Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

439 cavalry charge
Thousands of miles away, on a mountain with a height of more than 3000 feet, Xiong Jianlai looked at the huge mountain that had been razed to the ground, and had a horrifying idea.

The Holy Court of Great Qin would not want to flatten all the giant mountains in the Wanshan Dao domain.

For some reason, he firmly believed in this seemingly absurd idea.

"Refreshing, continue!"

After destroying the gigantic mountain, Lu Bu raised his head to the sky and screamed, his eyes shone brightly, and he looked at another giant mountain. A terrifying aura emanated from his body, appearing incomparably stalwart.

"Crack the sky formation, go!"

As if seeing Lu Bu's thoughts, Liu Gongfeng started to act immediately, the formation was empty, and another hole was torn on the 'Wanshan Great Formation'.

"Sweep the world!"

Lu Bu's body soared into the air, condensing a halberd energy, and continued to attack.

"Stop him!"

Xiong Jian's eyelids jumped wildly when he saw it, and he ordered quickly.

Hundreds of thousands of alien troops rushed out of the 'Wanshan Great Formation' and flew towards the White Tiger Army, but were intercepted by the Xuanwu Army on the way, causing countless casualties.

Wang Jian held the sword like a god of war, unable to surpass.

boom!
The Halberd Qi fell and hit the huge mountain, directly splitting the mountain in two. Countless gravel shot into the sky, magma gushed out, and the ground shook.

Like the scene of the end of the world.

People were stunned and swallowed wildly.

"Ha ha."

In the dust, Lv Bu's loud laughter came out, accompanied by a layer of blood-black breath, covering the sky.

As a result, Xiong Jianlai's face became even more gloomy.

Purple Cloud Holy Land!

When Zhao Yun attacked the Wanshan Dao Domain, Yue Fei led a large army, with gold and iron horses, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, and attacked more than [-] Dao Domains in a row. There was a fierce battle between the troops in the Dingchuan Region and the Zixiao Holy Land.

In the Dingchuan area, there is a very vast grassland. Chang Wansheng is galloping forward with 72 peak disciples from the holy land and 130 seven legions.

Little did he know that the crisis was coming!
He didn't even know that the Dingchuan area was Yue Fei's pre-selected battle location!
Since the troops led by Yue Fei, Xiang Yu, and Huo Qubing were cavalry, they were not suitable for siege warfare, so the vast plain became an ideal battlefield.

Therefore, Yue Fei deliberately lowered his marching pace to lure Chang Wansheng into the Dingchuan area.

On the endless wilderness, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, covered with goose feather white snow, the whole world has become a world of snow.

The army of Zixiao Holy Land is marching on the vast land.

Each army is separated by several miles, so that the marching team winds for more than a thousand miles, and only the head can be seen, but the tail cannot be seen.

"Strange, why does this ancestor have an ominous premonition?"

In the middle of the marching team, there was a gorgeous carriage, pulled by three fire lion beasts who had entered the holy realm, with four hooves braving raging fire, and all the ice and snow that passed by were melted.

Chang Wansheng sat by the window, looking at the world of ice and snow outside, his two white eyebrows were tightly knit together.

It may be due to the blessing of the space formation, the space of the carriage is very large, like a hall, with various furniture, green plants, and sandalwood.

Suddenly, the marching team stopped.

Before Chang Wansheng could inquire, a general landed outside the carriage and reported in a panic: "Old Ancestor, the forward troops have been attacked, please help!"

Chang Wansheng stepped out of the carriage, and the cold wind blew from all directions, messing up his gray beard and hair.

"Let the disciples from the first peak to the tenth peak go to support them!"

"The rear army speeds up and joins the central army to prevent the enemy from attacking!"

Chang Wansheng ordered calmly.

As the order was issued, countless banners fluttered, making hunting sounds, moving forward, guiding the army forward.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, full of chilling spirit!

Chang Wansheng looked around and saw a vast expanse of whiteness. The wildly dancing snowflakes disturbed the vision and made it blurry. No one knew whether there was an unknown danger hidden in the depths.

Not long after, a touch of bright red appeared in the sky in the east!
That's the color of blood!
"Report, Patriarch!"

"The fighting power of the Qin army is amazing, please help again!"

A disciple with wounds all over his body and a pale face knelt in front of the carriage, reporting in fear.

"The First Legion to the Tenth Legion, go to support!"

Chang Wansheng hesitated for a moment, but decided to support, and sent ten cavalry regiments, with a total of 100 million soldiers.

The sound of horseshoes!
The ten Holy Land legions pierced through the air like sharp arrows.

In about 10 minutes, the top ten legions came to the frontline battlefield and saw corpses all over the place, as well as a thick bloody mist.

In the blood mist, Yue Fei led the Beiwei army, fighting fiercely against several times the enemy, covered in blood, like a ghost seeking his life.

"kill!"

Yue Fei screamed, and all the weapons in the hands of the Beiwei army burst into bloody light, revealing the extreme sharpness, and beheaded all the enemy troops fighting with them.

Flesh and blood splattered, splashing ink on the world!
The rolling evil spirit weighed on everyone's hearts, and they couldn't breathe!

"Guru~"

Seeing the hellish scene in front of them, the top ten legions who came to support were all speechless. A gust of cold wind blew, and they couldn't help shivering.

Yue Fei led the army and walked out from the Shura field. Everyone's bodies were stained with blood, and they couldn't see their real faces clearly.

The top ten legions couldn't help but retreat, but the sense of mission of the soldiers made them overcome their fear and hold the weapons in their hands tightly to find support.

On the battlefield, the weapon is to rely on!
"Come on!"

The general of the Third Legion roared and charged.

The remaining nine legions all moved upon hearing the wind, riding horses and brandishing weapons.

"kill!"

Yue Fei sneered, accelerated his speed, his eyes burst out with bright murderous intent, and the battle spear stabbed out suddenly with the momentum of a potential dragon ascending to the sky, flying an enemy general with a distance of thousands of feet.

The duel between the cavalry has officially begun!
The red-eyed soldiers of the Beiwei army carry murderous aura to nourish the evil spirit, and their fighting spirit soars to the sky. The more they fight, the more courageous they become, constantly obliterating lives.

After a round of charge, more than [-] soldiers from the top ten legions of the Zixiao Holy Land were killed, while only a dozen soldiers from the Beiwei Army were unfortunately killed.

The huge gap caused the morale of the top ten legions to plummet, and they could no longer bring up the courage to charge.

For cavalry, not daring to charge is equivalent to a tiger without minions!

"kill!"

The Beiwei army didn't have any worries. After turning the horse's head, they launched a new round of charge.

"The descendants do not kill!"

While charging, Yue Fei shouted.

For the Zixiao Holy Land, the Great Qin Sacred Court allowed them to accept captives. Of course, these captives were limited to the lower levels, excluding the upper echelons of the Zixiao Holy Land.

"I surrender!"

Many soldiers of the Zixiao Holy Land Legion dropped their weapons and chose to surrender.

As for the stubborn resisters, they all became the dead souls of the back Wei army!
After the battle was over, Yue Fei looked to the west and muttered to himself: "If you count the time, it's time for them to attack!"

(End of this chapter)