"You've come at the perfect time! Let us decide the victor this time! "
Dusong Mangpoje's cold and firm voice quickly resounded over the battlefield.
Gao Xianzhi said nothing, only used his actions to answer.
"Boom!"
Bolts of energy shot out as Gao Xianzhi cleaved through the air, the vast Sword Qi pushing Dusong Mangpoje's black Buddha ten-some zhang back. But with a howl and a boom, Dusong Mangpoje once more lunged forward. For a moment, the battlefield was filled with booms and shockwaves.
Wang Chong against Duwusili, Cheng Qianli against Huoshu Huizang, Gao Xianzhi against Dusong Mangpoje … the battlefield of Talas was instantly embroiled in a chaotic battle between six Great Generals, rarely seen on the continent. The battlefield was flooded with destructive torrents of energy.
But it was still far from over!
Roooar!
In the distance, a third golden-armored god appeared on the first defense line with a heaven-shaking roar. Its massive body caused the countless Arabs behind the first defense line to retreat in fright. Countless warhorses whinnied, their eyes wide in fear, some of them even throwing off their riders.
But Wang Yan, in his Mighty Miracle God form, did not take action. He only stared at the distant Abu Muslim, intimidating the Arab soldiers.
In this battle, there were only four people on the Tang Dynasty's side who could raise their strength to the Great General level, and Wang Yan was one of them. A battle between Great Generals was no trifling matter. Intimidation was far more important than actual combat. This was why Wang Yan did not take action.
The battle on the battlefield was getting more and more intense.
While Wang Chong and Duwusili were battling, Li Siye and the others were also battling with the Mutri Great Cavalry. All the Ouzan and Turkic cavalry had circled around the area where the six Great Generals were fighting and were charging at the line that Sun Zhiming and Zhuang Zhengping had formed.
Meanwhile, Xue Qianjun and Xu Keyi were leading an army of nearly one hundred thousand soldiers in tightening the encirclement and reaping the lives of the Ouzan and Western Turks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thick ballista bolts rumbled through the air, and countless Ouzan and Turkic soldiers howled as they fell in droves in front of Xu Keyi's ballista army. In a few short moments, twenty to thirty thousand Ouzan and Turkic soldiers had fallen on the battlefield, their blood flowing like rivers.
"Brat! I don't believe that I can't kill you today! "
In the sky, Duwusili's furious voice thundered over the battlefield. His massive black steed whinnied through the air like a bolt of lightning, attacking Wang Chong's Godking Yama from every angle. Countless thunderclouds formed of Stellar Energy shrouded the sky and accompanied the divine steed. Duwu Sili sat astride his black steed amidst the thunderclouds, the black halberd in his hand thrusting and thrusting. It seemed as light as a feather, but each strike carried with it a mountain-shattering force.
As a top-class Great General, Duwusili's every move was extremely refined, without the slightest excess, and each strike was lethal. But no matter how fast Duwusili was, how crafty the angles of his attacks were, or how powerful his attacks were, they were all blocked by Wang Chong's four Godking Yama arms.
Duwusili had never encountered such a thing in his life. Wang Chong clearly only had the strength of a Great General, the most elementary level, and was still quite a distance away from him. Duwusili had even defeated Beiting Protector-General An Sishun, let alone an elementary Great General like him.
But even though Duwusili had used all of his techniques, he was still unable to defeat this up-and-coming youngster.
Wang Chong's strength was not very high, but each of his attacks was perfectly timed, striking at Duwusili's weakest points. There were times when Wang Chong would seal off a single attack before he could even use it. Duwusili was known as the Celestial Wolf Great General, one of the top three Great Generals of the Western Turkic Khaganate, a powerful existence that even Ishbara Khagan relied on. But in this small battle, he felt like he was being suppressed and unable to use his full strength.
Boomboomboom!
Destructive energy exploded in the air. Duwusili was like a human-shaped Behemoth, his fighting techniques so superb that they could make an ordinary Great General collapse. But time and time again, Wang Chong was able to easily neutralize them.
"Duwusili, it's not that I'm looking down on you, but you don't have the ability!"
Wang Chong's soft laughter rang out in Duwusili's ears. In his battle with Duwusili, Wang Chong had always been at ease.
"Brat, you're truly seeking death by provoking me!!"
Duwusili was even more furious at Wang Chong's words. Whether it was age, seniority, or experience, Duwusili was not someone that a rising star of the Tang Dynasty like Wang Chong could compare to. Duwusili had made a name for himself very early on, and his strength was publicly acknowledged to be formidable. He had long since been able to suppress many Great Generals. Whether it was the Tang Dynasty's Tiger of the Empire Zhangchou Jianqiong, the Big Dipper Great General Geshu Han, or Beiting Protector-General An Sishun, they were all a little lacking. In the entire Tang Dynasty, the only people who could suppress him were Andong Protector-General Zhang Shougui and the Crown Prince's Junior Guardian, the former Tang Dynasty War God Wang Zhongsi.
If Wang Chong had not defeated Dalun Ruozan in the southwest, defeated Dusong Mangpoje at the triangular gap, and killed the Western Turks' Black Wolf Yabgu Agudu Lan, Duwusili's seniority and seniority would have never placed Wang Chong in his eyes. To Duwusili, Wang Chong was a true 'nameless pawn'.
"Haha, then go ahead and show me your true strength!"
Wang Chong's loud voice resounded over the battlefield. Rumble! Wang Chong's Godking Yama swung one of its massive black arms to block Duwusili's heaven-shattering halberd. At the same time, the Godking Yama's other arm swung the vajra pestle horizontally, stirring up a flood of energy that smashed into Duwusili's Turkic steed.
The Godking Yama's four arms, which could be used for both offense and defense, were on full display at this moment. Of the ten Gods, the Godking Yama was the most suitable to deal with Duwusili.
"Buzz!"
Although Duwusili was furious, he was forced to retreat by Wang Chong, his horse and man sliding more than twenty zhang through the air.
Even Wang Chong couldn't help but inwardly praise the Western Turks' Celestial Wolf's Divine Procession truly was profound and profound. This ability to allow a man and horse to hover in the air was almost divine. Even Wang Chong felt a little envious, let alone the others. Alas, when the calamity had come, many martial arts had been gathered together, but the Celestial Wolf's Divine Procession Art was not one of them.
The Celestial Wolf's Divine Procession Art did not actually allow one to fly through the air. It only allowed one to soar higher and stay in the air for a longer period of time. It was more suited for battle, and part of the ability to soar through the air relied on borrowing the opponent's strength. But even so, the Celestial Wolf's Divine Procession Art was still marvelous and extremely powerful.
The unpredictable changes of the Celestial Wolf's Divine Procession Art, coupled with Duwusili's valiant strength and supreme fighting skills, were enough to make any Great General feel a deep apprehension. If Wang Chong had not gone to block the Celestial Wolf Great General Duwusili, anyone else would have already been heavily injured or killed by Duwusili.
"The new waves of the Yangtze River push on the old. To think that I thought that the Imperial Court didn't have enough strength to send him, but now it seems that it was a good thing that they sent him. Anyone else would have found it very difficult to stop Duwusili, even if their military prowess was on par with his!"
Although Gao Xianzhi was fiercely battling with Dusong Mangpoje, his eyes had been focused on Wang Chong the entire time. Wang Chong's military prowess was like the noon sun, but very few people knew of his martial prowess. Gao Xianzhi had originally believed that Wang Chong was no match for Duwusili and that fighting him would be fraught with danger, but now, he had completely calmed down.
His military prowess was formidable, and so was his martial prowess!
"Gao Xianzhi, if you have time to worry about that new Qixi Protector-General, you should worry about yourself! In this battle, the Tang Dynasty's defeat is assured! From now on, from Longxi to the Cong Mountains, everything will belong to our Ouzan! "
Just as these thoughts flashed through Gao Xianzhi's mind, a slightly angry voice came from up ahead. As the voice spoke, Dusong Mangpoje's black Buddha form swung a massive palm at Gao Xianzhi's head with the momentum of a thunderbolt.
Even though this was not his first time clashing with Gao Xianzhi, Gao Xianzhi was still paying attention to Wang Chong. This infuriated Dusong Mangpoje, who was also an Imperial Great General, to no end.
"Haha, a fool's ravings! After this battle, I'd like to know if the Ouzan still has the strength to fight in the north! Of the four Royal Lineages of the Ouzan Empire, only two will remain! "
Gao Xianzhi faintly smiled.
"You!!"
Dusong Mangpoje was infuriated. The black Buddha palm suddenly sped up and slashed at Gao Xianzhi.
"Buzz!"
In the face of Dusong Mangpoje's astonishing attack, Gao Xianzhi's face was as calm as an ancient well. He slightly raised his sword, and the air rumbled as a majestic bolt of Sword Qi slashed through the air, as heavy as a mountain. Boom! The air exploded, sending shockwaves of energy in all directions, throwing the corpses on the ground into the air.
But in the center of the storm, Gao Xianzhi stood unmoving while Dusong Mangpoje's black Buddha took two steps back.
Dusong Mangpoje's pupils constricted at this sight. Without another word, he lunged forward once more. At the same time, Huoshu Huizang also lunged forward. Huoshu Huizang's Vairocana Buddha glowed with a blinding light, its moves bold and unyielding, each palm leaving a massive hole in the ground.
Huoshu Huizang was quite experienced in dealing with the supreme techniques of the God Formation. In battle, each move was calm and unhurried, but each step was pressing. But the Supreme Desolation God of the Anxi Protectorate army's Garrison Formation was a completely different experience.
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