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Chapter 323: Great Victory (asking for monthly ticket)

Under the horrified gaze of Long Han'er and others, this large army suddenly moved. The previous pause was only for a brief adjustment of the formation. Sometimes, the enemy's galloping momentum stopped not to stop, but to aim better.

It's like a thousand-foot-high peak suddenly collapses.

In the desert epic, the goddess of the snow mountains had only this much momentum when she got angry.

The sound seemed to be taken away and disappeared in an instant.

In other words, when the sound rises from tranquility to the extreme in an instant, there will be a strange silence in the ears. The majestic war horses move forward, and the golden scimitar cavalry disperses in an instant, drawing out their sharp blades.

All she could hear in her ears was a sharp buzzing sound, and the world seemed to be drifting away from her. Long Han'er's beautiful face turned pale. She relied on her martial arts to pull out the sword at her waist, and her fourth-level internal strength was instantly raised.

As a saint in the Demon Sect, her martial arts are even stronger than Nangong Wumeng's when she was in the Yin-Yang Rotating Sect. She is not very old, but at this age, a saint of a top sect has fame, status, strength and means in the world.

He can be compared with the Taoist disciples and the young masters of major sects.

She had also dealt with individual cavalrymen and the elite Central Plains front-line combat regiments.

This knife was wielded by a person who had cultivated the Heavenly Demon's Dancing Sword Technique to the highest level. It could disturb people's minds, conceal murderous intent, and tear out thousands of sword beams. Those who were killed did not know how they died. Her movements were as ethereal as a fairy dancing or a fairy scattering flowers.

She possesses many secret skills and hidden magic weapons. The weapon in her hand was made for her by a master in the martial arts world. Just because of her unparalleled beauty, the master forgery who has lived a pure life fell deeply in love with her and was obsessed with her.

She also has intricate ties with the geniuses of the Taoist sect in the Central Plains, the young heroes in the martial arts world, and the nobles in the royal palace.

She possesses the same means and experiences as the charming and attractive heroine who is both good and evil in the storytellers' stories and is even more legendary. It can be predicted that as long as she does not die, her name will be known in the world of martial arts in the next few decades.

Then her opponent is——

simple.

An army of one hundred thousand.

The moment she raised the weapons, the low hum of steel was like the whisper of gods in heaven. Long Han'er gripped the weapons tightly. A cold light appeared on the weapons, which was extremely condensed. Her graceful body was covered with a layer of internal energy armor.

There was even a faint celestial bird circling beside her.

This is the Shen Yun-level martial arts in the world.

In an instant, the aura surged and almost reached the fifth level.

Just as she was mobilizing her internal energy to complete the secret technique, the army had arrived. With an overwhelming murderous aura, she swung with all her might. This blow, which gathered all her strength, collided with the long and sharp scimitar in the hands of a foreign general.

boom! ! !
Long Haner felt all the meridians in her body tremble.

But she blocked it!

At this moment, a glimmer of hope for survival arose.

But almost the next moment, the second knife came slashing over. Long Han'er blocked the knife again, and then her body was deflected and crashed into the flying horses. Her internal energy was already trembling from this knife.

Then came the third knife, and the fourth knife.

Driven by the great trend, the qi of the army was connected. In an instant, a group of golden scimitar cavalry passed by, slashing out with their swords one after another, continuously. When it came to the thirty-third sword, there was a flaw in Long Haner's internal energy.

Immediately, the continuous blades further weakened her internal energy.

She couldn't even survive the charge of three thousand golden scimitar cavalry.

Finally, she saw a resolute blade light in her eyes, almost like a dancing wind, which bumped against her blade and then spun up. Her internal energy was forcibly created a gap. Her body was stiff, and she watched the not-so-fast blade fall on her neck.

The last thing she saw was that the Lord of Agni City was stabbed in the heart by the leading general. He was forced out of the shadow's wonderful lightness skill, and the spear tip pierced out from his back and fell to the ground, where he was trampled into a pulp by the continuous iron cavalry.

She didn't even get to meet the leader, Tianger.

The last thing he saw was a young girl with her hood up, not far from the commander, and her silver hair swaying slightly.

Long Haner's vision fell into eternal darkness.

This elite noble guard of more than a thousand people did not even make a splash in front of the 100,000 people and was directly destroyed by the charge of the Golden Scimitar Cavalry, which was much more powerful than them.

Nangong Wumeng was among the detachment, and saw these nobles of Agni City carrying carts of gold, silver, and artifacts, many of which were of very good quality, proving that -

She was attracted at first sight.

I think these are good stuff!

Then this must be the best thing.

Nangong Wumeng thought confidently and estimated in his heart that this was a huge sum of money!
That guy will definitely...

The flag ahead is waving forward.

Li Guanyi's eyes never fell on the tempting gold for a moment.

At this moment, he ignored the so-called wealth, gold and silver, and even the statues of humanity accumulated by the Demon Sect. He rode on a warhorse with the blood of an exotic beast, his eyes seemed to have a dragon, staring at the city not far away.

Nangong Wumeng was quiet for a moment, then he stroked his black hair and muttered:
"Now he doesn't look like a poor fellow."

The morale of the 100,000-man army soared again as they abandoned their spoils.

He directly used the blood of the nobles of Agni City to unlock the evil spirit and enter a charging posture.

The mysteries of the formations of the famous Central Plains school of thought and the military strategists were fully unfolded. The speed, strength and defense of this army began to continuously rise with the charge and the soaring morale.

Like a rolling stone rushing down the mountain.

And finally, the first enemy stood in the way of this army.

You will encounter an unmatched blow.

The army rushed forward in a charging posture under the guidance of the Central Plains battle formation. Li Guanyi held the war spear, and the characteristics of the Jiuzhou Ding were activated. The charm of the Tiger Roaring Sky Battle Halberd was already reflected in this heavy mixed iron spear.

The roaring tiger, the halberd and the mythical beast, the fire unicorn, are the symbols of Li Guanyi, the Marquis of Qin.

But strategically, [Li Guanyi] cannot appear in the Western Regions.

No problem.

However, start all over again and rebuild the old country!

The golden royal seal on his waist lit up, and Li Guanyi's consciousness seemed to be empty, in harmony with the entire army, as if he had no self. He mobilized the troops according to the battle formations of the Central Plains. When Li Guanyi was leading an army of 100,000, he suddenly understood what [military situation] was.

The so-called situation is not just the army led by oneself.

The celestial phenomena, geographical features, morale, enemy and our own will to fight, and the situation are all situations.

The military situation is also an extremely mysterious military principle.

It doesn't mean to just charge into the battle regardless of everything.

Before the war, many strategies and tactics are used to make one's side occupy a high position, while the opponent's fighting spirit is low, just like one is at a high point and the other is at a low point. Then, at the most critical moment, one leads the army with high morale to suddenly attack and kill.

The so-called situation does not refer to military situation.

But it is the general trend of the world!
Take advantage of the situation and be invincible!
General Xue, now I finally understand the art of war.

Li Guanyi held the spear, and when he understood this moment, his train of thought changed, and his mind suddenly became empty. He knew that leading an army was not about controlling every part, but about making a hundred thousand people united with him.

Let everyone pursue the same goal and obey orders.

Like a landslide and tsunami, from top to bottom, it is as aggressive as fire and as powerful as thunder.

It is the best military situation.

When he understood this moment, Li Guanyi restrained his own spirit instead. He was no longer so rigid in controlling the momentum of the 100,000-man army. He just guided them instead of controlling them. His mind was empty for a moment. Strangely enough, after that, the momentum of the 100,000-man army became more turbulent and more natural.

Like mercury pouring out on the ground.

Li Guanyi's mind also calmed down.

It's not like controlling one's own fingers, but it's like controlling the collapsing mountain and going with the flow.

No more tension.

While speeding across the Western Regions, Li Guanyi heard the whistling of a strong wind. He raised his head and followed the sound, and saw that something unexpected had suddenly happened in the direction of the city.

The desert wind and sand swirled and roared as they gathered together. The sky seemed to have lowered. Two huge storms with different directions gathered in the same place and turned into a huge tornado vortex.

It connects to the city of Agni below and to the vast sky above.

The vast sky of the Western Regions was pressing down.

The clouds were sucked by the huge storm, and the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere. Li Guanyi looked at the huge sandstorm vortex that covered almost half of Agni City and murmured: "...!! Is this, a formation?!"

"The senior was separated from us for a month just to..."

"Have you completed this formation?"

Li Guanyi looked at the terrifying sandstorm vortex that was almost as powerful as celestial phenomena, and was a little dazed for a moment. It was unexpected that his personal martial arts could reach such a level, so magnificent, almost as good as his great-grandfather's sword.

The city of Agni stands alone in the land of the Western Regions.

A hundred thousand troops were galloping like thunder, with magnificent momentum; and in one part of the city, the storm became more and more violent, and suddenly, it seemed that the collision between the clouds in the sky and two different sandstorms reached an extreme.

A white light flashed before everyone's eyes.

The white light shone in the eye sockets and took three breaths to dissipate.

In the huge tornado, streaks of lightning were running and roaring.

What followed was a continuous low vibration that seemed to make the brain dazed. Li Guanyi's military momentum was slightly affected. The people in the desert were all afraid of the power of heaven and worshipped the gods in the sky and the goddesses on the snow-capped mountains.

Storms, thunder, cities. When leading the army towards these, the thunder falling from the sky would be enough to have a huge impact on any army in the Western Regions. Even Li Guan's troops at this moment would have their morale plummeted.

They had great trust in Li Guanyi, but it was not greater than the legends and the majesty of the gods that they had heard since childhood.

Almost at the moment when the people of these tribes began to hesitate.

Pojun has reacted.

The young counselor spread his arms and shouted loudly: "This is the wrath of the gods!"

"When we come, all the sandstorms will retreat!"

"In the Western Regions, Tianger, the hero bestowed by heaven on the earth and the people, leads his people to attack the city. Look at the thunder. It's the gods in the sky beating the drums to cheer for our righteous army!!!"

Yaoguang's eyes glowed with a faint silver color, and she used magical means to transmit Pojun's voice to every place within the reach of Li Guanyi's army.

Not only was morale not affected, but it soared further.

The sandstorm almost covered the entire city.

The yellow sand is endless and the day is dim!
Everyone knows that the leader of the formation cannot be given enough time to prepare, but no one can say it out loud. What if the time is agreed upon in advance and the leader of the formation is given enough time to prepare?

What kind of situation will you face.

It was as terrifying as the sword of a sword madman and the army of a god of war.

Old Siming stood there, holding the black tortoise in front of him, and felt his white hair rising up towards the sky, with many of them wilted. Old Siming reached out and pinched his hair, and a tiny arc of electricity exploded between his fingers and hair.

There was a crackling sound.

A little numb.

But, oh, interesting.

Old Siming was having a lot of fun playing with this electric arc.

Finally, he felt that even his body was a little numb, so he stopped doing it. He just grinned and stared at the sky with the old black turtle, at the vast formation covering the entire city, and murmured:
"Fishing is for real."

"No, why are you bothering..."

"Old buddy, tell me, why do some people, knowing that this guy's weakness is his daughter, stay away from her and take good care of her, while others, knowing that his weakness is his daughter, want to use his daughter to control him?"

There was a genuine confusion on Old Siming's face:

"How dare they?!"

The old black tortoise pondered, "I don't know." "Just like I don't know why someone would use his own magic as a shield."

Old Siming laughed heartily: "What a coincidence!"

"I do not know either!"

As he spoke, he picked up the black tortoise and blocked a piece of stone that was rolled up and smashed down. With a clang, a white spot appeared on the black tortoise's shell. Old Sima Ming was not very particular. He exhaled, spat into his palm, and rubbed it with a crunching sound.

The white mark on the black turtle's back disappeared.

There was a look of melancholy on the black tortoise's face.

Whale fishermen travel along the way, taking into account the weather, terrain, and storms.

He guided the celestial phenomena of the entire Western Desert all the way and finally detonated them here. Although he borrowed the power of heaven and earth, the formation was based on ingenuity and imagination, and he used the power to form a formation at will. This was Si Wei's realm.

But if I follow the will of heaven and take advantage of the geographical location to make use of it for my own benefit, it will be a legendary state.

However, Old Sima Ming also knew the other side of this arrogant whale fisherman. This sandstorm only looked scary, but in fact it had little killing power. It was only meant to scare hundreds of thousands of people in the city back home to hide, so as to avoid hurting innocent people when taking revenge.

The whale fisherman was born a beggar, and although he was harsh in words, his men could distinguish between the innocent and those who deserved to be killed. He also knew the temperament of most of the people, and knew that if he were to be a hero in the martial arts world, it would be useless to try to persuade them before a duel.

It is better to raise a storm and they will hide well.

Old Siming saw a monk from the Central Plains sitting cross-legged with a cup of tea and a long stick beside him. He thought he looked familiar and asked, "Little monk, you look familiar."

The monk looked at him with surprise on his face and said:

"Is it the Yin-Yang Sect of the Academy, Master Siming?"

The old Siming was very proud and said, "Oh, you know me!"

The monk said cheerfully, "Yes, everyone in the academy knows you."

"Senior Si Wei used to say every day that you are an old man who is afraid to fight and a Yin-Yang master who uses magic as a shield."

Old Siming: “…………”

The old Siming coughed dryly and changed the subject, saying:

"Why don't you hide?"

The monk drank a mouthful of the scalding hot tea, puffed out his chest, and said proudly:

"I am at the highest level of Thirteen Horizontal Training!"

"Invulnerable to fire and water!"

"You don't have to put down the scalding hot tea like this!"

"Of course there is no need to hide."

With a clang, a stone stained with thunder fell on the monk and shattered him directly. Strands of blue electric patterns moved across his body. His eyebrows stood up, but he didn't say a word. His muscular body was truly one of the best in the world.

Old Siming's eyes lit up and he praised, "So amazing?!"

The monk nodded.

Old Siming thought about it and hid behind the monk.

He used the monk as a shield and patted him: "You are really awesome!"

The monk raised his head proudly.

Old Siming said: "It is indeed extremely powerful, much better than me!"

The corners of the monk's mouth curled up.

Black Turtle sighed, patted the monk with horizontal training, and felt a little pity in his heart.

Hello, Shield Two.

I am your senior.

Old Siming made sure that he was safe before he looked up to see the changes. In the storm, the silver-haired man had his sleeves fluttering, but he was just sitting cross-legged in the air. He raised his hand and grabbed, and the files in the Demon Sect’s headquarters were flipped up and flew up.

Ji Zongcheng stood in the Demon Sect's formation. The original secret room and luxurious courtyard had all been uncovered. People all over the world said that the formation leader's formation was powerful, but his swordsmanship, boxing, and internal strength were not as good as the other three.

I just found out today.

So saying——

Simply, bullshit!

The silver-haired man was almost like a human-shaped beast, who came directly from the main road. The disciple of the Demon Sect was pressed down by him with a palm, and his head was pressed directly into his chest. He did not die immediately, but died of fright when he saw his own heart.

Or he would directly hit the top of the head and pull out the spine, causing the person to collapse and die on the ground. With a roll of his sleeves, the crossbow arrows from hundreds of mechanical crossbows would be reversed and shot into a sieve.

The leader's internal strength, swordsmanship, boxing, and body movements are not as good as those of the others.

is true.

But the person who made such a comment never said it.

His internal strength and unique skills are only inferior to these few.

Seeing this now, Ji Zongcheng was also nervous, but he still calmed down, occupied this formation, mobilized the remaining human luck, and said loudly: "Young master of the formation, do you still remember me?"

"When I was famous in the martial arts world, you were just a young boy."

"You killed my son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and grandson's wife that day. I have a deep blood feud with you. Today, I will use this city-wide formation to challenge you, the formation leader, for a lesson!"

The whale fisherman lowered his eyes and didn't pay any attention to Ji Zongcheng.

He just picked up the file, which was densely packed with the names of the core members of the Demon Sect. Ji Zongcheng was still puzzled, but he saw the legend of the world and said lightly: "Sang Wenyue."

This is the name of a person from the Western Regions, a guest official of the Demon Sect.

When his name was called, he subconsciously moved and lowered his head, but he was already in the formation. A storm swept him up, and the next moment, with a roar, the formation collided and exploded with a thunder.

The purple thunder crashed down, smashing his head directly, killing him to the point of being dead.

The whale fisherman moved his fingers and slowly read the second name.

After hearing a name, a middle-level leader of the Demon Sect was swept up and killed by thunder. The legendary man in black robe, who was sitting cross-legged in the storm, had flying silver hair. He came here not to preach, nor even just to take revenge.

He has only one purpose -

Not killing.

Instead.

Killing!

Pointing out a name, like the name of the King of Hell, those who were swept up were all blasted to death. Ji Zongcheng looked at this scene with bloodshot eyes. He raised his heroic spirit, called on the majesty of this great formation, and said: "I will be your opponent!!!"

The formation is activated, boundless, vast, majestic, and mysterious to the extreme.

The whale fisherman's fingers dropped calmly.

The boundless formation collapsed in an instant.

Ji Zongcheng was attacked by the formation and spurted blood. His heroic spirit and bravery seemed to be shattered at this moment. At this moment, he realized the gap between himself and the martial arts legend. Seeing the silver-haired man said indifferently:
"Who do you think you are?"

"You are not worthy to talk to me."

He looked at Ji Zongcheng, paused, and said lightly:
"Just a dog that lived for more than two hundred years."

Ji Zongcheng's inner defenses were instantly shattered, but facing the whale fisherman who was almost openly showing off his power and killing, he clenched his fists and suddenly shouted: "You can kill me, but you can't humiliate me!!!"

Xiangliu's Dharma image exploded.

But at this time, there was no sound of thunder, but there was a loud thunder.

The whale fisherman's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he raised his head to look into the distance.

A dark yellow wave suddenly rose from the place where the sky and the earth met on the horizon. There were defenders on the city walls, holding bows and crossbows. They were abandoned by the high-ranking officials of the Demon Sect and the nobles of Agni City.

But these archers saw a dim line in the distance.

In their entire lives, they had never left the desert, never been to the Central Plains, and never seen the waves in the Central Plains.

But at this moment, they were here, seeing a scene that seemed like a tide in the south of the Yangtze River. Thousands of troops were charging forward in unison. The thunder in the sky was the pinnacle of the world, and the thunder on the earth was the heroes of the world raising their arms.

The guard trembled, but still drew his bow.

Thousands of archers, including those who bought crossbows from the Central Plains at high prices, opened their bows. The guards' eyes were full of bloodshot as they looked at the army charging like thunder, with smoke and dust billowing. They knew that everything they were doing at this moment was a joke.

But as the defender, he could not leave when the nobles left.

Even when facing such an invincible enemy, we cannot run away, because there is a city behind us.

He waved his hands violently, his eyes red, and shouted: "Shoot!!!"

A rain of arrows was shot out, which could almost be regarded as the mighty momentum of thousands of arrows fired at the same time, but at this moment it seemed so small and powerless. Li Guanyi raised his hand and looked at the falling rain of arrows, holding up the weapon in his hand.

After the crazy charge, the military battle formation was finally formed.

The wind covers the formation!
The breathing is connected, the qi is connected, with Li Guanyi as the core, a stream of wind seems to appear, resisting the arrows and making them deviate in direction, as if it was knocking away the rain of arrows head-on.

This is one of the basic battle formations of the Central Plains military strategists, but it is also one of the battle formations with the highest upper limit. It can resist sword energy and rain of arrows. But at this moment, the golden royal seal on Li Guanyi's waist shook.

Li Guanyi focused his mind and body, as if he had glimpsed another change in the formation.

So, the turbulent wind at this time flowed and changed, turning into the low roar of a tiger. Three hundred years ago, the military formation that the Tuyuhun King was most proficient in was "Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger". This was the Tiger Soul Wind Roaring Formation.

The violent wind twisted and turned, as if it had transformed into a huge and boundless tiger. This was the existence like a warrior's Dharma image that was born after the famous general and the army's strength came into harmony.

With the momentum of 100,000 men, Li Guanyi's tiger-like soldier soul raised its head and roared.

It seems to have reappeared from three hundred years ago and settled in this future age.

The falling rain of arrows froze in the wind.

Li Guanyi's heart was beating violently, almost instinctively. He raised the spear in his hand and wanted to shout to the wind, but this was not the Central Plains. He followed the power of the Tiger King Seal and shouted loudly the name of the Charge from the Western Regions.

The fighting spirit of the 100,000 people behind them reached its peak. They put down their swords in unison.

Pick up the bow.

An arrow was shot forward, the arrow flowed in the wind, and the tiger rushed forward with a roar, forming the tiger's hair. Then the illusory tiger walked out of the void and became real.

Li Guanyi controlled the army with the spear in his hand and suddenly thrust forward.

It's like a repeat of time.

This city was conquered by Tuyuhun three hundred years ago.

It once again faces the power that conquered it.

The formation that was only recorded in history reappeared.

The huge tiger army soul rushed forward, and the arrows that would have been scattered in all directions were caught up in this moment. One hundred thousand arrows, like a violent storm, fell towards the city.

“Tiger Roar!!!”

So——

The city is broken.

[In the fifth month, the city of Agni was attacked. The God of Heaven beat the drum and the city was defeated with one strike]

————"The Legend of Heaven" by Saatanti.

(End of this chapter)