Thousands of feet in the sky, thousands of feet standing on the wall.
The floating clouds are as thin as mist, and the few smokes from the kitchen are gathered into a wisp of blue silk, which is dispersed by the wind.
Yin Jianyuan stood with his hands behind his hands, his robes flying like sails, and his face filled with a look of solemnity that was even colder than the autumn frost. As he looked down at the 800,000 people with a look of pity, the thunderbolts mounted on the 700 griffon legions fell like rain.
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Howl——
Howl——
Howl——
The blazing light conveyed fear before the sound waves, and instantly exploded on the afternoon of August 27, one hundred and nineteen thousand years ago in the Cangxi Era.
The two towering towers had always been a symbol of prosperity for thousands of miles around, but now they suddenly fell to the ground without warning, disintegrating and causing smoke and dust to fill the sky.
The sound of the bronze bell no longer had any warning effect, and could only add an extra level of fear to the fleeing civilians. As far as the eye could see, there were broken bricks and tiles, and the water archway carved with dragons and phoenixes was even more broken into powder.
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Suddenly a fire broke out and swept through the whole city. The terrifying temperature made the sky distorted and there was no cloud or sun.
The rumbling explosions are endless, the sound can be heard for ten miles, and the light can be seen for hundreds of miles, it seems like the end of the world.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
The disciples rushed to report, knocked open the palace door, and fell in front of Tong Ruoran: "Report to the sect master! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"The Griffin Legion is coming again! Most of Yongtai City was burned down! There were heavy casualties!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another militiaman came to report, claiming that the Changhe embankment had been blown open, flooding the whole city, and the Dragon King Temple collapsed.
However, this is not the end yet. Reports of damage to the watchtowers and fortresses are pouring in from all over. It is said that the Griffin Legion has put down its soldiers and is attacking the city. Three thousand ambushes are joining forces inside and outside, and the war is about to reach the city lord's palace.
The succession of bad news weighed heavily on Tong Ruoran's shoulders, each one more breathless than the last. Her face was filled with frost, and she was obviously on the verge of rage.
"Deacon Lian."
"exist!"
"You are responsible for evacuating civilians, evacuating to caves, and preserving important files. There is no room for loss."
"Here!"
Lian Xinxin felt nervous. Since the last time he barely stopped the Griffin Legion's offensive against Shanglinyuan, the bombing has become more intense in the past few days, and today there are even landslides and earth shattering.
If the cave had not been prepared early, it is estimated that half of the 800,000 civilians would have been killed or injured.
But so what?
Yongtai City has no means to restrain the Griffin Legion. Its elite soldiers have already been transferred to the front line, and even street fighting on the ground is unable to deal with it.
But just when he was grieving, Tong Ruoran slowly stood up and released his spiritual consciousness, which spread far and wide, and a majestic fighting spirit suddenly appeared.
The thirty-six sects of the Northern Territory scattered throughout Yongtai City responded immediately, and figures one after another immediately crossed the sky and quickly gathered in Xianyin Pavilion.
Tong Ruoran walked out of the Changqiu Hall, followed closely by the Twelve-tone elder. She looked around at everyone without saying a word, but pressed her palm to create a paulownia ancient ceremonial instrument.
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As the resolute figure flew up into the clouds, the ancient harp strings trembled, and the golden sound of feathers sounded in response to the situation, and two cyan sound waves rushed straight towards the griffin army.
Sensing the scream that broke through the sky, Yin Jiancheng turned around and stood sideways, not even trying to hide. When the sound wave flashed in front of him, the gryphon under his feet flapped its wings fiercely, and the sharp wind blade immediately blocked the charged blow.
"Is there no one in Yongtai City?"
"Millions of soldiers took off their armor, but no man was seen."
Yin Jiancheng sneered and sneered through his hideous mask, each word resounding over the heads of everyone in Yongtai City.
Tong Ruoran was silent, her beautiful face covered by plain gauze was as cold as frost. She fine-tuned it with her bare hands, and the ancient paulownia harp sounded like thunder, carrying endless anger, and the sound waves were as powerful as the tide, pounced again and again.
The sky above the huge Yongtai City was suddenly filled with the rustling sounds of autumn. The leaves of the trees rustled and the rivers of Changhe sounded dull, as if the late autumn had arrived.
Yin Jiancheng frowned, and finally put away his joking, raised his palms in front of him, and the seven hundred griffons formed a formation. When they flapped their wings, the wind blades brushed together like a dragnet.
The civilians in Yongtai City standing on the ground all felt their scalps numb. They had just seen the power of the wind blade. The battlements as big as a millstone were instantly beaten like tofu with just a slight touch.
The child fairy indeed looks like a fairy, but the masked man standing on the back of the bird does not look like a benevolent master...
A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.
Hang Qingchen was also an outstanding leader in fairy music thousands of years ago. He saw Tong Ruoran playing with the ancient sers in the air, and emitting sound waves one after another, causing the heaven and earth to move.
She knew very well that this was the secret skill of her sect, the great sound and sound. If she practiced it to the level of proficiency, sound would be better than silence.
But for now, Hang Qingchen can see that Tong Ruoran has obviously not released his trump cards yet, and is still testing Yin Jiancheng step by step, who has never played against him before.
Xianyin Pavilion has no martial arts.
Since ancient times, they have always relied on the strong.
Otherwise, Xianyin Pavilion would not have married many women. However, due to the pressure from the Yin family in the Northern Territory, major aristocratic families kicked them out one after another.
But now, Tong Ruoran has developed martial arts skills by himself, and is on par with Yin Jiancheng. Hang Qingchen simply cannot imagine what adventures Tong Ruoran has experienced in just half a year.
If she defeats the Griffin Legion in one battle, the fate of Xianyin Pavilion will also change, and the world will never look at Xianyin Pavilion in a different way again.
Hang Qingchen was very excited, but when he thought of the Griffin Legion led by Yin Jiancheng, a wave of powerlessness and despair came to his heart.
The griffin army can pass through the blockades of the nine gates, and Yin Jiancheng has come from thousands of miles from the Central Region to be a strong man in the Lingtai realm. If so, can my sister really become famous in one battle?
Hang Qingchen didn't dare to think about it, so he broke away from the hands of the sisters next to him who were holding him to escape, and quickly flew to the battlefield, ready to pick up Tong Ruoran at any time.
at the same time.
Yin Jiancheng realized that Cang Xi had a martial art that he had never seen before in the world, and it was hard to guard against it. But fortunately, the gryphon army was large enough, and their movements were not slower than the opponent's.
He turned over his hand and took out the flail, swinging it like the wind. The seven hundred gryphons flapped their wings and picked up the wind, instantly turning the sunny day into a precursor to heavy rain.
Dark clouds were gathering, the thunder dragon was roaring faintly, and the flashing plasma crackled from time to time, making the city full of wind and rain.
Yin Jiancheng controlled the gryphon under his feet to swoop quickly. As soon as he swung his flail, hundreds of purple lightnings came instantly, like a spider web.
The wind roared and the sky was silent.
The battle of life and death among the thirty-six sects in the Northern Territory finally broke out.
Tong Ruoran's clothes were swaying like a small boat in the strong wind and huge waves. She frowned and her fingers moved with ripples. The Paulownia Guse immediately rose into the sky, and an invisible sound wave surged like a tide again.
The sonorous and powerful sound of the trumpet brought out the majestic momentum of thousands of troops. With her as the base point, waves of sound quickly spread out, causing the black soil to retreat step by step.
As soon as it came into contact with the purple electricity, it exploded with a bang, and the air was filled with a lingering burnt odor.
The Griffin Legion was completely caught off guard, and a few unlucky ones suddenly fell to the ground with a golden sound, and feathers flew all over the sky for a while.
Yin Jiancheng became so angry that he watched the precious griffon being surrounded by ground troops and then quickly chopped into pieces.
"Village girl!"
"How dare you do this!" Without thinking, he quickly mobilized his spiritual power and led the gryphon army to fly into the clouds. As his figure flickered, a tricky wind blade quietly fired.
