The Chaos Department of the Six Celestial Beings, who were dispatching to kill the Fire Sky Fire Beasts, and more than five thousand monks took action together. The densely packed magic weapons hit the heads of the burning Sky Fire Beasts. Those crazy running Sky Fire Beasts fell one after another.
Go down.
The remaining Skyfire Beasts that were not on fire immediately dispersed in all directions to avoid being affected.
Zhao Zian simply collected his troops and horses on the periphery, and there were only less than 700,000 cavalry. This time, he rushed to support the Yingzui Cliff to attack and destroy the legion. He only touched two sticks of incense and lost more than 500,000 cavalry.
Zhao Zian saw dozens of enemy formations in the distance on the battlefield. Those soldiers were unable to escape. There were at least a hundred thousand human warriors fighting bloody battles under the heavy siege of the enemy.
He wanted to rescue these brave warriors, but he also knew that the enemy army had returned to defend now. If he rushed back to save people, the 700,000 cavalry behind him would also be buried here.
He slowly opened his mask, with tears in his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Withdraw!"
Seven hundred thousand cavalry came and left like lightning.
More than 100,000 human warriors who lost their horses were divided into twenty or thirty groups. The skyfire beasts had all scattered. They were tightly surrounded by countless mad warriors, giant warriors, and skeleton warriors.
They did not restrain their hands and all chose to fight to the end.
"Light fur and long sword, fierce horse singing wildly, loyalty and courage to strengthen the mountains and rivers.
Countless trapped cavalry soldiers fought bloody battles while singing the cavalry's favorite "Long Song of Might".
Tenderness and iron bones, a thousand pieces of gold and a promise. There are smoke waves in life and death.
Such a rich and noble person can do nothing to me. Wherever the sword shines, I can cry like singing.
A burst of blood cannot reveal the true character of a hero.
Two horses crossed a long river in the desert.
Three sighs, sighs, sighs are only for home and country.
People from all over the world chanted a long and powerful song...
The battle between Wangfu Ridge and Duoshifeng has ended at this moment. Countless warriors are looking into the distance, listening to the sad and tragic "Long Song of Majestic" coming from the vast land, and watching those robes dying bit by bit.
"Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"
The white-bearded veteran slapped the armor leaves on his body with the Mo Dao in his hand, and shouted loudly.
Immediately afterwards, countless soldiers of the Zhenxi Army began to shout.
They beat their armor with their weapons and stamped on the rocky ground with the butts of their spears. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Zhenxi Army shouted together: "Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"
The sound spread far to Eagle Beak Cliff.
On the Eagle Beak Cliff, millions of soldiers also shouted: "Wind, wind, strong wind!"
The sound quickly spread to the north, and tens of millions of soldiers throughout the trumpet defense line also shouted. Although most of them could not see the battlefield in front of them, they could not see the fighting.
For a time, those four words were echoing throughout a hundred miles.
The battlefield did not change in any way because of this morale-boosting slogan. It was divided into dozens of groups of human soldiers and slaughtered one after another.
In less than an hour, the fighting stopped.
There were only a dozen strong men, covered in blood, with their backs turned, looking at the terrifying celestial warriors slowly coming towards them.
The dozen or so soldiers were gasping for air, and the scimitars in some soldiers' hands had been cut off, but they still had no intention of surrendering.
In the middle is a young man who is only sixteen or seventeen years old. He is wearing light leather armor and holding a tattered big flag in his hand. The word "Zhao" can be vaguely seen on the big flag.
Seven or eight madman warriors roared and charged forward. In just a moment, a dozen strong men were cut into several pieces, with only the young man standing alone in the middle.
The young man's body was trembling a little, and he held the battle flag tightly with both hands.
He was the only living person left on the entire battlefield.
A mad soldier raised his ax with a grim smile and was about to chop it down when Gu Yuqi and Hua Wuyou fell from the sky.
Gu Yuqi waved his hand gently, and a strange light hit the big ax of the madman warrior, and the big ax was immediately knocked away.
Hua Wuyou was like an elegant and handsome Confucian scholar, landing ten feet in front of the young man. He could see that the young man was filled with fear at this moment. He said softly: "Young man Lang,
Look around you. Your comrades are all dead. This is what happens when you go against heaven. We all come from heaven and are gods in the eyes of you mortals. Gods represent justice and the way of heaven. If you go against heaven, you will
Aren't you afraid of being punished by God? You are a courageous young man. As long as you surrender, I can guarantee your life and make you one of us." The young man raised his head and tried to keep his tone calm and said: "
The young marshal said, this is an endless war. The purpose of you people from the heavens coming to the world is to kill all the humans in the world! If this is the justice and the way of heaven you are talking about, then this kind of justice and the way of heaven.
, I, Yang Sanlang, would rather not have it. My father, eldest brother and second brother are all in the army. Before the expedition, my mother married me a daughter-in-law, who is the most beautiful girl in the next village. Not long ago, I received a letter from home, saying that my wife is pregnant.
I am pregnant. I know that I will never see my wife and children from the moment Lejia goes to war, but I have no regrets! My eldest brother, second brother, and father are all in front of Wangfu Ridge. They may have died in the battle.
, maybe at this moment
They are watching me not far away, and I, Yang Sanlang, will never let them down!"
Having said this, the young man named Yang Sanlang planted the battle flag on the ground, bent down and pulled out a scimitar from a severed arm.
Hua Wuyou smiled lightly and said, "Okay, I will give you a fair chance to fight and die in front of your relatives."
The surrounding Celestial Army immediately dispersed, allowing the Zhenxi Army on Wangfu Ridge in the north and Duoshi Peak to see here.
The Zhenxi Army thought that all the people on the front battlefield were dead, but then they discovered that there was still a young soldier who had not died in the battle.
"Sanlang?"
The white-bearded veteran of Jinwu Guard shouted clearly when he saw a young man facing millions of celestial troops.
The man named Er Zhuang next to the white-bearded veteran, and the short and agile man, both shouted: "Third Brother!"
Their voices could not reach Yang Sanlang's ears.
Yang Sanlang couldn't hear it, but experts of Hua Wuyou and Gu Yuqi's level could naturally hear it.
Hua Wuyou smiled and said: "It seems that your father and brother are not dead yet, they are calling you."
Yang Sanlang looked back and saw that the mountains and plains of Wangfuling were filled with soldiers of the Western Army, and he could not see where his father and brother were.
Gu Yuqi was a little impatient. With a wave of his hand, a cavalryman riding a six-legged monster came down.
The cavalry of the Storm Legion and the Six-Winged Legion are ordinary celestial warriors, unlike the other four legions, who are all terrifying monsters.
The celestial warrior looked no different from a human being. He threw away his halberd, took off his heavy armor that weighed 100 kilograms, and then drew out his long sword.
