Unwittingly, the blind female zither player who was standing behind all the grandmasters suddenly stood still and placed the zither in front of her. Under the control of the qi of the woman whose Mysterious Finger Attainments could rank in the top three, the zither stopped in midair. The zither player listened to the sound of the wind with her eyes closed. Her thumb gently stroked the strings of the zither, and the speed at which her fingers landed on the zither became faster and faster. Every time the zither string vibrated, there would be an arrow exploding in the air around Xue Songguan for no reason.
After the ballistae shot out, a wave of stifling loud noises sounded from Northern Mang's middle army. A wave of pitch-black heavy rain immediately began to pour down from the great earth.
Standing on top of the arrow, Huishan Ziyi raised his chin slightly. His gaze followed the wave of black clouds that was getting closer and closer to the majestic rain of arrows.
At this moment, Xue Songguan's unique hoarse voice sounded in everyone's ears, including Xuanyuan Qingfeng. "Everyone, don't worry about what's happening above your heads."
Then, an old Confucian scholar, Cheng Baishuang, smiled and said, "Let this Old Man help Miss Xue."
This old Southern Tang scholar, who was appointed to become a Confucian Sage at Wudang Mountain's Little Lotus Peak, closed his eyes and listened to the clear and melodious sound of the zither behind him. He murmured, "Among all the instruments, the zither has the best virtue. Therefore, since ancient times, scholars have never removed the zither for no reason. Who would have thought that I haven't played the zither for twenty years. "
Xue Songguan faced the wave of arrows that covered the sky and covered the earth. She took a deep breath and pressed her hands on the zither strings for the first time. When she strummed the strings with all her might, Cheng Baishuang shouted, "Great music without sound! Great music without music! "
Tens of thousands of Beimang arrows stopped in the air outside the city, responding to the voice of the Southern Tang scholar and the strings of the Western Shu zither player.
Xue Songguan bent her little finger and hooked onto a string. She suddenly broke it.
The wave of arrows that suddenly stopped in the air outside the city all shattered and fell straight down.
The expressionless Xue Songguan's mouth leaked a trace of blood.
Cheng Baishuang, who was extremely sensitive to people, turned his head and looked. The blind zither player, who had her eyes closed, shook her head slightly, indicating to the old Confucian that she was fine.
Even though these Northern Liang and Li Yang martial art masters were standing in front of the great army, Northern Mang's middle army still steadily advanced according to the established plan. This was especially true for the shield-wielding infantrymen at the front. It could be said that almost all of them were unafraid of death, their hearts filled with the resolve to die.
Of the left and of the people.... and. it....
Jian Guan of the Wu Family's Sword Tomb carried a crossbow arrow on his shoulder. His hands were lazily placed on the arrow. Beside him, Jian Cuihua was holding the Su Of Gojoseon.
On the other side, Mao Shulang finally unsheathed his sword. The name of the sword was "Da Zhuo". Ji Liu 'an held his sword in front of him. His finger gently flicked the sword. The sound was clear like the cry of a young phoenix.
Ten steps behind the young Luo Yang were Mount Hui Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Mount Hui Sui Xie Gu, and Wudang Yu Xingrui, the three Martial Masters.
The two cavalry forces that had emerged from the flanks of the Beimang army suffered an absolutely unimaginable interception. It was absurd and tragic.
Yu Groom and Lou Huang.
Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao.
Both of them blocked the five thousand Beimang cavalry.
The battle between the cavalry forces and the Jianghu experts had a similar effect. That is, it was all in one go. Then, what would happen if the battle between the cavalry forces and the Jianghu experts and neither side was willing to retreat?
At that time, there was once the Sword Emperor of Xi Shu who held his sword and fought against the Xu family's cavalry outside the palace gate. In the end, he was still trampled into meat paste.
At that time, there were four people doing the same thing.
Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao did not need to communicate. They chose to fight one at the front and the other at the back. If the former needed to take a breath, he would boldly retreat. The Martial Master behind him would take the opportunity to move forward and fill the position.
One was the current sovereign of the Dongyue Sword Pool, the number one person in the southeast of the Liyang Dynasty. The other was the leader of the Nanzhao Wulin, the number one expert in the southwest.
Chai Qingshan wore a green gown and held a three-foot sword. His aura was like a rainbow. If he held his sword vertically, the Beimang cavalry would be split in half. If he held his sword horizontally, the men and horses would be cut in half.
Wei Miao was unarmed and only had a pair of fists. He was one of the few Martial Masters in the world. His might was even above Lin Ya, the female Martial Master of Martial Emperor City.
When Chai Qingshan was about to run out of breath, his body leaned back slightly. He stepped lightly and slid backward. He did not seem to be in a sorry state at all.
Wei Miao, who had accumulated power and was ready to act, took a step forward, just barely brushing past the sword dao great master who needed to take a breath of fresh air. Wei Miao's fist smashed into the head of a Northern Mang warhorse, smashing that tall and large horse until it immediately knelt down. The horseman threw himself forward, hacking out with his blade while risking his life. Wei Miao raised his arms and swept outwards, the two corpses of the horseman and warhorse respectively flying to the sides, smashing into the Northern Mang cavalry on the left and right. When a horseman from the back smashed towards Wei Miao's head, Wei Miao bent his waist and leaned to the side, smashing his shoulder into the horse's neck with a ferocious stance, sending that horseman tumbling backwards. Then, Wei Miao's hands grabbed onto the warhorse's hooves, raising it high into the air.
When Wei Miao killed more than sixty elite cavalrymen, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and flew backwards.
Immediately after, Chai Qingshan's sword rushed over, displaying the Sword Chi of Dongyue's high mountains and long rivers.
Under Wei Miao's flawless cooperation, the two Sword Masters who had never met before did not allow the Beimang cavalry to advance even half a step!
On the other side, the two proud disciples of Wang Xianzhi, who claimed to be the second in the world for sixty years, Wu Wu City's Yu Groom and Lou Huang, were even more radical than Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao!
If the latter could block the charge of the Beimang's five thousand cavalrymen, then these two were simply arrogant to the point of being unreasonable. Yu Groom and Lou Huang, one on the left and one on the right, did not take out their cold sabers for the time being. They each used Shudao's Fu Ji, two heavy weapons, showing an irresistible force. The more they fought, the braver they became as they continued to charge forward.
The sword in Lou Huang's hand was called Shudao. The path of the sword was unpredictable and untraceable. Every time it slashed horizontally, diagonally, and directly back, it was fierce, fierce, and incomparably domineering. Whether it was the Beimang warhorse or the armored cavalrymen, under one sword, only death awaited them.
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