Thousands of feet above Wanliu City, a big golden bird was sitting cross-legged silently. Standing on the back of the big golden-winged bird, Zhao Qingzhu was holding a wooden sword and had a panoramic view of every move in Wanliu City.
The gate of Wanliu City quietly opened. There were no thousands of troops, only Zhang Chutian, who was wearing a white robe and riding a white horse, quickly left the city accompanied by two warriors.
Seeing Zhang Chutian leaving the city, Zhao Qingzhu's eyes tightened slightly, and he bent down and patted the golden-winged bird's neck gently. The golden-winged bird gave a low cry and swooped out, following Zhang Chutian and his party.
Zhang Chutian and his group did not walk very fast. They stopped and stopped along the way, as if they were waiting for something. This made Zhao Qingzhu in the sky confused. Could it be that the emperor who controlled a big country didn't know the dangers of this trip?
The spacious official road disappeared, and what appeared in front of Zhang Chutian and his party was a narrow passage between two peaks. The peaks were extremely steep, making it difficult for pedestrians to walk, let alone thousands of troops.
"This is a man-made peak!"
The voice of the golden-winged bird rang in Zhao Qingzhu's ears, "Thousands of years ago, in order to ensure the safety of Wanliu City, a peerless man from Kaiyang Kingdom used his supreme power to move these two mountains to protect Wanliu City.
Of course, the purpose of his move was not to prevent the invasion of other countries on the mainland, but to prevent the demonic army south of the Great Wilderness. If the demonic army wants to attack the mainland, it must pass through Qingzhu Town and kill Wanliu City. Therefore, in Qingzhu Town
Between them and Wanliu City, these two mountains have become an absolute natural barrier. Of course, if there are powerful people in the demon army, these two mountains will be like decorations. However, they cannot stop an army of about one million in number.
The army is more than enough."
"There are such powerful people in this continent? Can they move mountains?"
Zhao Qingzhu was surprised and moved mountains to fill the sea. This was a great magical power.
"That's right!"
Suddenly, Zhao Qingzhu's eyes tightened. He saw figures on the two towering mountain peaks flashing continuously. From a distance, they looked like flying falcons, preparing to kill their prey.
On the ground, Zhang Chutian and the other three had walked into the long and narrow passage. After entering the passage, Zhang Chutian slowed down a little.
"His Majesty,"
A warrior walking in front of him looked around with full vigilance and whispered: "Here we come!"
"It's time to show up."
Zhang Chutian smiled, then stopped his horse, raised his head to the high mountain, and shouted loudly: "Come out, I, Zhang Chutian, am here."
As his words fell, figures flashed out one after another, surrounding them in the blink of an eye.
The leader was an old Taoist priest holding a mahogany sword and wearing a gray robe.
"Oh, it turns out they are the eight Taoists from the Tianquan Kingdom."
Looking up at the old man in Taoist robes, Zhang Chutian's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then said calmly: "It seems that Zhuang Qingxiu wants me to die more!"
"Zhang Chutian, suffer death!"
The old Taoist priest holding the peach wood sword gave a sharp shout, and then jumped out with lightning. The peach wood sword in his hand was full of sword flowers and he went straight towards Zhang Chutian.
"kill!"
The warrior who was guarding in front of Zhang Chutian also roared and rushed towards the peach wood sword coming from the lightning with his bare hands.
At the same time, the eight Taoists surrounding him also rushed out one after another.
Zhang Chutian didn't show any signs of panic, and he looked as leisurely as an audience watching a play while sitting on the horse.
Seeing that Zhang Chutian was about to be overwhelmed by the Taoist crowd, a figure appeared out of thin air, followed by a circle of terrifying energy in all directions.
Bang bang bang!
A series of crashing sounds were heard, and all the Taoists who rushed towards Zhang Chutian stepped back. Each one looked in shock at the old man who rushed out from the sky and stood in front of Zhang Chutian.
The old man's clothes were sloppy, his whole body exuded a stench, and his wrinkled face had a hint of violence. He was clearly the old beggar from Wanliu City.
"Old man, do you know these assassins?"
Looking at Zhang Chutian who was fighting through the sky and repelling the eight Taoists, he smiled. The old beggar flashed murderous intent in his eyes and said coldly: "I understand, the Eight Taoists of Tianquan Kingdom!"
"Oh, how come it's the Eight Tribes of Taoism and not the Tianji Camp?"
The Eight Taoists, the most mysterious assassination organization in the Tianquan Kingdom, live and die for the imperial power. The Tianji Camp is the guardian of the Yaoguang imperial power, and they also live and die for the imperial power!
The difference is that the eight Taoists of Tianquan are blatant, but the Tianji Camp is mysterious and unpredictable.
The real purpose of Zhang Chutian's trip is to draw out these two dark forces.
Hearing Zhang Chutian's words, the old beggar trembled slightly, and then calmly attacked the eight Taoists.
On the two peaks, figures kept flashing down, rushing towards Zhang Chutian on the ground. At this moment, there was only one existence in their eyes, and that was Zhang Chutian.
And just as these figures kept flashing down, the golden-winged bird and Zhao Qingzhu appeared silently less than ten feet above the mountain peak.
Looking at the fighting in the passage and the figures that kept attacking, Zhao Qingzhu smiled and said: "Zhuang Qingxiu is really generous. He sent so many people to kill Zhang Chutian."
"However, no matter how many people there are, once they enter the passage, they may never come back."
Sure enough, as Zhao Qingzhu's words fell, dense figures suddenly appeared at both ends of the passage. Before the people fighting in the passage could react, the figures emerging from the sky took up their positions. Two armies composed of a thousand crossbowmen were standing in front of them.
In front, heavily armed artillery troops followed, blocking the passage with murderous intent.
"kill!"
Riding on a red war horse, a middle-aged man in general's uniform waved quickly with a gloomy face. As he waved his hand, the crossbowman who had been prepared fired the bowstring almost at the same time.
Bang bang bang!
The bows and arrows that whizzed out were like a tidal wave, splitting into two parts and shooting towards the center of the passage. The eight Taoist priests who were constantly chasing down the passage felt the pressure sweeping from both ends of the passage, and they stopped and raised their heads.
Seeing this, they suddenly took a breath of cold air.
"Fell into a trap!"
The leader of the old Taoist priest's pupils tightened, and he forced the warriors fighting with him back with a sword, shouting: "Fight quickly!"
The bows and arrows whizzed in, like a tide, instantly drowning the eight Taoists.
In an instant, the eight Taoists who were caught off guard and were killed screamed in agony. Some of the Taoists who could not dodge were shot to death on the spot, while some rolled down to both sides in embarrassment with bows and arrows on their bodies. The powerful ones used their true energy to
Protecting their bodies, they knocked down the whizzing bows and arrows in front of them, but there were too many bows and arrows. One wave came after another, giving them no chance to breathe.
However, after all, the eight Taoists are all experienced warriors, and many of them are powerful men with advanced cultivation. As the first wave of bows and arrows fell, the old Taoist leader suddenly waved his hand, and a terrifying
The energy suddenly roared like a river, swarming with sand and dust on the ground and roaring towards the entrance of the passage.