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

Chapter 402
The Samsara God Venerable closed the door of Samsara at this time, his face turned slightly pale.He resurrected six immortals and gods and tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals in one breath. The consumption was extremely terrifying, and his state was weakened by more than half, and he couldn't recover for a while.

After paying such a high price, in a blink of an eye, he found that Emperor Xuan on the other side also had the method of resurrection, and he summoned four human emperors without any effort.

Seeing Song Yun's calm demeanor again, he suddenly came to his senses——

been pitted.

Song Yun sat and watched the reincarnation God Venerable complete his resurrection, not because he couldn't stop it, but because he was deliberately consuming his power.

When the gods walk out of the gate of reincarnation, before they have time to play their role, they will face the merciless slaughter of the White Emperor and the Red Emperor!

Immortal Venerable Kongming and Venerable Samsara looked at each other, both a little out of breath.

Sure enough, Song Yun smiled and nodded at Yin Han and Qinghuang, "I'll leave the last four to you two."

Baidi drew out the Autumn Killing Sword and said coldly:
"My sword has been asleep for [-] years, and its sharpness is not blunted. Today, I will awaken the sword with the blood of the gods!"

The sword qi was chilling, and the cold autumn frost was born. In an instant, the sky and the earth were filled with white mist, and the cold wind blew everywhere.

The faces of the four immortal gods in the back changed drastically. Their realm was only equivalent to the early stage of human immortality. How could they withstand such a sharp killing sword energy?
"Hurry up and think of a way, or the four of us will all die!"

Immortal Venerable Kong Ming frowned greatly. Right now, only by sacrificing a large number of lives can the combat power of the four immortal gods be forcibly enhanced.

But the Allied Forces of the Four Nations on the battlefield have surrendered and have fallen into the control of the Tang army, and are retreating into Yangcheng in an orderly manner under the protection of Song Yun.

It is too late to absorb the lives of the people of all countries, and the other side will definitely intervene.

Immortal Venerable Kong Ming gritted his teeth, and looked back at the heavenly soldiers and generals who were gearing up.

"Everyone, it's time to dedicate yourself to Heaven!"

The Heavenly Soldiers basically had their consciousness controlled, their faces were still cold, and they didn't realize the meaning of this sentence.

The faces of the heavenly generals changed drastically. After holding back for tens of thousands of years, they finally had a chance to kill, but they were about to die before they even started?

"Immortal Venerable..."

Before they had time to beg for mercy, a faint black smoke spread rapidly.

Under the black smoke, the heavenly soldiers and generals screamed a few times, their bodies dried up quickly, turning into burnt yellow ashes and drifting away in the wind.

Only [-] elite soldiers survived, and the rest turned into majestic forces and quickly poured into the body of the fairy god.

The aura of the four gods rose steadily, quickly approaching the level of the White Emperor and the Red Emperor.

Song Yun glanced at it and asked, "Can you handle it?"

Qinghuang felt that she was underestimated, curled her lips, swung the phoenix flame swords and charged directly, "Emperor Xuan, we are not much weaker than you!"

The phoenix crowed for nine days, flames burned the earth, and the orange-red knife gang flew in the boundless sword energy, like a phoenix flying through the white mist, spewing out blazing killing fire.

Amidst the rumbling sound of the sonic boom, the six most powerful men soared into the air, fighting in different places, leaving the main battlefield to the three peak existences.

Although it was two against one, the Samsara God Venerable was at his weakest and needed the protection of the Kong Ming Immortal Venerable, so the strength of the two sides was almost the same.

Song Yun smiled and pulled out the long sword at his waist, "Come on, I'll send you two on the road."

Facing the decisive battle of life and death, not only was he not nervous, but he seemed relaxed and relieved, like an old farmer who has been cultivating for 10 years, waiting for the harvest calmly and joyfully.

Immortal Venerable Samsara took a look at the ancient bronze long sword, his eyelids twitched slightly, and felt the extremely dangerous cold aura.

"It's actually a weapon that surpasses the best of the heavens, the Supreme Immortal Weapon!"

He didn't dare to act rashly for a while, and pointed to the [-] heavenly soldiers and generals who were rushing towards the Tang army, "Emperor Xuan, these are the elite of my heavenly court, at least they all have the realm of martial masters, and they are not something your ordinary army can compete with! You are so cruel!" Can you make up your mind and let those mortals die?"

Deliberate luck when speaking, the voice is let go, spread across the battlefield.

At this time, a branch of Tang army was coming from the north to support and gathered in front of Yangcheng. In addition to the army on the battlefield here, there were already more than 15 troops. Quite vast.

But their strength is average, and most of them are only in the first and second ranks, which is the same level as the enemies they have dealt with in the past.

Now that they suddenly faced the mighty heavenly soldiers and generals, everyone couldn't help being shaken in their hearts.

Hearing the bewitching voice of the God of Samsara again, panic began to ferment and spread among the crowd.

"My God, the [-] enemy troops on the opposite side are all fourth-rank martial artists!"

"A fourth-tier martial artist is already a middle-level general in our army!"

"How can you beat this? It's not enough to fight one out of ten..."

The flags were shaking, the horses were standing still, and the soldiers were already very tired after fighting for many days. It was when their will was weak that they quickly lost their minds.

The essence of the reincarnated god is a heavenly demon, which can become stronger by absorbing negative emotions. At this moment, he felt the power in his body gradually filling up, smiled, and looked at Song Yun provocatively.

"Emperor Xuan, if you want to fight, these ordinary people don't want to fight, so why make things difficult for them?"

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice of a middle-aged man came from afar:

"Who said we don't want to fight?"

The officers and soldiers of the Tang army followed the prestige and saw a one-armed general flying from the northwest, and shouted at them:

"If this battle is won, the century-old troubled times will come to an end."

"This is the most difficult battle, but it is also the last battle!"

"Everyone, for the sake of peace and for the relatives behind, I, Gao Hanqing, would like to die and move forward!"

As Gao Hanqing said, he landed at the forefront of the Tang army formation, looking at the aloof God of Samsara, couldn't help but think of the whole family that was slaughtered, and the devastated Anxi...

In the past, he always thought that the enemy was Jing Jun, but now he realizes that the real enemy is right in front of him!

With a clang, the blood-stained long sword was pulled out and pointed at the heavenly soldiers and generals.

"Everyone rest assured to fight, from this moment on, I will always stand in front of you."

"Gao Mou will not die, and the charge will not stop!"

The officers and men of the Tang army trembled, looking at this one-armed general covered in blood, all 15 people were speechless.

Another gray-haired old man flew over from the sky and said with a generous smile:

"I am Marshal of the Tang Dynasty, how can I let young people die first?"

Zhang Xianke flew down in front of Gao Hanqing, with both guns crossed, and shouted:
"Zhang won't die, he can't stop charging!"

Amidst the clatter of horseshoes, a middle-aged man in dragon-striped armor hurried over on horseback.

Seeing this, the surrounding soldiers shouted one after another:

"Kings!"

"My lord, why are you here?"

"My master and senior brother are fighting here, how dare I sit in the palace and watch a play?"

Tang Wang Li Tianyang came to the front of the battle, saw the white-robed youth in the air at a glance, and shouted loudly:
"Master, I'm here too!"

As he spoke, he drew out the golden sword at his waist, and stood beside Gao Hanqing regardless of the dissuasion of the guards around him.

"Men from the Tang Dynasty, are you afraid of death?"

"Li will not die, he will not stop charging!"

(End of this chapter)