Xuanxia

Chapter 1102 Breakout
"Good luck."

On the tower in the city, Hong Ruohai listened to the thunder coming from afar and a smile appeared on his face.

Anqiu City was surrounded by a thick ghost aura. One could not see anything outside or what was happening in the outside world. People like Zhao Hao who had not yet entered the cave heaven realm could not perceive anything at all.

"what happened?"

Zhao Hao listened to the thunder with his ears tilted: "Is there something special about this thunder?"

"It's very important. You've been to the Xuanmeng Ceremony, so you must have heard the thunder." Hong Ruohai smiled, threw his cloak, and walked down the tower: "Pass on my military order, assemble the army, and prepare to break out!"

Zhao Hao stood there in a daze, scratching his head.

"I've been to the Xuanmeng Ceremony. I should have heard of this thunder."

He muttered a few words, and suddenly his pupils condensed, and he said with great joy: "The chaotic immortal thunder! Fu Qingzhou is here!"

At this time, Hong Ruohai was holding the hilt of the broad sword at his waist and walking down the tower steadily.

Zhao Hao did not dare to delay and hurriedly followed the old marshal downstairs.

The ghostly aura outside the city was still strong, surging like thick ink, trying to completely devour Anqiu City.

Hong Ruohai strode to the city gate, looked up at the sky obscured by ghostly aura, and took a deep breath.

"Bang the drum!"

Hong Ruohai's voice exploded in the city wall!
His voice was so powerful that it seemed to carry an invisible force that it actually overwhelmed the rumbling thunder coming from afar.

"Everyone gather! Is there a little girl under the covers? Why are you all still curled up there?!"

The sound was like the ringing of a huge bell, echoing throughout the city.

When the Northern Frontier soldiers, who were already half dead, heard this familiar and majestic voice, a look of surprise flashed across their faces.

They supported each other, forced themselves to move towards the street from all corners with their exhausted bodies. Although their steps were staggering and their faces were haggard, a hint of fighting spirit gradually ignited in their eyes.

Three days...

They were tortured for three days, and Marshal Hong disappeared for three days.

Now that the Marshal is here today, I guess... there must be a way!
Soon, hundreds of thousands of Northern Frontier troops were barely assembled on the streets of the town.

Despite the torture, the Northern Frontier Army was still the Northern Frontier Army after all. Compared with the life-and-death battles they had experienced, this kind of torture was nothing.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers in armor and holding guns gradually filled the entire street. Hong Ruohai, who was on the city gate, looked down and saw a vast sea of ​​black iron!
He looked down at the demoralized soldiers below and said in a deep voice: "Men of the Northern Frontier! Foreign aid has arrived!"

The soldier raised his sword high, pointing it directly at the place in the sky in the distance where the lightning in the gap of the evil spirit was the strongest: "Follow me, and kill through the ghost formation!"

The twelve war drums hanging on the city walls roared at the same time.

Amid the flying fragments of cowhide drumheads, a dark red blood mist had enveloped the entire city wall - that was the blood mark between Hong Ruohai's eyebrows, which slowly lit up.

As the mark between his eyebrows lit up, the bloody marks of military tactics also lit up between the eyebrows of the hundreds of thousands of assembled Northern Frontier troops.

The originally weakened blood and energy seemed to be injected with a new force and gradually recovered.

The soldiers straightened their backs a little, there was more spirit in their eyes, and they looked more energetic.

"go!"

Hong Ruohai shouted loudly, his voice like thunder: "Open the city gate!"

The city gate burst open.

The heavy cavalry who rushed out first roared, their blood boiling. The eyes of the horses under them turned red, and when their iron hooves stepped on the ground, they left burning blood marks on the bluestone slabs.

Zhao Hao has a lot of cultivation, so naturally he also follows them into the battle to kill the enemy, but he has no knowledge of military tactics, and cannot resonate with the army. Even now he can still feel the spear in his hand humming uncontrollably, and where the tip of the spear points, the ghost fog actually melts away like boiling soup poured on snow!
At the moment when they led their troops into the ghost formation, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket flashed across the sky, sweeping across their front like a sword that could split the sky.

Wherever the lightning flashed, the ghost cultivators were instantly killed before they could even show their faces in front of the Northern Frontier Army, and they turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.

The light of lightning illuminated Hong Ruohai's face, and he laughed loudly, "My men! Go and kill the enemy together with the thunder!"

"Kill ah ah ah!"

The soldiers from the Northern Frontier roared to the sky!

Their blood and energy gathered together in the charge and turned into a raging blood-red torrent that swept towards the ghost cultivators. Wherever it passed, the ghost cultivators were submerged and let out miserable cries.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the sky!
"break!"

Suddenly, heaven and earth became bright.

The dark clouds that had covered the city for three days were torn apart by the lightning, and everyone could clearly see the sun surrounded by purple lightning hanging in the clouds.

Zhao Hao's Adam's apple rolled - that was not the sun, it was clearly Fu Qingzhou hanging upside down in the air, like a god, with the sword of virtue in his hand pulling thousands of lightning snakes!

"Mom..."

Zhao Hao was surprised and asked, "This kid has become stronger again?"

But the battle is naturally not that simple.

The bloody torrent condensed by the Northern Frontier Army's military skills collided with the ghost formation. At that moment, dozens of earth dragons suddenly arched up from the ground. Countless corpses broke out of the ground wherever those earth dragons passed, with rotten hands still tightly grasping the swords they used to fight in life... They were actually the Xishuo Army that died in the previous battle with the Northern Frontier Army!
"Hey, Lao Fu, drop some bombs and blow up these things too!"

Zhao Hao roared and swept the two zombies to pieces with his spear, but he saw Hong Ruohai had already charged into the depths of the enemy camp alone. Every time he swung his sword, a waterfall of blood arose. He was like a blood dragon, charging forward without hindrance.

But at this moment, he vaguely sensed something strange... The ghost cultivators around him seemed to be getting stronger, and their attacks were becoming more fierce.

The enemy that he could destroy with one shot before was now able to block his attack; the heavy cavalry of the Northern Frontier Army that had been charging back and forth and was an unstoppable torrent of steel was now surrounded by a group of ghost cultivators and unable to leave...

"Marshal Hong! Why is this ghost cultivator becoming more and more powerful?"

He stretched his neck and roared.

Hong Ruohai had no time to pay attention to Zhao Hao.

After killing a group of ghost cultivators with one sword, he suddenly raised his head - he saw a black shadow rising into the sky against the thunder waterfall in the gap torn by the lightning. Nine netherworld ghost fires were wrapped around that person, and even the thunder was dyed ink-black wherever he passed.

Hong Ruohai's intuition told him that the man was not weaker than himself?!
When did a Black Star Realm ghost cultivator appear in the Xishuo Army? !

However, Fu Qingzhou's condition doesn't seem to be very good.

Although he looked like a god, holding up a sword to draw lightning, the aura on his body... Hong Ruohai could feel that Fu Qingzhou was becoming tired and weak!
Without hesitation, Hong Ruohai knew what he should do.

The sword flew out of his hand and turned into a blood dragon. He stepped on the dragon's horns and leaped into the sky. His cloak fluttered in the strong wind, as if it was roaring.

"Young man!"

Amid the blood dragon's long roar, Hong Ruohai's speed became even faster than lightning!

In just a moment, he crossed a distance of nearly a thousand steps and collided with the ghost cultivator like a meteor rising from the ground!
Fu Qingzhou, who was at the center of the thunder and whose hair was scorched and curled by lightning, lowered his head weakly.

"Hurry up and chop!"

The smoker's roar seemed a little distorted amid the tinnitus: "If you don't chop it off, you're done!"

In Fu Qingzhou's pupils, there was only the black ghost shadow approaching at an extremely fast speed, and Hong Ruohai who was approaching the ghost shadow at an even faster speed.

"It's not necessary..."

he chuckled.

(End of this chapter)