Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 441 Ten Thousands of Troops

"Great! The defenders are here!"

"No matter how powerful this demon is, facing an army of 100,000, he will be killed even if he has three heads and six arms!"

"That's right. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would die with hatred when facing a battle array of 100,000 soldiers!"

Hope was rekindled in the hearts of the people who were hiding in the dark and observing the situation in Xueyue Tower.

The sound of the ground shaking became stronger and stronger, as if the entire earth was shaking. The sight of thousands of troops galloping forward was truly spectacular.

The black-armored soldiers rushed towards Xueyue Tower like a surging tide. Their steps were in unison, and their armors gleamed with a cold light in the night.

The deafening sound of footsteps was like thunder, terrifying. From afar, this black tide seemed to have infinite power, as if it was going to swallow up everything that stood in its way.

In the face of this powerful force, Xueyue Tower seemed to have become a lonely island, about to be submerged by the surging tide.

A buffer island in Bijiang.

"Hey, it's bitten."

An old man who was fishing at night was delighted, but at this moment, he seemed to sense something and his eyes slowly looked towards Bijiang Ferry.

"This Zhou Liwen is too much of a fool this time. He even brought all the cavalry into the city? Oh, this kid is really spoiled. Forget it, let you make trouble for a while. If you don't have enough fun, I'm afraid something else will happen."

The old man who fished at night sighed and shook his head helplessly. "I will tolerate you for two more years, and then I can send you off after ten years."

Then he turned his gaze and refocused his attention on the big fish that had taken the hook. Excitement appeared in his eyes and he began to take it seriously.

"After I finish dealing with this river fish, I'll rush over to clean up your mess. That'll be just right."

The old man who fishes at night is none other than the marshal of the 100,000 defenders, the Nascent Soul cultivator Tu Yangjun.

Linjiang City.

Wei Lianggu made a move, but he felt uneasy for no reason. "Brother Fu, why do I feel a little uneasy?"

Fu Shaoming chuckled. "Brother Wei, is it because your chess skills are not good today? I defeated you in the middle game in just one day. Do you want to cheat me?"

Just then, the servant rushed into a courtyard in panic.

Fu Shaoming looked unhappy and scolded, "Why are you so abrupt?"

The attendant hurriedly handed over a piece of letter paper and said, "An urgent letter from Bijiang Ferry late at night."

Wei Lianggu's face changed slightly. He was playing chess here. If something big had not happened, he would never spend huge amount of money to use lanterns to deliver messages in the middle of the night.

He stretched out his hand and the white paper fell into his hand. He was even more shocked when he saw it. "Zhou Liwen is dead!"

He immediately lost interest in playing chess and flew away from the spot. "Brother Fu, something big happened at Bijiang Ferry. Let's meet again another day."

Fu Shaoming looked at the escaping Wei Lianggu and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face.

"This is a rare opportunity. The Daosha Territory, which was once a solid block, is finally going to be shaken. And the Demonic Cherry Valley will surely gain the greatest benefit from this incident."

"It will take at least half a day to get back to Bijiang Ferry from here. I can only help you up to this point. I have delayed you for so long, so I am repaying your favor."

Wei Lianggu, who was hurrying to escape, hoped that General Xu could keep the situation under control and that nothing unexpected would happen, otherwise he would have a hard time explaining to his superiors.

How could he know that Old Xu's Yuanying was still playing with the river fish. At this moment, his mind was completely on this meter-long fish, and he had no other thoughts.

The sea and sky are connected,

The iron armor is translucent and cold.

Tens of thousands of cavalrymen quickly arrived in front of Xueyue Tower.

The iron cavalry, with the force of thunder, swept towards Xueyue Tower like a surging river.

The vibration caused by the powerful impact was so strong that even Wang Qiye, who was sitting on the roof of the fifth floor, could clearly feel the earth shaking.

Some of the more timid people had already been frightened out of their wits by the overwhelming momentum. They left their houses in panic and fled out of the city regardless of everything.

Looking at the iron cavalry coming like a tide, Wang Qiye felt a surge of complicated emotions for no reason.

However, fate had put him on the opposite side of them.

He slowly stood up and waved his hands slightly. The two swords that were deeply inserted into the roof seemed to have been summoned by something and instantly fell into his hands.

Then, he pushed his feet hard, and his body was like a cannonball fired out of a gun, with an unstoppable momentum, shooting straight at the cavalry downstairs that was like a surging wave.

In the strict military formation formed by the iron cavalry in cold armor, Wang Qiye's figure was like an extremely sharp knife, plowing out a white wave in the surging waves.

Wherever he passed, the cavalry fell down one after another, like harvested wheat.

But these iron cavalry and cold-armored warriors remained fearless. With a determined light flashing in their eyes, they continued to charge towards the demon with determination.

They are lined up closely together, like an indestructible Great Wall of Steel, firmly carrying out their mission and showing fearless courage and tenacious fighting will.

"kill!"

The whole scene is filled with a suffocatingly tense atmosphere of battle. Every detail seems to be magnified, making people feel as if they are on the scene, truly feeling the thrilling duel, as if they can hear the sound of metal clashing, the shouts of killing echoing in their ears, and smell the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air.

Wang Qiye nimbly jumped onto an ownerless horse. He squeezed his legs hard, and the horse was immediately frightened and rushed forward like an arrow.

At this moment, the sword intent in his body surged violently, as if an invisible powerful aura surrounded him. Wherever he went, enemies fell down one after another, paving a road behind him.

"Crescent Slash"

He raised the knife in his hand lightly, and instantly shot out two arc-shaped knife auras.

The two crescent-shaped death blades whizzed out with deadly power like precisely calculated ballistics.

Each blade of energy dragged a slanting trail as it moved freely through the enemy formation, knocking down more than thirty people along the way before gradually dissipating its energy.

The bows, crossbows and hidden weapons around were like a heavy rain, shooting towards the demon.

However, two third-level defensive magic weapons lit up around the Black Crow Taoist, shining brightly and forming a solid protective barrier.

He was not afraid at all in the hail of bullets. Wherever he passed, he would occasionally send out a few sharp sword qi. Each sword qi was like a harvester, instantly harvesting a large area of ​​cavalry armor.

He was truly like a brave and invincible warrior who could defeat ten thousand enemies. He rushed around on the battlefield, and wherever he went, the enemies were unable to resist and no one could match him.

Zang Ding looked at the demon who was surrounded in the center. After seeing him break a third-level defensive magic weapon, he calmly took out another one from the storage bag. His face couldn't help but become a little ugly.

As one of the ten main generals of this army and also one of the few Jindan cultivators, he could naturally see that the demon was extremely powerful.

Now, only the attacks of the second-level cultivators can shake his defensive magic weapons. Those ordinary fine steel bows and crossbows, when shot at the demon, can basically be said to be better than nothing.

Do we really have to wait until the infantry arrives, surround him, and kill him with human lives?

Zang Ding couldn't help feeling hesitant and helpless. He knew very well that doing so would result in huge casualties, but there seemed to be no better way at the moment.

Sitting on the top of the city wall, Feiyun Sect's Jindan cultivator Weng Zhixiang, who drank a sip of wine in a depressed mood, was staring at the Black Crow Taoist who was charging back and forth in the cavalry formation like a killing god, and he felt an inexplicable resentment in his heart.

He had worked hard for four years on a five-year mission, but he didn't expect that it would be completely ruined by this kid tonight. Don't you think it's infuriating?

I should have been more alert today, but this group of people called several girls from Xueyue Tower into the camp, including Miss Jingshu who had just got married recently.

She only serves two customers a night. After I tasted her once, I couldn't get her out of my mind.

This time she was invited into the camp. Weng Zhixiang thought that this group of people could finally have peace tonight, so he hugged the beauty and happily returned to his tent, ready to enjoy the whole night.

Unexpectedly, this group of useless guys actually ran away secretly. When they finally broke into his tent in a panic, he was almost scared to death.

However, looking at the methods of this demon, who has the strength of a late Jindan, his idea is indeed a bit tricky!

Weng Zhixiang secretly thought that he should wait until their forces were almost exhausted before going up himself. He couldn't take risks now. If something unexpected happened, he would suffer a huge loss.

As he thought about it, he took another sip of wine, but his eyes never left the battlefield, closely following the development of the situation.

Although the Black Crow Taoist was extremely brave, his horse and he were already stained with blood, and it was difficult to tell whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood. He was like a god of war fighting bloody battles, exuding a chilling aura on this fierce battlefield.

But the cavalrymen around him were still fearless. They all had firm eyes and held their spears high. With powerful momentum, they continued to attack him like a surging tide.

Every attack was carried out with the determination to die, as if a warrior who was not afraid of life or death was willing to stop this powerful enemy at the cost of his own life.

"Crescent Slash"

Two more blade qi flew out from the demon's hand. The crescent-shaped blade qi seemed to have life, drawing an arc that was unpredictable, and instantly cut through the necks of 30 people at an extremely fast speed.

The 60 cavalrymen paused for a moment, then fell down under their horses like felled trees, raising a cloud of dust.

The bloody atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly intense, yet the fighting continued. Both sides were caught in an almost crazy fight, as if neither was willing to retreat even a single step. The scene was thrilling, making people feel the cruelty and intensity of war.