No one knew whether Haotian would laugh when humans were thinking, and no one knew whether Haotian would laugh when humans were fighting. However, thinking or fighting was ultimately the business of humans. Whether Haotian would laugh or not, humans would continue to do it, either thinking hard or fighting with their lives on the line.
The goshawk flew away and the dark clouds approached. The war on the Wilderness continued. Every moment, there were people falling, swords breaking, and blood gushing out. The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, but no one knew if it was because the cavalry could not charge at high speed, or because the ground was soaked in blood and covered with corpses.
In the middle of the battlefield, the powerful Desolate warriors kept charging forward. They had already torn a huge gap in the cavalry of the South Jin Kingdom. Even the legendary Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace were a little unstable due to their charge. Of course, they also paid a terrible price for it. Many Desolate warriors fell on the path of the charge.
His leather clothes trembled in the bloody wind, and then he dragged out several shadows. Tang, who was bathed in blood, was like a burning stone. He ran amok on the battlefield, sending more than ten warhorses flying. He tore several priests of the West-Hill Divine Palace to pieces with his bare hands, and then he finally arrived in front of Luo Kedi.
Blood flowed down from Tang's body like a waterfall. It was the enemy's, not his. The internal organs of a priest hung on his shoulder. The scene was extremely bloody.
Luo Kedi knew who he was. His face suddenly turned pale, and fear took over his body and mind. He instinctively wanted to dodge or escape, but he knew that if he dodged or turned to escape, he would be smashed into pieces by Tang's fist the next moment. Even if he was lucky to survive, the Hierarch Lord would give him a more tragic ending.
With a loud roar, Luo Kedi waved the God-given blade and chopped down at Tang's head. The blade whistled in the air, and the golden talisman lines on the blade suddenly lit up, and its power suddenly increased.
Tang looked at the descending saber expressionlessly. He threw out a straight punch. His mountain-like fist smashed onto the blade of Luo Ke Di's saber. The edge of the saber cracked, and then the hilt of the saber cracked. The web between Luo Ke Di's thumb and index finger, which was holding onto the hilt of the saber, split open. Then, that frighteningly huge force followed along his arm and attacked upwards.
His shoulder blade broke with a cracking sound. Luo Ke Di spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell backwards. His left hand turned into a saber and fiercely chopped at his own shoulder. He forcefully used his strength to cut off the invasion of that force. Only then did he luckily survive.
The moment he landed on the ground, Tang's body leaped into the air and stepped on his head. Looking at the bloodied sole that was getting closer and closer, Luo Kedi's eyes revealed a look of despair.
His current emotions were similar to Cheng Ziqing's when he sensed the terrifying and blazing fist intent. However, just like Cheng Ziqing, at the moment before death, a bolt of lightning saved his life.
The lightning in the low altitude of the Wilderness had been chasing Tang's figure for a long time, but they were unable to catch up. However, at the moment when Tang seriously injured Luo Kedi, they finally caught up.
Tang stomped heavily on the ground and forced the lightning into the ground. The ground of the Wilderness, which had been moistened by blood for a long time, shook. Between the broken grass and branches, a lot of blood actually squeezed out.
There was a flash of lightning, and within it, a sword appeared quietly and pierced Tang's abdomen.
Tang was the Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine. He might even be the last Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine. He was very powerful. Whether it was the expert from the Sword Garret, Cheng Ziqing, or Luo Kedi, they were no match for him.
In this world, it was very difficult for a sword to pierce his body. However, at this moment, he was pierced.
Even if he was pierced, with the strength of Tang's body, it would be difficult for a sword to pierce his body. However, this sword pierced his body, and it was very deep. Blood seeped from the edge of the sword.
It was not an extremely sharp sword, nor was it the unparalleled sword beside the quiet pool in the Sword Garret. It was just a thin wooden sword. The wooden sword was exactly the same as it had been more than a decade ago, except that there was an additional hilt.
The person holding the hilt of the wooden sword was, of course, Ye Su.
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Tang was the World Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine, while Ye Su was the World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism. The two of them were like two sides of the world. One day, they would definitely meet and then fight to the death.
They were all people at the peak of the world, and each had their own pride. Ye Su faced Jun Mo of the Academy in the Lanke Temple. When Jun Mo turned around, he turned around. In today's battle in the Wilderness, he also did not bother to kill the ordinary Desolate soldiers. Instead, he focused his spirit on Tang alone.
Of course, there was no absolute fairness. Other than avoiding Ye Su's sword, Tang also had to protect his own people and fight against the powerhouses of Haotian Taoism. More importantly, he had led the Desolate Man tribe to fight against the people of the Central Plains in the Wilderness for many days. More accurately, he had been fighting for several years.
Ye Su, who had been cultivating his spirit for a long time and was at his peak, faced the exhausted Tang. The result of this battle was not difficult to imagine. The wooden sword pierced deeply into Tang's abdomen, and then there was a thunderous sound.
A bright red wound opened up in Tang's abdomen. Blood flowed from his eyes, mouth, and nose. This time, it was not the blood of the enemy, but his own blood.
As soon as they met, Tang was seriously injured. However, there was still no expression on his face, much less any fear.
His legs suddenly burst into flames. The bright red flames were like magma in a volcano, blazing hot and heavy. His right leg left the ground at a very strange angle, and then kicked downwards!
He was clearly standing on the ground, and his right leg was clearly raised to half a person's height. However, when his right leg fell downwards, the foot in the leather boot seemed to step down from the sky!
There was a crisp sound! Tang's right foot stepped hard on the wooden sword, and it broke in the middle!
The wooden sword was now deeply embedded in his abdomen. Tang's right foot stepping on the broken wooden sword was equivalent to hitting his own abdomen, stirring up his internal organs. However, there was still no expression on his face!
Ye Su's face was slightly pale. His right hand released the hilt of the sword, and he did not hesitate to abandon the sword. His thin Taoist robe danced in the wind of the Wilderness. An extremely ethereal Qi of Heaven and Earth attacked him, and he retreated a hundred feet with the wind!
Tang's mountain-like right fist was already clenched tightly, hanging by his waist. He was about to strike, but he did not because Ye Su's figure was no longer in front of him. Even if he struck, he would only hit empty air.
Blood kept gushing out, and Tang's face finally revealed a trace of exhaustion. Then, he reached out to pull out half of the wooden sword from his abdomen, and slowly knelt down on one knee, panting deeply.
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The top master of the Desolate Man, Tang, had been seriously injured by Ye Su, the World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism. At this point in the war on the Wilderness, it seemed that the outcome could finally be seen clearly.
The sounds of killing on the battlefield gradually subsided. The desperate advance of the Desolate Man was finally stopped by the cavalry of the South Jin Kingdom and the Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace. However, the charge of more than ten thousand cavalrymen of the Tang Empire in the west was unstoppable.
Just before the Desolate Man's tribe faced the disaster of extinction, a low and orderly chanting of sutras sounded. The Desolate Man soldiers who were seriously injured and could no longer fight began to chant a sutra with several senior statesmen.
The sutra was not long, but the syllables were very complicated. It was obviously not the commonly used Central Plains characters, which the Desolate Man also used. It was more like the primitive characters of the west of the Yuelun Kingdom. The Desolate Man soldiers and the leading statesmen did not know that the sutra came from the legendary "Ming" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane.
As the sound of the sutra reverberated in the Wilderness, a faintly discernible aura began to appear on the battlefield. This aura was extremely compassionate and abnormally quiet, as if it came from the blood and the twisted or broken corpses on the battlefield. It clearly showed the meaning of death and reincarnation.
The Great Statesman of the Desolate Man's tribe stood up with difficulty with the help of a young man. He looked at Tang, who was kneeling on one knee in the middle of the battlefield, and a trace of determination appeared in the deep wrinkles on his face.
The great elder also began to chant the same scripture. His voice was very hoarse, but it was also extremely loud and clear. It was like the wind that blew across the wasteland, almost like a shout.
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In the center of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army, the tall figure standing on the platform of the giant chariot froze slightly. The Hierarch Lord listened to the sutra chanting in the Wilderness and the shouting of the Desolate Statesman. He silently thought that if the monks of the Xuankong Temple had not disobeyed the order and refused to come to the Wilderness to help, he would not even have the chance to fight for his life.
The Buddhism Bhadanta of the Xuankong Temple was not here, so someone needed to fight with the Desolate Statesman spiritually. Otherwise, if the old man's almost shouting sutra continued on the battlefield, both the Central Plains Coalition Army and the Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace would pay a terrible price.
In the face of the Desolate Statesman's chanting, even the tall figure on the giant chariot could only protect himself. Then who was qualified to fight with his life? In the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army, only the old man was qualified.
The wrinkles on the Great Divine Priest of Revelation's face deepened. He listened to the sutra chanting from the far north and the shouting of the old man. He calmly said, "The Heavenly Mandate begins with darkness, the beginning of light."
Then he continued, "The Heavenly Mandate begins with sacrifice, the beginning of good."
Finally, he said, "The Heavenly Mandate begins with light, the beginning of man."
After saying these three sentences, the wrinkles on the Great Divine Priest of Revelation's face seemed to be carved into his cheeks, flesh, and even bones. Two extremely thick streams of blood flowed out from the corners of his eyes.
Around the Great Divine Priest of Revelation's divine chariot, the faces of the seven priests in red were already withered. Their black hair suddenly turned white, and they aged a few hundred years in an instant. They had long stopped breathing.
The Desolate Statesman slowly closed his eyes and fell backward.
The young Desolate Man warrior who was supporting him did not know what had happened. He held his body in sorrow and was speechless. The wounded Desolate Men around him struggled to stand up and then knelt down.
The Great Statesman's mental strength was very strong. Compared to the Great Divine Priest of Revelation, who had the strongest mental strength in the West-Hill Divine Palace, there was still a small gap. So in the end, he died.
This was a battle that seemed simple but was actually extremely dangerous. The Great Divine Priest of Revelation finally used up the lifespan of seven red-robed priests to win, and the Desolate Great Elder did not make use of any of the Desolate Men until his death.
In this sense, no one knew who was stronger.
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