In Wolong Town, human figures were swaying, and beacon smoke was everywhere. The troops of Wanshou Mountain were everywhere. Thousands of hundreds of figures were uniform and black, like a wave, pushing forward step by step from the entrance of Wolong Town.
In just two hours, the Thirteen Counties of Qingzhou were captured by Wanshou Mountain and seven of them were captured. They burned, killed, looted, and drove the Sword Sect disciples away, then quickly rushed towards the Wolong Mountain Range.
The deafening footsteps continued to resound over the town, like a surging wave that was about to trample the streets of the town. The overwhelming momentum enveloped the entire town.
Especially those thousands of huge fire lions and saber-toothed tigers with golden hair all over their bodies and two scimitar-like saber-toothed tigers exposed at the corners of their mouths. They kept making waves of earth-shattering roars, as if to announce their arrival.
The world seemed to be affected by this turbulent momentum. Dark clouds gathered, wild sand flew, and gradually became gloomy, leaving everyone in the Sword Sect shrouded in a layer of oppressive shadow.
The civilians in the small town had known for a long time that war was imminent and fled the town with their families.
What was originally a prosperous town became depressed and dead due to the outbreak of the war between the two major sects.
In order to attack Liuyun Sword Sect this time, Wanshou Mountain brought in 110,000 troops, 5,000 fierce lion troops, and 5,000 tiger guards, all at once.
Thousands of sect disciples held weapons and faced off against the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain. Faced with the enemy's overwhelming advantage, each one of them turned pale with fear and retreated step by step, directly to the feet of Suo Jianfeng.
An army wearing silver armor and covered with black and purple armor came down from the mountain in a mighty manner and quickly gathered in front of the Sword Sect disciples. There were more than 3,000 of them lined up in a row.
This is the final trump card of the Sword Sect, the carefully trained elite army, almost every one of which is the Iron Dragon Army composed of disciples of the Sword Sect with acquired peak strength!
The Iron Dragon Army originally numbered 8,000 people. However, due to the frequent wars breaking out in various parts of Qingzhou in the past few days, the strength of the Iron Dragon Army was seriously insufficient. The Iron Dragon Army was divided into eight thousand-man teams to support them, and they were on the plain with the Tiger God Guards from Wan Beast Mountain.
They fought like crazy and suffered heavy losses.
Within five days, nearly five thousand Iron Dragon troops were killed and most of the Liuyun Sword Sect's foundation was consumed.
Of course, Wanshou Mountain also paid a heavy price in order to wipe out these five thousand Iron Dragon Army. The ordinary army consumed 40,000, and the Lion Army and Tiger God Guard combined lost more than 2,000.
The Liuyun Sword Sect's strongest support is only the more than 3,000 Iron Dragon Army troops left.
"Murong Xuan!" A cold voice suddenly sounded over the town, like thunder and rumbling.
I saw a burly figure standing in front of the camp of tens of thousands of troops, wearing a dark green robe, with a resolute and cold face, countless braids on his head, thick eyebrows, big eyes, mellow lips, and two thick golden maces.
Standing among the crowd, he was like an ancient emperor, extremely domineering.
This person is none other than Zhu Ao, the sect leader of Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, whose strength is unfathomable!
Next to him, stood a tall white bear that was over five feet tall and covered in bronze armor. It had a single horn on its forehead and looked like an axe. Standing there, it looked like a hill. It was full of ferocious aura.
It's so heart-pounding when you open it.
The peak innate monster, the Giant Ax Bear!
In addition, behind Zhu Ao stood ten innate strong men, lined up in a row, each exuding a different aura, either as blazing as fire, or as violent as thunder and lightning, or as thick as a mountain.
According to reliable information, there are a total of seventeen innate experts in Wan Beast Mountain. Eleven of them were dispatched this time, and the rest guarded the Wan Mountain Beast base camp. It seems that this expedition against Liuyun Sword Sect came with strong confidence. No wonder
With such a big fanfare, he is worthy of being one of the pinnacle forces of the eight major sects.
Among the ten innates, there is also a familiar face that Lu Chen knows, Hou Haobai, who had a close relationship with each other in Lanyue Tower!
Which force is not afraid of this battle?
"Zhu Ao, you are so brave. You dare to send troops to attack Liuyun Sword Sect. You really think I am afraid of you!" Murong Xuan, carrying a green divine sword, floated down from the mountainside and shouted sternly.
Xu Lan, Zhao Canghai, Master Yu, Shangguan Qingyun, Huo Lei, Gongsun Longyu and Song Lianzhou followed closely behind, leading a group of core disciples to stand behind Murong Xuan, forming a confrontation between the two armies.
Zhu Aolang laughed loudly and said: "The destruction of your Liuyun Sword Sect is a foregone conclusion. I advise you to know the current affairs and become a hero. Lead the entire sect to surrender and avoid being killed!"
"Otherwise, within one stick of incense, your Liuyun Sword Sect will surely bleed like a river!"
"Rivers of blood!"
"Rivers of blood!"
"Rivers of blood!"
Following Zhu Ao's loud shout, tens of thousands of soldiers behind him raised their arms and shouted loudly at the same time. The thundering roar sounded like a mountain roar and a tsunami, shattering the eardrums.
"Zhu Ao, you Wanshou Mountain controls more than twenty counties in Xuzhou and Yangzhou, controls a population of tens of millions, and has a fertile territory. Why do you insist on staring at me, the Sword Sect, and biting me to death!" Murong Xuan shouted in a deep voice.
Two disciples from Wanshou Mountain moved a grand master's chair from the shop at the back. Zhu Ao Dama Jin Dao sat on it and said with a cold smile: "Murong Xuan, you have lived for a long time. Don't you know that no one can make a fortune?
If you are rich and your horse is not fat, who will despise your small territory?"
"So, after you destroyed the Fiery Fire Sect, you immediately set your sights on my Liuyun Sword Sect!" Murong Xuan said.
Zhu Ao and Murong Xuan looked at each other through the air, and no one from the two camps said a word.
He laughed loudly and said: "That's right, the eight major powers in the world, Xuanyin Pavilion, Hell Gate, Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Xianle Valley, Shenhuo Sect, and Huashen Palace, are powerful, and there are even powerful Void Realm leaders!"
"Only your Liuyun Sword Sect, since your ancestor died more than a hundred years ago, no one has broken through to the False God Realm. What does this mean?"
"It means that your Liuyun Sword Sect is not qualified to be one of the eight major sects!"
"You Liuyun Sword Sect has hidden it from the world for so long, do you really think others don't know about it?"
"Who can blame this? It can only be blamed on you, Liuyun Sword Sect, whose strength has been exhausted and its decline is a foregone conclusion. Who will take you seriously, this toothless tiger?"
"Besides, even if we don't do this kind of thing, the other eight major forces will do the same and come to the city one day!"
"It's better to make it easier for me, an old neighbor!"
"Haha!" Zhu Ao laughed triumphantly, and that wanton smile was really too arrogant in the eyes of everyone in the Sword Sect.
This is a typical example of bullying!
Murong Xuan was so angry that he trembled all over, gritted his teeth and said: "Since you, Wanshou Mountain, want to eat away this piece of meat from Qingzhou, you will have to pay a heavy price!"
"Do you think I don't have other trump cards when I kill the upper-class Yunjian Sect today?" Zhu Ao sneered.
He touched the thick hair of the giant ax bear next to him, and the monster suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a loud roar, a deafening sound that resounded throughout the sky.
"Yo!"
"Yo!"
"Yo!"
"Yo!"
The Giant Ax Bear Lord roared like this deliberately, as if sending some kind of signal. Immediately afterwards, a series of eagle cries sounded from the sky and the earth, and six gale-wind eagles streaked across the Wolong Mountains in phantoms and flew towards Wolong Town at high speed.
After a while, six gale-headed eagles appeared in the sky above the town, circling continuously and setting off gusts of strong winds.
What shocked everyone in the Sword Sect was that there were many figures standing on almost every end of these gale eagles.
Song Lianzhou, who was standing next to Murong Xuan, had sharp eyes and recognized the origins of those people at once: "That's Jian Shaoze from Wanjian Villa. Why is he here? He seems to have brought two innate experts with him!"
"I don't know Yan Qing, Yuan Ziyi, and Ling Yucheng from the Shenhuo Sect. The two people behind me are probably innately powerful!" Xu Lan said with a somewhat ugly face.
Zhao Canghai raised his head and said with a trembling expression: "That old woman with a stooped figure and a cane can't be Mrs. Meng from Hell Gate!"
"It is indeed Meng Po. The two burly men behind him should be Niu Zhan and Ma Long, who are known as bull heads and horse faces! The other two are black and white Wuchang." Shangguan Qingyun said with a gloomy expression, his fists clenched suddenly, and his bones and joints cracked.
"Look, there are innate masters from Tianque Palace, Kowloon Walled City, and Snow Clothes Castle!" Elder Huo Lei saw this terrifying scene, and cold sweat suddenly fell from his forehead!
Even Murong Xuan, the leader of the Sword Sect, couldn't help but feel his heart sinking when he saw this unprecedentedly powerful lineup.
Zhu Ao, an old man who was very calculating, not only led most of the troops of Wanshou Mountain to attack Liuyun Sword Sect, but also secretly incited all the major forces to gather at Lock Jianfeng and charge for him.
He carefully calculated that the six major forces that came to assist Ten Thousand Beast Mountain in attacking Jian Zong this time brought a total of twenty innates to participate in the battle.
Three people came to Wanjian Villa, headed by Jian Shaoze!
The five Shenhuo Popes, Yan Qing, Yuan Ziyi, Ling Yucheng and two other unfamiliar faces, are all strong men who have reached the innate realm.
The Gate of Hell is headed by Po Meng, with black and white impermanence, and a total of five people with bull heads and horse faces!
Tianque Palace, Kowloon Walled City, and Snow Clothes Castle add up to eight people in total!
The six major forces have a total of twenty-one innate experts, plus the eleven innate experts from Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, that is thirty-two innate experts!
It can be said that the innate experts gathered at the feet of Liuyun Sword Sect today have already occupied one-fifth of all the forces in Kyushu!
Such a powerful lineup is comparable to a fully armed army of 200,000!
This sectarian war brought together the eight major forces in Kyushu, and there were many experts and endless trump cards, which attracted the attention of everyone in the world.
Today is a day that subverts history and will be remembered in the history of Kyushu.
On an official road near the border of Qingzhou, an army of about 5,000 people galloped majestically, with grass flying, smoke billowing, and the thundering footsteps attracting the attention of countless people.
At the front of the team are the three innate experts headed by Fang Qiumei, Li Mengjun, and Yue Lin.
On the speeding road, Li Mengjun was wearing a moon-white dress, carrying an ice shadow sword, and wearing a gauze face. She looked like a fairy coming to the world, possessing an extraordinary temperament.
Under her crotch is a snow dragon horse that is all white. It can travel thousands of miles in a day and is worth tens of thousands of gold. It is one of the most famous dragon horses in Kyushu.
It ran like a silvery wind, incredibly fast, throwing the army away for a long distance.
"Mengjun, please slow down!" Fang Qiumei held the reins in his hand, rode his horse and raised his whip, and chased after him, shouting in a low voice.
