One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

With the sound of killing, the clouds move in all directions.

Boom, boom, boom... The war drums sounded densely, continuously like waves of turbulent waves.

More than [-] northern coalition forces set out from the south bank of the Huai River with tribes as units, and charged southward with roars.

"Everyone maintain a good posture and keep up with the front row!" Shan Li strode forward with his long dagger in hand, and shouted back at the same time.

At this time, the Jishuo tribe formed a formation of a thousand people.

The first batch of congenital and grandmaster powerhouses recruited stood in the front row, responsible for charging forward, and Song Yun was among them.

The second batch of third- and fourth-tier fighters recruited was close to a thousand, forming a square formation and following closely behind.

This is basically the case for the entire Northern Allied Forces. Attacks are launched in units of thousands of people, and the tribes with few people fight together, led by the patriarch to charge forward.

There is no unified armor, no unified weapons, swords, guns, swords and halberds are raised in disorder. The soldiers are dressed in iron armor, leather armor, animal skins and even cloth clothes, but they all move forward bravely in the same way.

Yellow, red, white, and blue flags representing the four emperors fluttered high, indicating the direction of progress.

southward!

One hundred thousand soldiers stepped forward one after another, causing smoke and dust to fly all over the sky.

In the south, the heavenly army is extremely uniform, with 20 people divided into [-] large formations, all of which have the same flags, weapons, armor, and even the expressions and eyes of the heavenly soldiers.

The vast formation is as stable as a mountain, as quiet as an abyss, only the strong wind blows, and the sun and moon battle flags in the heavens flutter.

No drums needed, no callsigns needed.

In front of each large formation, the commanding celestial general waved the command flag, and the celestial soldiers in charge behind them all marched in unison.

Boom - 20 people stepped down at the same time, and the ground trembled violently.

Boom, the second step.

Boom, the third step...

The 20 troops moved forward slowly in a uniform pace, and the formation was not chaotic from beginning to end, and the distance and angle between the flags did not change during the march.

On the other hand, on the side of the Northern Allied Forces, the masters standing in the front run fast, and the ordinary warriors behind run slowly. Each formation of thousands of people is slowly pulled apart during the charge, but it is not as neat as the formation of thousands of people on the opposite side.

Song Yun didn't draw his sword, but borrowed a long dagger in his hand, and ran forward with big strides, trying to keep level with the soldiers in the same row.

The armies on both sides are advancing, and the distance is rapidly shortening.

Five miles, two miles, one mile...

The indifferent facial expressions of the heavenly soldiers and generals are already clearly visible.

"Don't be nervous." Shan Li shouted in a low voice, but his voice was actually trembling.

These tribal fighters often fight small-scale battles, but this kind of scene is the first experience.

Today is the decisive battle between the two camps in the Central Plains once seen in tens of thousands of years!

The last hundred feet away!

The generals waved their flags.

The crossbowmen hiding behind the formation suddenly stood up and fired a volley.

Thousands of arrows shot out, densely packed into the sky like black clouds, and then fell into the formation of the tribal warriors.

"Ding Yu!"

Hundreds of blue lights shot up into the sky.

The Taoist cultivators of Qishan Taoist Palace took action, casting spells, using the blue light as a shield, to intercept most of the attacks.

But some of the arrows in the rain of arrows are from the hands of heavenly generals, and the strong warriors draw their bows and strings, and they are capable of piercing clouds.

The sharp steel arrow pierced through the magic light shield, escaped the interception of the coalition fighters, and shot into the camp behind.

Puff puff puff... an arrow pierced several bodies, picked it up and fell backwards, injuring many people.

After a round of salvo, hundreds of soldiers were killed or injured by the Northern Allied Forces, and there were screams from the crowd.

Among them, a sharp arrow shot towards the Jishuo tribe, it was as fast as lightning, and the sharp arrow arrived in an instant.

Shocked, Shan Li swung his spear to block it, but missed a tiny bit, allowing the arrow to fly past.

"It happened!"

This arrow is definitely from the hands of a strong martial artist, and the masters and innate talents behind him can't stop it at all.When this arrow goes down, a whole column of soldiers will be shot through!

The soldiers standing in the front row watched the arrow approaching, but couldn't stop it at all, and immediately showed despair.

Ding!
Metal and iron collided, making a piercing crisp sound.

Everyone saw a black shadow in front of them, and the special arrows made of fine steel were sent flying.

As soon as Song Yun put away the long spear, he said calmly: "Everyone be careful."

Shan Li was overjoyed, "Brother, what a skill!"

Before, he was wondering whether it was right to recruit a casual cultivator of unknown origin into his team.

Now I'm just lucky, luckily I met Song Yun!

"Open the bow!" The angry patriarchs shouted loudly, signaling their subordinates to fight back.

Every tribe has good archers, and at this moment, they all control their strings and counterattack.

Although the number of archers here is small, they did not form a volley, but the gestures were made vigorously, and the arrows were like shooting stars, falling into the heavenly formation in the blink of an eye.

The heavenly soldiers and generals raised their shields to block.

A few arrows shot out of the shield, but they didn't respond, they calmly watched the sharp arrows shoot through their bodies.

When a famous soldier falls, the one behind will automatically fill up, keeping the formation intact.

After a round of confrontation, thousands of people were killed and injured on Tianting's side, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

The charge continued, and the distance between the two sides was still getting closer.

After three simple rounds of shooting, there is only a distance of more than ten feet left.

Archer retreats.

The brutal close combat began.

"Destroy the heavenly court and smash it!"

One hundred thousand soldiers kept walking, shouting and rushing forward.

boom--

Just like a torrent rolling forward, it slammed into a solid embankment!
The tribal warriors were knocked into the air by their shields and carried away by their spears, but they continued to attack the Heavenly Soldiers with their spears.

The sound of weapons colliding, the sound of sharp knives piercing flesh, the sound of falling, shouting, screaming...

The battlefield boiled instantly.

In the chaos, Song Yun watched all directions with his eyes and listened to all directions, pretending to raise his long dagger to charge, but actually flicked his fingers lightly, shooting out small bursts of energy.

shhhhh--

Vigorous and horizontal, he skillfully avoided the friendly army and shot the calf of the heavenly soldier in the distance.

These heavenly soldiers are not afraid of death at all, even if their stomachs are cut open, they can still fight for a few more rounds.

But at this moment, the ankle was shot off by Song Yun, and the person lost his balance and fell down.

The tribal warriors had rich experience in actual combat, and when they saw this, they rushed up in surprise, and wiped the neck of the fallen sky soldier with a knife.

"Cut, a group of soft-legged shrimp, this can be poured."

Not long after, with Song Yun's secret help, a hole was successfully torn open in the formation of the nearby Heavenly Court.

The tribal warriors rushed in cheering, disrupting the enemy's formation, and started a scuffle with the heavenly soldiers and generals.

Song Yun looked at the corpses all over the ground. The number of dead on both sides was about the same.

This is not a good sign. There are at least 20 people on Tianting's side, and there is probably a reserve team in the rear. The number advantage is extremely obvious.

One for one, the elite of these tribes can't afford it.

Swish, a white light flashed, and a steel knife slashed towards him.

Song Yun didn't even blink, and slightly sided his shoulders to avoid the blade.

With a backhand halberd, he inserted it into the belly of the heavenly soldier, and then flew the man out, knocking down a piece of him.

The profound realm of martial arts allows him to use very little power to create the best killing effect without revealing his identity.

However, there are heavenly soldiers all over the mountains and plains, so killing like this is not enough.

"The individual strength of these heavenly soldiers is weak, and their ability to fight alone is not strong. They must kill the commander first."

Song Yun glanced away, and soon found a celestial general waving a command flag.

Shan Li and another tall and thin patriarch were trying to get close to him, but were blocked by the other Celestial Generals.

"Our casualties are too fast, we have to kill the one who waved the flag!" Shan Li shouted anxiously.

The casualties in the battle were terrific. In just such a short amount of time, the Jishuo tribe lost a grandmaster and several innates, and the battle damage of the fourth and fifth ranks could not be counted.

Many of them were killed by enemy soldiers.

These Heavenly Soldiers completely disregarded their lives, and even sent their own heads on their own initiative, just to seduce the target to strike.

As soon as the soldiers drew their swords, several heavenly soldiers rushed forward and immediately hugged him...

Not afraid of death, cooperative and tacit understanding, even if the individual strength is weak, it can pose a fatal threat.

The commander must be killed first!
"I'm coming!" The tall and thin patriarch swung his saber with all his strength, beheading the enemies in front of him. Under the cover of a single force, he crossed the line of defense with one stride, and killed the general who was waving the command flag.

Just as he was about to raise his sword, a group of heavenly soldiers rushed up from behind.

Even if their bodies were smashed into pieces by the blade, it didn't affect their movements at all.

"Get out!" The tall and thin patriarch yelled, releasing the gangster energy to send the surrounding enemy troops flying.

But if you delay for a while, you will retreat to a safe position that day.

The tall and thin patriarch and Shan Li went deep alone.

The heavenly soldiers immediately locked on to the target and surrounded the two of them.

After several times of single-handed charging, he failed to get out. He was out of breath, his hand holding the knife was soaked in blood, and he was already trembling a little, "It's troublesome, the crowd on the other side is too tight."

"Fuck, didn't you kill a heavenly general a few days ago? Why are you so weak today?"

The tall and thin patriarch couldn't help cursing, "I think you are strong enough to dare to rush like this."

Shan Li smiled wryly, "Oh, the situation the day before yesterday was very strange, I killed people in a daze, maybe it was because I wasted too much that day?"

"You bastard!" The tall and thin patriarch cursed and wanted to fly out, but was blocked by the arrow shot by the sky general.

If you can't rush out, you can only be tightly entangled by the surrounding heavenly soldiers, and the energy in your body will decrease rapidly.

When you have no strength, you will die in battle.

On large-scale battlefields, it is common for Wu Sheng to be besieged and killed.

Knowing that going on like this would be dangerous, Shan Li gritted his teeth, "Fight!"

Picking up a steel knife that fell on the ground, he leaped into the air, overcame the obstacles of a group of heavenly soldiers, and threw the steel knife towards the commander.

This is a full-strength explosion, the power is not small, and the steel knife shoots away like a shooting star.

But a group of heavenly soldiers jumped out in front of the commander, blocking the knife with their own bodies.

"It's still gone." Shan Li fell to the ground in despair, and four or five spears around him stabbed at him, almost piercing him.

At this moment, the tall and thin patriarch screamed happily:

"Dead! The commander-in-chief is dead!"

"You are so ruthless, you beat people to death against the human shield of the heavenly soldiers!"

Shan Li looked bewildered, "I killed him? It didn't seem that powerful just now, did it?"

On the other side, Song Yun quietly put away his left hand, and continued to slash and kill the enemy with his long dagger.

"Finally found a chance, the Heavenly Demon and Heavenly Ghost are right above your head, you have to be cautious when killing the Heavenly General."

"The two patriarchs are good, if you dare to fight, let them help you."