The matter has come to this, and the overall situation has been decided.
Yin Jianyuan, the leader of the defeated army, behaved extremely calmly.
Although he didn't have half a branch beside him, the momentum he exuded was no less than that of a million-strong army. It seemed that the three thousand soldiers of Anziying who were surrounded by layers of soldiers were at the disadvantage.
Lu Kuan did not dare to relax at all. As if facing a formidable enemy, he pulled down his lower armor with his left hand and raised his sword with his right hand. In response to the situation, two tortoises made of fine copper were carried to the front of the formation, carrying stele and steles.
Yin Jianyuan didn't need to think carefully or observe the precise runes on it, he knew that it was the culprit that suppressed his own cultivation.
"That's too much!"
"court death!"
Along with the rumble of the city wall, there was another burst of smoke. Yin Jianyuan pointed his toes to the ground, his figure swept quickly, and his long sword was filled with endless anger and burst into dazzling light, slashing horizontally like a cut.
The sword energy pierced the sky, hissed, and rushed straight towards Lu Kuan's throat.
Lu Kuan knew that there was no way to avoid it, so he neatly set up the door shield in front of him, and at the same time activated his spiritual power to activate the Golden Stone Art, and both his body and armor immediately shone with a pure golden light, like the rising sun.
Anziying had been tempered for many times, and without any instructions, it unfurled a flag with gold-plated basalt patterns, and the blazing military spirit immediately enveloped the sky.
It stands to reason that Lu Kuan was born in the Yanshan Panlong Sect, practiced external martial arts, and had the triple protection of the thick gate shield, gold and stone tactics, and the Xuanwu Army Soul, so he should have been able to block Yin Jianyuan's attack.
However, this is the case.
The sound of cracking and splitting still sounded.
The sharp sword energy easily cut through the door shield, and the attack continued unabated. It once again penetrated the shining protective energy, and finally penetrated half an inch away from Lu Kuan's heart and stopped.
Lu Kuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he glanced at the originally bright military spirit that suddenly turned dim. While he felt that he had escaped by chance, he was also shocked by Yin Jianyuan's strength.
If it weren't for the Qianji Pavilion's hurriedly produced Niuling Bixi that was so effective that it suppressed Yin Jianyuan's cultivation level by 70%, then if he insisted on leaving, no one would be able to keep him.
"Change of formation!"
"Execute the plan!"
Lu Kuan stepped heavily and shouted. An Ziying ignored the crackling and rolling bricks above his head, quickly moved closer to him, and immediately formed an eight-door formation.
The terrain carries all things. Lu Kuan used his last trump card, and the spiritual power reserve he had worked hard to save for three months was finally released at this moment.
Under the blessing of the military formation, every soldier in the Anzi camp was covered in metallic luster, and seemed to be more indestructible than the fine copper next to him.
"Push forward!"
"Charge with me!"
Lu Kuan gritted his teeth and fought bravely to take the lead. He revealed the beast swallow on the side of his armor, smashed the bluestones along the way, and crashed into Yin Jianyuan without hesitation.
The Death Gate of the Eight Door Doubi Formation followed closely behind, facing Yin Jianyuan in the same light. The Mo Daoshou on both wings gathered their strength and released their martial spirits without hesitation.
The white tiger with the sword wind and the three dragons with their fangs and claws roaring out together, swept away the broken bricks and tiles along the road, and raised a large amount of smoke and dust like a storm.
Yin Jianyuan crossed the sky, stood with his hands behind his back, holding a sword in front of him with one arm, and the radiant mantra sword qi swirled up, as if opening the door to time and space.
The next moment.
Inspired by the spirit of war, a large number of soldier souls came out in formation. Under the sky, there were more than a thousand people standing like a forest in an instant.
This is exactly the unique skill that Yin Jianyuan learned from studying military art since he was a child, joining the army, and conquering the south and the north - being in embarrassment.
If Anziying is said to be a strong soldier who can survive a hundred battles.
Then Yin Jianyuan's military soul is a divine weapon descended from heaven.
Even though they were tightly covered by armor and couldn't see their facial features clearly, you could still feel the chilling murderous aura in them through their visors, and they seemed invincible.
Rumble——
Rumble——
The sword wind white tiger and the three martial spirit dragons came out excitedly and collided with the soldiers' spirits. Then there was an earth-shaking loud noise that could be heard for hundreds of miles.
The soldiers of Pingmuguan who survived under the ruins were just shocked and bleeding. They had no time to cry out in pain and died instantly.
Lu Kuan was at the center of the explosion and was severely injured. He couldn't help but feel that there were thousands of ants crawling on his eardrums, and his side shoulder was even injured by the mighty sword energy.
The hard beast swallowed was lifted like a bead curtain, and the scales on its body peeled off, revealing its body full of gaps.
He fell like flying, smashed into the city tower that had already collapsed into ruins, and broke seven or eight beams before finally stopping.
"It seems that General Lu can't compete for the top spot." Yin Jianyuan sneered condescendingly, then turned his eyes away and looked at An Ziying, who was swarming at his feet.
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He was startled, and suddenly discovered that this group of soldiers still insisted on fighting even after the leader lost contact. It seemed that the presence or absence of the leader did not affect their will to fight.
In fact, what Yin Jianyuan didn't know was that not only Anziying, but also the entire Yongtai City army could continue to fight after losing contact on the summit.
Because when Chen Tian first formed the army, he delegated the autonomy to each army to act according to the situation, so everyone from the bottom to the ordinary soldiers and then to the generals can put forward their own suggestions based on the mission objectives.
Therefore, the enthusiasm for combat from bottom to top is particularly high, and they are well aware of their respective tasks. Of course, they remain united.
On the contrary, as the coach, Chen Tian had an overall overview and only knew the overall direction, but had no way of knowing the specific details.
For example, this time we went straight to Huanglong.
He only made general requests to the cabinet, and then named Lu Kuan to be responsible for the specific tasks. The cabinet would take care of the rest, and then asked Fan Changxiang to coordinate various matters, and finally put them into practice.
After Lu Kuan took over, he paid special attention to it and even led the team to practice countless times in the Lotus Pattern Concentric Mirror. Each unit of Anziying had no less than three kinds of plans.
Therefore, Anziying did not panic at all after facing the loss of contact with the general. On the contrary, because Lu Kuan's life and death were uncertain, his blood surged and he became more and more courageous in the battle.
Even though the soldiers in the front row continued to fall, there were immediately people who rushed to the top regardless of their own safety, desperately maintaining the basic battle line of the eight-door bottom formation.
Under the light of the sword and the sound of killing, three thousand Anziying soldiers went into battle together, struggling to consume Yin Jianyuan's spiritual power reserves.
Because everyone knows deeply that no matter how strong Yin Jianyuan is, his cultivation has been suppressed, and his more than a thousand soldier souls are also consuming a lot of spiritual energy.
The fight now is who of the two sides has the courage to risk death and survive!
But this process of consumption is undoubtedly extremely heartbreaking. Under the flying limbs, fresh lives continue to pass away, and it is difficult to distinguish the human form after falling into the ruins.
After the successive attacks, Yin Jianyuan's face gradually turned pale. He didn't know whether it was because of the fright from An Ziying or because his spiritual power was exhausted.
Just when he was about to fight to the death, a large number of soldiers suddenly appeared from the corner. They were neither the reinforcements of Anziying nor his reinforcements.
The equipment of this unit is different from that of the Anzi camp. The armor is obviously thicker, and the basin collar above the neck is as black as ink. They are obviously elite heavy armor soldiers.
Yin Jianyuan suddenly remembered their identities, and his heart tightened. Aren't they the prisoners of war returned by Chen Tian overnight?
But didn't this group of more than 5,000 black and heavy armored infantry disperse from Pingmuguan in a swarm and return to Linjiang City after hearing that their leader, Zhao Pingshan, was dead?
While his thoughts were still undecided, Yin Jianyuan heard a warrior wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, raising his sword and shouting, it was Zhao Hongying.
"Yin Jianyuan!" "Pay for my eldest brother's life!"
