The sword light slashed down, the stream of light on the high platform exploded, and the storm surged.
The two long swords caused the power of the original avenue to intersect around them, causing the people watching the battle below to feel their souls shaken and dizzy.
This is the way of kendo, which is different from the previous fist and kick fights.
"when."
"when."
The original power triggered by the collision of the swords revealed blue-red and ice-cold colors, making the practitioners under the stands feel chilled all over.
"In the Shiyuan Realm, these two are definitely strong men."
Looking at the sword light, someone shouted.
"Of course. With this sword technique, it shouldn't be difficult to gain meritorious service in the battle to conquer the sky."
Some people looked at the two sword lights with a trace of emotion in their eyes.
In fact, there are not many people who actually fight to the death on this military platform. Most of them are just to show their strength and their own side, and attract more practitioners to join their ranks.
Fighting at this time is also to let others see their own fighting power.
The two men fought for a while on the stage, showing their strength, and then stopped.
Liao Qingfeng raised his hand to the sword-wielding man opposite him with a smile on his face: "Brother Yu Dao has extraordinary strength, Liao admires him."
Yu Canghe, who was on the opposite side, also laughed, cupped his hands, then turned to look down, and loudly said that he was willing to recruit three hundred fellow practitioners.
He flew off the stage and many people followed him.
Liao Qingfeng, who was on the stage, looked around and said loudly: "Our Five Sword Sect needs to recruit this time——"
Before he finished speaking, a roaring sound sounded and crashed towards the ordering platform.
Liao Qingfeng raised his hand and thrust out his sword, hitting a green and black shield.
"when--"
The shield was intact. Liao Qingfeng was shocked, took three steps back, and his complexion turned green and white.
On the ordering platform, a big man wearing half black armor came down, holding his shield with a calm expression.
Seeing this big man, everyone below was stunned.
More people looked at the black armor on the big man, with a hint of fear in their eyes.
This is the armor of soldiers of the Immortal Dynasty. Non-immortal soldiers cannot wear it.
Although the practitioners from various sects are not bad at fighting, they are not qualified to wear this immortal dynasty battle armor.
The person who came to the military commanding platform was a soldier of the Immortal Dynasty.
Could it be that the Immortal Dynasty army also needs to be recruited?
impossible.
The Immortal Dynasty never lacks soldiers. If an ordinary sect practitioner wants to become a soldier of the Immortal Dynasty, even the lowest third-grade soldier needs a lot of procedures.
"Liao Qingfeng, you are recruiting troops for Wuzheng Jianmen, have you ever asked me for my opinion?"
A voice sounded in mid-air.
A young man in his thirties, wearing cloud-white Taoist robes and a jade-colored high crown, with an aura as bright as blue clouds, slowly fell down.
These attire and body shapes are somewhat different from those practitioners below who are full of energy and blood.
"He Chengyang!" Liao Qingfeng looked at the person coming and shouted in a low voice.
"Buzz——"
The short gun in the hand of the black-armored soldier holding the shield vibrated, pointed at Liao Qingfeng and shouted: "You dare to call Mr. Yang by his name?"
Young Master Yang of Yuntian Dao Men, He Chengyang is the pinnacle of Ji Dao.
The younger generation is naturally not as good as their predecessors in terms of cultivation, but they have potential.
Most of the powerful people from all sides are willing to support the younger generations with potential.
He Chengyang of Yuntian Dao Sect is a rising star with great potential.
"It's him."
"I heard that he seems to be somewhat active in the camp."
Some people around made noises, while others shook their heads.
The camp at Shenhe County in Wulingzhou for the Battle of Zhengtian gathered tens of millions of troops and countless strong men. It was already rare for a person in the extreme realm to have some reputation in a small area.
Liao Qingfeng looked at the armored soldiers in front of him and He Chengyang, who was standing with his hands behind his back, with a solemn expression and said nothing.
It's rare to directly undermine someone on the battlefield, and it's easy to create enemies.
But Liao Qingfeng couldn't get angry because the other party was so provocative. He didn't dare.
He was not afraid of He Chengyang who was in the extreme realm, but he was afraid of soldiers wearing iron armor and having Shi Yuan's strength.
Wearing this kind of armor represents the status of the Immortal Dynasty military.
"Liao Qingfeng, I gave you a chance." He Chengyang looked at Liao Qingfeng with a calm expression and a hint of sneer.
"Submit to my Yuntian Dao Sect and serve under my command. Otherwise, no one from you or the Wuzheng Sword Sect will be able to leave alive."
He Chengyang's voice was filled with confidence and an irresistible threat.
Liao Qingfeng's expression kept changing, but he didn't dare to say no.
"Liao Qingfeng, I'll give you ten breaths, do you want to join my Yuntian Dao Sect?" He Chengyang didn't give Liao Qingfeng a chance to hesitate and shouted loudly.
"Yuntian Dao Sect?"
"By the way, aren't the people from Yuntian Dao Sect already here?"
"They seem to have someone leading the team. Isn't this Mr. He Chengyang the leader of the Yuntian Dao Sect?"
Under the stage, someone spoke.
These words made He Chengyang on the stage slightly stunned.
Are people from your sect coming?
"Master!"
Under the stage, there was a shout of surprise and a figure stepped forward.
People from Yuntian Dao Sect.
Not just one person, but at least ten Yuntian Dao Sect disciples rushed up to the military platform and bowed to He Chengyang.
Such scenes are somewhat spectacular.
"You guys are not slow in coming." He Chengyang waved his hand, glanced at everyone, and then narrowed his eyes.
"Where are the people from the Mitian Sword Sect?"
The leading disciple raised his hand and handed over a piece of jade.
He Chengyang took the jade, glanced at it, and sneered.
He looked down and his eyes fell on where Han Muye and the others were standing.
"How dare a mere Mitian Sword Sect take away the power of my Yuntian Dao Sect?"
"You don't need me to take action. It belongs to my Yuntian Dao Sect. No one can take it away."
He raised his hand and passed the jade to the armored man beside him, and said loudly: "Uncle Wu, please go see my uncle and ask him to go to Camp 9528 and get the camp establishment token back."
"Also, let's arrest that Han Muye too."
After saying that, he gave a long laugh, flicked his sleeves, and flew away.
"Liao Qingfeng, if you don't surrender, the Wuzheng Sword Sect will end up like the Mitian Sword Sect."
From the beginning to the end, He Chengyang did not even look at Han Muye or the people of the Mitian Sword Sect behind him.
In front of him, these people were not even qualified to look at him.
"Master." Su Juesheng looked at Han Muye, his expression slightly gloomy.
"I have found out that He Chengyang's uncle Yu Rongkai is the ninth-level garrison commander and has led a hundred soldiers to serve in the camp."
"He Chengyang has a background in the Immortal Dynasty. It is said that this battle to conquer the sky is to help his uncle get the opportunity to become the Heaven-Suppressing Guard."
Young Master Yang of the Yuntian Dao Sect has a background from the Immortal Dynasty, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Several others looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye looked calm and turned back to his camp.
Back at the camp, many people from the Yuntian Dao Sect had gathered together and told and publicized the story of their son, Mr. Yang, who wanted to take back military power.
Many practitioners from all walks of life who followed showed hesitation.
Should he continue to follow the Mitian Sword Sect or follow Young Master Yang?
"Where is Han Muye?"
"The Mitian Sword Sect has declared that the camp is not in compliance with the rules. Han Muye comes with us."
Outside the camp, a group of soldiers wearing black armor walked quickly.
Xu Zhichu and others stood up, their faces tense.
"I am Han Muye." Han Muye walked out of the tent, then turned around and handed the long sword at his waist to Zhang Mingyuan.
"While I am away, you hold this sword and command my disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect."
Long Sword Lu Yue.
This is the sword that represents Han Muye's identity.
Outsiders don't know that this is his true identity.
