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Chapter 981: Zi Ming Battle

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, but flags on both sides of the official road southeast of Hulu Valley had already blocked out the sun.

The 100,000-strong Azure Dragon Legion under Meng Zhang were lined up like a long ink-black dragon, their azure armor glowing coldly in the morning mist, the gold embroidered patterns on the Azure Dragon battle flags fluttering in the mountain breeze, and under each flag stood twelve heavily-armored sentinels, the heavy weapons in their hands gleaming with cold light, as if stars had fallen to the ground.

The remaining 70,000 ordinary Yellow Turban Army spread out on both sides of the Azure Dragon Legion like a red tide. Although their clothes and armor were not as sophisticated as the former, everyone had a yellow scarf on their head. The yellow scarves moved without wind, making a buzzing sound, as if countless invisible hands were stirring in the void.

"General Meng, Mr. Gu's formation has moved."

Li Cunxiao reined in his horse and stood on the right side of Meng Zhang, plowing a three-foot deep mark on the ground with the Yuwang Spear in his hand.

Following his gaze, I saw that the Qian army formation on the opposite side was spread out like a chessboard - the 40,000 elite Wuxiong Guards and the Chongyan Guards formed the Xuanxiang Formation, with silver armor and rock-gray battle robes intertwined like waves. The Chongyan Guards' crossbow carts had been set up in three layers, and the sounds of the crossbow's winches rose and fell in the morning mist.

The 50,000 red-armored soldiers of Tan Meng's army in the rear were like a bloody torrent. Each red shield was engraved with a ferocious black tortoise pattern. The joints between the shields and armor were seamless, and even the morning light could hardly penetrate.

Although the 100,000 county soldiers on the outermost side seemed disorganized, the light from the black iron mask of Su Ye's White Horse Volunteers could be vaguely seen in the array. These Taoist soldiers held black iron chains in their hands, and the silver sheen on the chains echoed with the giant axes of the Yellow Turban warriors in the Yellow Turban Army, actually stirring up visible ripples of energy in the void.

"After all, veterans are experienced."

"The Takeo Guards guard the center, the Chongyan Guards are on both sides, the Red Armored Army is the spearhead, and the County Soldiers are the decoys - this formation seems impeccable, but it hides the White Horse Volunteers of the Duke of Zhenguo too deeply."

Meng Zhang chuckled and pointed the whip in his hand at the big flag with the word "Gu" in it in the Qian army's formation.

"Order the left wing of the Azure Dragon Army to feint an attack on the Heavy Rock Guard, and the right wing to attack the Red Armor Army. The Yellow Turban Warriors will be in the middle ready to provide support!"

He suddenly turned around and said to the flag bearer beside him.

The flag soldiers responded by waving the colorful flags in their hands, and Gu Changqing on the opposite side had already ridden out into the battle.

"Little Meng Zhang, three years ago on a snowy night in Luzhou, you were just three thousand starving people. How dare you covet the throne now?"

The old general was wearing a scarlet battle robe, and the golden sword at his waist was shining coldly in the morning light. He looked at the blue dragon flag fluttering in Meng Zhang's formation and suddenly spoke loudly.

"country?"

"Grandmaster Gu, the Daqian empire has long been eroded. The emperor has died, and the prince is missing. How long are you going to deceive yourself while guarding this mess?"

Meng Zhang reined in his horse and rode forward. The scales on his blue dragon armor glowed faintly in the morning sun.

"Rebel!"

"Today, I will make sure that all of you traitors will die here!"

Gu Changqing's hair and beard stood out, and he slammed his skinny hands heavily on the saddle. Before he finished speaking, a general behind him responded.

The man was wearing heavy iron armor, and the black horse under his crotch was snorting as it treaded on the water. He was sticking the iron stick in his hand into the ground, and the tip of the stick went three feet into the soil, causing the nearby Qian army's formation to be slightly disrupted.

A sneer was also heard from Meng Zhang's formation, and a purple dark horse beside him neighed as it rushed out in front of the formation.

Qiao Shefei was dressed in a black robe, and the Taotie pattern on his purple armor was faintly visible in the morning light. The double blades of Doomsday in his hands were crossed in front of his chest, and the cold light from the blades made the scar on his brow bone even more hideous.

"It seems that not all of this veteran's subordinates are good-for-nothings."

At this moment he looked at Zhong Song and suddenly grinned.

"Yellow Turban thief, prepare to die!"

Zhong Song shouted angrily, and the Shattering Yue Iron Stick turned into a silver light, and the shadow of the stick poured down like a rainstorm.

“Ding! Zhong Song’s skills Overlord and Thousand Strength are activated!
Zhong Song's current basic force value is 107, his weapon, the Shattering Mountain Mixed Iron Rod, has a force value of +1, his mount, the Water-Trampling Black Horse, has a force value of +1, his skill, Overlord Mountain, has a force value of +6, his skill, Qianjun, has a force value of +6.
Zhong Song's current strength has risen to 121!"

Qiao Shefei's body was as fast as lightning, and the double blades of Doomsday moved freely in the shadow of the sticks. Sparks flew every time they collided, and the sound of the blades and the iron sticks hitting each other was like the sound of metal hitting stone, which echoed in the valley. "Dang!"

The double swords suddenly blocked the mixed iron stick, and Qiao Shefei used the force to fly into the air. The purple dark horse neighed loudly and stood up, stepping heavily on the back of Zhong Song's black horse with its front hooves.

"Ding! Qiao Shefei activated his skills Purple Nether and Demon Slash!
Qiao Shefei's current basic force value is 106, his weapon Doomsday Double Blade force value +1, his warhorse Purple Nether Horse force value +1, once the skill Purple Nether effect is activated, force +5, he is currently fighting with the entire Purple Nether team, effect two is activated, force +3, skill Demon Slash effect is activated once, force value +3.

Qiao Shefei's current force value has risen to 119!"

The black horse neighed in pain and stood up, but Zhongsong was as steady as a rock. He swung out the mixed iron stick, and the tip of the stick went straight to Qiao Shefei's waist.

"Great stick technique!"

Qiao Shefei twisted his waist in the air, and suddenly crossed his two swords and slashed down, causing sparks to fly from the blades and the tips of the sticks.

He used the recoil to land on the back of the Purple Dark Horse. Before the warhorse hit the ground, his two swords had already transformed into two purple lightning bolts, heading straight for Zhong Song's throat.

"Ding!"

The mixed iron stick suddenly changed from sweeping to pointing, and the tip of the stick accurately pressed against the intersection of the two swords.

Veins bulged in Zhong Song's arms, and a tremendous force was transmitted through the stick. Qiao Shefei only felt numbness in the palm of his hand, and his two swords were actually shaking slightly.

"clang!"

When the mixed iron rod shook open the double blades of Doom for the third time, a fishy and sweet taste appeared in Qiao Shefei's throat.

The mane of the Purple Dark Horse was covered with morning dew, and it trembled with the rapid breathing of its master. He looked at Zhong Song who was as steady as a rock opposite him. The Shattering Mountain Iron Stick was glowing green in the morning sun, and each shadow of the stick carried a powerful force, making his two swords even more messy.

"Meng Zhang's personal guard, Captain Zi Ming, the smiling devil?"

"Nothing more than that!"

Zhong Song's black horse suddenly stood up, its front hooves crushing the morning mist. The mixed iron stick danced in a silver vortex above his head. A tremendous force came down with a strong wind. Qiao Shefei felt his breathing stagnate, as if his heart and lungs were being gripped by an invisible giant hand.

"Ding! Zhong Song's skill Qianjun Effect 2 is activated twice, and the force value is +2+.

The current force value has risen to 125! "

When the system prompt sounded, Qiao Shefei only felt that the wind from the stick suddenly condensed into substance, and the mixed iron stick turned into a green dragon exploring the sea, with the head of the stick only three inches away from his throat.

The Purple Dark Horse neighed loudly as it stood up, its front hooves stomping heavily on the rocky ground, causing gravel to splash towards Zhong Song's face like hail.

"Little tricks!"

Zhong Song's black horse treading on water suddenly moved sideways three feet with a strange step. All the gravel was bounced away by the strong energy barrier. The mixed iron stick was raised up, and the green light on the stick body suddenly increased, condensing three afterimages in the void, attacking Qiao Shefei from the upper, middle and lower directions.

"Demon Slash!"

Qiao Shefei suddenly crossed his two swords, and purple-black energy gushed out from the blade edges, transforming into a ferocious ghost face that pounced towards the stick shadow.

"Ding! Qiao Shefei uses his skill Demon Slash once again, increasing his force by 3.

Qiao Shefei's current force value has risen to 122!"

The two energies collided and created a gust of air. The Purple Dark Horse and the Black Zhui Horse stood up at the same time, their front hooves scraping against each other's breastplates, leaving blinding sparks.

(End of this chapter)