Wang Xiuge is the young master of Linjiang City, and the most outstanding young talent in the Luosu River Basin.
He knew that if Chen Tian's offensive could not be stopped, the aristocratic families headed by the Linjiang Wang family would face endless disasters. Even if he died, he would not just watch the Wang family perish.
In fact, he is not loyal to the Cangxi Yin clan, and is not even afraid of the fierce military power of the Cangxi Yin clan. He just wants to preserve the Wang family and preserve the stable order of the Cangxi world for thousands of years.
As he raised his sword and leapt at it, his determination to die made the military flag rustle, igniting the blood of five thousand dragon and tiger cavalry, and the killing sound shook the sky and resounded throughout the sky.
Yongziying had already released two martial arts spirits in the rear, and its spiritual power was exhausted. Now it was facing a fearless charge, and it was suddenly difficult to resist.
In just a blink of an eye, 1,500 Mo Dao Shou were all killed, their formations were in chaos, and their broken limbs and arms were mixed with mud, like segments of lotus roots.
Fan Changxiang's face was tense, he pulled open his lapel cord, dropped his pocket, raised his gun and shouted:
"The snow is falling on Yanshan Mountain, and the flags are flying!"
"You can spear as much as you like, but watch the dragon!"
"Fan Changxiang of Yanshan Mountain is willing to go to the underworld first for all the troops!" He waved his spear and stepped forward quickly. The cloak behind him was as red as the sunset, and he was full of momentum.
The large scroll embroidered with the Chinese characters "Yongtai" fluttered in the wind, and the runes on it were blazing brightly. It immediately covered the three armies with a layer of red-golden light, stimulating their blood.
The Taizi battalion formed a formation and followed Fan Changxiang in a sharp cone. They collided head-on with the dragon and tiger cavalry without hesitation. The thick door shield formed a slope and suddenly overturned the cavalry who trampled on it.
He was carrying more than 2,000 kilograms of heavy armor. When he fell into the quagmire, a large amount of flesh and blood residue was splashed, and the stench hit his nostrils.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The two armies shouted that at this point in the war, it was difficult for both sides to form an effective formation, and they were fighting in a melee, with swords and swords flashing from time to time in the mud and water.
Kang Ziying was at the end of the rear formation. Although it did not receive a major impact, it could not fire arrows on a large scale.
Pang Xingyun roared in a deep voice: "Change your clothes! Form an array! Prepare to charge!"
The longbow and crossbowmen put away their arrows one after another, immediately pulled out their short swords from the leather sheaths on the outside of their thighs, looked into the distance, and followed the general into the battle group for hand-to-hand combat.
The dragon and tiger cavalry have experienced hundreds of battles, and their fighting spirit is not inferior to that of the Yongtai army. Even if they are knocked off their horses, they immediately turn over and fall to the ground, draw their daggers and fight in blood.
If the dagger is broken, there are knees and elbows, anything that can be used to kill the enemy, all come into play.
At the end of the battle, there was even a tragic act of desperately hugging Yongtai's soldiers and sinking into the quagmire together.
Screams, roars, whimpering, and the sound of men and horses being shattered resounded throughout the Makino tidal flats. The air of death overtook the water, frightening all the beasts in the mountains to hibernate, not daring to roar at all.
The setting sun couldn't bear to see human tragedy, and sank in the western mountains, leaving a burning cloud in the sky, red for thousands of miles.
Wang Xiuge's eyes were red with death, and his whole body was soaked with red blood. His thumb was cut off, so he tore off his shirt, wrapped it around the spear and wrapped it tightly in his palm, and continued to charge like a tide.
But there were fewer and fewer dragon and tiger cavalry following him, and in the end only five or six soldiers were left to follow him to kill Yongtai's army, and saw Pang Xingyun holding short soldiers.
"General Pang!"
"Would you like to chop off my head and record it as a military achievement? Come and get it if you are brave enough!"
"Insert the bid and sell the first one! Why don't you dare!" Pang Xingyun flew to throw the short knife, drew the bow like the moon at a gallop, and the arrow ran like lightning, directly hitting Wang Xiuge's throat.
Wang Xiuge did not dodge, and let the short knife stick in the breastplate. Then he swung the long knife and cut the armor-piercing pointed arrow in half from front to back. He then galloped towards Pang Xingyun, leaned down and released his martial spirit again.
roar--
The horned dragon swam out, baring its teeth and claws, but just in the middle of the attack, Pang Xingyun turned around and drew the arrow again, and a navy blue Luan bird flew away from the bow and screamed.
Wang Xiuge had already been seriously injured, and when he unleashed his spirit, he was already at the end of his crossbow. After the luan bird spread its sharp claws to strangle the horned dragon, it pounced again and again, knocking Wang Xiuge over, including his horse and man, and tearing off a large piece of armor from his side.
He lowered his head and looked down, only to see that the flesh and blood under his ribs were blurred, and his bloody intestines were already hanging down like a lump of noodles in his abdomen.
Wang Xiuge fell down like flying, with wisps of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He lay in the muddy water and looked up at the sky, his pupils constantly dilated, and murmured:
"I'm sorry, Qingchen."
"I have failed you after all."
However, the battlefield was so noisy that no one heard what he was saying. In the end, the two thousand dragon and tiger cavalry no longer cared about protecting themselves, and gathered under the Yin family's banner, preparing to charge again.
As a result, at this moment, the muddy ground suddenly erupted with a roar, as if a prehistoric monster was about to break out of the ground.
The sound was so powerful that the originally chaotic battlefield suddenly fell into a dead silence. Chen Tian followed everyone's gaze and looked away, noticing that the mud pit where Yin Fei died just now was shaking.
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The next moment.
A blood-red Shura once again stood before everyone's eyes.
However, before the dragon and tiger cavalry could cheer, he suddenly felt that the blood in his body was rushing out along the wound, as if an external force was forcibly drawing it out.
Chen Tian frowned deeply and found that the tidal flat covered with blood suddenly became clean, and the dirty blood was like little snakes, swimming quickly towards Yin Fei.
Oops!
Netherworld Shura is resurrected!
In the blink of an eye, most of the two thousand dragon and tiger cavalry were sucked dry. Their corpses fell off their horses and were immediately shattered into powder all over the ground.
The Yongtai army, which was a little far away from Ti, was also caught off guard. More than 900 soldiers were also turned into mummies and dispersed by the wind.
Chen Tian was so anxious that he quickly mobilized his spiritual power to lift the remaining more than a thousand soldiers off the ground and threw them towards Qingyuan.
However, with just this wave of his hand, Chen Tian, who had only returned to the fifth level of the Jade Cauldron Realm, immediately exhausted most of his spiritual energy and staggered to the ground.
Fortunately, he has been carrying the brocade sachet that Tong Ruoran sent him a few days ago, and he can barely renew his nearly exhausted spiritual power.
Chen Tian Ling crossed the sky and looked at the ever-expanding figure of Netherworld Shura from a distance. He frowned and knew that the barbaric evil god in front of him probably had nothing to do with Yin Fei.
"Mortals, worship me."
"This god will grant you any wish."
Netherworld Shura's voice was hoarse, as deep as the bubbles emerging from the swamp, completely colorless.
"Oh? Any wish?" Chen Tian secretly accumulated strength and spoke slowly, "Then what price do I need to pay?"
"Blood and war, that's all." Netherworld Shura's voice actually sounded a bit like Yin Fei's. After all, he was summoned by Yin Fei as a sacrifice of Yang Yuan. However, Yin Fei's body could not withstand the torment of Wangcang's soldiers, and he eventually died suddenly.
And died.
Instead, Nether Shura was allowed to absorb blood, reshape his body, and absorb his soul to reappear in the world.
"Mortal, your blood-sacrifice war is extremely huge. To express the gift of God, you can make your first wish."
"Any wishes?"
"Exactly." "That couldn't be better -" Chen Tian pondered a little, with a serious face, "I make a wish that the world will be peaceful and prosperous forever."
