On the top of the city wall, a woman was beating the drum.
This was probably the first time Beiliang had made such a sound to this world.
Following the sound of the drum, Hsu Fengnian appeared outside the city. Many figures fell on the ground outside the city like meteors and stood on the same line as the young king.
On the left side of the young king was a middle-aged swordsman who came from Western Shu to Beiliang. He was one of the four grandmasters of martial arts, Đồng Thái.
He put his hands behind his back with two swords hanging from his waist. The wind blew in his face. The Peach Blossom Sword God, who had never been recognized by anyone because of his ordinary appearance, finally showed the aura of a sword master who dominated the world of swordsmanship.
On the right side of the young king was a woman in white. She was the devil Luo Yang, who had the double identity of the Great Idea of the Tomb of Princess Beimang and the Hierarch of Mount Zhulu.
She didn't turn her head to look at Hsu Fengnian. Instead, she looked ahead and said indifferently, "You missed the appointment."
The young king smiled but didn't say anything.
Xu Yanbing landed heavily on the left side of Đồng Thái with his iron spear and said softly, "I never thought that I would have the opportunity to fight side by side with the Peach Blossom Sword God in this life."
Đồng Thái answered concisely, "I'm also very lucky."
A woman in purple floated to the ground. She gently stomped her feet and the knot of her skirt loosened.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng had a relieved smile on his face, like an innocent and naive mortal woman. This was the first time this stunning woman had been so relaxed since that incident on the snowy plains.
After this battle, you and I don't owe each other anything. Then we won't meet again.
Xu Ying in red landed beside Luo Yang in white. She turned her head and smiled, looking at her and Xuanyuan Qingfeng with a face full of joy.
After the white-haired Sui Xie Gu landed, he raised his only arm and twirled his snow-white eyebrows with two fingers. This old man who had eaten countless famous swords in the world still didn't use a sword. He just gently exhaled.
A cup of wine filled the sun and moon, and a breath could destroy the five mountains.
The blind female zither player, Xue Songguan, stood with her zither in her arms. Her head was slightly tilted as she pressed her fingers gently on the strings of the zither.
Knocking one's finger to ask for longevity, knocking one's finger to break longevity.
Wu Liuding, the current Sword Crown of the Wu family's Sword Tomb, looked at the Beimang army in front of him and clicked his tongue. "Compared to the battle formation our Wu family's old ancestor encountered back then, this is much bigger. In the future, I must brag to Wen Busheng. After this experience, I can be considered to have seen great winds and waves."
Sword Attendant Cui Hua, who had been keeping her eyes closed, turned her head and looked at the city wall. She glanced at the woman in white who was beating the drums like thunder. After retracting her gaze, she whispered, "Am I a little ugly and have a bad temper?"
Wu Liuding was stunned. He grinned and said, "Cui Hua! Ever since I ate your pickled cabbage, you are the best match for me, Wu Liuding! Of course! "
Not far away, Wudang's Great Spiritual Master, Yu Xingrui, who was carrying a peach wood sword on his back, laughed. "Kid, you do have some of my junior brother's style."
On the other side, the knife master Mao Shulang, the old Confucian scholar Cheng Baishuang, and the chief guest of Nanjiang's Dragon Palace, Ji Liu 'an, stood side by side.
Mao Shulang closed his eyes and rested his mind. His palm pressed against the hilt of the knife at his waist.
Ji Liu 'an squinted his eyes and looked towards the north. The Beimang army was surging towards them like a flood. He was calm and composed.
Cheng Baishuang, who was only a step away from the realm of Confucian Saint, had one hand behind his back. He raised his other hand and stroked his beard. He looked towards the sky and muttered to himself, "Mister, who said that we scholars have no guts?"
On the far left, the number one person of Nanzhao, Wei Miao, crossed his arms in front of his chest. Beside him was the Dongyue Sword Pool's Master, Chai Qingshan.
Wei Miao asked with a clumsy Central Plains accent, "Master Chai, I heard that the Dongyue Sword Pool's scenery is very good?"
Chai Qingshan nodded and smiled. "It's not as dangerous and remote as your Shiwan Mountains, but it's also unique. If Mister Wei has the chance to visit my Dongyue Sword Pool in the future, I'll definitely take out the three jars of apricot wine to treat you!"
On the far right, Yu Groom and his junior brother Lou Huang each had a knife and a sword at their waists. The sword they had was one of the world's ten famous swords, Fu Ji, while the knife they had was just an ordinary Beiliang knife.
Lou Huang said seriously, "Don't forget about the agreement."
Yu Groom laughed it off.
Outside the Northwest Pass, on the front line.
Eighteen people.
In the Beimang army, Chun Ju Bo, Tuoba Qiyun, and the royal relative Yelu Dongchuang looked at each other. The latter finally said, "Is this okay? Is Beiliang's final struggle? "
Tuoba Qiyun turned her head and looked to the south. She didn't answer the question and said slowly, "The Crown Prince's Broken Spear Deng Mao, your second uncle Zhong Liang, and the Orange Province's Disciplinary Officer Murong Baoding. There are only three grandmasters of martial arts. Even if Spider Web Li Mixi has a backup plan, it still seems to be a little difficult."
Yelu Dongchuang's mouth twitched. "Will your father be absent from such a soul-stirring battle between grandmasters?"
There was some regret in Tuoba Qiyun's eyes. She shook her head and sighed. "My father never said that he would come here in person. Maybe he really will miss it."
Yelu Dongchuang curled his lips and waved his whip. He said lazily, "That would be the biggest regret in life."
At this moment, in the open space between the two horses, a burly figure appeared out of nowhere. His arms reached to his knees, and there was a faint golden light flowing around his body. He was like a golden dragon python floating in the clouds.
The newcomer said expressionlessly, "You two immediately retreat ten miles."
Tuoba Qiyun, the noble Beimang's Disciplinary Officer, turned her horse and rushed to the north without saying a word.
Even the arrogant and unruly Yelu Dongchuang, after hearing this man's words, did not hesitate to retreat with Tuoba Qiyun.
When this figure appeared in the Beimang army, Deng Mao, who was guarding the Crown Prince of Beimang, Devil Zhong Liang, who was on par with General Zhong Shentong, and Disciplinary Officer Murong Baoding, who was at the front line of the army, all three of Beimang's top masters were shocked.
This person stood in the same place, as motionless as a mountain. Although he was on the ground, his aura was as majestic as the Kunlun of the Ancestral Dragon.
On the North Jiebei City, the sound of the drum was the loudest.
A young King in a python robe with big sleeves waving in the wind said heavily, "Kill!"
The other seventeen grandmasters of the Central Plains also said the word "kill" at the same time.
While Beimang's strong infantry in the middle moved forward steadily, a group of five thousand elite cavalry emerged from the left and right flanks. The horses' hooves were like thunder.
Two groups of cavalry who were good at riding and archery cooperated with the infantry in the middle to shoot at the top of the North Jiebei City. They were used to block the crossbows on the top of the city and let the attacking infantry advance to the bottom of the city quickly.
Lou Huang, Yu Groom, Wei Miao, and Chai Qingshan, who were at the outermost left and right of the eighteen grandmasters of the Central Plains, split into two groups and rushed forward calmly, blocking the charging path of the cavalry.
On the path of the Northern Mang army's swift and violent advance, because of the eighteen people who had left the city to fend off the enemy, the ballistae that were originally behind the rain of arrows and catapults were the first to appear on the battlefield. It was as if the swords of the sword immortals of the land were unleashed with all their might, shooting towards the dozen or so masters who were blocking their path.
In the vision of the Sword Crown of the Wu Family, who was the fastest to move forward, two black dots instantly appeared. He laughed loudly and said, "Who can compete with the Sword Tomb of the Wu Family when it comes to the art of controlling the sword?"
While talking and laughing, the young Sword Crown continued to move forward. He stretched out his arms, and his five fingers were like hooks. The two ballistae that were about to pierce his shoulders at the same time were grabbed by him one after the other. The arrows that were as thick as spears had a huge inertia, and they violently rubbed against the dense Qi between the young Sword Crown's five fingers, bursting out bursts of unimaginable sparks. Wu Liuding's body was dragged back more than ten steps by the two arrows that were as long as a person. His feet slid on the ground, and dust flew up. Finally, he grasped the two arrows that were at the end of the arrow's flight. He twisted his fingers, turned his body, and shouted angrily, "I'll give them back to you!" With a speed that was not inferior to before, he threw out the two "swords" in his hands. They pierced through the air, and in one breath, they pierced through six or seven shield-wielding soldiers in two rows. The corpses were skewered like candied haws.
The young Sword Crown did not give up. He stood firmly with one foot in front and one behind. He put his two fingers together and pulled back. "Sword Tomb's Qi Nurturing Seventh Force, Great Wild Goose Returns!"
The two fierce arrows that were used to break through the enemy's formation were instantly pulled back, and they flew back to the young Sword Crown. The sword attendant beside Wu Liuding, Cui Hua, pulled out the ancient sword Su Of Gojoseon and casually swung it forward, splitting a heavy arrow in half. It flew less than a foot away from her shoulders and fell to the ground twenty zhang away.
The female sword attendant who stood shoulder to shoulder with the young Sword Crown frowned and said softly, "If you want to make a move, then make a move. When facing an enemy, making a sound is a taboo in the Sword Tomb. It hurts breathing the most."
The young Sword Crown lightly shouted, "Go!" After throwing the two arrows forward again, he turned his head and smiled brightly at her, "I always feel that if I fight with my head down, I can't show the demeanor of a master."
The sword attendant Cui Hua smiled helplessly and slowly walked forward. She raised her hand and swung her sword again, cutting a huge arrow that was flying toward the city wall from her right into half.
A crossbow arrow was flying toward the Great Snow Plateau. She tipped her toes and gracefully jumped up. When she landed, she stepped right in the middle of the arrow. The end of the arrow suddenly fell down and touched the ground. The arrowhead tilted up and continued to slide to the south until it completely stopped.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood on the arrow like this. He slightly shifted his gaze and saw the scarlet red robe that was purposely blocking the young King's path. It was like a butterfly that was wantonly flying in the air. Wherever it passed, the powerful arrows were instantly shattered and turned into fine powder.
An arrow was not able to accurately hit the Sword Eater Ancestor. It just brushed past his shoulder. However, the bored Sui Xie Gu still took the initiative to stretch out his only arm and blocked the arrow with his palm. The old man's arm did not move at all, but the arrow was broken inch by inch.
Dozens of crossbow arrows that escaped the net passed through the gap between the masters and luckily shot toward the city wall.
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