The sky darkened and the grassland turned into a swamp.
No matter how strong the Desolate Man warriors were, they would lose their most important ability once they could not run as fast and long as the wolves by the Hot Sea. In the eyes of the grassland cavalrymen, they suddenly became immovable targets. No matter how strong their close-range defense was, they would eventually die of blood exhaustion after being shot by countless arrows.
Of course, if they wanted to use arrows to kill these tough Desolate Man warriors, even if they did not dodge, they would still need a terrifying number of arrows. No cavalrymen would carry so many arrows in a normal war. However, during the days when the Desolate Man went south, dozens of tribes in the Left King's Court had been defeated. The grassland people had learned from their failures and finally decided on today's war strategy. The palace had sent one of the Seven Great Sorcerers and the elite cavalrymen. How could there be a shortage of arrows?
The horses moved like the wind and the arrows fell like rain. The grassland cavalrymen whistled and kicked the horses' abdomen. With their exquisite shooting skills, they accurately pulled their bows and shot arrows. The Desolate Man warriors who were surrounded in the middle of the swamp-like grassland struggled to pull their legs out of the grass and mud. They struggled to move their legs and trudged to the periphery.
However, the second step they took was also stuck in the mud. Coupled with the accurate and terrifying arrows, the Desolate Man's speed of breaking through the encirclement was extremely slow. One of the most powerful warriors did not care that his body was full of arrows and bravely stepped through the thick mud. When he was less than 20 steps away from the grassland cavalrymen, he was shot in the knee and fell in despair with a muffled groan.
Suddenly encountering such a strange ambush, the old veteran among the Desolate Man warriors had long noticed the strange carriage behind the grassland cavalrymen and the strange people in it. He guessed that the sudden change in the grassland must have something to do with the carriage. He only heard the old man shout a few words and then a Desolate Man warrior with extremely thick arms walked over with difficulty and stood in front of him.
The Desolate Man veteran pressed his palm on the back of the warrior and groaned. His face gradually turned pale and an inexplicable huge force passed through his palm into the warrior's body.
The Desolate warrior's arms became thicker, as if something had entered his body. He forcibly endured the pain from his skin and ignored the blood flowing out from the corner of his eyes. He stared at the carriage in the distance and suddenly let out a beast-like roar. He pulled out a big ax from his waist and threw it in that direction!
The sound of the axe tearing through the air rang out. Under the support of the enormous power, the axe was like a bolt of lightning, traversing a distance of several hundred feet in an instant, chopping towards the golden-robed old Royal Court Wizard on the carriage!
Seeing the sharp axe whistling towards him, the two Valiant Warriors of the Royal Court, who had been standing silently by the old Magus' side, raised the giant shields at their feet at the most crucial moment, blocking in front of the old Magus.
The tip of the axe violently collided with the giant metal shield, producing a loud and clear clang!
The grassland soldiers beside the chariot were so shocked that they covered their ears and knelt on the ground.
The gorgeous carriage only shook slightly before returning to normal.
In the carriage, the old Magus who was sitting on the metal plate was still expressionless. He hurriedly chanted incantations and the wrinkles on his face deepened. The Qi of Heaven and Earth around him entered the metal plate with his incantation and then followed the talisman patterns that were as complicated as star lines into the ground of the grassland. It was then released by another metal plate that the Royal Court had buried in the ground in front of them, causing the grassland above to become softer and softer.
The Desolate Man's last hope of escaping was dashed. They raised their heavy long knives and desperately tried to break out of the encirclement in the soft mud. There were people who were hit by dozens of arrows and fell down like thorns. The grassland cavalrymen who were shooting arrows around them whistled more and more sharply. Their ferocious faces were filled with the joy of revenge.
The wet grass, the bloody mud, and the galloping horses formed a cruel and desperate picture.
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The grassland suddenly became quiet and spacious.
The cruel shooting of arrows was still going on, but other than the buzzing of strings and the sound of arrows piercing through the air, as well as the sharp whistles of the grassland cavalrymen, no other sound could be heard. The Desolate Man somehow stopped and buried their bodies in the grass as low as possible. They silently defended and no longer tried to break out of the encirclement.
Then even the buzzing of strings, the whistling of arrows, and the sharp whistles of the grassland cavalrymen all disappeared. The battlefield that was supposed to be chaotic became extremely quiet. Quiet was actually a relative term. In fact, the reason why all the chaotic sounds disappeared was that the people on the battlefield could only hear one sound.
It was the low vibrating sound of a heavy object piercing through the air at high speed. It was definitely not an arrow, but a flying sword used by the people of the Central Plains. It sounded more like a huge stone that was thrown down from the clouds by Haotian and was constantly accelerating.
The Desolate Man soldiers who were buried in the grass raised their heads with difficulty and looked up at the sky. They had been mentally prepared to face death with equanimity. Their eyes had previously become extremely calm, but now they were suddenly filled with passion and admiration.
The grassland cavalrymen who were wandering around the battlefield in the center of the grassland felt a wave of fear in their hearts. They subconsciously slowed down the speed of drawing their bows and looked up in shock.
Everyone on both sides of the battle raised their heads.
They looked at the place where the horrifying vibrating sound came from.
The clouds blocked the sunlight and cast a shadow.
In the shadow under the clouds.
A man fell from the sky.
He streaked across the sky, his body covered in blood-like flames. He fell from a height of tens of meters, as if he had jumped down from the clouds. His terrifying speed broke through the air around his body, creating a semi-spherical mist. Perhaps it was because of the intense friction between his legs, there were blood-like flames splashing out.
The man was like a meteorite that smashed into the earth.
The place where the meteorite fell was the gorgeous carriage of the Left King's Palace on the grassland.
The two most powerful warriors in the Palace on the carriage roared and raised their heavy giant shields to block the head of the old wizard.
The old sorcerer's hands trembled violently, and the Psyche Power in his sea of consciousness gushed out, mobilizing the Qi of Heaven and Earth around him to quickly gather. Then, he raised his head, and through the gap between the shields, he saw a foot.
The foot was wearing a very ordinary leather boot. The leather boot was a little old and the bottom of the boot was a little dirty. He didn't know which grassland, which Gobi, which sewage, and which mountains and rivers he had stepped on.
The moment he saw this foot, the old wizard of the Royal Court understood a truth.
Death had come.
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The man who fell like a meteorite stepped on the hard metal giant shield.
The old soles of the boots couldn't withstand such a huge force and cracked inch by inch.
However, the hard metal giant shield also cracked inch by inch!
The two powerhouses of the Royal Court who were holding the giant shield up didn't even have time to groan. Their thick arms were directly turned into silk-like muscles under the unstoppable and terrifying force. The white bones that were just exposed instantly turned into powder. Blood spurted out from their noses, eyes, ears, and mouths like arrows.
The foot that had no soles broke the giant shield and continued to descend among the flying metal fragments. It easily broke the old wizard's condensed Qi shield and stepped on his head.
The old sorcerer's lifeless eyes were stomped directly into his neck. Then, the foot continued downward and stepped on his body. The old sorcerer's body suddenly sank and flattened until it became a pile of meat paste.
The foot in the leather boot continued to descend.
It broke the old wizard's meat paste.
It broke the hard metal disk.
It broke the broken carriage board.
There was a loud bang!
Dust and blood and meat powder splashed everywhere. Smoke and dust flew everywhere. The luxurious carriage turned into a pile of rubbish. The sharp metal fragments shot dozens of grassland soldiers standing around the carriage and fell to the ground!
The foot that broke through the clouds and tore through the air finally stepped on the grassland that the barbarians had occupied for nearly a thousand years!
A middle-aged man in a leather robe stood in the middle of the ruins with a blood-red giant knife on his back. He looked expressionlessly at the grassland barbarians who were stunned like statues.
The Desolate soldiers who were trapped in the grassland swamp looked at the powerful man in the distance. They finally broke the silence and let out a crazy roar. Some young Desolate people were so excited that they even shed tears.
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Somewhere in the deep mountains in the south, there was a Taoist temple that looked extremely simple. Because it was remote, there were no tourists or believers who came here. Naturally, there were no incense offerings. The Taoists in the temple didn't like incense either. They felt that the smell was extremely vulgar. It was even different from what ordinary Taoist Haotian thought. The Taoists who lived in this old temple didn't even care about incense money.
In the depths of the Taoist temple, there were seven thatched cottages beside a quiet lake. They were different from the simple and even shabby feeling of this Taoist temple. Although the eaves of these seven cottages were covered with thatch, they gave people an extremely luxurious and solemn feeling. The roots of the thatch were yellow and white like gold and jade. No one knew how many years they had been through, but they were still as fresh as before.
In the first cottage, there was a large and thick Classic quietly placed on the agarwood table by the window. The cover was as black as coagulated blood. It also looked like a black blood stone that was formed after hundreds of millions of years. There was a word "Ri" written on it.
The Classic had been opened. The pen that was full of ink moved slowly and smoothly to the right to write a line.
The middle-aged Taoist put down his pen and looked at it for a moment. He nodded with satisfaction.
There were two words written on the blank paper. That was someone's name.
"Ning Que."
Qing Feng couldn't read, but he could help condense the ink and leave the words on the paper. After a while, a breeze blew in from outside the window. The pages of the book rustled and kept turning forward. No one knew how many pages had been turned. The Classic with the word "Ri" written on the cover finally flipped to the front from the page with the word "Ning Que" written on it.
The first page of the Classic was completely blank like snow.
There were a few names on the second page. Liu Bai's name was at the top. Not far away, one could vaguely see the word "Jun." There was a person's name on the paper that was different from all the other names. It was extremely lonely and yet extremely powerful. It was as if he was not willing to stand together with the powerful people of the Central Plains who were famous and powerful.
Because he was the World Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine.
He was the strongest person in the Northern Wilderness.
His name was Tang.
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(When I was designing the night, I told many people that I wanted to write what I thought was cool. Today's foot is what I thought was cool. It's really easy to feel good writing like this. I hope you can feel good too. It's past midnight. Call for recommendation votes. As for the monthly votes, sigh, I will definitely open the chapter tomorrow. When that time comes, everyone will be happy. Just try your best to vote for me when the votes are doubled tomorrow. Good night.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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