Iron hooves burst out, smoke billowed, and corpses were left wherever they passed. I don’t know how long it took, and everyone finally broke out of the heavy obstacles of the Tianyin Sect.
"finally reached."
Yang Ji looked pale and almost collapsed. It wasn't until another wave of energy came from the "little stone" between his eyebrows that Yang Ji felt better.
"Iron Crown Sect!... They are from the Iron Crown Sect!"
A burst of exclamation came from my ears.
When everyone in the Black Sword Sect saw Yang Ji and others, they were all excited. Their expressions were like those of a drowning person who had caught a life-saving straw.
"Eldest Brother, Eldest Brother... look, someone is coming to save us."
A Black Sword Sect disciple was so excited that he almost cried.
Only when you have experienced the threat of death can you feel the preciousness of life. When Tianyin Sect disciples came from all directions like a surging tide, everyone thought they were dead.
"Where's Senior Brother Chen?"
Yang Ji didn't have time to say anything, so he turned over and jumped off his horse. The battlefield was filled with fog and chaos, and he couldn't see clearly the "Senior Brother Chen" of the Black Sword Sect.
"I'm here."
A tired but majestic voice came, and the two Black Sword Sect disciples stepped aside, and a tall, sturdy man with a black face stood in the middle.
There was blood around his mouth, the clothes on his body were in tatters, the exposed skin was full of burnt marks, and some green fishy liquid could be faintly seen.
"It's the flame of the abyss monster..."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he quickly walked over, gave him a hand, and said worriedly:
"Senior Brother Chen, are you okay?"
"fine!"
Chen Zhu shook his head fiercely and said in a very firm voice: "I was just sprayed by an abyss monster. Why are there only two of you? Where is your senior brother Chen Shi'en and Chen?"
Jiang Jianqing's face quickly dimmed.
Chen Zhu's heart sank: "What's going on..."
Both his and Chen Shien's surnames are "Chen", so it's not bad to say that they were the same family five hundred years ago. Compared to other people, the two of them have little friendship.
When Chen Shi'en came to Langya City to find someone to inquire about information, he was the one he looked for.
"It's a long story... This is not the place to talk. Let's get out of here first."
Yang Ji pulled Chen Zhu and said.
At this time, the power of the war horses raised by the imperial court was shown. Yang Ji and others had two horses, and they were not heavy at all when sitting on the horses. These war horses still appeared to be full of horsepower, and they made a snapping sound when they stepped on the ground.
"Boom!"
Before the people of the Tianyin Sect could gather together, Yang Ji and others forced a breakout. With the help of everyone from the Black Sword Sect, their strength became much stronger, and the success rate during the breakout was much higher.
"My strength has been consumed too much. I can't take action during this period. You can only rely on yourselves during this period."
Chen Zhu swallowed an elixir on horseback and immediately entered into seclusion to adjust his breath.
The ability of such a small number of people from the Black Sword Sect to survive the impact of the Tianyin Sect depends entirely on his ability. One can imagine the pressure Chen Zhu endured.
Even the strong "Little Zhoutian" had a small Zhoutian cycle formed in his body, and the essence of heaven and earth was constantly sweeping in. Chen Zhu was also forced to almost run out of blood. The dangers can be imagined.
"In the front left, there is a team of imperial cavalry, rescue them."
When breaking through, Yang Ji suddenly pointed in another direction. In the hazy fog, there were bursts of killing sounds. A group of people riding horses could be faintly seen, and the light of armor reflected on their bodies.
The only people riding war horses in a place like this are members of the imperial court.
Wang Xian doesn't have many men. There are twenty-seven cavalry in total. It's very risky for these men and horses to come in and out as many times as they want. If these elite cavalry from the imperial court can be combined, there is no doubt that the strength will be much stronger.
But this was not the only thing Yang Ji was interested in. Through the dim light, he could clearly see several war horses standing on the ground, their backs empty.
——They obviously lost a lot of people.
"Go. Rush over!"
Wang Xian said without hesitation that he had fully accepted Yang Ji's strategic arrangement.
"kill!--"
They jumped on their backs, charged forward, fought all the way, and finally joined this group of elite cavalry.
"grown ups!"
Seeing Wang Xian, a group of people were very excited.
Yang Ji glanced around and found that a man who looked like a school captain had fallen off his horse, with one foot still in the stirrup. His pupils were dilated and bloodshot. He had been dead for a while.
"Two people form a team,...you go to the left wing,...you go to the right wing, hang up your bows and arrows,...use your guns!"
Wang Xian was not polite, took over the control, and immediately recruited this team of elite cavalry.
"Leaderless" and "many orders"... are taboos in the military. Wang Xian knew very well what would happen if he kept making decisions and was indecisive at this juncture.
More than a dozen elite cavalry were quickly organized into Wang Xian's team. They formed a strict and neat lineup. They were much stronger than before. It was completely invisible that they were "elite knights" from two different counties and villages.
ride".
Yang Ji saw this scene and nodded secretly.
Wang Xian's ability is that of an excellent "commander". He can transform an army into a tight and tight formation in such a short period of time. This is definitely not something ordinary generals can do.
"Wang Xian is talented in martial arts, but his military command skills are stronger. Perhaps, he was wrong from the beginning. The military is a more suitable place for him to display his expertise."
A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ji's mind. This thought quickly disappeared from Yang Ji's mind in the blink of an eye.
"Now is not the time to think about such things."
Yang Ji blinked and quickly came back to his senses.
With the addition of the "Black Sword Sect" and the new elite cavalry, Yang Ji's team has reached the size of forty or fifty people. This is already a "small force" that cannot be underestimated on the battlefield.
Wang Xian's meticulousness in commanding troops in combat can be called "art". Yang Ji's "overall view" and "combat details processing" can also be called "the pinnacle".
The two have a tacit understanding of each other and complement each other, bringing the power of this team to an astonishing level. Just like a snowball, the team of the two is getting bigger and bigger.
"Hooves clatter!"
Horse hooves formed in formation, and in the mist, another group of disciples from the sect were vaguely surrounded. Yang Ji and others rushed over without thinking.
"Wait a minute!"
On horseback, Jiang Jianqing suddenly shouted, with a strange wave in his voice.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Ji looked sideways and said in surprise.
"Those people are from the Iron Sword Sect!..."
Jiang Jianqing looked ahead and suddenly said solemnly.
Yang Ji was shocked and looked through the thick fog. Although he couldn't see their faces clearly from a distance, judging from their clothes and the colorful scabbard of one of their swords, these people were clearly members of the Iron Sword Sect.
"It's really them!"
Yang Ji was secretly shocked. This scene was beyond his expectation.
"Hooves clatter!"
Horse hooves formed in formation, but the aura suddenly felt strange. Some Black Sword Sect disciples at the back of the team looked over one after another, with strange expressions on their faces.
Everyone knows the relationship between the Iron Crown Sect and the Iron Sword Sect. People from the two sects provoke each other and have always been in conflict. When Jiang Jianqing said this, the people from the Black Sword Sect immediately understood what he meant.
"These people are not worth the risk we take!"
Jiang Jianqing gritted his teeth and said without any hesitation. He complained that the family's road was narrow. It would be good if he didn't add insult to injury, let alone save them!
Yang Ji remained silent as countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He could feel that the people from the Black Sword Sect were also waiting for his decision.
There were shouts of killing formations ahead, but Wang Xian was still directing the imperial cavalry to fight against the onslaught from all sides. It was impossible to stop on such a chaotic battlefield.
Time is running out and Yang Ji must make a decision in the shortest possible time.
"Moreover, Senior Brother is dead, can you control them? Will you listen to them, or will they listen to you? There are many orders, what are you going to do when the time comes?"
Seeing that Yang Ji was still hesitating, Jiang Jianqing couldn't help but said loudly.
Speaking from the heart, although the Iron Sword Sect and the Iron Crown Sect will not deal with each other, Jiang Jianqing may not have that big of an opinion against the Iron Sword Sect. But at this moment, this is not a question of whether to save or not to help, everyone must
The risk is too great.
In order to save a few people from the "Iron Sword Sect", everyone has to risk the entire army being annihilated!
"Save them!"
In a flash of lightning, countless thoughts passed through his mind, and Yang Ji finally spoke.
"Why!"
Jiang Jianqing stamped his feet and sighed: "I know you want to unite their strength, but you will regret it!"
Around them, the people of the Black Sword Sect secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the Iron Crown Sect can understand whatever decision they make. But as the saying goes, if Yang Ji and others can give up on the Iron Sword Sect, they can also give up on them when necessary due to danger.
"Now is not the time to consider whether the Iron Sword Sect will cooperate, but whether we can survive. As long as the Iron Sword Sect has some sense, they should understand what to do now."
Yang Ji said in a deep voice.
"Senior Brother Yang, don't worry. We will support you no matter what."
Several people from the Black Sword Sect said in unison.
Yang Ji smiled, how could he not understand how cautious everyone in the Black Sword Sect was? But now is not the time to worry about this.
"We just can't influence the overall situation at all. Any power that can be used. Whether it is an enemy or a friend, I will find a way to use it. As for the conflicts between sects, that is a matter for the future."
Yang Jidao. People who do big things don’t stick to trivial matters. If the people of the Iron Sword Sect are abandoned now, what will happen to the people of the Black Sword Sect? Why should they contact the disciples of other sects?
If I do it now, I will really be in pieces. This is the most serious thing, and I have to consider the consequences!
"Boom!"
When Yang Ji and others rushed to the Iron Sword sect wrapped in billowing dust, everyone was stunned.
"Yang Ji!——"
A suspicious voice came from the mist. Li Chen stood on the ground, his clothes stained with blood, and looked at Yang Ji who was speeding towards him in surprise.
"People from the Iron Crown Sect!"
Some people exclaimed, and they all assumed hostile postures, with vigilance in their eyes.
People from the Tianyin Sect need to be on guard, but people from the Iron Crown Sect also need to be on guard. (To be continued...)
ps: [I would like to apologize to everyone first, I have stopped updating for two days.]
After staying at home for too long, I suddenly wanted to go for a walk to find some inspiration. Without any destination, I brought a change of short-sleeved shirts and took the high-speed train to Changsha first, then to Huanghua Airport, and then decided on the spur of the moment to go to Li Nanfang
The farthest is "Urumqi".
——Without any preparation, we just set off.
"If you don't visit Urumqi, you won't know how big China is." I want to see what Xinjiang is like.
The first feeling when I arrived: - [So cold], it was twelve degrees at night, but I was wearing southern summer clothes, an Adidas and a short-sleeved shirt.
Watching the news this morning, something happened in Luntai County.