In this fight between heaven and mortals, not only the Zhenxi Army on Wangfu Ridge and Duoshi Peak were watching, but also the cultivators in the world.
In the northern part of the sky, an auspicious cloud appeared at some point, and there were densely packed cultivators standing in the cloud.
The jade machine is among them.
When Hua Wuyou looked up to the sky and muttered to himself, he saw the auspicious clouds and the jade machine wearing a dark green Taoist robe.
A fight between two mortals is like a child's game to them as cultivators, but big bosses like Yu Jizi are here.
They were not looking at the childish fighting on the battlefield, but looking at another potential in Yang Sanlang, which was what mankind needed most right now.
A fighting spirit that would rather die than surrender.
Yang Sanlang was already injured. At this moment, he was unable to resist the long sword slashes of the giant man with a beard.
He blocked the fatal blow from the long sword of the giant man with a beard, but was kicked in the chest by the giant man. He flew backwards like a willow catkin. The severe pain in his chest told him that his ribs might have been damaged.
Several pieces were broken.
He struggled to get up. Excessive bloodthirsty had made his vision blurred and his head dizzy. He could still hear his father's voice singing with the sound transmission stone in his ears.
The man must have gone to the country to be in trouble, and cut the enemy with a long sword before the blood was dry.
Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, so why return them wrapped in horse leather?
He smiled, with a smile that did not match his age on his young cheeks, and his white teeth were covered in blood at the moment.
He could no longer stand up straight, so he had to hold on to the big flag erected next to him.
Looking at the giant man approaching with a grin, he slowly raised the scimitar in his hand.
The scimitar's blade had been curled in many places due to the slashing with the enemy's long sword, and it looked pitted.
However, this did not prevent the scimitar from slicing across his throat.
"Saburo!"
Old Man Yang's voice resounded throughout the world.
Yang Sanlang would rather die than let his opponent kill him. He used a broken scimitar to cut his own throat bit by bit.
He stood there, holding the flagpole, like a giant holding up a battle flag, even though his blood was drained, he still did not fall.
The drums at Duoshi Peak and Wangfu Ridge gradually became very heavy as they bid farewell to the young warrior.
The giant man with the beard walked up to Yang Sanlang's body and raised his long knife to chop Yang Sanlang's body into pieces.
Hua Wuyou stopped him and said to Gu Yuqi: "This is a battle between warriors. This young man is a warrior in the world. Please return the body to them."
After saying that, he took another look at the auspicious clouds in the sky to the north.
Turn around and leave.
The evil god has already taken action in the heaven. He does not want to have a large-scale conflict with the cultivators in the human world yet. If the giant man with the curly beard really abuses the young man's body at this moment, the two sides will start a decisive battle here.
Because not only the human cultivators appeared in the sky, but also nearly 200,000 dragon-riding legions, as well as densely packed Vulture warriors, also appeared in the sky.
Hua Wuyou was not afraid of these cultivators in the human world, nor was he worried about whether the Six-winged Legion could defeat the Dragonriding Legion. He chose to avoid the battle because deep down in his heart, he had the same rebellious mentality as the evil god.
The decisive battle with the human world is inevitable, but it is definitely not now.
Although Gu Yuqi couldn't figure out why Hua Wuyou made such a decision, he couldn't go against Hua Wuyou's words and conveyed Hua Wuyou's meaning to the human army.
Soon, two strange lights flew from the direction of Yingzui Cliff and landed next to Yang Sanlang's body.
This is a young man and woman, Zhao Shuo and Chang Mansha from the Royal Cultivation Academy.
Chang Mansha tidied up Yang Sanlang's body, wiped away the blood on the corpse's cheeks, and tidied up his messy and broken clothes.
When she was about to let Yang Sanlang's hand loosen from the flagpole, she realized that Yang Sanlang had grabbed it so hard, maybe he had used all his strength in the next life to keep the body standing.
She tried to pry Yang Sanlang's fingers several times, but failed.
She said softly: "Your war is over, I will take you home."
The dead Yang Sanlang seemed to have heard her words, his fingers slowly loosened, and his whole body softened.
Zhao Shuo cupped his hands to Gu Yuqi and said: "Thank you." Gu Yuqi stared at the sword in Zhao Shuo's hand with twinkling eyes, and said slowly: "You are not high in cultivation, but your magic weapon is very powerful. If I didn't have
I misunderstood. The fairy sword in your hand should be the Seven Star Sword of the Kunlun Sect in the past. It was made more than 6,000 years ago.
In that catastrophic battle, the master of the Seven Star Sword, He Sanyuan of the Kunlun Sect, died under my sword."
Zhao Shuo glanced at the Seven-Star Divine Sword in his hand and said slowly: "This blood debt will naturally be repaid with blood. I will use the Seven-Star Divine Sword to chop off your head to honor the heroic soul of Senior He."
Gu Yuqi laughed loudly and said: "What an arrogant boy. It is said that a hero comes from a young man. I like your arrogance. Then let's see who dies by whose sword in the end."
Zhao Shuo didn't say anything more, turned around and picked up Yang Sanlang's body, while Chang Mansha held up the battle flag that Yang Sanlang guarded with his life and flew to the north in the direction of Yingzui Cliff.
Outside Yingzui Cliff, the three days and three nights of melee finally came to an end.
The Skyfire Beast did not immediately launch a Skyfire attack on the Zhenxi Army on Wangfu Ridge and Duoshi Peak because they suffered heavy losses. The 1.2 million light cavalry led by Zhao Zian lost more than 500,000 soldiers.
, seriously injured the Skyfire Beast. At least 20,000 Skyfire Beasts turned into fireballs, and were finally killed by the monks of the Chaos Department. The Skyfire Beasts scattered everywhere have not yet completely calmed down. It was only at dusk that the Skyfire Beasts were assembled.
Start attacking Wangfu Ridge and Duoshi Peak
attack.
However, the soldiers of the Zhenxi Army on the two solitary mountains had already penetrated into the Tibetan Soldier Cave. Fireballs filled the sky and began to burn the two solitary mountains. The corpses left behind in the three-day melee gradually turned to ashes in the sea of fire, and the air
The pervasive burning smell could still be smelled even by the soldiers hiding in the cave, and many soldiers retched.
Come.
There were so many corpses that the fire burned for three or four days and was not extinguished.
After two hard battles, the Zhenxi Army has lost more than half of its troops. More than half a month ago, there were nearly 3 million soldiers on the two lonely mountains. After two rounds of battles, there were only less than 1.5 million left.
Zhao Shiqu gradually realized the importance of Wangfu Ridge and Duoshi Peak, and finally made up his mind to mobilize 1.2 million soldiers to supplement these two lonely mountains.
But how to send reinforcements into Wangfu Ridge and Duoshi Peak is a difficult problem. People in the heaven know that these two solitary mountains have suffered heavy losses. They will not just watch the human soldiers go to reinforce the two solitary mountains. They will definitely be half-hearted.
Zhao Shiqu summoned all his staff and discussed for a long time, and finally thought of a way to reinforce the two solitary mountains.
