Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 571
Shen Shunzi couldn't imagine how such an iron cavalry, Mo Lin, was trained.

"15 against [-], and there are nearly [-] remnants of soldiers, yet they still have the upper hand..."

There was unprecedented jealousy in Shen Suanzi's heart.

The killing of disciples in groups made him feel even more humiliated. With an order, nearly a thousand martial kings who had been standing still began to fight.

Zhao Qiang was enjoying killing with three thousand cavalry, when he suddenly heard Mo Lin's voice transmission, he looked up at the thousands of Wuling Cult soldiers and horses who were close at hand, retracted his guns, and shouted: "Withdraw."

"withdraw?"

All the soldiers were puzzled. With the assistance of the hand of death, they had never killed so heartily like today. However, the military order was like a mountain. Although they felt regretful, they quickly turned their horses and rushed towards the main formation.

As soon as the heavy armored spearmen rushed a few hundred meters, hundreds of colorful and terrifying brilliance fell on the place where they fought before, and the violent energy explosion made the ground tremble violently.

"Up the crossbow!"

Zhao Qiang hung the iron gun on the horse's back, took out a Phalanx from the storage ring, pulled the trigger upwards and backwards without looking back, and shot all fifty spiral arrows in one breath.

The three thousand cavalrymen also put away their battle guns one after another, took out the chain crossbows they had prepared long ago, and used their strong crossbows to block the master Wu Wang who was chasing from mid-air, and buy themselves time to retreat.

The moment the explosion sounded behind them, these cavalry realized what had happened.

That was the opponent's martial king who made a move. If he hadn't retreated in time, he didn't know what kind of blow he would receive.

Although the heavy armored spear cavalry is strong, they are all melee cavalry after all. Compared with the martial king masters who can kill people from a hundred meters away, there is still a big gap. There are two or three hundred people, if they approach, the one-sided massacre may be reversed.

The eight barbarian kings responsible for rushing to the west had the largest number of teams, and it was also the team with the most masters of King Wu.

Especially after going berserk, their fighting power skyrocketed. Facing Wu Ling Sect's masters of the Martial King, they were not afraid, and instead launched a more violent attack.

Fang Qiansheng's shield infantry still consistently exerted their defensive advantages. The difference was that when the opposing King Wu was dispatched, more than 4000 people formed more than 40 small shield formations with a hundred people as a small team. Half of the men hid in the small tortoise shell formation, some of the shooters still suppressed it with the dense formation, and the other part took out their strong bows, loaded them with armor-piercing arrows, and sniped the Wu Lingjiao Martial King who was trying to break through the formation.

Facing hundreds of martial arts masters, the six wives of Mo Lin, headed by Ouyang Xueqing, did not hold back any more, and released their cultivation one after another to join the battle circle.

With the previous experience of cooperation, this teaming is even more familiar. Yueniang's phantom formation is in front, Ouyang Xueqing's mysterious frost and ice energy slow down, Su Lin's serial crossbow is suppressed, Mu Yao's point-and-shoot instant kill, Li Yaxian's concealed sneak attack, and Chen Ke'er's magic talisman supplement Knife, all the selected targets will never survive, either they will be killed instantly, or they will be slowly hanged to death.

With the joining of Wu Lingjiao Wuwang masters, the rout situation in the east, west and south has finally been eased, especially the rout of Zhao Qiang in the east, which greatly stimulated the morale of the Wuling Cult disciples.

However, the casualties in the north direction not only did not decrease due to the appearance of Wu Wang's master, but gave people a feeling of stabbing a hornet's nest.

In the other three directions, in the eyes of Wu Lingjiao Wu Wang, there are some weak people like ants anyway.

Needless to say, the subordinates of the Eight Great Barbarian Kings, more than 2 soldiers and horses accounted for ninety-nine percent of Wuzong's strength. If the Wuling Sect's Wuwang masters put down their posture and want to kill people to vent their anger, there will be a lot of cannon fodder to kill.

Fang Qiansheng's shield soldiers and Mu Yao's Shenbow Battalion are both Wuzong's strength. If you make up your mind to kill people, there is always a chance.

Not to mention Zhao Qiang's Lancers. Due to the lack of expert guards, facing the more than 200 martial kings of the Wuling Sect, they had no choice but to flee.

But the battle situation in the north was completely opposite. The more than 200 martial kings knew that the mountain giants were all close to the strength of the middle-level Wuzong, and their defense was strong, so they were extremely difficult to kill, so they locked their targets on the Sword God Legion.

Never thought that this wrong decision brought them disaster.

Seeing the masters of King Wu approaching, dozens of hundred-meter-long sword lights shot up into the sky, and the swords of the two turned into ten people. More than a dozen people were split in half by the sword energy!
Sudden screams and exclamations resounded through the sky.

The expressions of Wu Lingjiao Martial Kings who had escaped by luck changed greatly, and only then did they realize how terrifying these black-armored swordsmen were.

It is not impossible for Wu Zong to defeat King Wu, but this is the first time they have seen such a scene of killing with one sword.

Seeing the opponent's martial king's master move out, Lei Huo no longer hides his strength, roars, and reveals his body, the sky thunder and earth fire are activated at the same time, and he rushes towards the queue of Wu Lingjiao disciples.

The power of the sky thunder and earth fire cast by the main body increased sharply, and all the masters of the Wuzong who were hit were instantly killed. The low-level martial arts kings were also unavoidable if they were hit by the sky thunder.

Shen Suanzi looked at the battlefield below, and at the sword lights shooting up into the sky, the muscles on his face twitched violently.

He knew that Mo Lin's subordinates were strong, but he still underestimated their strength.

Nearly a thousand martial arts masters were all mobilized, but they still failed to turn the tide of the battle.

The strength of the more than 300 black-armored swordsmen exceeded his expectations. The power of ten swords combined was unstoppable. If 300 swords were combined at the same time, would it be possible to kill even the Martial Emperor?
The fortune teller dare not think about it.

One-third of his 15 army fell in less than an hour. Except for the breakthrough due to the east, the other three parties did not see an inch of success.

"Alright, as long as they charge inside and attack outside, they can completely disrupt their formation."

Shen Suanzi pinned his hopes on the more than 200 Wu Wangs who chased and killed Zhao Qiang.

(End of this chapter)