadness flowed into his skin like running water with the night color, reaching straight to his heart. This pain was like the sadness of mourning his parents by the Baishui River, and the panic of escaping from Lingyun Peak that day. Jiang Xueqin left.
He was not far away, and the woman's black hair was fluttering in the wind. She opened her red lips, and her poignant singing voice stirred up the sadness in Chen Yunsheng's heart. He asked over and over again why this was happening, but no one in the world could answer it.
he.
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In the night, I bid you farewell,
The people of Xiaotian.
The cold starlight takes away your anger,
The scorching wildfire burned your body.
The long flowing river washes away your soul,
The wind and frost like a knife have erased my memory of you.