Two hundred and thirtieth chapters disarm with death
Outside Xuanjian Town, more than a thousand war horses swarmed towards a certain place.
These war horses cannot actually be regarded as pure war horses. A large part of them do not have the armor that a war horse should have, and there are even some old horses that are skinny and do not even have saddles...
This is just like their current owner!
Because at least half of the more than a thousand white-haired soldiers were not wearing the previous combat armor. Many of them just wore ordinary coarse cloth clothes, resembling hunters in the mountains or fishermen by the river.
Yes, that's right, they have taken off their armor and are no longer the white-haired soldiers of Shuo City.
But what now?
Not long ago, the old man who was collecting herbs in the mountains put down his hoe and basket, borrowed or bought a horse nearby, and then he came!
Some old men who were traveling in small groups and traveling across the rivers and mountains of Daxia gave up their plans and turned around and rushed to a mountain peak and a small town!
There are also old people fishing alone by the river, grandfathers playing with their grandchildren at home, and old farmers and butchers selling their own vegetables or killing pigs for meat in the vegetable market. They are all here!
They are here because the blood in their bodies is always hot. Even if they have removed their armor, they still miss the old warriors!
With such nostalgia and hot blood, once they hear that the empire has changed, everyone will instantly burst into flames!
So here they come!
They rushed here so quickly because they knew that their general, the old general who led them to defend Shuo City to the death, was right here, waiting for them!
Therefore, they had no time to gather weapons and armor, no time to find suitable war horses, and no time to wait for other comrades who had not arrived yet!
When they come, their battle begins!
"Kill! Form a formation and fire the first shot of the powerful crossbow!"
In the rolling stream of war horses, an old man wearing a general's armor pointed his sword directly at a dozen figures on the sky, and gave an passionate order: "Prepare the spear..."
Hearing this, hundreds of powerful crossbows roared, and arrows rained down from the sky!
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"My soldiers, wait for me...wait for your generals!"
Liang Shiqi rushed out of Xuanjian Sect's three-layer sect-protecting formation, turned into a bolt of lightning, and rushed towards the small town at the foot of the mountain.
His heavenly knowledge is very powerful, and he can see that the soldiers who have followed him for decades have burned their souls, and they only want to exchange their death soon for the stronger strength they can have in a short time.
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It was precisely in this way that he could clearly see the flame-like luster in the fearless eyes of these soldiers.
The white hair of the soldiers all turned into red flames at this moment...
Seeing these flames clearly, his soul was in great pain.
He knew that he was losing, losing the most important thing in his life, losing countless brothers with different surnames!
The pain caused by losing something important did not torture his body, but it made his eyes completely unable to resist the pressure of tears, making him burst into tears.
The old tears that were flowing out could not keep up with Liang Shiqi's speed, and could only turn into tiny drops of crystal behind him, drifting away in the wind.
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"The light of fireflies, I don't know what it means!"
Hovering condescendingly in mid-air, the dozen or so warriors guarding the palace looked at the horses charging toward them and the rain of arrows coming from the sky, with ruthless and dismissive expressions on their faces.
One of them slowly flew forward five feet, and a dazzling light suddenly condensed on one hand: "Die, ant!"
Rumble...
With what seemed like a simple blow, a large sea of real fire suddenly exploded a hundred feet away from him.
This sea of fire not only burned those raining arrows and crossbows, but also fell on the ground and enveloped an entire army of thousands of people and thousands of cavalry!
Among them, the oldest and weakest horse only took one or two steps forward, and then rolled out tragically.
Even though they were good war horses, only more than 300 of them finally broke out of the sea of fire. As for the white-haired soldiers on their backs, only less than 200 people followed them.
Their bodies are burning with the magical flames blasted by their opponents, and these soldiers have already burned their souls. Looking from a distance, they are now completely turned into balls of racing fire...
His long sword was still pointing to the sky in front of him, and there were still more comrades and horses beside him, falling one by one...
Such a fall means death!
The fallen soldiers and their horses will never stand up again!
but……
So what?
"Kill, the glory of the white-haired soldiers, the glory of Shuo Cheng, the glory of General Liang Shiqi!"
"Kill, the glory of the white-haired general, the glory of Shuo... the glory of Shuo City, the glory of Liang Shiqi... the glory of the general!"
"Kill, white-haired general...the glory of the general..."
More and more bodies are still falling, and more and more shouts have stopped!
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"No!"
It was too late, but it was too soon. From the time Liang Qi Qi rushed out, only a few breaths of time had passed until now.
But after such a short period of time, Xuanjian Peak went completely crazy!
Li Chenghui ignored Kong Mingzi's reminder and took the lead with his long sword raised high: "Jianzitang disciples, follow your orders and fight out with me!"
This time, it was the first time in his life that he called himself "Lao Tzu", and it was the first time that he forgot the etiquette that he should remember!
After him, Venerable Shroud and Venerable Inch Blood, who were originally from the army, were equally crazy!
No one had time to stop them, so they turned into two giant waves one after another and headed towards Xuanjian Town...
"I'm shrouded in corpses and I want to die today!"
"Hahaha... shrouded old ghost, I will fight with you for the last time today, hahaha..."
They rushed out, followed by more than two thousand famous disciples from Jianzitang, roaring and roaring like tigers descending the mountain!
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Facing this situation, Li Shanshan, who had never seen anything similar to this situation, was shocked and trembled.
She opened her eyes wide and stretched out a hand, wanting to grab something, but she didn't know what she should grab. She only knew that she had already burst into tears!
In front of her, Nie Tianyang suddenly woke up and roared loudly: "Zhenzitang, completely lock the sect-protecting formation, and no one is allowed to go out... Shui'er, did you hear this? Shui'er..."
Roaring wildly, the veins on his neck swelled like a dragon, and his eyes were completely bloodshot!
"It's too late..." Only Kong Mingzi remained emotionally stable. He looked at everything down the mountain and shook his head: "Unless... Nie Heng and his master can come back in time!"
He said this very softly, and it shouldn't have been heard in the chaotic and noisy environment.
But in fact, someone still heard it, and they were the two Shadow Shapers: Zhao Sanmei, and Zhao Shitou!
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On the other side, Liang Shiqi opened a space passage with difficulty, and finally arrived at the last few white-haired soldiers before they died completely.
"General...we tried our best!"
The whole body was still burning with raging flames, and the general who had been commanding everyone had been burned beyond recognition and could only stand precariously.
Beside him, a horse had already turned into charcoal.
"General...the last general...really took off his armor this time..."
After he said this, the long sword in his hand to support his body broke completely, causing him to fall down.
With a "pop" sound, Liang Shiqi took the lead to support the burning comrade who was about to die, and shouted loudly: "You tried your best, you did a good job! I will allow you to completely remove your armor..."
Upon hearing this, the body in the blazing flames completely collapsed, and an arm that was burned into black coal fell to the ground helplessly.
"ah……"
Still holding the fallen general in his arms, Liang Qiqi raised his head and roared: "Your Majesty, Sect Master... please allow me to sacrifice my life to remove my armor today..."
When he finished speaking, both his palms were pierced into his own ribs an inch below.
The Burning Soul, which is irreversible and will eventually die, is sacrificed!