With the rise of my family, I can summon the Daoist Soldiers' Nest.

Led by their leader, the seven or eight shaman warriors quickly approached the city wall. Along the way, some of the arrows shot at them were deflected with scimitars, while others were blocked with shields.

The leader simply waved his sleeve, deflecting two powerful arrows aimed at him. His sleeve, reinforced by his internal energy, became as hard as iron.

Seeing this from above, Lin Ye knew that although he could do it too, it would not be so easy. It must be a top-tier martial artist with even greater internal strength than himself.

Fortunately, judging from the speed at which he approached, his lightness skill wasn't very good.

With a clear objective, the group used the siege ladder to scale the city wall in two separate attempts and immediately charged towards Liu Yun.

At this moment, under Liu Yun's leadership, the soldiers on this city wall were constantly driving the Northern Xiongnu who had climbed up.

When encountering third-rate warriors like centurions, Liu Yun would go up and deal with them first. Without the interference of warriors, the other Northern Han soldiers relied on their numbers to keep advancing and kill the Northern Xiongnu soldiers who had already climbed the city walls.

At this critical moment, the shaman warriors arrived.

The leader, unarmed, faced the spears thrusting at him by three Northern Han soldiers. He slightly shifted his body, gliding past the spear tips like a fish, and then struck out with his right hand from a distance.

"Bang!"

An invisible and intangible surge of powerful internal energy erupted forth. Although it did not condense into a physical form, it still caused the three soldiers to cough up blood and fly more than three zhang away, crashing heavily onto their companions.

Lin Ye, who was rushing over from the flank using his lightness skill, took in the whole scene and his heart immediately tightened.

Being able to injure people from a distance with internal force, although not yet reaching the "external release of qi" realm of a post-natal martial artist, has already touched the threshold. This is definitely a top expert among first-class martial artists, only one step away from the post-natal realm!

The remaining shaman warriors, wielding steel knives and scimitars, charged wildly under the cover of their leader, cutting down the Northern Han defenders like wheat being harvested, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Just then, Lin Ye transformed into a streak of light and suddenly attacked from the side and rear.

A second-rate shaman warrior, who was cleaving a Northern Han soldier in two from head to toe with his sword, suddenly felt a chilling sword intent approaching. He was about to turn around to block it, but it was too late.

"Clang!"

Lin Ye used all his strength to deflect the curved blade with his sword, the tip of which flashed like lightning and instantly pierced through the blade's chest.

The battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment.

The shaman warrior who was brutally killing the guards suddenly turned around and happened to see his companion die.

His eyes flashed with ferocity, and without hesitation, he abandoned the scattered Northern Han soldiers in front of him, leading the remaining shaman warriors to rush towards Lin Ye in a pincer movement.

Liu Yun, sword light flowing, instantly unleashed the Qingyuan Sword Technique, protecting Lin Ye's left side; on the right side, Lin Qiang wielded his heavy halberd, the shadows of the halberd overlapping; Zhu Shaowei's spear was like a dragon, firmly sealing off the frontal opening.

Three second-rate martial artists instantly gathered around Lin Ye, together facing this group of fierce enemies from the Shamanism sect.

On the city wall, a life-or-death duel between top martial artists officially began.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle as soon as they made contact.

On Lin Ye's side, there was one first-rate martial artist, three second-rate martial artists, and a Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guard who had been forcibly dragged onto the city wall.

Recalling the defense of Lulong City, Lin Ye deliberately left the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guards below the city walls, considering the narrow space on the city walls and the vulnerability of his own forces.

But Jingbian City is not like Lulong Prefecture now. Its walls are low and its defenses are weak. Even the Red-Eyed Tiger Guards, who are naturally more suited to mounted combat and cannot perform well in narrow terrain, have to be pushed to the top of the city as their last resort.

As for the three Azure Vanguard Riders, since they were not good at fighting on the city walls and were only second-rate soldiers with poor survival ability on the crowded city walls, Lin Ye did not let them participate in the defense, but let them roam outside the city to provide support.

On the other hand, the enemy has one first-rate martial artist and as many as six second-rate martial artists, giving them a clear numerical advantage.

The only saving grace is that this top-tier Northern Xiongnu shaman did not contract with top-tier Daoist soldiers like the Frost Wolf Guards, unlike the one in Lulong City.

Otherwise, if Lin Ye were to face another Frost Wolf Guard on the narrow city wall, his disadvantage would be even more difficult to reverse.

At this moment, the experts from both sides were engaged in close combat. On the city wall, the sounds of swords flashing and internal forces colliding were deafening.

The battle escalated rapidly, with internal energy surging and the sounds of weapons clashing as dense as a sudden downpour atop the city walls.

As soon as the battle began, Lin Ye seized the initiative with his unparalleled lightness skill, his figure moving like a ghost, trapping the first-class shaman and a second-class shaman in the battle.

Lin Ye's figure was almost a blur in the narrow battlements.

Faced with the shaman leader who possessed profound inner strength but was slow in movement, he adopted the ultimate hit-and-run tactics.

"Sizzle!"

Lin Ye made a feint with his sword, which prompted the shaman leader to strike with both palms. The powerful, invisible internal force slammed into the bluestone battlements, causing stone chips to fly everywhere and creating a deep crater.

Lin Ye had already used the force of the palm strike to retreat three feet.

The shaman leader was so angry that his face turned red. He waved his hands like the wind, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Lin Ye's clothes.

Occasionally, Lin Ye was forced to take a blow head-on. With a "hum," the longsword trembled violently, and the blade instantly bent like a bow. Lin Ye frowned and casually threw the scrap metal away.

He grabbed a broken sword from a fallen soldier beside him and continued fighting.

Meanwhile, Lin Ye's peripheral vision was constantly fixed on another second-rate shaman warrior.

Whenever the opponent attempted a sneak attack, Lin Ye's longsword would retaliate like a venomous snake.

After only a few dozen exchanges, the second-rate shaman was already panting heavily, struggling to stay afloat, when he received a heavy blow to the shoulder, causing him to spit out blood.

At the same time, Liu Yun's sword light flowed, and his Qingyuan sword technique was elegant and otherworldly. He actually fought against two second-rate shaman warriors all by himself.

His swordsmanship was elegant and graceful, and his movements were graceful. His "Willow Catkins in the Wind" technique in the Qingyuan Swordplay was so skillful that the slashes of his two curved swords always missed.

However, one man's strength is no match for many, especially since he had only recently broken through to the second tier.

One shaman deliberately created an opening, luring Liu Yun's longsword into the opening, while another shaman seized the opportunity to slash horizontally from the side.

"clang!"

Liu Yun parried with his sword, but the impact made his tiger's mouth numb, and his already insufficient internal energy flowed away like a flood.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his breathing was rapid, and although his swordplay was still gorgeous, it had lost some of its initial sharpness, and he was clearly at a disadvantage.

Lin Qiang and Zhu Shaowei fought together against two second-rate shamans. Their battle was fierce, with halberds flashing and spears gleaming, but they struggled to gain the upper hand. The two shamans coordinated perfectly, their blades weaving into a net that trapped the two men firmly in place.

Although the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guard was fierce and imposing, roaring and spitting out two scorching rays, it was narrowly avoided by the second-rate shaman opposite with a sliding step.

The ray struck the city wall behind them, instantly melting a hole the size of a bowl.

After several unsuccessful attempts to blast the shaman with his rays, the Tiger Guard could only rely on instinct and engage in primal hand-to-hand combat with his claws and teeth, resulting in a stalemate between them.

At this critical moment, the bugles of the Northern Xiongnu army sounded urgently!

"kill--!"

Two second-rate centurions, clad in heavy armor, personally supervised the battle, leading hundreds of elite troops in a general offensive.

The defending lines were instantly torn open, and the Northern Han soldiers fell in droves, about to be overwhelmed.

The cheers of the Northern Xiongnu below the city were deafening, while the defenders on the city walls looked on in despair.

"Don't panic!"

Just then, a steady voice rang out. County Magistrate Zhu Shaofeng had somehow changed into military attire, and the long sword in his hand gleamed with a bright blue light.

He was not as ethereal as Liu Yun, but as solid and imposing as a mountain.

"It is my duty to defend this land! Today I will die with you all!" Zhu Shaofeng shouted, and his swordsmanship suddenly changed. With a move called "Pillar in the Midst of the Tide," he forcefully intercepted the heavy slash of a centurion.

"Zheng—"

The sound of metal clashing rang out. Zhu Shaofeng swayed slightly, but remained as steady as a rock, while the centurion's arm went numb from the shock.

It turns out he was also a second-rate martial artist!

Zhu Shaofeng's swordsmanship was steady and profound. Although it was not as light and agile as Liu Yun's, it was like a pillar in the middle of the stream, forcefully intercepting the fierce attack of a centurion.

The two heroes of the Zhu family truly live up to their reputation.

After Zhu Shaofeng joined the battle, the previously precarious defensive line was finally stabilized.