By the time Qingyang Yuanhao arrived with a large force, it was already the eleventh day since the Nine Flame Warriors invaded Qingji Continent.
Qingyang Yuanhao inspected the entire battlefield with his warriors, and found that in just ten days, the warriors from Jiuyan Continent actually built a half-circle wall around the gap in the mountains, and a high
There are many walls surrounding the city.
Qingyang Yuanhao did not lead the troops to attack rashly. He checked for a long time and ordered the troops to camp and rest.
He led Han Qing'er and others into an open-air tent and began to discuss how to deal with these bold Nine Flame warriors.
On the other side, when they saw Qingyang Yuanhao leading the army and arriving, Ming Zhiyuan and others immediately retreated into the wall. Seeing Qingyang Yuanhao leading the army and arriving in a hurry, but did not immediately start to attack the city, they also retreated to the wall.
Discussions began inside.
"Zhiyuan, I think these reinforcements are not willing to take the initiative to attack now. They will wait until other reinforcements arrive and gather all their forces before they attack us together."
Ming Zhiyuan picked up the water bag, took a sip of water, and then said: "It doesn't matter, let's take a rest and let the martial arts family in the rear send twenty more martial masters to join us. After an hour, they will take the initiative to attack. If they fight, they will
Retreat behind the wall and occupy the advantageous location. If they retreat, let some soldiers shout on the battlefield that Qingji Continent is defeated."
"Shouting? If they really want to retreat and are unwilling to fight us, is there any use in shouting?"
Yan Guan asked with a frown.
"Whether it's useful or not, you have to shout like this. The forces within the Qingji Continent are not united, and the person carrying the Qing Emperor's flag may not be the Qing Emperor they heartily support.
Even if shouting like this doesn't work and can't make them fight to the death with us, it can still dampen their momentum and shake the morale of the army. It would be better if the new Qing Emperor cannot be provoked and wants to fight us head-on."
Before Ming Zhiyuan finished speaking, Yu Yizhi had already sent people to the rear to inform other martial arts families.
Although the other three family heads of Mingzhiyuan no longer hesitated, they still felt that the way of shouting on the battlefield was too meaningless.
"On the battlefield, regardless of means, if shouting can kill the warriors of Qingji Continent, I would rather stand here and shout for twelve hours every day. This is a life-and-death war, and any means is not too much."
After he said this, the warriors around him all laughed and nodded.
Not long after, Wu Zun sent by other martial arts families in the rear came to the front line and joined them behind the wall.
After reorganizing his formation, Ming Zhiyuan leapt onto Lazy Cat's back and led everyone towards the Qingji Army formation on the opposite side.
Qingyang Yuanhao was telling the martial masters under his command that he would stay here and wait for the people from the Liangku and Thirteen Houses to arrive before they could attack the temporary city wall built by the Jiuyan people together, when he heard a sergeant coming to report from outside.
All the warriors from Jiuyan rushed out and were attacking the camp they had just set up.
Qingyang Yuanhao's eyes immediately narrowed slightly, and he sneered: "A mortal man dares to be so arrogant, so let's fight him."
A group of people rushed out of the newly set up tent and saw that the Nine Flame warriors had rushed into their camp and were fighting with their warrior sergeants.
The leading group of Nine Flame warriors were holding sharp weapons and were killing people everywhere. When Qingyang Yuanhao saw this one-sided situation, he became furious and led all the warriors to face the Nine Flame warriors.
Ming Zhiyuan had already jumped off the lazy cat's back, waving the long knife in his hand with a whirring sound. A Qingji warrior was fighting with other Jiuyan warriors, and he chopped off his head with a knife from behind.
Before he could turn around, he heard a shout from behind him. He swung his long knife back and immediately jumped forward a few steps. When he turned around, he saw a man holding a long halberd with both hands raised.
The halberd was pointed at him. One halberd missed, and another one came.
Ming Zhiyuan raised his long sword at an angle, parried the halberd, and followed the trend with another horizontal slash, opening a large gash in the chest of the man holding the halberd. Blood spurted out immediately, making the heart in the man's sternum visible.
, still swelling and beating.
Ming Zhiyuan retracted his sword without hesitation, and made another diagonal strike, completely severing the man's neck, and saw the man holding the halberd fall backwards.
He ran forward a few steps and picked up a Qingji warrior who was surrounding the Nine Flames Martial Lord.
Seeing the menacing attack of Ming Zhiyuan's sword, the warrior couldn't help but take a step back. Under Ming Zhiyuan's dozens of rapid and continuous blows, his arms felt sore and numb, and he couldn't even hold the big sword in his hand.
Ming Zhiyuan saw that the man was already frightened, and he rushed forward two steps very fast and slashed diagonally left and right with his long sword. The man could no longer lift the sword to resist, and ran back a few steps, and was immediately killed by the man behind him.
A Qing Ji Martial Lord fell to the ground with a slash of his sword.
The Qingji Martial Lord who had cut down his own man did not even look at the warrior lying on the ground. He shouted, "Those who retreat will die." while he slashed at the top of Ming Zhiyuan's head with his knife.
Ming Zhiyuan knew that he was no match for the Qingji warrior, so he ran back with his sword in hand. The lazy cat in the air noticed Ming Zhiyuan's side, flapped its wings, and dived towards the Qingji warrior. The warrior's broadsword rushed towards him.
The lazy cat came with his head knocked off.
When the lazy cat almost rushed to the distance of the warrior's sword, he quickly turned over again, flapped his wings downwards, rushed upwards, and grabbed the warrior from left to right with a pair of strong hind claws.
The Qing Ji warrior slashed the air with his sword, and immediately turned the sword to sweep towards Lazy Cat's hind legs. Lazy Cat retracted its claws and flew towards high places.
At this time, Ming Zhiyuan had quietly come up behind the warrior again, and struck the back of his head with a long knife, making a faint sound of wind and thunder.
The warrior did not turn around, but turned sideways, swung his broadsword around, and blocked Ming Zhiyuan's investment. Then, he slashed his sword downwards diagonally, with the tip of the sword slashing down towards Ming Zhiyuan's abdomen.
Ming Zhiyuan hurriedly raised his sword to block, and took two steps back. The warrior was extremely fast, and once again raised the long sword in front of Ming Zhiyuan. Ming Zhiyuan stepped back in a hurry, blocking left and right with the long sword in his hand.
The lazy cat rushed down from the air again, and with a roar, it opened its bloody mouth and bit the warrior's head.
The warrior rolled on the spot, and the sword continued to chop at Ming Zhiyuan's calf. Ming Zhiyuan jumped up, and stabbed the warrior's back with the long sword in his hand.
The warrior continued to roll twice, and the lazy cat had already landed on the ground. The man stood behind him and scratched the back of his neck with his claws left and right.
Ming Zhiyuan took advantage of the situation and stabbed him in the chest with a long knife. The martial master quickly slammed his feet on the ground and leaped above Ming Zhiyuan's head.
Ming Zhiyuan put away his sword and came back, slashing three times in the air, barely blocking the three swords that the warrior slashed rapidly in the air.
The warrior fell behind Ming Zhiyuan. Before he could turn around, the sword was swung back. Ming Zhiyuan was unable to dodge and felt a chill in his lower abdomen. He was so frightened that he hurriedly imitated the warrior just now and rolled on the spot.
, rolled to the side before standing up, stretched out his hand to touch his lower abdomen, and found that a small gash had been opened by a large knife. Although there was blood flowing out, the injury was not serious.
He crushed a pill and applied it to the wound, tore off his clothes and bandaged it. He watched the lazy cat roaring at the warrior, standing up on its hind legs, and scratching at the warrior's head with a pair of front paws.
fall.
The warrior couldn't help but slash the big knife at the lazy cat's claws, and then rolled forward, rolled in front of the lazy cat, and before it could land with its claws, he stabbed straight into the lazy cat's abdomen with the knife.
The lazy cat flapped its wings and flew into the air with its entire body, then kicked out its back claws towards the warrior.
The warrior's broadsword struck the lazy cat's back paw, making a creaking sound of gold and iron. Sparks even flashed out under the force of the blow.
Following this blow, the warrior was kicked several feet away by Lazy Cat's other claw.
When he finally stopped, before he could stand up, Yan Guan, who was fighting with another Martial Lord next to him, sneaked a long sword into his vest, stabbing him to the core.
It was stabbed in the back and exposed from his chest.
The warrior lowered his head and looked at the sword tip on his chest in disbelief. He saw the sword tip suddenly retracted, and then he felt a chill on his neck. The scene on the battlefield in his eyes, all the people and the mountains in the distance were constantly in his sight.
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But it was Yan Guan who slashed his head with his sword again.
Ming Zhiyuan only glanced here, and swung his sword at the Qingji warrior in front of him again, shouting wildly, "Kill, kill, kill..."
The lazy cat followed him, roaring incessantly, and the sound shook the ears of the people around him.