Chapter 378: The Sword Master is unknown, and thousands of swords return to the clan
Chapter 378: The Sword Master is unknown, and thousands of swords return to the clan
Author: unknown
On the sea.
After the front army separated and turned, the Beihai Navy immediately formed a large encirclement of the enemy forces in the rear.
This encirclement was not to encircle the enemy, but to avoid the artillery boats between the two armies.
As time went by, the encirclement continued to shrink, and soon the warships of the Beihai Navy were entangled with the enemy's.
"kill!"
The cry of killing resounded across the sky and the sea, and the war was about to begin.
The warships of both sides collided fiercely, and the fierce and fierce battle instantly spread to the surrounding sea area for several miles.
Mao Jiang looked at the soldiers who were already fighting with the enemy, and his expression relaxed slightly.
As long as the two sides are entangled, they still have a chance to fight, otherwise they will have to let the enemy's artillery boats continue to bombard them.
The two sides now entered into a state of chaos, and the enemy's artillery boats could not continue bombarding unless they did not mind smashing their own warships and comrades together.
"Report!"
"General, reinforcements have arrived!" A messenger came to report again.
Mao Jiang was slightly stunned, "Where is it?"
He jumped up to the observation deck and looked northeast!
But there was no sign of any ships.
"Southeast!"
"Southeast!" Mao Jiang's expression moved slightly and he looked towards the southeast.
At this time, the southeast had become a battle group, with hundreds of warships staggered together, and the masts and wooden sails forming a jungle like trees.
The blazing flames spread like a terrifying wave, and thick black smoke covered the sky and the sun.
But even so, Mao Jiang could still see a vague shadow approaching at an extremely fast speed on the sea in the distance to the southeast.
"That's the windship!"
He was shocked.
"The Military Aircraft Department is crazy!" He couldn't help shouting angrily.
The Fengyu Ship is Qin Wei's ship. Now that the Fengyu Ship appears here, doesn't it mean that Qin Wei is also here.
He didn't even know what the ministers and staff at the military aircraft department were thinking about letting Yufeng Chuan go to the battlefield alone.
"Damn it!"
"Send the order, turn to the southeast!"
Without any time to think about it, he immediately ordered.
At this time, he only had one thought in his mind, that is, Qin Wei must not be allowed to enter the battlefield.
Maybe Qin Wei has strength that is not weaker than those in the Jizhao Realm, or maybe Qin Wei is surrounded by many Jizhao Realm experts to protect him, but Mao Jiang is still unwilling to let Qin Wei enter the battlefield.
As an old minister of Dali, and as a minister who endured countless hardships for the sake of Emperor Laoli for more than ten years, his loyalty can be seen from the sun and the moon.
As a minister who has witnessed Dali's rise from the land of spiritual wasteland to today, he is full of admiration and respect for Qin Wei, the new Li Emperor.
He believes that Qin Wei is a holy emperor who will never be born again. He believes that Qin Wei can bring Dali an unimaginable future.
Therefore, he was unwilling to see Qin Wei take any risks, even a little risk.
When he saw the sailboat at this time, he would rather have no support from the Beihai Navy.
Without the Beihai Navy, Dali will only need a few more years to rebuild a new Beihai Navy in the future.
But without Qin Wei as the emperor, Dali's rise will be cut off, and even today's Dali will fall apart.
Such a consequence is absolutely unacceptable to him, and it is also a disaster that all the people of Dali cannot bear.
In Mao Jiang's view, there is no more important being in the world than Qin Wei.
In fact, this is not just Mao Jiang's own opinion. Many civil servants and generals in the Dali court now think so, especially those veterans of Dali, who directly pushed Qin Wei to the level of a holy emperor.
Because they know best that when Dali has reached such a height, Qin Wei is irreplaceable.
It's just that they don't know Qin Wei's thoughts and trump cards.
Qin Wei has never been a reckless person, and sometimes his choices may be a bit risky, but before taking risks, he will try his best to make all preparations and prepare sufficient trump cards.
So when Mao Jiang hurriedly ran onto the windboat, Qin Wei still looked at the chaotic battlefield calmly.
"I pay my respects to Your Majesty!"
After Mao Jiang saluted, he said directly without waiting for Qin Wei to speak: "Your Majesty, please put yourself first and stay away from the battlefield!"
Qin Wei was slightly startled, but when he saw Mao Jiang's worried look, he understood instantly.
Recently, the atmosphere in Dali's court has become more and more bizarre. Many ministers in the court want to keep him in Kyoto like a caged bird, wishing that he could become a noble lady who never leaves the house.
Of course, Qin Wei also understood that this was their love and protection, not that they wanted to do anything treacherous.
"You should take a rest first! Let's wait until this battle is over before we talk about anything else!"
Qin Wei waved his hand and said.
Afterwards, he winked at Wuming and Cao Zhengchun behind him.
Wu Ming and Cao Zhengchun understood each other, and without saying much, they led people directly into the battlefield.
The next moment.
Wan Jian returns to the clan!
As soon as this sword move was made, an unparalleled sword intent emerged from the body. Countless sharp swords flew like wind and rain. They flew all over the sky, and the sword power was like a net, unparalleled in power.
On the battlefield, countless sword blades trembled as Wuming returned to his clan with his Ten Thousand Swords, as if a servant was meeting his master or worshiping a god.
When those warriors who practiced swordsmanship felt the artistic conception contained in Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, their hearts trembled, and they felt an urge to surrender as if they were seeing a god.
Zhao Lun, who was entangled with Ye Gucheng, suddenly felt Wuming's sword intent, trembled suddenly, and turned around to look back.
I saw thousands of sword energy, shaking in a radius of ten miles, and the swords shot out to the sky.
Zhao Lun's expression changed drastically.
"How is that possible?"
"Nothing is impossible!" Ye Gucheng stood not far from Zhao Lun, panting.
The two fought hundreds of moves, and Ye Gucheng was always at a disadvantage, but Zhao Lun did not take any advantage.
"Who is he?" Zhao Lun asked in shock.
Horror filled his heart, making him feel shocked like never before.
Just now, an impulse arose in his heart to surrender and to kneel down and worship.
This is simply unimaginable.
He is a strong person at the fourth level of the Divine Realm, and is considered a strong person in the entire western Qiongtian Sea Region.
But now he just felt someone's sword intention, and he actually had the desire to surrender. This feeling made him feel unbelievable and afraid at the same time.
That's right, it's fear.
"The Sword Saint is nameless!" Ye Gucheng's eyes were shining as he looked at the mighty Huanghuang Sword in the distance, his mind surging.
He had met Wuming and even communicated with Wuming for a long time. He was able to break through to the fourth level of the divine realm so smoothly because of Wuming's guidance.
Although there is a big difference between Wuming's swordsmanship and his, Wuming still has the qualifications to teach him.
Ever since he met Wu Ming, he knew that his title as the number one swordsman in Dali would be taken away by Wu Ming.
Of course, he will not be dissatisfied with Wu Ming because of this, but he will be extremely happy.
Because he finally saw an existence beyond himself, above himself.
The appearance of Wuming made his heart that was floating above the white clouds drop, making him no longer feel lonely or alone.
While the two were talking, countless sharp swords swept through most of the battlefield like a violent storm.
One warship after another fell apart, and countless soldiers who were fighting fell into a freeze.
Suddenly, there was silence between the sky and the sea, except for the howling wind and the rising flames.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the hanging figure in the sky.
Both the soldiers of Dali and the soldiers of the Giant Spirit Dynasty showed frightened expressions.
Too scary!
It was so terrifying that even Dali's soldiers felt fear.
In the center of the battlefield, Zhang Jihai stood stunned. His face was extremely pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and an inaudible voice kept echoing in his throat.
How is it possible?
How could Dali have such a strong person?
I don't believe it!
"No way, this is fake!"
He yelled the last sentence, a hysterical roar.
"I don't believe it, this is fake, it must be fake!"
Not to mention that he couldn't believe it, even Mao Jiang on the Yufeng boat was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and wondered if he had seen it wrong.
Because Wuming's sword was so terrifying, the thousands of sharp swords swept across most of the battlefield like a violent wind. In just a breath, hundreds of warships of the Giant Spirit Dynasty were destroyed, and tens of thousands of soldiers were wiped out.
what does that mean?
This means that Wuming is fully capable of fighting an army of hundreds of thousands on his own.
Qin Wei was also stunned for a while.
He knew Wuming was very strong, but he didn't expect Wuming to be so strong. After all, this was the first time Wuming showed his strength in front of him after being summoned.
"Ten Thousand Swords Returns to the Sect, What a Wanjian Returns to the Sect!"
Qin Wei laughed dumbly.
If he had known this, he should have sent Wuming here long ago, so why did he let himself follow him in such a hurry.
…
"Kill him! Kill him for me!"
Zhang Jihai pointed at Wuming in the sky with a ferocious expression and roared angrily.
At this moment, he seemed to have fallen into madness, and that desperate madness was eroding his heart.
The generals and guards standing around him showed fear, but they finally broke the shackles of fear and rushed towards Wuming in mid-air.
They are real warriors, but they are also sad warriors because they have to face an enemy that they absolutely cannot defeat.
Wuming looked at the swarming soldiers with an expressionless face, moving slightly and waving the sword gently in his hand.
In an instant, the sounds of swords sounded like the sound of heaven.
In a radius of more than ten miles, thousands of swords roared!
All the swords are like meeting their own king, shouting and bowing in worship!
The sword light condensed into a flying rainbow, crossing the sky and the earth.
The sword edge filled the air, the sword rain fell, and pieces of blood red bloomed in the air and bloomed on the sea.
Ten thousand swords return to the sect, just like the long river of ten thousand swords, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls into the sky.
For a moment, the sky and the sea fell into silence again.
Under the dim night, that thin figure slowly fell down and landed in front of Zhang Jihai.
"You lost!" Wuming's voice was very calm, not an indifferent calm, but an extremely calm calm.
He is not a person who likes killing. Although no less than 10,000 people died under his sword just now, it does not mean that this was his massacre.
Killing to stop killing is Wuming's calm consideration.
Kill 10,000 and save 100,000. This is the result he wants.
Otherwise, there is no need for him to use Ten Thousand Swords to Guizong as soon as he comes up.
Zhang Jihai looked at Wuming blankly, at the fluttering linen gown on Wuming's body, and at the ordinary long sword in Wuming's hand.
After recasting, the heroic sword is as young and strong as the rising sun, but its heroic spirit is restrained, and it looks ordinary and hot at the same time.
Plop!
Zhang Jihai knelt down weakly on the cold deck, his eyes dull.
The madness dissipates, leaving only despair and fear. (End of this chapter)