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Chapter 197: Battle of Yinshan, Killing Ten Thousand People
"Big Snow Dragon Rider!"

"Tianmen Formation——"

At the command, the soldiers of Hongze Camp followed strict order and standard procedures like a machine and formed a formation at the fastest speed.

Just as the evil vein was about to revive, the temperature between heaven and earth dropped sharply again, to the point where the upper and lower lips were frozen to death and stuck together, and a thick layer of frost hung on the eyelashes.

therefore.

Even their "fastest" movements seemed extremely stiff, as if they were basically just holding on for dear life. When they were lining up, they had no ideas in their minds, and they were relying entirely on the muscle memory gained from day after day of training in Liangzhou City.

When Murong Huatuo, the martial saint of the Murong clan, was leading the Iron Pagoda to charge, he saw this scene twenty miles away.

He sneered immediately:
"Sky Clan Warriors!
“Did you see that?
“These people have already been frozen into pieces before the battle even started!

"But we have just drunk hot wine and warmed ourselves by the fire!
"They are in front of us, like wild boars waiting to be slaughtered!

"Kill these wild boars, and the world will be ours!"

"kill--"

The morale of the barbarian soldiers became even stronger, and it seemed as if they were emitting the evil spirit of heaven and earth, with endless murderous intent, sweeping over like a black wave.

Twenty miles away.

The soldiers of Hongze Camp were still deploying their troops in the extreme cold.

"A-B East, Dragon Claw Position, 3,000 left troops!"

"Geng Xin, in the west, at the Dragon Claw position, two thousand men of the right army!"

"In the north of Rengui, the position of the dragon head, the central army has two thousand men!"

"In the center of Wu and Ji, at the position of the dragon's body, there are three thousand soldiers in the front army!"

"Bing Ding is in the south, at the dragon's tail, with three thousand rear troops!"

"quick!"

One by one, the captains waved the battle flags in their hands. The light flags seemed as heavy as mountains in their frozen hands, and they had to use both hands to command with difficulty.

In the midst of the wind and snow, colorful flags danced wildly in the gale, war horses followed the movement of the flags, and even the way the soldiers held their weapons was unusually particular.

If you look down from the air.

You can see that the positions and steps of these 13,000 mortals are in line with the avenues of heaven and earth. The army formation is like a diagram of the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams. Then, it begins to change continuously until it becomes...

Dragon shape!

Only the dragon head has some slight defects.

Until the white robes and white horses were in position with guns.

This dragon shape is completely formed.

It just seems to be missing a key point. This dragon has only form but no spirit, so it is just a dead dragon, with only appearance but no power.

at this time.

The two armies were separated.

Only the last five miles remain.

Chen Sanshi used up all the mysterious energy in the black pearl without any reservation.

Wisps of white mysterious energy, like fireworks or mist, merged with the already white snowfield, and then fed back into the military formation, swirling around every soldier of the Hongze Camp.

this moment.

The real dragon is alive!
"Roar--"

Vaguely.

A dragon's roar seemed to sound between heaven and earth.

"what sound?!"

The Iron Buddhas who were charging were all stunned and thought they were hallucinating.

"strangeness!"

"General, what kind of formation is this that Sheng Ren has set up?"

"A long snake formation?"

"Why does it look so strange?"

"..."

"Even this low-level formation has been used. It seems that Chen has run out of tricks and is really ready to rush up the mountain."

Murong Huatuo raised the long sword in his hand: "This formation can only attack, not defend. We only need to rush in and then fight out from the east to break it. All deputy generals, get ready to follow my command!"

"General!"

"The snow has stopped!"

"Snow?"

Since two months ago, under the influence of the revival of the evil vein, the entire northern border has been plunged into extremely cold weather for tens of thousands of miles, and heavy snow has almost never stopped. Day after day, in some places, the ice and snow are more than half a person high.

The situation near Yinshan Mountain was not much better. The peaks had long since turned into snow-capped mountains. The ice and snow on the ground actually seriously affected the combat effectiveness of the cavalry.

Logically speaking, the subsidence of the heavy snow should have been a good thing.

But Murong Huatuo noticed something unusual.

As long as the evil vein continues to revive, the ice and snow will not stop.

"General!"

"Look!"

“Heavy snow!”

"..."

Murong Huatuo looked up again.

I saw.

Where is the blizzard subsided.

But...

The blizzard was all gathering towards the Hongze Camp army!

"Whoohoo-"

"call--"

between heaven and earth.

The storm suddenly arose.

The force was so intense that it almost blew away both the men and their horses, so that their charge had to be temporarily stopped.

And the source of the storm.

It’s Hongze Camp!
There are storms in all directions, and Hongze Camp is the gathering point of all storms.

All the ice and snow were pulled up above them.

Therefore, there will be not a single snowflake within a radius of a hundred miles.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

Murong Huatuo frowned, and suddenly remembered something: "Heavenly Book?!"

"General, it must be the Book of Heaven!"

"The thunder and fog at Hulao Pass seem to be real!"

"what to do?!"

"What should we do?!"

"..."

"Roar--"

Another dragon roar was heard, and the pouring ice and snow, under the gathering storm, actually merged with every Da Sheng cavalryman. Not only the people, but also the horses under their crotches were perfectly integrated into it.

Ever since.

The shape of the true dragon becomes clearer with the blessing of ice and snow.

There is no such thing as a long snake formation.

They formed a real dragon!
A giant ice dragon!
"dragon!"

"There's a dragon!"

"The Heavenly Book summoned a real dragon!"

"..."

"Why are you panicking? It's just a trick!"

Murong Huatuo stabilized the army's morale: "It's just snow. Even if it's a dragon, it's still snow in the end. Look at the snow under your feet, it collapses when you step on it. Can it really crush you to death?!"

"boom--"

The words fell.

Suddenly, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

The snow collapsed!

……

"Whoosh-"

The storm continues.

In the ice and snow.

The soldiers of the Hongze Camp, who were almost frozen to death, not only did the situation not get worse after more ice, snow and hurricanes came, but instead they became warm in an instant.

No.

The word warm cannot be used to describe it.

To be more precise, it should be like a fish in water!

Just like a fish, born to be in water.

They are born.

It should be in the ice and snow!
All the discomforts caused by the previous extreme cold gradually faded away, even the frostbite on his body recovered to normal. The war horses under his crotch became energetic, and each one raised its head and neighed.

"Big Snow Dragon Rider!"

"charge--"

The commander-in-chief's order was issued.

The ice dragon began to surge forward.

As the charge progressed, more and more ice and snow covered the surface of the soldiers' armor. The ice and snow neither fell off nor melted, but just stuck to the surface, and turned into frost armor in the midst of the charge!
The frost covering them and their horses looked like only a thin layer, but it contained an indescribable mysterious power that extended and spread to their weapons.

The soldiers of Hongze Camp are like the incarnation of a giant ice and snow dragon!
The dragon horse neighs.

The ice blade dances.

Mountains and rivers collapsed.

Heavy snow!

"Rumble--"

Accompanied by a loud noise.

All the mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles were avalanched!

It was like a tsunami.

The rolling sea of ​​snow turned into a waterfall and fell from thousands of feet in the sky.

The barbarian army had a hundred thousand strong, and their battle formation was so long that near the foot of the mountain, hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers were swallowed up by the waterfall of snow in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

"General!"

“They really can control the celestial phenomena!”

"..."

"Cut the nonsense!"

"The giant ice and snow dragon is just a decoy. With such a big scene and too much noise, an avalanche is a natural occurrence. How can I, a man from the grassland, be as cowardly as you?!"

Murong Huatuo raised his sword high: "No matter who it is, as long as he can shed a drop of blood on the white robe, he will be made a marquis in the future!"

Just one drop of blood will make you a marquis!

With such a huge reward, the barbarian soldiers who were originally a little panicked suddenly burst out with great courage, and the 10,000 iron pagodas in front rushed towards the giant ice and snow dragon.

It's impossible to kill Chen Sanshi with their help!
But among the thousands of troops, there is still hope if this person can shed a drop of blood.

Just one drop of blood can ensure a lifetime of wealth and glory!

One black, one white.

Two huge waves collided on the snowfield.

Murong Huatuo, who led the Iron Pagoda, quickly analyzed the biggest weakness of the Hongze Camp.

White robe!

He couldn't help but marvel at this man's ability to lead troops.

It is rare in the world that they can maintain such strong fighting power and will after marching thousands of miles in such a harsh environment.

But it's obvious.

The white robes are the backbone of Hongze Camp!
As long as he dies!
Hongze Camp will definitely collapse!

And he.

According to the information received.

During the battle at the Agate River, he was only at the Xuanxiang realm!
But Murong Huatuo didn't believe it at all.

He guessed that this person must have already reached the level of Martial Saint, otherwise how could he have conquered the Agate River Tribe in such a short time?

The reason why Yuwen Jingwen died at the hands of the man in white robe was definitely because he underestimated the enemy.

He, Murong Huatuo, would never make this mistake.

While thinking.

The vanguards of the two armies are about to engage in a head-on confrontation.

At the front of the giant ice and snow dragon's head is a white robe.

In Murong Huatuo's heart, he treated him as a martial saint with all his strength. In the ice and snow storm, he used the breathing method to the extreme, and the mixed air circulated in his body layer by layer, and then turned into protective true energy. Then veins popped out on his forehead, neck, and arms. His body suddenly doubled in size, and his blood entered a violent state in an instant. With the blessing of the surging true energy, the long sword in his hand turned into a strange tiger beast with wings that was more than ten feet tall. The aftermath alone forced the deputy general who was originally running neck and neck with him to deliberately fall behind a few steps to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

In his mind, there flashed the scene of himself as a teenager practicing martial arts and swinging his sword five thousand times a day, his master’s teachings, how he defeated his first opponent, why he lost to his enemy for the first time, how he became stronger step by step, which noble person he met during his training, and how he gradually reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and became a martial arts saint on earth!

Every Martial Saint.

Everyone has their own wonderful life.

They are one in a million, yet they are the focus of everyone's attention.

In just a few decades, we have reached the peak that is restricted in this world. How can it not be exciting?

Two thousand four hundred and fifty-seven games!

Murong Huatuo sat on the horse with his eyes closed.

He remembers it clearly.

Including exchanges, competitions, fights and struggles of all sizes.

In his life, he experienced a total of 2,457 battles, 1,001 of which were life-and-death struggles, 96 of which were narrow victories, and eight of which were escape-from-death situations. Only then did he achieve what he has today.

all of these!
at this point!
Get a comprehensive understanding!
All the moves and techniques become one at this moment.

This is his most powerful sword!

Vaguely.

Murong Huatuo could even vaguely sense a realm above that of a Martial Saint!

He can see that there is a bigger world!

This knife is only for attack and not for defense. Either you kill the enemy or you die!

This knife can split the mountain!

"boom--"

The Xuantan black tiger transformed from the long sword spread its wings, and at the moment when the two armies officially clashed, under the pouring of ice and snow, it pounced towards the man in white robe in front of it. The air waves were violent, the tiger roar was deafening, and it brought with it a mighty force that could swallow the sky and devour the earth!
Just in time.

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

The real dragon roared out and easily pierced through the body of the Xuantan Black Tiger, stirring it into smoke and completely merging it into the ice sand in the sky. Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "clang" sound.

Murong Huatuo's long sword fell from his hand and flew into the air. He wanted to catch it, but unfortunately the real dragon was not going to give him this opportunity.

The sharp gun blade tore through the protective Qi and kept approaching the center of his eyebrows. The surging Qi that burst out of it twisted his facial muscles, and his hair crown fell off, and his long hair fluttered backwards.

he looks like……

dying!
Is he really a Martial Saint?

one move!
The strongest sword move that Murong Huatuo had ever mastered was so vulnerable in front of the man in white robe!
Why? !

Forty years!
He has practiced for forty years, is that not as good as the three years of others? !

All kinds of unwilling emotions surged in his heart and turned into the final resistance. He simply gave up trying to take back the long sword that was still in the air and wanted to catch the gun blade with his bare hands with his true strength to delay time.

Two breaths!

Even if it only delays for two breaths!

The Martial Saint next to him would have enough time to attack, but the restricted man in white robe would be unable to respond because he would not have time to retract his weapon, and would most likely be injured. Then, one wrong step would lead to another until he was killed.

Murong Huatuo roared, mobilizing all of his body-protecting true energy and concentrating it in his hands, and grabbed the spear tightly just before it reached his forehead.

however……

It's just a drop in the bucket!
The true energy, palm, bones, everything combined could not last a breath. The constantly buzzing Liquan Spear cut through it layer by layer like tofu, and finally accelerated suddenly, leaving a hole on Murong Huatuo's forehead.

"Ho..."

The breathing method suddenly stopped

Murong Huatuo opened his mouth and exhaled the last breath of hot air left in his body, and then his body fell straight off the horse. His eyes stared blankly at the white horse and the white robe, his pupils full of unwillingness, but he could no longer think why he was unwilling. He only knew that his vision was becoming more and more blurred until he was completely plunged into darkness.

"Brothers, kill them--"

The two armies went to war.

Kill the general first!

And he is a Martial Saint!

Needless to say, how much the morale of the soldiers in Hongze Camp has been boosted?

"Rumble--"

The Great Snow Dragon Riders of Hongze Camp and the Iron Pagodas of the Snowfield Barbarians collided with each other.

When the heavily armored Iron Pagoda fought against the light cavalry, it should have gained an absolute advantage by crushing them.

But the reality is quite the opposite.

The light cavalry of Hongze Camp, relying on their armor, horses and frost on the ice blades, had impact and defense capabilities that were no worse than those of the Iron Pagoda, but they did not have the Iron Pagoda's disadvantage of being bulky.

In other words.

These 13,000 soldiers of the Hongze Camp are equivalent to Iron Pagodas with the agility of light cavalry!

With the blessing of the storm.

Their combat effectiveness also increased step by step.

Some soldiers can even fight with blood-training warriors.

and.

The avalanche continues.

What's even more bizarre is that if these white waterfalls fall on the barbarian army's formation, they will turn into man-eating beasts and bury and devour them all. If they fall upwind of the Hongze Camp, they will turn into swirling hurricanes, constantly strengthening this giant frost dragon.

The two armies fought for only a few breaths.

The barbarian army was already in great chaos.

"Murong Huatuo!"

side.

Several other Martial Saints watched with their own eyes.

The man in white robe and on white horse actually killed Murong Huatuo with just one strike!

This person has indeed broken through to become a Martial Saint!
And there is a high probability that the breakthrough occurred before the Battle of Agate River!
True.

Murong Huatuo's final attack was full of offensive and murderous intent, leaving no room for defense.

But at the same time, it is also his strongest attack!
Even so, he still couldn't withstand the shot from the white robe? !
"Let's rush forward together, don't fight him alone!"

In the melee.

The remaining four barbarian martial saints attacked almost at the same time.

One of them held a spear, one held two swords, one held a giant hammer, and the other had a sword on his waist, but he never drew his sword to kill the enemy. Instead, he performed a set of smooth palm techniques.

This person is Tuoba Junfeng, who is known as the number one swordsman on the grassland and is also the eldest prince of the Tuoba clan.

He learned swordplay since he was young, and was the best swordsman on the grassland at the age of eighteen. Later, he secretly traveled around the Central Plains, absorbed the sword arts of hundreds of schools, and integrated them into his own sword of murderous intent, which he killed the Central Plains Sword Saint of that time with one sword.

It is said that after he turned forty, no one ever saw him draw his sword again.

Because drawing the sword means killing.

At this moment.

The spear in the hands of the Martial Saint Duan was like a mad python, heading straight for the front.

The last dual-sword martial saint of the Yuwen clan attacked from the left, and the giant hammer martial saint of the Murong clan attacked from the right. Tuoba Junfeng watched quietly and began to cultivate his sword and kill with intent!
The four barbarian tribes that had been fighting each other for hundreds of years, at this moment, reached an unprecedented alliance, just to kill the white-robed man in front of them.

"Om-"

The sharp tips of the Liquan spear and the spear collided with each other accurately.

The next moment, Martial Saint Duan felt the vast dragon's true energy that was like the sea, which easily swallowed up his giant python. The warhorse under his crotch could not withstand the terrifying force, and died suddenly after its limbs were broken. He himself also fell directly into the snow.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.

Just as the spear was about to meet the long spear, the double swords had already reached the left side, with only a few inches left from the tip of the hair, until the sword light flashed and the Zhenyue Sword flew out of nowhere, and they could no longer move forward an inch.

Although it was clearly just a stalemate, the Dual-Sword Martial Saint could feel that on the surface of the Zhenyue Sword, there were dragons entwined and tigers galloping. These terrifying forces were swirling and entwining on it, bringing extremely powerful recoil force.

He roared like a dying beast and was forced into a stalemate. His heart was once again shocked by the white-robed man's majestic true energy. Even among the martial saints, he was the best in the world!
Even Lu Ji may not be able to win for sure!
Fortunately.

After all, they are both martial saints!

As long as his realm is still within the realm of Martial Saint, the four of them will be able to defeat him as long as they work together!
"boom--"

After blocking the two swords, before Chen Sanshi could exert his strength to retreat them, the giant hammer of the Martial Saint on the other side smashed down. He had to raise his gun to block it, and at the same time, the protective true energy suddenly burst out, knocking the two men away.

The roar of dragons and tigers, Hunyuan protects the body!
But at the same time.

The previously fallen Spear Warrior has made a comeback.

Tuoba Junfeng continued to use palm techniques to entangle the opponent, while at the same time accumulating murderous intent, ready to draw his sword and kill at any time.

Repel two of them temporarily, and the other two will immediately take up their place.

This cycle continued for more than twenty rounds. No one could match Chen Sanshi in a one-on-one fight.

But they obviously realized this, so they didn't give him the chance to kill.

After all, they are all martial saints.

It is impossible for Chen Sanshi to play the game of exchanging injuries for injuries.

For a while, the situation reached a stalemate.

But stalemate!
This is good news for Hongze Camp!

because!

All the martial saints of the barbarians were fighting against General Chen.

This means that Hongze Camp no longer needs to face the Martial Saint!

And the mysterious phenomenon is complete.

They also have two.

Chen Sanshi is not here.

Wang Zhi replaced him as the leader of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry Tianmen Formation, while Chu Shixiong was a free man who checked for loopholes and filled in the gaps. Under such circumstances, the formation of 13,000 people operated flawlessly.

If.

The barbarian army was a dark tide.

Then the soldiers of Hongze Camp are like a sharp sword that splits the black tide and moves forward without stopping!

The giant ice and snow dragon roared and rushed across the wilderness, and countless barbarian soldiers turned into corpses as it rose and fell. The ten thousand Iron Pagodas had long been defeated, and the soldiers of the Hongze Camp, wearing frost armor, marched forward courageously, even though more barbarian soldiers were waiting for them ahead.

"boom--"

The fiftieth round.

The four Martial Saints attacked in turns. Although they did not fall into a disadvantage, they were unable to take down the man in white robe after such a long time. Not only that, this man even showed signs of becoming more courageous!
"Will this boy's true energy not be exhausted?!"

"impossible!"

"Tuoba Junfeng, why don't you draw your sword!"

The Dual Swords Martial Saint urged, "Don't you claim to be the greatest swordsman in the world? Even if you are a Martial Saint, you can draw your sword and kill! Why don't you draw your sword!"

"Shut up!"

"boom--"

Tuoba Junfeng shattered the attacking Qi with one palm, and staggered back while saying: "When it's time to draw the sword, I will draw it!"

He said this, but his expression was extremely solemn.

He had indeed killed a Martial Saint before.

But today, for some reason, facing the man in white, the speed at which the murderous intent built up was much slower, and I was not even sure I could kill him with one sword. Fortunately, I was about to build up enough murderous intent to use the sword.

As long as you draw your sword, everything will be easy.

His killing sword has a total of twelve moves, and the world only knows one of them. However, so far, no one has been able to make him use the subsequent moves.

"I knew you were unreliable!"

"Take a few more rounds to him!"

"I just don't believe his true power won't run out!"

"It seems you really hit the nail on the head."

"..."

Earlier, these barbarian martial saints had vaguely sensed that something was wrong. After fifty rounds, this feeling became even clearer. This fellow named Chen not only did not fall into defeat because of the round-robin battles, but became even more courageous.

This kind of bravery is not simply a strengthening of will, but also... true energy!
This person's true energy is becoming stronger and stronger!

It’s just...

An unprecedented wonder!
I've only heard of people becoming weaker due to consumption in battle, but I've never heard of people becoming stronger!
unless.

This guy hasn't used his full strength yet!

The dual-sword martial saint was already gritting his teeth and holding on.

Now, gradually, there are signs that it can no longer hold on.

He immediately felt like backing out.

And retreat!
It's a flaw!

Chen Sanshi seized this flaw in an instant. His true energy burst out with him as the center. The Zhenyue Sword swept out, temporarily forcing the other three to retreat. The Liquan Spear turned into a real dragon and rushed straight to the opponent.

By the time the Dual-Sword Martial Saint reacted, it was too late. He had no time to fight back and could only retreat and dodge until the True Dragon caught up with him. The True Dragon pierced his throat with a spear. The violent True Qi directly crushed his neck. He stood there with his head hung and died.

He can fight one against three and kill a Martial Saint!
It is well known that due to different qualifications, even warriors at the same level may have huge differences in strength.

But this is often applied to warriors below Xuan Xiang!

Warriors who can reach the Xuanxiang realm usually have good talents.

And the Martial Saint.

All of them are top geniuses!
Only after today will people know.

There are gaps between geniuses!
Tuoba Junfeng had been accumulating murderous intent since the two armies formed their battle lines. He was about to draw his sword, but when he saw this scene, the murderous intent he had been accumulating suddenly decreased by 20%, and he had to continue waiting.

Seeing that they were no match for the White Robe Warrior even if they rushed forward, the remaining few Martial Saints felt that the White Robe Warrior's strength was unfathomable and had no intention of continuing the battle.

"Rumble--"

Just then, on the top of the Langjuxu Mountain in front, a blood-red light visible to the naked eye shot up into the sky, reaching the clouds, completely illuminating the dark snowy battlefield in red, so that after the ice and snow and blood merged together, they could no longer be distinguished.

The blood sacrifice formation is about to be completed!
The last two hours!
In two days, all living things in Liangzhou will turn into blood, and not even a rat hiding in the gutter will be able to escape!

"almost!"

The Martial Saint holding the giant hammer heaved a sigh of relief as if hearing a signal to retreat, waving his weapon and saying, "It won't be long anyway, if you can't hold on, don't hold on any longer, just withdraw first and trap him with your army!
“Even if he can really fight his way to the top of the mountain, it will still consume a lot of energy!

“It won’t be too late to fight him then!
"As long as we can defend the altar!"

"You're right!"

Taking advantage of the gap when the Dual-Sword Martial Saint died in battle, the remaining three Martial Saints had already retreated more than a hundred feet and fled in different directions.

Chen Sanshi could see that the blood sacrifice formation was about to be completed. He knew that he did not have the time to hunt down several barbarian martial saints one by one. He also knew that these people were only temporarily dispersed and would have to guard the center of the formation in the end.

Everything has to be solved on the top of the mountain!
The spear and sword in his hands suddenly turned into two long spears, one Liquan spear and the other tiger-head Zhanjin spear. It was like he was catching a dragon with one hand and subduing a tiger with the other. Under the surging true energy, a tornado was formed. Wherever it passed, anyone who tried to stop him was turned into meat paste. He rushed towards the top of the mountain at the fastest speed.

Finally, one hour!
……

mountain top.

altar.

Several khans looked at the Martial Saints who had retreated in a panic, with only three left, and they all had looks of astonishment on their faces.

"absurd!"

"It's only been a short while since you killed two of the five Martial Saints!"

"We are all martial saints. You five can't beat one?!"

"..."

"Great Khan, forgive me!"

The three Martial Saints all knelt on one knee.

"Then Chen Sanshi..."

“I’m afraid it will take several years to break through to become a Martial Saint!”

"The level of Qi accumulation cannot possibly be a breakthrough just now!"

"The four of us teamed up to fight him in a round-robin battle, but we still couldn't wear him down to death!"

"Even among all the martial saints in the world, I'm afraid few can defeat him!"

"..."

"You fart!"

Tuoba Khan cursed, "That guy surnamed Chen, including his time in Poyang County, has only practiced martial arts for more than three years. Where did he get the years of accumulation? He has only been able to break through to the Martial Saint realm for half a year at most! You guys, you dare to call yourself warriors of my Celestial Clan! How can you be worthy of the word 'Saint' of Martial Saint!"

"Brother Tuoba is right!"

Murong Khan was heartbroken at the loss of the Martial Saint, and he vented his anger on the others: "Let alone Chen Sanshi, I think even if Lu Ji or Jiang Yuanbo came today, you wouldn't be able to resist!"

"Don't be angry, everyone."

Khan Duan said, "There is only one hour left, and they still need to fight their way to the top of the mountain. How can they make it in time?"

"not good!"

Yuwen Jinglian pointed down the mountain and said, "If we let him kill us like this, our Celestial Clan army will be disintegrated. How can we stop him?"

See it from their perspective.

The man in white robe holding two guns passed through as if he was in an empty space. No one could resist him. In addition, the Barbarian Martial Saint was not there to support him. If there was no huge reward, he would have fled long ago.

"Bastard!"

Tuoba Hongxin shouted, "Why don't you fight back quickly? Even if you die today, you must stop him!"

Several Martial Saints also felt dissatisfied.

After being scolded, he felt unworthy of the title of Martial Saint.

Those who can become a martial saint naturally have ambition.

The previous retreat was actually more out of rational considerations. After all, the purpose of this battle was to protect the altar, not simply out of fear of death.

But these words obviously stimulated their hearts deeply.

Now he is full of energy and is really ready to fight back.

"it is good!"

"You and I, three of us, will go and hold the fort!"

"..."

"and many more!"

Just now.

The Wushen Cult's high priest who was maintaining the formation on the altar finally spoke: "There are other monks nearby. The three of you will stay here to guard the center of the formation. Don't go down the mountain again. There must be no accidents at the center of the formation."

"High Priest?"

Tuoba Hongxin said: "But someone has to hold the fort, right?"

"Count on you?!"

The high priest sneered. He looked at the giant ice dragon that had killed its way halfway up the mountain and said, "Does Chen really think that he is the only one with the heavenly book that can amplify the military formation, and that the ancient demon clan's immortal master has no other means?"

He waved his sleeves and a formation plate appeared out of thin air in his hand.

After pinching the fingers and chanting the mantra.

The formation plate was suspended in the air, and then it actually merged directly with the altar.

All of a sudden.

Waves of black fog gushed out from the evil veins, and in less than a cup of tea, they covered an area of ​​dozens of miles, shrouding the entire snowy battlefield and all the barbarian soldiers.

"This is?!"

Tuoba Hongxin was surprised and suspicious.

"After this formation."

The high priest explained slowly, "Not only are the people in Hongze Camp not afraid of death, but the warriors of my Celestial Clan will also enter a crazy state of fearlessness and undauntedness."

"Great!"

Duan, holding a spear, said: "As long as the army does not collapse, I don't believe that Chen Sanshi can kill us from the army of 100,000!"

"Even if I can, how much energy will be left?!"

"..."

……

"boom--"

On the battlefield.

There is no Martial Saint to support us.

Chen Sanshi, holding two guns, killed people like cutting grass.

one thousand!
two thousand!

Three thousand!

His true energy is endless, and after taking the fasting pill, he will only feel sleepy but not exhausted!
The Hongze Camp followed closely behind him.

Equally unstoppable!
Under such powerful force, fear appeared on the faces of the barbarian soldiers. Most of them just hesitated with their weapons in hand and dared not move forward.

The next step is defeat!

After the great defeat.

They will be able to reach the top of the mountain as quickly as possible.

It just happened to be at this time.

Black fog filled the space between heaven and earth.

The black mist transformed into small black bugs and drilled into the seven orifices of the barbarian soldiers. Only the soldiers of Hongze Camp were protected by the mysterious energy and were not attacked.

"What the hell is this?!"

This scene.

It is visible to the naked eye of mortals.

Wang Zhi pulled the knife out of the enemy's body and looked up at the black fog in the sky.

I saw.

After being baptized by the black fog.

The barbarian soldiers, who had already begun to retreat and were on the verge of collapse, suddenly fell into a state of madness. Their eyes were red, their movements were threatening, and they fought forward with roars and looked like mad beasts.

"Oh no! It must be a witchcraft!"

Chu Shixiong gritted his teeth and said, "These people are not afraid of death!"

"So..."

After the battle, Cao Zhi was already exhausted and panting: "Isn't it impossible to make them collapse? If they don't collapse, how can we go up the mountain?

In front.

There are still more than 60,000 barbarian troops, and more than 20,000 pursuers behind.

When the enemy is as fearless as "zombies" and has no fear of death, they have no way to retreat. The only way is to kill!

Kill them!

Kill as many people as try to stop us!

"Om-"

In front of Hongze Camp.

Under the blood-red sky, a silver spear was raised high.

"Hongze Camp!"

"charge!"

"I."

"Open the way for you!"

Spears swept across.

Thousands of troops were crushed!

Under the surge of true energy, no matter how many enemies there are in front of him, they will all be turned into meat paste and body parts.

"Well done!"

In the [Unparalleled] state, Chen Sanshi felt the layers of fighting spirit accumulating and realized what it meant to have endless amplification. As long as he didn't fall down, he could keep accumulating strength!
previously.

He wasn't completely sure.

Because Chen Sanshi knew.

On this Langjuxu Mountain, there will at least be a person in the late stage of Qi training or even in the perfect stage of Qi training to take charge.

after all.

This has been their plan for decades.

Even if Chen Sanshi is a powerful Martial Saint, he is still a Martial Saint after all.

Theoretically speaking, the combat capability is roughly equal to that of the middle stage of Qi Refining. If you really face off against the late stage of Qi Refining, what are the chances of winning even if you use all the spells?

but!
Since the barbarians are not defeated, we must stop them here.

That's just the right way to kill all the way and build up the unparalleled fighting spirit to the limit!
The commander of a battalion personally cleared the way for his subordinates.

The soldiers of Hongze Camp were excited to an unprecedented level.

Wang Zhi's face was grim, as if he was also affected by the black fog, and he roared:

"Hongze Camp!"

"charge!"

"kill--"

Five thousand!

Eight thousand!

Ten thousand people!

Kill the enemies, more than ten thousand!
In the end, the blood of the enemies collided with the protective true qi, almost forming a blood wall. Chen Sanshi had long forgotten how many people he had killed. He only knew that his vision was getting narrower and narrower, so narrow that only the altar on the top of the mountain was left.

His Liquan Spear was filled with fighting spirit and murderous intent. Anything that stood in his way, whether living or dead, would be destroyed!

Five miles!

Two miles!

One hundred steps!

at last!

Under the eyes of the four great Khans of the barbarians.

Under the horrified eyes of the three barbarian martial saints.

Under the surprised eyes of the high priest of the Wushen Cult.

Dressed in white, holding two spears, stepping on the river of blood, and with endless fighting spirit, he climbed to the top of the mountain!
There was dead silence in front of the altar!
They just.

What did you see?!

A man in white robe killed over ten thousand enemies!

Not only did he kill over ten thousand enemies!

Moreover, he managed to reach the altar intact!
There has never been a record of killing so many enemies in the history books.

But it is not impossible.

After all, the world is vast.

Perhaps Emperor Sheng's father Cao Xie could do it.

Perhaps the legend that is marked as the greatest martial saint of all time can also do it.

The reason why this did not happen in actual combat is, firstly, because it is impossible to kill that number of people. Any army would collapse and be defeated, and there would be no chance to kill so many people face to face. Secondly, without a top-level combat force, one would beat oneself to exhaustion and run the risk of others taking advantage of one's strength.

but!
This white robe, relying on the Martial Saint realm, can not only kill more than ten thousand enemies, but also...

There is no sign of exhaustion!
That's right!

He is not exhausted yet!

Tuoba Junfeng and others saw with their own eyes how he fought his way from the bottom of the mountain to the top in less than two hours. Their initial fantasy of exhausting him to death was completely shattered.

Even if a man is made of iron, he should be exhausted when there are 4,000 to 5,000 people. This is still understandable.

Kill ten thousand people!
What a concept!
They are both martial saints, why is the gap between them so huge?

"Time for the last cup of tea."

The High Priest of the Wushen Cult maintained the formation and gave orders to the several Martial Saints in front of him: "Why don't you stop him? Or do you need my help?!"

To his surprise.

The three Martial Saints were not afraid, but took the initiative to meet them.

They were indeed shocked, but not afraid. All they felt was refusal to accept and confusion.

Practicing martial arts all his life.

What they saw today almost completely destroyed the martial arts realm they had constructed in the past.

The three of them didn't understand how someone could do such a thing.

Again.

Those who can achieve the realm of Martial Saint all have their own pride.

When someone takes away this pride, life becomes less important to them.

"I do not believe!"

"I don't believe it!"

The martial saint holding the giant hammer looked like he was in a state of collapse, and his voice was filled with crazy tears: "I have been practicing martial arts for forty-eight years, and what I saw today is unprecedented!"

"Yes!"

The Martial Saint holding the spear also burst out all his true energy and walked forward with the determination to die: "If I hide today, how can I have the face to tell others that I am a Martial Saint!"

Tuoba Junfeng didn't say anything.

But the sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed.

Full of murderous intent!
"Keng——"

Suddenly.

Three Martial Saints.

With the martial arts they had acquired through their life's hard work, they attacked with all their might, charging towards the man in white robe in front of them.

respond to theirs.

It was a dragon's roar that cut through the black fog!

"boom--"

Wait until the dust settles.

All I saw were three figures, kneeling and dead.

A man in a white robe walked out from among them, holding a Liquan spear in his hand. With a tsunami-like true energy and the fighting spirit accumulated from killing more than ten thousand enemies, he slowly walked towards the high priest of the Wushen Cult on the altar.

(End of this chapter)