Chapter 2503
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The army rushed toward the Revered Dragon Army with unstoppable momentum. The war drums thundered, and their shouts shook the heavens.
Whoosh!
The army of less than a million soldiers split into three groups. They rushed to the left, front, and right respectively. Three sharp swords tore through the dark clouds.
Boom boom boom!
The heavily-armored soldiers blocked the front.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh — —
The Revered Dragon Army fired thousands of arrows at the same time. The heavily-armored soldiers formed a defensive arc, and the soldiers in front of them sank half a meter. They bled from their orifices, but they did not budge an inch.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
After each volley of arrows, the Revered Dragon Army would have about five breaths of time.
Whoosh — —
Yan Ao's eyes flashed. He waved his flag and ordered the army to continue moving forward. Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Clang clang clang …
The Revered Dragon Army stirred the air and broke the remaining arrows. They used the remaining five breaths of time to charge forward.
Hum — — —
Whoosh!
Just as the two armies were about to collide, the sound of a sword whistling through the air followed by the sound of a zither. The sound of the zither stirred the blood of every soldier in the Revered Dragon Army.
The older generation of the Revered Dragon Army was the leader of the soul army. However, the strongest soul leaders were Ye Qinghan, Lin Wutian, and Emperor Ye!
At this moment, Lin Wutian and Emperor Ye were charging toward them. At this critical moment, the Revered Dragon Army was boiling.
"Kill!"
The Revered Dragon Army went crazy. It was as if they were facing rotten wood instead of the terrifying Revered Dragon Army!
"Nine Swords Style — — —"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Lin Wutian pierced through the rain of arrows and landed among the Blood Dragon Guards.
The sword in his hand was no longer the Blazing Sword. It was the Beiling King's sword, the Beiling Sword. Although it was far inferior to the Ancient Abyss Sword, which was one of the top ten ancient swords, Lin Wutian was very good at using it. He tore through the Blood Dragon Guards' defense and prevented them from using their ultimate move. At least, the Revered Dragon Army's losses were reduced by ten thousand.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Lin Wutian shuttled through the Blood Dragon Guards like a madman. The Northern Mountain Sword pierced through their Blood Dragon Armor and bathed them in blood. At this moment, he didn't even bother to defend himself. He just wanted to buy time for the army and reduce their losses!
Although the Nine Swords Stance was a supplementary sword technique to the Ancient Path Sword Technique, it was extremely powerful. In the blink of an eye, it had killed hundreds of Blood Dragon Guards. In the middle of the army, long-range large-scale attacks were useless. Lin Wutian was like a fish in water.
"One man, one sword, the ancient path is my heaven. The path of the sword burns my blood. Half a step kills a man!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Ancient Path Sword Art!
Lin Wutian had cultivated the Ancient Path Sword Technique during the nearly 100 years since Ye Qinghan had entered the Crying Ghost Ridge. His Profound Meaning of the Sword was abstruse and extremely sharp. His Sword Qi soared through the clouds. He could kill more than one person in half a step. One sword strike could produce hundreds of sword shadows, and each sword shadow could kill a Blood Dragon Guard.
The Blood Dragon Guards in front of the Revered Dragon Army were in a mess. The banner could no longer move them. The square formation had been broken apart by a single person.
"Kill —"
When the army arrived, the heavily-armored Crazed Army separated, giving way to Jiang Jingtian and the rest of the army in the rear.
Yan Yunbei turned into a wisp of smoke and killed his way into the enemy. The older generation of the Crazed Sect did not hide at the rear. Only Yan Ao was commanding from the rear.
The older generation was the backbone of the army. As long as they were alive, the Crazed Sect would be immortal!
In an instant, blood flowed like a river. The casualties were heavy. Any Mystic Immortal expert who attacked the Crazed Sect's army was killed by Lin Wutian.
Jiang Jingtian's spear pierced through the defense of the Blood Dragon Guards and through several corpses. The spear pierced through flesh and blood and came out from behind. His figure flashed and grabbed the spear.
How magnificent was the attack of a million soldiers!
The army's square formation changed rapidly. At this time, the strength of a single soldier was not of much use. Unless someone like Lin Wutian had a powerful Immortal Weapon and a terrifying Immemorial Sword Art, no one would be able to resist the army. Even someone like Lin Wutian would be killed by the army within an hour if he did not have the support of the Crazed Sect's army.
Momentum!
The Crazed Sect had the upper hand. When enemies meet on a narrow path, the courageous will win. The Crazed Sect had both courage and strategy!
Many of the Revered Dragon Army rushed into the gap between the three lines of the Crazed Sect's army. They were prepared to tear apart the formation of the Crazed Sect's army like a sharp knife. However, the two lines of the army quickly surrounded the Revered Dragon Army and killed them all like dumplings!
Whoosh!
Yan Ao waved the flag left and right. The two lines of the army separated again and continued to attack.
…
At this time, Ye Qinghan killed his way into the enemy's army from the rear. He was fighting a million alone. The burial cloth was dyed red. He was even more ferocious than a demon. As long as he attacked, no one was left alive. Their corpses were badly mutilated.
This was a tragic battle. It was far inferior to the Immemorial War. However, Ye Qinghan's aura was like that of a Flame Emperor. With his strength alone, he killed the army until their courage was shattered.
There were no mid-level Mystic Immortal experts in the army. This was because the Revered Dragon Marquis did not dare to act shamelessly in front of everyone. Even if he did, Luo Wuhen would definitely kill those experts.
Awooo — — —
The Black Wolf King brought Alluring Wolf Girl and charged into the army. The Ancient Abyss Sword exploded with its aura. One of the Ten Great Immemorial Swords was definitely worthy of its reputation!
Soon, a huge vacuum appeared in the army. No one dared to approach Ye Qinghan anymore.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Ye Qinghan dragged Frenzied Blade and bared his teeth. Wearing the burial cloth, he was like an Asura demon that walked out of the Nirvana Land. He only knew how to kill.
Woo woo woo woo …
At this time, Alluring Wolf Girl blew her flute. The sound of the flute was bitter and seeped into one's bones.
Awooo — — —
The Black Wolf King howled. It turned into an ambush and resounded through the clouds.
The commander of the three armies, Ling Jun, had a solemn expression. He waved the war flag. The army's drums shook the heavens. The drums suppressed the flute's sound. Wave after wave, they suppressed each other.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The Revered Dragon Army changed their formation and forced the cannon fodders to surround Ye Qinghan and exhaust Ye Qinghan's strength.
At this time, Ye Qinghan had gathered ninety percent of his strength and stabbed the Seven Feet Heavy Sword in front of him.
"Solar Annihilation Theurgy!"
Whoosh — — —
In a split second, light radiated in all directions. His body turned into a scorching sun. It was a shocking scene.
The army was at a disadvantage against such a monster. Ye Qinghan was not an ordinary Super King. His theurgy had become a life-saving profundity!
"Look! The sky and the earth are all filthy. Dark clouds cover the sky and taint the earth with blood. Today, I will dispel the clouds and see the sun! Even if the sky is tainted with blood, I will kill gods and immortals! I will fill this Demon Sealing Cave with blood! No one can stop the Kuang Zong's footsteps! "
Ye Qinghan roared. His killing intent soared to the sky. His domineering aura swept through the mountains and rivers. The aura of an overlord crushed ten thousand daos.
"Kill — — —"
The Kuang Zong's army responded. There were more than nine hundred thousand of them. They did not suffer heavy losses, but for every death, the Kuang Zong's Rage points increased by one!
The lives of the Revered Dragon Army might be worthless to Marquis Zun Long, but the lives of the Kuang Zong's people, even those from other sects, were priceless!
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