Luther was shocked and felt inexplicably depressed. It was not the first time that Song Zining found it from thousands of troops. This at least shows that the seventh young master of the Song clan on the top of the city was better than him in terms of military use.
And Luther also knew very well what Song Zining wanted to do.
On the city tower, Song Zining seemed to be sitting casually, but his right hand subconsciously held the spear beside him. Although he was decisive in using troops, he still hesitated at this moment because he was not sure about this move, and once he failed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At this moment, a pair of soft little hands reached over the back of Song Zining's hand, and a girl standing next to her said softly: "Young Master, taking the head of an enemy general among thousands of troops is something that only reckless men will do. Why do you need to take risks? As long as you are steady, in a few years, these people in front of you will not be your enemies."
Song Zining said slowly: "That's right. But I'm really unwilling to accept it!"
The girl smiled and said, "How can the things in the world be as satisfactory? After this battle, the young master will definitely be famous all over the world and let those dirty villains regret losing their hearts. Isn't this enough?"
Song Zining breathed a sigh of relief, his murderous intent faded away, and his hand holding the gun gradually relaxed.
"Those villains, haha." Song Zining laughed and then fell silent. His eyes swept to the depths of the vast iron curtain, and it was deep and cold. This was the fourteenth day of the siege of the city, but Qianye still had no news.
When Luther saw that there was no movement on the city, he felt a little disappointed, but he was a little lucky. After fighting these days, he knew that Song Zining would be like a thunder storm, and he would repeatedly attack the army, so he obviously wanted to confront him. Judging from Song Zining's use of troops, he was definitely not a brave and ruthless person, which means he was at least 50% sure of killing him. This perception made Luther very uncomfortable.
At this time, the situation in the war has actually become a tyrant. The facts prove that the information Luther received before the war was completely inaccurate. The seventh young master of the Song clan was so skillful that he was a ignorant playboy? However, the overall situation has been launched and it is impossible to withdraw his troops. Luther wanted to find those who provided information to settle the score, and he had to wait for the war. However, he was cautious by nature and inevitably hesitated when making various decisions.
Just when Luther was struggling, a cold suddenly came into the top of his heart, and in an instant, he felt like falling into an ice cave! A cold murderous aura had already locked him firmly!
Luther looked back in shock and saw a figure rushing straight from behind his formation, as fast as a ghost. The soldiers who passed by did not respond at all. Occasionally, several officers realized something was wrong, but they could not catch up with it.
Judging from this person's intention, he actually wanted to defeat the central army alone!
Luther suddenly felt a storm in his heart. He had no idea how this man discovered him. Song Zining should have found his whereabouts from clues of the army dispatch, but Luther did not believe that in this small place in Blackwater City, he could meet two people who were like gods at once.
On the other hand, although seven or eight out of ten Luther's army was sieging the city, the central army was not empty at all. There were 100 guards and more than a thousand cannon fodders. Luther himself was a first-class viscount. This place was under the iron curtain, and the count and above could not take action at all. How dare this person rush to the central army, thinking that he didn't die fast enough?
Luther has been leading the army for a long time, and in a blink of an eye he calmed down, pointed at Qianye from afar, shouting: "Go around and kill him!"
With a command, the army moved forward. The cannon fodder team rushed forward, and the elite troops came out from both wings and surrounded the rear. Luther's personal guards also dispatched half of them, divided into three squads, moving quickly in the army, ready to give a fatal blow to the visitor.
With Luther's order, the Dark Race Army was mobilized in a clear and organized manner, as if it was a first-class elite army. It can be seen that this demon viscount's ability to manage the army. However, Luther's deputy was a little confused. There was obviously only one person coming, so why did the general face a great enemy? This kind of mobilization was completely to deal with the scale of an entire commando.
Qianye was halfway through the way, and the bullet was already pouring like a storm. He lowered his body, lifted the heavy shield, and rushed forward in the rain of bullets. Large pieces of sparks splashed on the heavy shield, shrapnel and alloy debris on the shield surface burst into pieces, but Qianye's speed did not slow down at all.
A hundred meters passed in a flash, and Qianye had already crashed into Luther's central army.
There was a constant sound of bangs and muffled sound, and several cannon fodders were knocked away on the way. Qian Ye then threw out a broken heavy shield. The large piece of metal left his hand and suddenly made a sharp roar. Wherever he passed, he flew across the military formation for dozens of meters before he could land. Even the two blood knights wanted to swing their swords to intercept them, but they were bounced away.
A shrill scar suddenly appeared in the neat military formation of the dark race.
Next, Qian Ye Dongyue was in his hand and swung his sword to slash. The more than ten cannon fodders in front were immediately divided into two sections. Then he slashed vertically. Ten meters before him, a passage of corpses appeared everywhere.
Qianye took a big step forward, took a distance of ten meters in one step, and then crashed into the cannon fodder group again. Dongyue had turned into a snake, opening and closing, and was full of atmosphere. Every time the sword rose and fell, there would be countless blood.
Qianye was like an extremely sharp wedge. No matter how much Luther's army was, he would be nailed in without stopping and going deeper.
In the blink of an eye, the cannon fodder team was about to be penetrated. Luther's face was already pale. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, but he held it back. He raised his right hand, clenched his fist in the air, and then pointed at Qianye.
This is the order of the regular army to assault.
The regular army, which was originally following the cannon fodder, also began to rush forward and attack Qianye. As the pressure suddenly increased, Qianye let out a long roar, and the Dongyue sword became even more fierce in an instant, and its power increased by more than half. Every sword attacked was severe and it was like a tsunami and collapse.
Seeing that the regular warriors were also slaughtered in groups, they were unable to stop the footsteps of people. Luther was shocked and heartbroken. He couldn't help but draw his sword and stepped forward, but he still stopped. Qianye's tactic was so satisfying to kill, but the consumption was very terrifying, and the force would be exhausted in no time.
Seeing Qianye's sword skills and power, Luther was also secretly frightened and was unwilling to block the opponent's sharp edge when the opponent's aura was at its peak. He always considered himself a genius commander, not an unparalleled strong man. He used his subordinates to exhaust the enemy's force and then ended the opponent's life. This was the duty of a famous general.
On the city tower, Song Zining stood up with surprise in his eyes. However, the surprise was replaced by deep worries. Song Zining took up his spear and spear without saying a word, and roared, flew down from the city tower, turned into a silver light, and rushed towards Luther Central Army!
"Young Master!" The girl couldn't stop her and stomped her feet in anger. She drew out a pair of short swords, jumped down the city tower, and chased Song Zining.
Song Hu was shocked on the city tower and quickly turned around and shouted: "Fortress cannons are ready, bombard the No. 3 and No. 7! The reserve team is ready, and down the city wall! All city defense weapons are covered by the young master!"
Song Zining flew out dozens of meters in the air, then landed on the ground, and surrounded him. The spear in his hand was shocked, and the roar of wind sounded, as if it was golden swords and iron horses, coming in one after another. Dozens of flames were dotted with the jumping silver light, flying in all directions. Suddenly, the surroundings were like waves of wheat falling, blood was rays, and no one could stand in a few feet.
The Seventh Young Master of the Song clan brought a bunch of fire trees and silver flowers, and looked at the army as if nothing had happened, and rushed towards Luther's central army.
Behind Song Zining, a petite figure was extremely agile and jumped around. Every time he hit, several opponents would fall.
With such a big momentum, Luther was naturally alarmed. When he looked back, he immediately complained secretly. The seventh young master did not come early or late, but he killed him at this deadly time and wanted to play the single cavalry and defeat the army. But then again, if he couldn't even grasp this opportunity, how could Song Zining block him for so many days with his much weaker military power?
Although Song Zining was so powerful, after Luther weighed the pros and cons, he still pointed at Qian Ye. His personal guard finally launched an attack, and Qian Ye's pressure increased sharply.
With a plop, the sound of a dull war drum echoed on the field, and even Luther's blood in his body caused a tide by the sound. When his face changed drastically, he heard the second drum sound.
Luther was shocked to find that it seemed to be the sound of the blood clan's heart pulsation. It was just that such a momentum was rare in the past even on some high-ranking blood counts.
Who is the person opposite?!
A layer of blood suddenly appeared around Qianye's body, and it flashed away. It was indescribable coldness, solemnity and loneliness that enveloped the circumference.
This is the majesty of the superior looking down on all living beings, the master's indifference to the mortal world. Whether it is the blood clan, werewolf, spider demon, or even Luther himself, there was a moment of trance. The blood clan was most affected. Wherever this breath passed, all the blood clans were trembling, and some even fell directly to the ground.
Qianye's blood and energy were retracted as soon as it was released, and Dongyue rose up. In a blink of an eye, several Luther's personal guards were killed, without any room for resistance. When the dark warriors reacted, Qianye's blood and energy reappeared, which immediately made the enemy within ten meters around him stiff and stagnant.
"Blood suppression?" Luther was stunned and lost his voice.
This is even more surprising than Qianye's outburst of the power of the Count or even Marquis, and slaughtering the entire audience in one fell swoop. Luther's bloodline is a long-standing inheritance even among the demons, and even he is affected. Those surnames should be counted in the blood clan.
Luther was suspicious and shouted, "Who are you!"
Qian Ye only looked up at him, his eyes full of fighting spirit and murderous intent, and had no intention of responding. At this moment, several more personal guards were killed by Dong Yue under the sword.
The vertical pupils at the center of Luther's eyebrows finally opened, but he thought he had an illusion for a moment. The one who drove the countless heavy swords to blood was actually the Dawn Force? But what is the extremely rich dark golden blood energy on the other party's body?
Just when Luther was wandering, Qian Ye had already penetrated most of the central army, not far from where he stood. More than half of the elite soldiers were injured, and one-third of the personal guards were killed in battle. Although cannon fodder was not valuable, the deaths of these elite soldiers and personal guards were real losses, which made Luther feel extremely heartbroken.
Although the heartache was heartbroken, seeing that Qian Ye had consumed half of his blood and power, Luther gritted his teeth and ordered the last dozens of personal guards around him to rush forward, and he must surround Qian Ye on the spot! A black air rose from Luther's body, transforming into a two-headed giant python, staring at Qian Ye coldly.
No matter whether the opponent is a secret technique or a real bloodline, facing such an opponent who cannot see through, even if Luther is above Qianye, he is unwilling to take the battle rashly. When Qianye breaks through these personal guards, he will be exhausted. Luther can wait for his work and give Qianye a fatal blow.
Looking at Luther's personal guards surrounding like a pack of wolves, murderous aura flashed in Qianye's eyes, dark gold blood appeared in the depths of his pupils, and hundreds of blood lines shot out in an instant, piercing through all enemies within more than ten meters!
The surroundings were suddenly empty, and Luther was ahead, and there was no obstacle between the two. However, Qianye's blood and energy, which had been gradually weakening and almost exhausted, rose step by step, and in a blink of an eye, it recovered more than half.
Plundering of vitality!
Only on the battlefield can the horror of this talented ability be truly reflected.