The years when I explored the fairyland

That day,

Early morning.

The sky was dark and overcast, with faint thunder and roaring, accompanied by drizzle, which wet the world.

The new rain in early spring should have heralded the return of spring and the revival of all things.

But on this day, there was also a biting cold wind and a chilling chill, as if the world knew that there would be a big battle today, and countless people would lose their lives.

Anyue City, outside the south of the city, in the mountains and forests.

Zhou Wu was still wearing the purple robe, with a tall figure and a mighty aura.

Behind him, there were dense crowds of people gathering.

Some of them wore black clothes and hoods; some wore armor and held shields; some were dressed like pure bandits, with a fierce aura; and there were well-dressed warriors driving various carriages.

The "chaos" and "mixedness" of Wenxiang Temple were fully reflected in the clothes of these people.

However, they all had a red scarf tied on their arms, which was very conspicuous. Except for Zhou Wu, almost everyone had one.

This was their way of distinguishing identities, simple and practical.

Outside the forest, on the flat open space, the disciples of the Yunya Sword Sect, dressed in uniform, were entering in an orderly manner.

They wore green shirts and white scarves, held long swords, stood with their arms folded, and stood in a line.

They were much more orderly. The Yunya Sword Sect had the tradition of sword dancing in the early morning, and this line was the norm.

They chose this open space to play to their strengths.

Thousands of swordsmen stood here in an orderly manner, and the sense of oppression was indeed not comparable to that of the Wenxiang Temple.

Standing in front of these swordsmen was naturally the head of the Yunya Sword Sect, the old man Yun Lie.

He was still wearing a bright red robe, bald head and long beard, and he didn't look like an old man, but his momentum was even more outstanding.

The difference was that he also took a long sword today. It looked plain on the outside, but through the simple scabbard, there seemed to be a red light shining through.

He and Zhou Wu stared at each other across a hundred feet, both silent, but filled with murderous intent.

Surrounding him were several people at the top of the Yunya Sword Sect, including the Grand Elder, the Inner Sect Elder, the True Disciple, and the Hall Masters of each Hall.

These people were all innate warriors with great reputations, needless to say.

What really attracted people's attention was the old men who came out of the sedan chairs and gathered together on the other side.

Some of them were leaning on crutches; some were hunched over; some had almost lost all their teeth, and some had age spots all over their faces.

But they all held swords, looked around, and had different postures, but their expressions were arrogant and insolent.

In fact, few people dared to look at them, just because the innate true energy surging around them was not fake at all.

And Yunya Sword Sect invited a total of six such old men.

Everyone knows that after this battle, even if these old men didn't die in the battle, they would be exhausted to death, but anyone who sees these six people will be scared!

This is the foundation of Yunya Sword Sect. The six old men look like they are dying, but they are six innate warriors.

Originally, Wenxiang Temple gathered everyone's strength, and there was one more innate warrior than Yunya Sword Sect.

But now, one is reversed and the other is positive, and there are five less, and they are not afraid of life and death.

When these old guys appeared, they even caused restlessness in Wenxiang Temple.

Even innate warriors, such as the Divine Hammer King Cao Bao, the innate worshiper Zhongli Linghui, and the Tiger Demon Pavilion Zuo Qiutong, couldn't help frowning.

Zhou Wu seemed to be able to feel their restlessness. He turned around and swept his calm eyes over everyone, and then said: "If you believe me, follow the plan. In this battle, victory will only belong to us."

His words seemed to have a strange magic that could convince everyone.

After calming down his restlessness, he turned around again, squinted his eyes slightly, and raised his head slightly.

His vision had moved away from the Yunya Sword Sect, and he looked further away, as if he had crossed Anyue City, to the endless palaces and palaces on Yunya Mountain.

In any case, the Yunya Sword Sect must be destroyed today.

As Zhou Wu said, no one can stop it!

...

This "life and death competition" is indeed different from the ordinary life and death competition. It took more than an hour for both sides to enter the venue.

Thousands of warriors and dozens of innate warriors confronted each other. The momentum alone was enough to make the gloomy weather even gloomier.

Even the notary Gongye Wang was shocked by the lineup of the Yunya Sword Sect and Wenxiang Temple.

Both sides really reached the point of fighting to the death.

Seeing that fewer and fewer people followed, he waited for a moment. When he was sure that no new people would join, he muttered something in his mouth, and the sound came into the ears of old man Yunlie and Zhou Wu.

At the junction of the forest and the plain, King Gongye stood with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.

In just a moment, old man Yunlie and Zhou Wu had turned into a gust of wind and arrived. The three parties met here.

King Gongye turned his eyes slightly and looked at old man Yunlie, asking: "Master Yun, is your Yunya Sword Sect ready?"

"Of course!"

"Master Zhou, what about you?"

"Everything is ready!"

"In that case, let's sign it!"

As he said, he waved his hand and spread out a scroll. The exquisite true qi controlled the scroll to rotate in the air, so that everyone could see clearly the three big words at the beginning - life and death!

Yes, on the ring, life and death are determined by fate, and no one can retaliate afterwards.

At the end, a series of names were recorded, all of whom were participants in this life and death ring.

Old Yunlie and Zhou Wu knew that this step would happen. They didn't waste words. They stretched out their hands and drew a line. Blood gushed out from their fingertips. They wrote in the air again.

Finally, the bloody words were printed on the scroll, scarlet and eye-catching.

King Gongye waved his hand again, and the scroll rolled up again and returned to his hand. He looked around and asked, "Do you two have anything else to say?"

"Words are useless!"

"The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit!"

"In that case, you two go, just wait for my order, and the battle will begin!"

"Okay!"

"No problem for me."

Two more gusts of wind rose from the ground. Zhou Wu and old Yunlie had disappeared from their original place, while the elegant middle-aged man walked forward step by step.

His innate martial spirit rose all over his body, and his true energy poured out like mercury. He actually walked up to the sky step by step.

This was not the "light and agile leap" that should be in Qinggong, but he really stepped on the void, rising step by step to the sky, until the center of the battlefield.

He lowered his head slightly, exhaled and said: "The arena is ready, life and death are determined, the martial arts competition will not stop until death!"

"This competition starts from now!"

The mighty voice echoed between heaven and earth, and the atmosphere suddenly became ten times tenser with just one order.

But the stalemate between the two sides seemed to be unusually quiet and unusually tense since some time ago.

And this silent and tense atmosphere lasted for a cup of tea, as if the dark clouds in the sky felt bored, and thunder rolled and exploded.

Along with the thunder, it was the roar of old man Yun Lie: "Shoot!"

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

In an instant, the arrows broke through the air like rising dark clouds, and countless black shadows, with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, drew a graceful arc and fell into the woods.

The disciples of Yunya Sword Sect spread out to both sides, revealing a series of sophisticated crossbow carts.

These crossbow carts can fire forty-nine arrows at a time, with a range of up to two hundred feet, and the power can penetrate gold, stone and trees.

At a glance, Yunya Sword Sect has prepared dozens of them, and there are also rotating round quivers next to them.

Just one volley, thousands of arrows flew into the air. Although the accuracy is limited, is the accuracy still important at this density?

Of course, there are naturally some disadvantages of such a weapon. One is that it is too heavy and inconvenient to move.

This thing has too much recoil and cannot be placed on a carriage. It must be rammed on the ground before it can be used.

In addition, it is not easy to string the bow. Under normal circumstances, it must be pulled by a cow, and it cannot be used repeatedly, otherwise the bowstring will easily break.

But I don't know how long the Yunya Sword School planned to install a crossbar on this crossbow.

Four people stood on each side, a total of sixteen warriors, and with a loud shout, they lifted up this thing weighing tens of thousands of pounds.

Amid the sound of "Hey Yo Hey Yo", they continued to move forward. After walking a few feet forward, they stopped and chiseled the foundation stone again.

The arrow holes were replaced as a whole, and then the four Tongmai Great Martial Masters used all their internal strength to pull the bow string, and finally shot it with a "bang".

This was repeated, and the rain of arrows flew into the air, and the distance was getting farther and farther, like mercury pouring on the ground, penetrating every hole, and denser than raindrops.

In the sky, Gongye Wang sat cross-legged, and his true energy circulated like a ball, maintaining a floating state.

This is the iconic ability of a quasi-grandmaster. When the true energy is strong to a certain degree, he can fly in the air.

However, even he was startled by the rain of arrows, and almost instinctively jumped up a distance.

This kind of chain crossbow cart is not something that should be used in martial arts fights. It is clearly a killer weapon that can only be used when two armies are fighting.

Wenxiang Temple suffered a loss. It would be fine if it was a master, who either waved his weapon to block or protected his body with true qi, and was naturally fearless.

But under the Tongmai, even if it is a martial arts master who practices internal organs, if he fails to protect himself, he may be shot into a hedgehog by the rain of arrows, and the screams are endless.

Only Zhou Wu remained calm, and even had a bit of sarcasm on his face.

He raised his hand slightly and waved it back, as if giving an order.

So, everyone in Wenxiang Temple quickly retreated, and the disciples of Husha Pavilion, wearing armor and holding sharp weapons and shields, blocked behind, and the others quickly left the scope of the rain of arrows.

However, although the venue of this life and death arena is extremely large and wide, it is not comparable to ordinary arenas, but it is also limited in area.

With the shooting method of Yunya Sword School and the large number of arrows, they could escape for a while, but they could not hide forever.

But Zhou Wu never thought of escaping!

At the back of the battlefield, at the edge of the ring, a few trees were suddenly broken, the boulders were moved away, the camouflaged grass was lifted, and a dark gun barrel was revealed.

A black ammunition the size of a human head was stuffed into the gun barrel, and the torch lit the fuse.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the earth shook suddenly, pushing the cannonball out.

But this time the angle was wrong, it flew far, fell behind Yunya Sword School, smashed a huge pit, and bounced on the ground a few times until it hit the city wall and stopped.

But this time, many people on the Yunya Sword School side were stunned on the spot.

This is a cannon!

Cannon!!!

But this was just a test of the gun, and the position was adjusted. A professional observer immediately shouted loudly: "Move the muzzle down, adjust two degrees, calibrate, calibrate..."

"Salvo, salvo!"

Boom boom boom boom!

This time, it was not just one cannon, but a row of twenty cannons firing in salvo.

Moreover, the shells are not just ordinary solid shells, but also many shrapnel shells.

After landing, they explode directly, and the caltrops inside will shoot in all directions, with amazing power.

That's not the end. Wenxiang Temple has more than 20 cannons. After a round of volleys, someone will clean the barrels and cool them down. It will take some time to use them again.

But in the back, there are another 20 cannons ready, ignited, and fired.

Behind them, there are 20 more cannons already preparing...

With up to 60 cannons, using three-stage shooting, it can just complete a round of cyclic complementation, and can almost fire one round, one round, and another round without stopping...

On the Yunya Sword Sect side, the formation has long been in chaos. In some places, where solid bullets bounced past, they were crushed into a bloody road along the way.

In some places, shrapnel shells shattered, and under the shock wave, countless caltrops scattered in all directions, and they became hedgehogs if they were not defeated.

That way of dying is not much better than a rain of arrows.

Of course, Wenxiang Temple is not without countermeasures.

For example, if there are innate swordsmen, they can rely on their keen perception to lock the trajectory of the shells and then throw out sword lights.

As for the effect, of course there is. The sharp sword energy passed by, and many shells were directly broken and exploded.

But the number of innate warriors is too small, and the true energy is not infinite, and the continuous firing of artillery really does not prepare them to survive.

What's more, Wenxiang Temple has prepared enough ammunition, enough to plow the land outside the south of the city, and there is still some left.

This is Zhou Wu's preparation!

He didn't expect that there would be a day to go to the life and death arena, but with Yunya Sword School as the target, the most headache for him is the extremely steep and easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack Yunya Mountain.

This artillery is one of his countermeasures. He secretly purchased it a long time ago and hid it in Wenxiang Temple in various ways.

Until today, it has been considered a great achievement.

In the sky, King Gongye couldn't help but rise up again. He looked down and really wanted to complain, you guys are really good at playing!

On one hand, they put up the crossbow cart, and on the other hand, they directly brought out the cannons. This deep hatred was almost written on their faces.

He actually thought about going down to stop them, but thinking about the various agreements in the life and death arena, it seemed that there was no prohibition on using cannons.

Moreover, he thought it was good to let them fight to the death.

Below, the situation of Yunya Sword Sect reversed in just a moment. The old man Yunlie, who was just full of complacency, was about to break apart at this moment.

"Master, Master, we can't be like this. The loss is too great."

A middle-aged man with a narrow face and even narrower eyes waved the sword in his hand, and a series of sword lights protected himself and rushed to the old man Yunlie.

He blocked a solid bullet for old man Yun Lie. The powerful impact made him step back a few steps and said, "Find a way, find a way quickly, we can't do this anymore."

"Find a way... Charge! Charge forward!"

Old man Yun Lie raised his eyebrows slightly and shouted directly. The sound, which contained true energy, was clearly heard by all the disciples of Yun Ya Sword Sect even in the chaotic battlefield.

"Disciples of Yun Ya, charge! Charge! Kill them all!"

As soon as the order came out, almost all the disciples of Yun Ya started to charge forward. This seemed to be an instinct, and it was also a way to survive.

One by one, they were equipped with martial arts, as fast as galloping horses, and directly crashed into the mountains and forests.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a mountain forest, because almost everything in sight was destroyed by crossbows.

And their rush also avoided the effect of the shells washing the ground. After all, it was the lowest-level artillery, which was not easy to operate and even more troublesome to turn.

At this moment, the disciples of Wenxiang Temple had already prepared themselves. They met the disciples of Yunya Sword Sect and raised their weapons without showing any weakness.

Ding!

When the first sound of metal collision spread, countless collisions appeared, and they became more and more frequent.

Starting from this line, countless people rushed up, and countless people resisted. The whole battlefield was completely out of order and a melee.

After all, they are a group of warriors. It is really difficult for them to expect them to advance and retreat and practice the art of war.

The limit that can be achieved is that three or two good friends get together to form a small battle formation to deal with enemies from all directions.

But even so, thousands of warriors fighting together is an unparalleled spectacular scene.

Of course, this is the world of Zhongwu after all, and there are masters.

Zhou Wu stood there without moving. The Qi in his body poured out like water, forming a flying tiger with wings outside his body, lying on the ground.

Looking around, he had the majesty of a king.

The disciples of the Yunya Sword Sect consciously gave way when they passed by here. Even those old men didn't dare to provoke him.

After the two sides were completely entangled, he finally looked up and said, "Master Yun, how are you?"

Old man Yun Lie took a few steps forward and said softly, "What happened in Wenxiang Temple back then was indeed not instructed by us. It was just done by Elder Wu privately, and it had nothing to do with Yunya Sword Sect.

So, when you killed him later, I didn't get too entangled."

"I know, I know, but so what?"

Zhou Wu had a smile on his face, but the murderous light in his eyes was almost flowing out: "I killed that old dog Wu, skinned him, cut off his descendants, and even dug up his grave, but so what?

My master can no longer teach me Taoism, and my uncle can no longer take me shopping. They are all dead, and I still remember their misery before they died.

So, revenge is useless, but I can't help but send your Yunya Sword Sect to the netherworld. "

The old man Yun Lie's face trembled, and he could only sigh: "In this case, there is nothing to say."

"There is nothing to say!"

Yun Lie finally drew out the sword in his hand, and a dazzling rainbow light burst out, just like a fire dragon dancing in the sky, twisting its body, and roaring.

And Zhou Wu's flying winged tiger condensed into substance in an instant, and with a flap of its wings, it had already soared into the sky.

It pounced down from the air again, the tiger claws stretched out, the air continued to explode, and it had already collided with the fire dragon.

It's too late, so much for today!