Although the Verdant Canyon had collapsed, the entrance was still relatively flat and spacious. However, it was blocked by countless huge rocks not far in, like a terrifying iron wall.
Hundreds of heavy cavalrymen rushed from the south. Their purpose was to push the Academy disciples to death with the help of the terrible impact. In such a terrain, even if they succeeded, there was no chance of survival.
Therefore, these heavy cavalrymen were ready to die. Although they saw their companions falling to the ground and their faces turned pale, they still gritted their teeth and continued to rush forward.
After a long time, the field hundreds of feet away from the exit of the Verdant Canyon was covered with black bodies. The warhorses neighed miserably and the seriously injured heavy cavalrymen struggled to stand up, but they could not. The scene was extremely bloody and miserable. Only the last dozens of cavalrymen at the back were sure that the charge had failed and retreated with great difficulty.
In the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army in the south, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation stopped chanting and looked in the direction of the Verdant Canyon. His old face showed a very complicated expression. He sighed and said, "Rhythm is the end. Even if you two cultivate to the Knowing Destiny State, you can't see the end of the Way of Heaven. Why do you have to do this?"
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation's voice sounded at the exit of the Verdant Canyon.
Beigong Weiyang understood the meaning of this sentence. He looked to the south and said, "All the methods in the world are Tao. Cultivating rhythm is cultivating the Way of Heaven. However, rhythm is not used for fighting, but for understanding. What's the difference between a Knowing Destiny State cultivator and an ordinary person? I thought the Great Divine Priest was an elegant person, but you don't even understand this. "
When he was talking to the Great Divine Priest of Revelation, no one paid attention to him at the entrance of the Verdant Canyon. They were all quietly doing their own things. Seventh Sister was dividing the lines, and Fourth Brother was holding a sand table and instructing Sixth Brother to insert something.
Of course, the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army would not give them any chance to rest. When the heavy cavalry's charge was about to be thwarted, countless cavalry and archers had already rushed out of the formation. They galloped to the Verdant Canyon for a distance and then pulled their bows and arrows.
Hearing a military order, countless hardwood bowstrings buzzed and countless arrows left the bowstrings. With a shrill sound, they went straight to the blue sky, as if they were going to shoot through the sky.
Countless arrows reached the highest point in the air and then began to fall. The shrill sound of breaking through the air became sharper and more terrifying. Finally, it turned into a dark storm of arrows falling toward the mouth of the Verdant Canyon.
Second Brother stood in front of the formation and looked at the dense arrows falling like rain. He had no intention of dodging at all. He just reached out and put down his mask. With a crisp sound of metal clashing, the armor covered his whole body.
Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang. A series of crisp and muffled sounds of arrows colliding rang out continuously, almost simultaneously!
There were at least twenty arrows that accurately hit his body.
The sharp arrowhead, with great speed and power, spun and fiercely collided with the armor on his body. However, at this moment, about three hairs below the surface of the armor, there was a faint glow. Dense and complicated talisman lines were activated, summoning the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the Verdant Canyon and turning it into an armor similar to the Qi of Heaven and Earth on the surface of the metal armor.
An ear-piercing sound of friction rang out.
The arrowheads of those arrows were extremely sharp, but they could not even pierce through the outermost protective layer of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The huge impact was finally transmitted to the arrow shafts. Some of the twenty or so arrows were broken in the middle, and some were bent out of shape. They fell weakly on the ground in front of Second Senior Brother, like useless straws.
Second Senior Brother did not move at all, like a mountain.
The long-range arrow attack basically covered a large area. Therefore, compared with Second Brother, who was hit by more than twenty arrows, the Academy disciples had to bear more dense and terrible arrows.
When the countless arrows shot by the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army had just left the bowstrings and turned into dense black dots in the sky, the Academy disciples took action in advance.
Under the command of Fourth Brother, Sixth Brother inserted a dozen metal rods into the ground within a radius of more than a hundred feet. The bottom of each metal rod was tied with a red line.
These red lines were randomly placed on the ground, with many knots in the middle. They were tied to everyone's ankles, leaving only two threads. One was tied to Seventh Sister's embroidery needle. The other was tied to Second Brother's waist.
As the arrow rain approached, Sixth Brother looked up at the sky. His face, which had been blackened by the fire all year round, remained calm. His right hand, which was particularly thick because of waving the iron hammer, shook forward and a scroll was opened in his hand. It spread from east to west like a wave and instantly spread out on the dozen metal rods.
Judging from the color of the scroll, it seemed to be metal, but it was very thin and tough. It could be rolled up like a quilt. The spring under the edge of the metal piece automatically connected with the metal rods and then fastened.
With a cracking sound, a piece of metal cloth appeared outside the Verdant Canyon. It covered more than a hundred feet and covered all the Academy disciples except Second Brother, sprinkling a blue light.
At this moment, the arrow rain also arrived.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. Dense and muffled sounds rang above the heads of the Academy's disciples, as if hundreds of the best drummers were beating the taut drum in the most presumptuous manner.
None of the arrows could penetrate the metal cloth.
Even if that piece of metal looked so thin and soft, like paper, it would not be able to withstand it.
Beigong Weiyang was playing the zither, Ximen Buhuo was sticking the film, Wang Chi was decocting medicine, Fourth Brother was designing something new, and Sixth Brother was lighting the stove. The arrows fell like rain. It was quiet as usual.
It seemed that they were still in the back of the mountain of the Academy, not listening to the rain and concentrating on their own things.
Only Seventh Sister frowned slightly and looked at the embroidery cloth without saying a word.
Because the red thread was on her embroidery needle.
The surface of the metal cloth was also covered with a very thin but extremely condensed layer of Qi of Heaven and Earth. It was like the best defensive armor, bouncing off all the falling arrows.
It was an array.
The red thread tied to the metal rods and everyone's ankles gradually floated up and then became slightly tighter.
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The Academy disciples sat in the midst of the majestic arrow rain.
Second Brother stood in the rain like a silent mountain.
Looking at this scene, many people in the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army were in despair.
But many people had already guessed this result. If the Academy did not have a way to deal with the arrow rain and the heavy cavalry, how could they face the mighty Divine Hall Army?
Just when everyone's attention was attracted by the arrow rain, six swordsmen in simple clothes left the quiet carriage in the Coalition Army Camp and walked toward the Verdant Canyon.
The swordsman in the middle could only walk with someone holding his hand, but it was not because he could not walk. His eyes were covered with a strip of cloth, so it was probably because he could not see clearly.
After the arrow rain, the six swordsmen walked past the cavalry camp and stopped not far from the Verdant Canyon. The blind swordsman was pointed in the direction by his companions and bowed to Second Brother with hands folded in front.
Second Brother lifted his mask and revealed an indifferent face. He looked at the blind swordsman and said, "Your eyes were destroyed by the Academy. I let you go back to the Sword Garret because of your brother. You don't have to thank me."
The blind swordsman was Liu Yiqing, the master of the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom, who Ning Que had blinded his eyes after he broke through the Back Cliff. He was also the younger brother of the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai. After being sent back to the Sword Garret, this once proud and arrogant master of Sword Taoism thought about the fiasco at the side door of the Academy. His temperament and temperament had greatly improved after he was sent back to the Sword Garret. Not only did he not stop cultivating, but he successfully entered the Knowing Destiny State last spring!
Liu Yiqing could not see, but he could hear Second Brother's voice to confirm his position. He said calmly, "I thank you not for the past, but for giving us a chance to fight."
His words were very sincere, because it was the truth.
The ability and range of a cultivator to control a flying sword was proportional to his cultivation state. Although the six second-generation disciples of the Sword Garret were powerful, they could not be compared with Second Brother.
Earlier, when they were walking toward the Verdant Canyon, Second Brother could have killed them with his iron sword, and they would not have had a chance to fight back.
"I'm just curious why Mr. Liu Bai let you fight."
Second Brother looked at the quiet carriage in the Coalition Army Camp and said slowly.
Liu Yiqing said, "My brother felt honored that the Headmaster borrowed the sword of the Sword Garret in spring, but he also felt a little regretful. From then on, no one could use the sword of the human world. After thinking hard, he asked the six of us to practice a sword array in memory of our predecessors. This time, I would like to ask Mr. Second to evaluate it. "
Hearing this, Second Brother's eyes lit up and he said, "Okay."
Liu Yiqing said, "Thank you."
Then, Liu Yiqing and the other five disciples unsheathed their swords.
The disciples of the Sword Garret learned from Liu Bai's Great River Swordsmanship and paid particular attention to the space in front of them. Therefore, they were different from any other swordsmanship sects in the world. They were not famous for their flying swords, but for walking with swords.
In the past, Jun Mo admired Liu Bai's swordsmanship the most. Therefore, he was not surprised to see these disciples unsheathing their swords.
Unexpectedly, after Liu Yiqing and the other five disciples unsheathed their swords, they did not move forward.
They pinched the Sword Formula with their hands. In the clear sound, six cold swords broke through the air in front of the Verdant Canyon and turned into countless shadows. In an instant, they condensed into a sword and pierced out!
In spring, the Headmaster reached out to the south and borrowed the sword in the ancient pond of the Sword Garret from thousands of miles away. He killed the divine general of the Haotian Divine Kingdom and cut off the head of the Giant Golden Dragon.
After that, that sword was no longer an ordinary sword, but a real sword of the human world.
Even Liu Bai could not use that sword anymore.
Liu Bai thought hard for countless days and finally confirmed that since there was no Headmaster, no one could use the sword of the human world alone. Therefore, he chose another path.
He gathered six of the most outstanding disciples of the Sword Garret and practiced a sword array.
They gathered the strength of several people to perform one sword.
Liu Bai was very clear that even if all the disciples of the Sword Garret gathered their strength, they would not be able to perform the sword of the Headmaster.
But he did not want much. As long as he could have the shape of the sword and the sword essence, it would be enough.
A thousandth of the sword of the human world was enough to sweep the world.
This was the sword outside the Verdant Canyon.
Looking at the sword that broke through the air, the Second Brother praised, "Good sword."
He stabbed the iron sword in his hand into the field in front of him.
Facing such a powerful sword, he did not seem to be ready to use his sword.
What was he going to do?
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(Bai Haixin is from the South Jin Kingdom, not the Yan Kingdom. I wrote wrongly. My brain is not working well and my illness is a little troublesome. Yesterday I went to the hospital and my friends found out that I was really sick. They did not say sorry to me and sigh. I will recover as soon as possible.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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