511, watching the fire from the other side, one man is in charge
"Boom——"
A cloud of mushrooms rose into the air.
I saw a figure walking slowly out of the mushroom cloud.
That person turned out to be Qi Tian who was carrying the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.
Opposite him were dozens of saints sent by Huang Shijie.
"Qitian, you are very strong, but it is wishful thinking to want to fight against so many of us with one person."
A holy man raised the magic sword in his hand and shouted loudly.
"I really can't fight against so many of you."
Qi Tian's expression was calm and he said calmly, "But I can still kill you."
"Scare me?"
That Shengsheng sneered and said, "If you have the ability, why don't you try to kill me?"
He waved the long knife in his hand and shouted, "Brothers, there's no need to fight to get hold of him. It doesn't matter whether he dies or not. Go back and kill all the people in the ancestral land and see how he can jump around again!"
Four or five saints immediately jumped out of the crowd and rushed towards Qitian.
Qi Tian frowned. After a round of testing, the other party finally discovered the flaw.
His current clay body is almost immortal, and he is not afraid of group battles at all.
After all, he can get his body back together after being broken up.
But the biggest problem is that although he can't die, he can't defeat so many saints at the same time.
And the people of the ancestral land behind him simply do not have the ability to withstand these sacred attacks.
As long as they are allowed to cross the first line of defense, the humans of the Ancestral Land will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.
People like Zhang Guoqing can't deal with a few saints at all.
Four or five saints surrounded Qitian. They mainly trapped people and did not attack desperately, but Qitian was unable to escape for a while.
The other sacred ones attacked Tongguan City.
"Everyone, prepare to challenge."
On top of Tongguan City, Zhang Guoqing frowned and said in a deep voice.
Naturally, he could also see the joints.
Once Qitian is trapped, the pressure will be on them.
Zhou Shu could not come out of seclusion, Mi Ziwen, Meng Bai and the others had never broken through to the sacred realm. Now the only people who can fight in the ancestral land are those who were forcibly promoted to the sacred realm by Zhou Shu.
But there are only a dozen of them at full strength, and most of them are not very good at fighting.
There are only a few people like Han Jin and Nan Tianxiang who are really good at fighting.
Zhang Guoqing can think of people like Han Jin and Nan Tianxiang who have struggled all their lives in the secular world, and naturally they can also think of it.
But no one backed down.
"We've all died once anyway, so what else is there to be afraid of?"
Nan Tianxiang said carelessly, "You think, if we are killed, can the city lord resurrect us again?
Calculating it this way, does it mean that we can’t be killed anyway?
In the past, when I was fighting with people in the arena, I would just die. I was not afraid at that time, but would I be afraid now?
Brothers, let me give you a look."
Nan Tianxiang laughed loudly, swayed his body, and rushed towards the outside of the city.
There were dozens of holy attacks coming from the opposite side, but Nan Tianxiang was undaunted. Needless to say, he was invincible and his momentum was unbeatable.
"A reckless man is a reckless man. Even now, he is still showing off his personal courage."
Han Jin curled his lips disdainfully, "You are not afraid of death, are we afraid?"
As soon as he stepped on it, the long sword was unsheathed and turned into a stream of light. It came first and surpassed Nan Tianxiang, and was the first to enter the sacred group.
"Old thief Han is shameless and wants to steal my spotlight!"
Nan Tianxiang was so angry that he screamed.
"Do it!"
Zhang Guoqing shouted loudly and led the others to kill them all.
"Boom——"
A dazzling light lit up in Tongguan City.
The divine weapon Tongguan City has been fully activated, and may serve as an unbreakable barrier, blocking the way from the human race in the ancestral land.
The battle broke out instantly.
In just a few breaths, Nan Tianxiang, Han Jin, including Zhang Guoqing and others were all injured.
As soon as they came up, they were completely at a disadvantage.
The Holy One on the opposite side not only has more people than them, but also has greater personal strength than them.
The outcome of this battle was already clear from the beginning.
In the distance, several Tianzhen marshals are looking around.
"It's impossible for the Ancestral Human Race to win, right?"
A Tianzhen Marshal whispered.
"The disparity in strength is very difficult."
Another Marshal Zhentian said with a serious expression.
They are all waiting and watching.
In fact, they all want to join the human race in their ancestral land now.
That guy Fan Shichang thought he had everyone in Marshal Zhentian under control, but he didn't expect that Marshal Zhentian had already become disloyal.
Isn’t it just wishful thinking to control a heaven-suppressing marshal with a piece of Yuanshi Divine Weapon?
With the strength of Marshal Zhentian, if you really want to get a piece of the original divine weapon, is there a way that you don’t already have?
The people of the ancestral land have said that they are willing to forge magic weapons for anyone.
It's all like this. Fan Shichang thought that if he gave them a piece of Yuanshi's divine weapon, they would be grateful and obey his orders. Isn't this a dream?
"It's hard to say."
A Marshal Zhentian said solemnly,
"A few years ago, who would have thought that the ancestral human race could gain a foothold in the world?
You see, those sacred things have only appeared recently, and were never heard of before.
The people of the ancestral land can cultivate more than a dozen saints in just a few years. Do you think they have other trump cards?"
Marshal Zhentian's eyes flashed and he said solemnly, "And look at Tongguan City!
Tongguan City itself is a magic weapon. I estimate that it is not that easy to break Tongguan City.
I have studied Zhou Shu, and what he is best at is making the impossible possible!"
"According to what you say, should we really take refuge in the Ancestral Human Race? Like Yu Hongyun?"
A Zhentian Marshal asked.
"Haven't you noticed that Yu Hongyun did not participate in the war?"
The Tianzhen Marshal continued, "This shows that the people of the ancestral land did not use their full strength!
We can continue to observe and observe, but I think we should not wait until the outcome is clear before taking action.
Giving help in times of need is definitely better than adding icing on the cake.
It depends on whether you dare to take a gamble."
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Take a gamble, if the Ancestral People can win, then they will make a lot of money.
If they guess wrong, the Ancestral Human Race has no other trump card, and they will be defeated by the Holy Emperor's people in the end, and they will definitely be implicated.
"I think you can bet!"
A Tianzhen Marshal said in a deep voice, "Is there anything in this world that is without risk?
Besides, with our strength, even if we lose the bet, we can bear the consequences."
"I think it's better to forget it. We are pretty good as we are now, and we don't need to fight against others."
Marshal Zhentian also disagreed.
Marshal Zhentian was divided into two groups.
A group of people want to give timely help to the people of the ancestral land.
Another group of people think that staying with Fan Shichang is not bad.
After the differences, the two groups of people suddenly became distinct.
Some people went back to report the news to Fan Shichang, while others were gradually approaching the battlefield, ready to support the Ancestral people at any time.
At this time, the figures of Yu Hongyun, Yang Hong, Sun Pingping and others had appeared on the top of Tongguan City.
Seeing Zhang Guoqing and others retreating continuously, Yu Hongyun, Yang Hong and Sun Pingping all had very ugly expressions.
"You two, please hurry up and ask your city lord to come out?"
Yu Hongyun frowned and said in a deep voice.
"No need!"
Sun Pingping said coldly, "We can defeat a bunch of clowns without our prince taking action!"
"A clown?"
Yu Hongyun almost cursed her.
Dozens of saints, are you telling me they are clowns?
If you really have that strength, I can still accept it if you say that to them.
But you are just a false god, okay.
And the strength of the human race in your ancestral land is obviously far inferior to the other side!
Aren’t you the ones who are being beaten and are going backwards?
No, it should be us!
Yu Hongyun frowned. He was now a member of the Ancestral Land Human Clan. If the Ancestral Land Human Clan really lost, he would have no benefit.
He was hesitating whether he should take action.
"Senior Yu, there is something I need you to do. Is it okay?"
Yang Hong suddenly spoke and said to Yu Hongyun.
"I have no problem playing."
Yu Hongyun thought that Yang Hong wanted him to go out of the city to help, so he said, "The problem is, there is no use having me.
The other party has too many holy beings. Even if I go out of the city, I can only deal with one holy being at most and cannot change the overall situation at all."
The gap between sacredness and sacredness is not that big to begin with.
Even if he is as strong as Fan Shichang, he can handle up to two saints, which is already overwhelming.
Yu Hongyun is self-aware, and his strength is not as good as Fan Shichang. With his strength, he can only deal with a god.
"No."
Yang Hong shook his head and said, "I don't want you, Senior Yu, to go out of the city to fight.
Just leave the matters here to us.
I hope that you, Senior Yu, can go to the city and help isolate the movement outside. Don't let the movement outside the city affect the prince's casting of soldiers."
Yang Hong said with a serious expression.
"What did you say?"
Yu Hongyun frowned.
When the crisis comes, if you don't call Zhou Shu out quickly, you still want him not to notice what's going on here?
Do we have to wait until the people of the ancestral land are completely dead before Zhou Shu knows what happened?
When the time comes, no matter how strong he is, how can he turn the tide?
"I think the most important thing at this time is survival, not making soldiers.
The magic weapon can be cast at any time, and even if it fails, there will still be a chance in the future.
But if a person dies, he cannot be resurrected.
Now that the human race is facing life and death, we should let City Lord Zhou know what happened."
"Now is not the time for real crisis."
Yang Hong shook his head, "We still have a chance.
Since there is a chance, we should not disturb the prince’s casting of soldiers.
The magic weapon that the prince is forging is related to the future of the human race in the ancestral land and cannot be easily interrupted."
Yu Hongyun frowned, he couldn't understand Yang Hong's logic.
Could it be that divine weapons are more important than human lives?
But he forgot that Zhou Shu was just a saint.
Although he is strong, he doesn't have a good solution when facing dozens of saints.
Even if we ask him to come out of seclusion now, what's the use?
In this case, it is better to let Zhou Shu build the magic weapon with peace of mind.
If he really succeeds, he might still have a chance.
Even if they can't, if they fight with these saints first, they can still consume some of their power.
By then, Zhou Shu will have more opportunities.
Yu Hongyun didn't know that Yang Hong and the others wanted to use their lives to fight for Zhou Shu's chance.
"Senior Yu, please."
Yang Honggong cupped his hands and said in a deep voice.
Seeing Yang Hong's resolute attitude, although Yu Hongyun couldn't figure it out, he himself was unwilling to go out of the city to fight. In this case, it would be a good choice for him to protect Zhou Shu.
If the people of the Ancestral Land are really defeated, he will not listen to Yang Hong. When the time comes, he will call Zhou Shu out to see if Zhou Shu can turn the tide.
If Zhou Shu had his way, he wouldn't mind accompanying the people of his ancestral land to fight.
If Zhou Shu had no choice, then he would have to think about whether he should be buried with the people of his ancestral land.
"Sun Pingping, are you ready?"
Seeing Yu Hongyun going to the city, Yang Hong looked at Sun Pingping and said.
"Do you still need to prepare for this?"
Sun Pingping squinted and said, "Fighting to the death has become commonplace for a long time."
As he spoke, he raised his feet and was about to leave the city to fight.
Although he is just a false god, he has no chance against the divine.
But what the Ancestral people are best at is working hard!
Even if you can't defeat him, you still have to bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy even if you risk your life!
"It's not time to fight to the death yet."
Suddenly, a hand fell on Sun Pingping's shoulder and pushed him back.
"Grand nephew, just watch carefully first, and when I kill a holy person, let them know that the people of the ancestral land cannot be bullied!"
A gentle voice sounded in Sun Pingping's ears.
When I looked back, I happened to see Mi Ziwen walking out with the magic sword in hand.
"Uncle?"
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Sun Pingping's eyes widened, "Have you made a breakthrough?"
Mi Ziwen turned his back to Sun Pingping and nodded.
He is already divine!
Everyone was in retreat, and Mi Ziwen was the first to break through to the sacred.
It is definitely good news that he has broken through the barrier at this time and achieved the sacred position.
"Kill!"
Sun Pingping shouted excitedly.
Yang Hong's face also showed joy.
Although one more saint cannot change the overall situation, one more power means more hope.
At least, it can cause the enemy more pain!
Mi Ziwen raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, carrying countless sword lights on his body, and rushed into the sacred group.
"The human race Mi Ziwen is here, you can never even think about stepping into Tongguan!"
Mi Ziwen swung his long sword, casting down streaks of sword light, which actually enveloped dozens of saints.
He actually wanted to block all the sacred things with one person.
"The mantis is like a chariot, and you don't overestimate your own capabilities!"
A holy man sneered. A dazzling light erupted from his body, carrying a sky-high momentum, and he slashed towards Mi Ziwen with one knife.
Dozens of other saints acted in the same way as him.
Dozens of sacred powers hit Mi Ziwen like a mountain.
With such power, not to mention Mi Ziwen, who has just broken through to the sacred realm, even Fan Shichang or the Holy Emperor has to stay away from it for the time being!
But Mi Ziwen had no intention of dodge. He held his sword in front of him with a solemn expression.
"Boom——"
The force collided together, making a shocking sound.
"Uncle!"
Sun Pingping’s expression changed drastically.
Yang Hong also looked anxious.
With such great power, wouldn’t it be dangerous for Mi Ziwen?
"Rumble——"
The sound of loud noises is endless.
In the dazzling light, a half-empty and half-solid city wall suddenly emerged.
"One man is in charge?!"
Yang Hong and Sun Pingping exclaimed at the same time.
The saints opposite all frowned.
If they all attack together, it stands to reason that almost no one in the world can stop them.
Why do they feel that the other person is still alive?
The light gradually faded, and that section of the city wall finally appeared in front of everyone.
A city wall stretching for several miles stands there impressively.
Behind the city wall, Mi Ziwen stood holding a sword.
I don’t know when there was an extra person beside him.
The man was vomiting blood continuously, and his whole body was shaky, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
"General!"
That person is none other than Meng Bai!
"This is impossible!"
A holy frown said.
Regardless of whether Mi Ziwen or Meng Bai, in their eyes, they are just rising stars, and there is still a big gap between them in terms of strength.
Even if they work together, there is no way they can block their attack.
How could they survive?
"Teacher!"
Mi Ziwen supported Meng Bai and shouted with a trembling voice.
"Don't worry, my old bones won't die yet."
Meng Bai smiled and said, "If something happens, of course the teacher will come first.
How's it going? Teacher, is it okay?"
While speaking, Meng Bai spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood.
The magical power of one man holding the pass was taught to him by Zhou Shu back then, and he has been practicing hard.
This magical power is originally the most powerful defensive skill in the world.
What it emphasizes is that one man can block the barrier and no one can open it.
Using the power of one person to withstand the power of ten thousand people is to defeat the strong with the weak.
Because of this, Meng Bai took the blow from the saints.
Of course, he also paid a huge price. With just one move, he completely lost the ability to fight again, and it was hard to say when he would recover from his injuries.
But even so, he is proud enough.
He, with his own strength, blocked dozens of divine attacks!
"Teacher, you can rest. The rest will be left to the students."
Mi Ziwen said in a deep voice.
"Yeah."
Meng Bai nodded, not showing off.
He knew his situation. After just one move, he had used up all his strength to hold on without falling.
It is no longer possible to fight again.
Even though he knew that Yonzi On alone could not stop the opponent, he was at his wits' end.
"Fight with all your strength, we are behind you."
Meng Bai said in a deep voice.
Mi Ziwen nodded vigorously.
"Haha!"
The saints opposite laughed mockingly.
"Do you really think you still have a chance?
It seems that we gave you the illusion that you can compete with us.
We just used three points of our strength, now, bear all our strength."
All the saints burst out with strong momentum, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the wind and clouds changed color.
The expressions of all the human race members in Tongguan City changed.
"Do you think our human race is scary?"
Mi Ziwen's expression was calm and he said calmly, "After today, you will always remember that you can never destroy the human race in the ancestral land!"