Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 49, The Eagle
The giant chariot where the head of the Xiling Temple is located is located, about ten miles away, and there are two chariots. The chariot heading east is black and red, with a full sense of solemnity and murder. It is the god who ruled the great priest Ye Hongyu.
The old man sitting in the temple facing west with deep wrinkles as deep as mountains and rivers was the great priest of Tianyu.
Just as the black carriage drove out of the deserted tribe and headed south, the great priest of Tianyu who had been silent since the war started and had been silent, bowing his head and reading the sacred scriptures suddenly raised his head, looked to the north of the wasteland, and looked at the dark clouds in the sky
The cloud line formed said softly: "It's really dark."
A moment later, the tall figure in the giant chariot pavilion shook slightly, looked up at the dark clouds in the north, and said in a deep voice: "The night is coming soon, what are you still hesitating about?"
The tone of the head sect was not very heavy, but the voice was extremely grand, like thunder, ringing around the huge divine chariot. The priests and the strong men on the sect suddenly turned pale. When they heard the head sect
After the content of the words and the hidden vigilance, the face became paler.
On the battlefield of the wilderness, there were very few people who could see the black carriage in the distance like the great priest of Tianyu and the head sect. However, as the black carriage moved, the dark clouds in the north moved south.
But it was extremely eye-catching. It didn't take long to see everyone noticed the clouds in the sky.
Absolute quietness descended between the camps of both sides of the battlefield, and then a huge cheer sounded in the deserted people. The atmosphere of the Xiling Temple coalition military became a little depressed, and some people showed a look of fear on their faces.
Because of this battle, Luo Kedi, the commander of the Divine Guard of Xiling Temple, left Ye Hongyu's side and returned to the head sect. He was seriously injured and killed by Ning Que in Chaoyang City, but it has not been long now.
The injury seemed to have healed, and it should be because the head sect used magic to treat him.
Listening to the thunderous order of the head sect, Luo Kedi responded in a deep voice, then waved the flag in his hand and issued an order to attack the temple coalition camps that stretched for more than twenty miles.
The battle that had just stopped for less than a moment began again. Under the command of the general, the tired temple coalition forces seemed to have gained strength and courage in an instant, and shouted and rushed towards the front of the deserted people.
In the past, countless horses stomped on the ground, smoke and dust danced wildly, and the earth shook uneasy.
The deserted soldiers were also very tired. But whether they were the middle-aged people with slightly white hair or the young men with a green expression, they all stood up to face the enemy. They did not shout like the Central Plains Alliance. www.51o.
There was no expression of excitement on his face, and he held the axe in his hand calmly and silently.
The two sides finally met on the wasteland, the axe and the knife met. The fist met the horse's chief, the sword met the body, the runes met with the flying axe, the blood met with the blood, and countless heavy collisions sounded on the wasteland, and countless war horses were miserable.
He fell down with a hiss, and countless knights fell, and when the deserted people fell, countless sharp weapons were slashed up.
Luo Kedi, who was serving next to the giant chariot, looked at the tall figure in the tower with his light, and knew that the head sect was very dissatisfied with the progress of the coalition forces. He bit his teeth, yelled, and led his direct divine guards.
He rushed to the north with a thousand extremely powerful cavalrymen of the Xiling Temple.
The two thousand desert warriors who stayed behind the deserted tribe have not participated in the previous battles and have been silently watching the movements in the direction of the giant chariot. At this time, they watched the Xiling Temple finally use the legendary cavalry cavalry.
, the deserted warriors also began to move. Tang Chong was in the front.
At this moment, there were dense sounds of hooves in the west direction of the wasteland. The sounds of hooves were very heavy. You can imagine that the weight of cavalry and war horses was extraordinary. The sound of hooves was very complete. It was so dense that there was no confusion at all, not like heavy rain, and more
For example, thousands of people were beating drums at the same time, you can imagine the discipline and excellence of these cavalrymen.
More than 10,000 elite cavalry of the Tang Dynasty attacked again. In a very short period of time, the right side of the deserted front began to be unable to withstand the pressure and showed signs of collapse.
Tang and the warrior leaders of the Wilderness Tribe guessed why the Temple Alliance suddenly went crazy and attacked themselves again - the black carriage was a variable, and it might have no meaning, and it might have directly changed the situation on the battlefield, so they had no idea.
He met without hesitation and did not retreat.
They were confident that under the attack of the Temple Alliance, they would hold on until the black carriage arrived. Although many people would definitely die, when they found that more than ten thousand Tang cavalry began to charge, they felt danger.
But at this time the battlefield of the wasteland was in chaos. The most powerful soldiers of the Tang and tribe had no way to support the tribe members on the right, and even if they rushed over at this time, they could not defeat the Tang army of the Ten Thousand Cavalry that had already begun to charge.
So they continued to enter the central hinterland silently and strongly, hoping to severely destroy the spirit of the temple coalition forces and best to annihilate the legendary apologists. If they can do this, they might be defeated in this war that will surely be defeated.
, and it can also win some turning points, at least it can make the tragic moment of the deserted people being exterminated later.
The central hinterland of the temple coalition was the army of Southern Jin. The Southern Jin was considered to be the second most powerful country in the world, and the Southern Jin cavalry also claimed to be the second most powerful army in the world. Until they came to the wasteland and started fighting with the wasteland, they
Only then did they understand what a shameful self-proclaimer it was. At this time, they were facing the tough attacks of more than 2,000 most powerful warriors in the desert. The formation was suddenly in chaos, and several practitioners were even chaotic.
The hooves were trampled to death.
Cheng Ziqing, a powerful man from the Southern Jin Jian Pavilion, was wearing an ordinary Southern Jin cavalry uniform, riding on a horse, waving the sword in his hand to kill left and right, but his eyes were always staring at a powerful leader of a deserted man dozens of feet away.
The powerful leader of the wilderness was very powerful. There were already three disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were shocked to death by this person. At least dozens of Southern Jin cavalry were knocked down by this person with an iron rod-like thing.
At this time, the situation of the Southern Jin cavalry was very bad. If the leader of the deserted man rushed over, it would definitely cause panic. The middle abdomen was broken, and the deserted man could face the escort cavalry of the Xiling Temple. Looking at the momentum of the deserted man, the opponent would be the same.
The purpose is to eat the thousand escort cavalrymen alive.
Cheng Ziqing's face suddenly pale, and an extremely quiet sword intent oozed out from under the ordinary military uniform of his body. The sword left his hand and turned into a long rainbow, piercing the leader of the deserted man.
There was only a sharp sound that was heard. This flying sword containing his lifelong cultivation directly cut off the waist and abdomen of the leader of the desert. Blood sprayed like rain, but the sword force was still not over, and the handle was carrying the
The lower half of the corpse of the leader of the famous deserter flew sideways and flew towards the back of the extremely distant wasteland.
Several deserted men showed sad expressions and flew towards Cheng Ziqing.
Cheng Ziqing's face remained unchanged, and he used his fingers as a sword to easily knock down the few deserted people. As a powerful man in the Sword Pavilion in the Southern Jin Dynasty, his cultivation level was only below the sword saint Liu Bai, and he was a grade in the Zhiming Realm.
The great practitioner, an ordinary wilderness, is not his opponent? In the previous battles, he always kept a low profile and forbearance, just to complete this shocking attack.
Now that the goal is achieved, he will naturally not be in love with the battle. No matter how powerful a practitioner is, his body is still fragile. On this battlefield filled with flying axes, arrows and the vital energy of heaven and earth, he may die for inexplicable reasons at any time, let alone,
After he cast the strongest sword in his life, he urgently needed meditation and rest.
Cheng Ziqing raised his hand and pointed it into the air, trying to retract the flying sword. However, at this moment, he heard the sound of his feet stepping on the ground like a drum from the distance of the battlefield, and his face suddenly changed drastically.
The soles of his feet stepped on the ground like a drum. The man came very quickly, but the faster one was his fist, an extremely terrifying hot fist intention, hitting Cheng Ziqing's face at a distance of dozens of feet!
Cheng Ziqing was exhausted at this time and his body was exhausted. He didn't know how many miles of his natal sword flew out. How could he have a way to resist this terrifying boxing intention? He had to wait for death.
With a crisp crack, a thunder exploded in front of him.
The fist intention collided with the thunder, and the extremely powerful aura of heaven and earth was shattered. The war horse under Cheng Ziqing was directly shocked to death, and his body was also shocked and flew backwards and fell heavily.
On the ground.
With a puff, Cheng Ziqing's face was pale and he couldn't stop vomiting blood. With the help of the thunder, he avoided the terrifying boxing intention, but was still shaken by the fluctuations of the heaven and earth energy generated when the two collided.
Seriously injured.
The most serious thing is that he lost contact with his natal sword. This powerful man from the Southern Jin Jiange was shot and destroyed by Ning Que's arrow in Lanke Temple the autumn of the previous year. With the help of his senior brother Liu Bai, he finally managed to do so.
, and then refine the second natal sword, which is even more powerful than before. If you destroy it at this time, the damage to him will be even more terrible.
When the first thunder sounded, there was a second thunder.
Thunder kept ringing on the wasteland, and extremely thin lightning illuminated the smoke and dust. The lightning did not come from the high altitude, but appeared and then fell suddenly in a space more than ten feet away from the wasteland.
The power of these lightning is not as terrifying as the real lightning in nature, but if it falls on people, it will still cause extremely terrifying lethality. Even the most powerful warrior of the wilderness will be turned into ashes with one blow.
But strangely, the lightning that was born in the void did not hit the deserted warriors everywhere on the battlefield, but disappeared and appeared sometimes, as if chasing someone, like a spiritual sword.
There are goshawks that build nests on the ground on the wasteland. The nests of goshawks have long been trampled into ruins by countless horse hooves. The goshawks are flying in the air in horror, reluctant to leave but can do nothing.
When the lightning sounded, it finally couldn't bear the horror in its instinct and could no longer care about the childish eagle in the nest. It roared and flew into the higher air with two sad sounds.
The goshawks dare not fly north because there are black clouds in the north, so they can only fly up and south. The higher they fly, the smaller the people on the wasteland will be, and gradually become dense ants.
If the sky had eyes, the human beings who were fighting for life and death on the wasteland at this time were probably smaller than ants. They might be confused and laughed at all the things they saw.
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