Using the crossbow formation, not only did they fail to stop the Eastern Purple Qi, but it also caused the Chess and Sword Music School's sword master to be killed by a crossbow arrow in order to protect Grand General Liu Gui.
Once the Jianghu people with superior martial strength stepped onto the battlefield, although they would quickly obtain glory and wealth, they might not be able to hold on tightly to that rootless position in the army. Perhaps before they could even warm up, they would suddenly die.
An ordinary-looking material officer in armor quickly rushed to Liu Gui's side. With an apologetic expression, he cupped his fists and smiled bitterly. "Your subordinate is incompetent and has frightened Grand General."
There was an unshakable iron law in the Beimang army. If the commander-in-chief died in battle, the Generals and Chiliarchs under him would all be sentenced to death. Other than Liu Gui himself, who could not see anything strange, everyone was probably breaking out in cold sweat.
Liu Gui waved his hand and dismissed it with a smile. This middle-aged soldier hiding in the crossbow formation was not simple. He was the youngest junior of Qilin Immortal of the Dao Sect. He was at the Finger Xuan realm and the crossbow formation was under his full control. This was also reasonable. After all, weapons were dead. Even if the crossbow arrow had the power of a flying sword, if it could not even catch the Qi of the enemy expert, even if there were thousands of crossbow arrows, it would be useless. The Qi Cultivator's Qi Observation talent was ultimately lagging behind that of a Finger Xuan realm grandmaster. In fact, in the rain of arrows, the last arrow of the Dao Sect's Immortal was the most threatening. However, the King of Beiliang was also enraged because of this. Not only did he use his hand to catch the arrow, but he also threw an arrow at Liu Gui who was in the middle of the formation. In the end, the Chess and Sword Music School's expert became the scapegoat. Liu Gui was somewhat puzzled. If the King of Beiliang did not want to kill people to establish his authority, what was he planning to do? At this critical juncture where the battle of Liang Mang was imminent, why did he run alone to the barren land west of Liuzhou? Logically speaking, there should be a group of Qiang cavalry there to disrupt the situation. However, although the Qiang cavalry had sharp blades and fast horses, there were only ten thousand of them and they were destined to not be able to affect the overall situation.
Just when Liu Gui was full of doubts, an old Qi-watcher squeezed out of the encirclement of the personal guards and walked quickly to Liu Gui's side. He whispered, "General, another top master suddenly appeared in the west. His momentum is not weaker than that of the King of Beiliang. The two will soon collide. It seems that they are going to stop the King of Beiliang from going west."
The Qiang cavalry broke in and the dragon-elephant cavalry unreasonably split their forces.
Liu Gui suddenly laughed and said, "Interesting. Even my bait wasn't able to get the King of Beiliang to take the bait. How did the little Qiang cavalry manage to succeed?"
Liu Gui immediately stopped laughing. He called the leader of the Black Fox Guards, Lin Fu, and ordered in a deep voice, "Qi Refinement Warriors, split into three groups. The first group will lead the crossbow formation to the west. The other two groups will lead the two wings of Huyan Kechen and Yelu Zongtang's personal guards with five hundred men each. As for you, Lin Fu, bring all the Black Fox Guards. I will give you another two hundred heavy cavalry and ten thousand light cavalry. Ignore the King of Beiliang's movements. Just focus on finding the Long Xiang Army that has left the main army and fight them at all costs! "
Lin Fu was surprised and asked carefully, "General, what if the Qingcang City garrison and the deputy general of the Long Xiang Army, Li Mofan, choose to leave the city now and attack Gudong Beach?"
Liu Gui snorted and asked in return, "Even if they have the guts, do they have the guts?"
Lin Fu shrank his neck and did not dare to say another word.
Danger lurked everywhere on the battlefield. Danger was always present, but opportunities were fleeting. Whether one was a mediocre person who had no achievements or mistakes, or a famous general on the battlefield who could turn the tide, it all depended on the commander's decision.
Liu Gui saw that the Dao De Sect's Taoist priest, who was young but had an extremely high seniority, seemed to be hesitating. He was probably afraid that he would fall into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain. Once he was assassinated by the Beiliang loyalists in Liuzhou, His Majesty would vent his anger on the Dao De Sect. The old man laughed softly and said, "Taoist priest, there is no need to waste your time by this old man's side. You won't be able to achieve anything. If we can defeat the Long Xiang Army this time, I will personally ask His Majesty for a reward."
Even though this Daoist whose attire was no different from the head of the materials official was the esteemed State Preceptor Yuan Qingshan's junior brother, he was still extremely respectful before Liu Gui. When he heard what was said, his favorable impression of this great general increased by a bit. Northern Mang's nobles and martial artists were mostly condescending. The Daoist inwardly decided that regardless of whether Flow Province's battle was a success or failure, when he returned to the sect, he was going to persuade his senior brothers to place a heavy bet on Liu Gui and not stake everything on the Rouran Cavalry's commander Hong Jingyan. Beimang's method of annihilating Buddhism was even more ruthless and tragic than Li Yang's. The power of Taoism was like the sun in the midday sky, especially after his senior apprentice-brother had transformed into a rainbow and ascended. The Dao De Sect's status rose like a boat on a rising tide. It was believed that if he could form a relationship with Liu Gui before he 'made his mark', Beimang would definitely unify the Taoism of the Central Plains when it unified the world in the future. Mount Longhu, which could still be considered the ancestral court of Taoism, would definitely not be able to compete with the Dao De Sect, which was close to Liu Gui, for the position of leader.
Liu Gui stood where he was and looked at the dust that was gradually rising in the distance. Suddenly, he laughed involuntarily, "It can't be that Beimang is finished before our battle has even begun, right? So there's a big battle before a big battle. The Order of Peace, what a good plan. "
The Purple Clouds came from the east and left to the west.
A golden bronze figure with a majestic aura like that of a celestial being strode forward. The dust that was kicked up by his feet was even greater than the gallop of a thousand cavalry.
The Purple Clouds seemed unwilling to be tangled up with this person. Even when they passed by the crossbow formation and Liu Gui's army, the Purple Clouds did not change their path. The Purple Clouds shifted their direction slightly, but the golden giant took a step to the side and stomped out a large pit, continuing to block their path.
The Purple Clouds still didn't want to collide with it. Their speed didn't decrease, but their path forward quickly shifted to the side again.
The Great Grandmaster of the Chess and Sword Music School's bronze figure was unforgiving. Once again, he chose to confront the Purple Clouds head-on.
The road faced the sky, but the bronze figure's grandmaster was unwilling to separate from the Purple Clouds.
Nothing could be done more than three times.
In the blink of an eye, the Purple Clouds, who no longer deliberately held back, were already within reach of the bronze figure's grandmaster.
This was the first time the bronze figure's grandmaster had seen this heaven-shaking young man up close.
His entire body flowed with a purple-gold aura, and the date mark between his eyebrows was like an inverted third eye.
That pair of ice-cold eyes was somewhat similar to the sect's junior Hong Jingyan, who had been born with eyes but failed to see since childhood.
Was this the King of Beimang, Hsu Fengnian?
The bronze figure's grandmaster opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. However, at the same time, his abdomen swelled like a large bell. A palm pushed out horizontally. It seemed to be played down, but its power could split rivers and split mountains.
Hsu Fengnian suddenly accelerated and brushed past him. The yellow sand behind him caved in, forming a thirty-meter-long five-fingered palm print.
The bronze figure retreated like rolling thunder. His speed was unexpectedly not inferior to Hsu Fengnian's. One person swept forward, the other swept backward, and they continued to walk side by side.
The bronze figure's grandmaster extended a hand in an attempt to hook Hsu Fengnian's neck.
Hsu Fengnian raised his elbow to block the golden giant's hook. The two separated upon contact, pulling apart a distance of three meters. They still maintained their original advancing posture.
The bronze figure's left foot landed on the ground and took root. His right foot spun, and his figure stopped first. In the instant he turned around, Hsu Fengnian's figure was already half a mile away.
After the tall and sturdy Northern Mang martial arts master who resembled the legendary Kunlun Immortal stopped, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth wide, swallowing the vital energy of heaven and earth like a whale. With his majestic body as the center, circles of invisible ripples spread out.
The ground shook and cracked, tearing out a pattern like a spider web. The golden giant leaped up, rapidly closing the distance between the two. In the air, he raised his arm high and heavily smashed down towards the back of Hsu Fengnian's head.
But Hsu Fengnian suddenly stopped. The bronze figure's fist smashed into the air six feet above the ground, maintaining the posture of a lion hunting a rabbit in front of Hsu Fengnian.
Hsu Fengnian's toes tapped, slanted upwards, and lightly tapped the bronze figure's shoulder, trying to continue forward.
The bronze figure's grandmaster who straightened his back shouted, "How dare you!"
A palm slammed down from the air.
A whirlpool of wind and clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.
At the same time, the bronze figure's grandmaster raised his other hand.
A tornado rushed up from the ground.
The image above was taken from the sky, and the method below was taken from the earth.
The two collided, attacking Hsu Fengnian between heaven and earth.
Hsu Fengnian's figure lightly spun, barely avoiding this earth-shattering collision.
But his advance was finally blocked by the bronze figure's grandmaster. The latter took a step forward, using the magical power of shrinking heaven and earth into a square inch. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Hsu Fengnian's ankle in the air, drawing a semicircle in the air, and fiercely smashed it out.
Hsu Fengnian opened the five fingers of his left hand, lightly brushing, and forcibly stopping his body. This was the first time he stood still, facing the bronze figure's grandmaster who had always been suppressed by Hong Jingyan in the Chess and Sword Music School.
The bronze figure's grandmaster sneered, "Want to leave?"
Hsu Fengnian's face was expressionless, not answering. His line of sight directly jumped over the golden giant, looking further west.
The bronze figure's grandmaster glanced at the young King of Beiliang's saber at his waist, saying flatly, "It's very difficult if you don't use your saber."
This was not a wild boast from the bronze figure's mouth.
Others did not know this person's ability, but Hsu Fengnian knew a little. The Tide-listening Pavilion had a top-secret file, in which there was early contact with the six-pearl Bodhisattva of Mount Lantuo. But the hidden strength of the bronze figure's grandmaster was clearly not something that the female Bodhisattva could compare to.
Not to mention anything else in the file, just two phrases were enough to make people afraid.
"Banished Immortal."
"Heavenly King Dharmakaya."
Hsu Fengnian indeed did not have the confidence to leave this person behind and continue forward.
But this did not mean that if Hsu Fengnian fought without restraint, he would not have a chance to kill him.
Hsu Fengnian took a deep breath, his left thumb gently pressing the hilt of his saber, saying in a low voice, "As you wish."
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