Today was probably the most depressing day for the residents of Xiangyang City who were participating in the Xiangyang Sacrifice.
Dark clouds suddenly gathered in the originally sunny weather. The most ridiculous thing was that the sky above Xiangyang City, which was less than a hundred meters away from them, was still clear.
It seemed that the dark clouds were heading towards the reeds.
However, in just a moment, the large dark clouds actually dispersed again. This was really strange. Could it be that the immortals in the heavens were deliberately teasing the world?
They were depressed and confused, while Xia Shanshan, who was behind a huge rock in the distance, stood there like a statue.
She thought that Chen Beixuan was just a playboy like Zhao Feng, who was better at martial arts than Zhao Feng.
However, it was too heartless to let his subordinates block the demon-like red general.
However, the sword strike just now had repelled the legendary Zhou Kunlun.
It also scattered the dark clouds gathered by the green-robed swordsman.
Was this the means of an immortal?
Qin Ziyan's lips curled up.
Only Xia Shanshan could see that her clothes were drenched in cold sweat.
On the city wall, Zhao Wei suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with fear.
That sword seemed to have struck his heart heavily, making his body feel as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.
Zhou Kunlun…lost?
He turned around and looked at Xiangyang City, his eyes filled with deep hatred.
"King Qingyang, is this all you have?”
At this moment, he was at his wit's end. The two red generals were stuck in the reeds and couldn't take a step forward.
Perhaps now he understood that the strength of the Northern Territory's cavalry was not their bodies, but their spirit.
As long as their spirit was still there, they would not even frown even if they had to climb a mountain of blades or go through a sea of fire.
Chen Beixuan panted heavily, but he could not hide the smile on his face.
"The 13th in the world is just so-so. He's just a coward who's afraid of death.
If you dare to risk your life with this prince, then I will think highly of you.”
He mercilessly taunted his opponent, but his opponent could not say a word.
Zhou Kunlun's face was pale as he hugged his left shoulder tightly. His left arm had been cut off by a sword and was bleeding profusely.
The wound on his chest was also terrifyingly deep, almost splitting him in half.
It was that thought that caused the army to be defeated.
Even if he regretted it, it was too late.
His personality was like this, cowardly and afraid of death.
He staggered back, trying to stop the bleeding with his Qi so that he wouldn't die.
However, Chen Beixuan was walking towards him step by step, preventing him from gathering his Genuine Qi.
He was probably really afraid of this prince who did not care about his life.
In the reeds, 800 black-armored cavalrymen were blocking the two red generals.
The armor on Lian Yang's chest was shattered, and his chest was already a bloody mess.
However, he still held the saber in his hand tightly and stood upright.
The Northern Territory had always been like this. As long as they were alive, they would never retreat.
In front of him, there were already dozens of black-armored cavalry corpses. They had died tragically, and even their horses had died.
There were no less than a hundred heavily injured people around, but they all picked up their bows and used the last of their strength.
There were two hundred people who were lightly injured, but they did not take a step back.
The will to fight to the death had already fused into their blood.
After Lian Yang's team was killed by the rune-armored Red General, he changed his tactics.
All the black-armored cavalry gathered and formed an arrow formation, charging at the two red generals.
There was only one person at the arrowhead, and two behind it. This was a decisive charging formation.
After every round of charge, a few corpses were left behind.
However, the black-armored cavalry on the warhorses still had a determined expression. If the arrowhead died, it would be replaced.
Che Ru and Chai Li were also extremely exhausted, their bodies covered in blood and their injuries weren't any lighter than Lian Yang.
As if influenced by the black-armored cavalry who refused to retreat, they also relied on their breath to hold on.
"Charge!"
Lian Yang shouted emotionlessly.
The black-armored cavalry formed an arrow formation, with the arrowhead leading the charge.
This was completely using the lives of the soldiers to consume the two red generals.
The sound of hooves suddenly rang out as the cavalry charged forward like a flood. With an indomitable aura, they swung their sabers again and again!
After another round of charge, several cavalrymen were pierced through the chest by the red general and fell off their horses.
The empty warhorses ran into the reeds.
Even the red armor of the rune-armored Red General was left with scars.
After fighting for so long, the black-armored cavalry had not gained nothing.
The arrowhead that was charging at the front was pierced through and hung on the arm of the red general. It did not even die, and blood kept pouring out of its mouth.
However, he still held the battle saber in his hand tightly and waved his hand to look at the head of the red general before he died!
Lian Yang's eyes turned red. Dragging his heavily injured body, he jumped onto the warhorse that had lost its master and came to the front of the arrow formation.
This time, he wanted to make the arrowhead.
"Black armored cavalry, charge!"
He roared angrily, looking at death calmly.
However, at this moment, a surging aura descended with a bang.
Old Wang landed in front of Lian Yang.
"Enough, enough have died.”His heart ached.
These soldiers had followed them all the way to Xiangyang City. Although they had also died on the battlefield, they had not died in the northern border.
He slowly took down the sword box behind him and picked out two longswords of the same style.
These two swords were the work of the same swordsmith. They belonged to a swordsman couple, one male and one female.
At this moment, Lao Wang flicked the two longswords lightly, and they were sent flying into the air.
"These two swords, the male sword is called 'Stop Kill', and the female sword is called' Fushang'. They belong to two famous husband and wife swordsmen who have never killed a single person.
But sometimes, killing to stop killing was the most effective.”
He didn't say this, but the young master said it when he was traveling for three years.
He didn't know much. When he was young, he went around looking for people to challenge. In the end, he only left nine swords and one sword in Martial Saint City.
Even when he was old, he didn't have any philosophy of life. He only remembered what the young master said.
Lao Wang said calmly. The two longswords above his head floated in the air and were guided by his aura. In the next moment, there was a flash of white light, and the two longswords disappeared.
The two Red Generals lowered their heads, only to see a thumb-sized wound on their chests.
The two swords pierced through his chest, but the sword Qi remained in the red general's body.
Boom!
Two explosions sounded at the same time. The mysterious and powerful heavenly armor was directly shattered by these two swords!
A figure was standing in the middle of the reeds.
He had been standing here since the beginning of the Xiangyang Sacrifice. He was also a swordsman, and he was doing this deliberately.
Compared to Ye Bai Liang's sword, he had planned for several times longer.
As for assassinations, only one strike was needed!
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