Chapter 135: Cultivation War

But seeing dozens of masters on the other side sacrifice their flying swords, each flying sword brought a cold light, turned into a cold lightning and slashed at the target.

There was also a spear that suddenly extended tens of meters, piercing through the human body from behind, bringing out desperate screams.

At a critical moment, a black line suddenly appeared below; the black line instantly hit several enemies, and the formation and encirclement broke.

There were a large number of 'black lines' that missed the target, and they flew to high altitude and began to slow down. Only then did Zhang Hao see clearly that they were thick crossbow bolts, and each crossbow bolt still had the light of the formation flashing on it.

The besieged masters began to fight back, and the two sides launched a brutal melee.

But there are big and small magic weapons, there are flying swords taller than people, shields that can block more than a dozen people, fire spells comparable to the scorching sun, and roaring frozen rivers.

The battle was swift and brutal, and from time to time someone screamed and fell into the clouds.

Zhang Hao paused for breathing. He was stunned by the war in this comprehension world. This is a real three-dimensional war.

Wei Zirong explained: "The more than 2,000 people who were defeated by the dragon-horse cavalry of the Kingdom of Yanyun just now are legions from the east."

The flying boat continued to approach, but it attracted the attention of both sides in the fierce battle.

There were dragon horse cavalry 'flying over', and dozens of masters from the east rushed forward-these masters were the ones from the east just now.

Wei Zirong's expression turned cold instantly: "Kill!"

The guards opened the mechanism on the flying boat, and a crossbow appeared. The surface of the strong crossbow is full of precious light, and the bolt is dark with a blue-black brilliance.

The two guards worked together to pull the crossbow away, and the buzzing sound of the bowstring revealed the extraordinary power of the crossbow; the next moment, the crossbow turned into a bolt of lightning and flew towards the master in the east.

A huge shield appeared in front of Master Dongfang, the shield was five or six meters in size, blocking all the people behind him.

The crossbow arrived suddenly, but there was a muffled sound in the sky, and a hole suddenly appeared in the center of the shield; afterward, blood spatter was seen behind the shield.

The shield shrunk rapidly, revealing the tragic situation behind - three people were shot through, rolled and landed, and one person had a crossbow bolt inserted in his chest, his complexion quickly turned black, staggered a few times, and fell headlong into the clouds.

A sentence suddenly appeared in Zhang Hao's mind: Nascent Soul is flying all over the sky, Jindan is not as good as a dog! This sentence is simply a true portrayal of the battlefield.

The guards continued to replace the crossbow bolts, and before the masters from the east approached, they fired another arrow.

This time the masters in the East learned their lesson, and they immediately changed directions to avoid the crossbow arrows. Even the masters in the east took out their strong bows, and they were still four or five miles away from the flying boat, so they bent their bows and set up arrows.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, an arrow spanned four or five miles and hit the flying boat. The arrow pierced through the bulkhead of the flying boat, revealing a seven-inch arrow, and the position of the arrow was facing Zhang Hao.

Looking at the gleaming arrow, Zhang Hao's face was full of fear, and a little cold sweat oozes from his brow. He clearly saw the arrow flying towards him just now, but he couldn't react in time. The means of a cultivator should not be underestimated; this arrow is several times more terrifying than a sniper rifle.

At this moment, Zhang Hao suddenly realized that this is a battlefield, not watching a 3D movie!

While in a daze, he suddenly saw a flying sword flying towards him; the barrier on the flying boat was easily pierced by the flying sword.

The flying sword flashed coldly, and flew towards his neck like lightning; the speed was so fast, Zhang Hao wanted to avoid it, but his body couldn't react in time.

A huge crisis and the shadow of death crawled into my heart.

"Clang!" Feng Zhiling stretched out his hand, and with the newly forged flying sword, easily cut off the opponent's flying sword.

The flying sword was cut, and a master in the distance spat out a mouthful of blood and fell downward; a man behind him waved out a huge palm spell, grabbed him, and threw him on the flying cloud behind.

Feng Zhiling stood in front of Zhang Hao with a serious expression: "Junior brother, get down!"

"Master Zhang, are you okay?" Wei Zirong came to Zhang Hao with a look of fear.

Zhang Hao looked directly into Wei Zirong's eyes, but in the depths of his eyes, he saw indifference.

Zhang Hao smiled: "It's okay."

In his heart, Zhang Hao was already full of vigilance towards the Kingdom of Jinyang. As for the flying boat used by the crown prince, its enchantment can be pierced by a flying sword, it's a lie!

Fortunately, I have an unreliable but very responsible brother by my side. Wei Zirong, you are disappointed! The Kingdom of Jinyang, right? I remember this!

The Eastern masters attacked again, seeing the cavalry approaching, they finally had to retreat.

The sound of rumbling horseshoes echoed in the sky, and as the distance approached, the sky seemed to tremble under the iron hooves.

Zhang Hao got up and looked at the cavalry in shock. This is a group of 'horses' about two meters high, with a cold light shining from the horns on their heads. The war horses were covered in armor, and what flashed in the eyes of each war horse turned out to be a fierce light.

It seems that this is not a horse, but a tiger!

First, a black-armored general galloped to the side of the flying boat and asked loudly, "Why did you come here? Why didn't you notify me in advance!"

Wei Zirong responded loudly: "Three tons of black iron for alchemy have been sent. Time is running out, so there is no time to notify!"

What Zhang Hao sold to Wei Zirong was four tons, but the one with the highest purity of 99.3% was kept with the prince. The three tons sent are 99%, 99.1% and 99.2% respectively.

When the general heard this, his tone softened instantly: "Then hurry up, the army in the east has gone crazy recently!"

Wei Zirong nodded, and asked the guards to drive the flying boat, and under the protection of the cavalry, he arrived at the male city ahead.

Seen from a high altitude, Jingshan City looks like a kunpeng crawling on the ground. On its north and south sides, two wide mountain ranges extend to the end of the line of sight, like two wings; in the middle of the two peaks is a valley that is more than ten miles wide.

This place is not flat, and the Jingjiang River, the second largest river in the Kingdom of Jinyang, passes through here.

Jingshan City straddles the Jingjiang River and suppresses the Jingjiang River under itself. The most majestic City Lord's Mansion was built just above the Jingjiang River. Below is a suspended, heavy stone bridge.

A thick defensive barrier shrouded the male city, connecting the north and south peaks, and firmly blocked the direction of the eastern army's westward advance.

And in front of Jingshan City, on a relatively flat land tens of miles wide, hundreds of thousands of legions from the east and west were fighting.

Here, Zhang Hao saw the fighting method of the magic weapon of war.

However, in the eastern army, several five- to six-meter-sized flying artifacts floated in the air, with icicles like rain on them; the magic artifacts flew over, the ground was in a mess, and thousands of soldiers died on the spot.

However, Western countries also have countermeasures. On some commanding heights, some powerful attacks from time to time can always achieve something. That seemingly powerful flying instrument can often be shot through from bottom to top and crash to the ground.

The masters of both sides are fighting in the sky, not one-on-one, but forming a battle formation. Or a group of three or five, or a wave of more than ten or twenty. Occasionally, there are a few heroes who want to fight alone, but they are quickly besieged and killed.

On the ground, the main armies of the two sides collided like tides, but what rolled was not waves, but blood.

Didn't there be formations erupting on the ground, trapping the eastern legions and creating opportunities for the western allied forces to kill. This is the layout of the Kingdom of Jinyang.

Cavalry, infantry, battle formations, magical weapons of war on the ground, rows of bows and crossbows, arrows covering the sky and covering the sun... Legions on both sides collided crazily, the rolling Jingjiang River, blood rolling.

On the battlefield, people are not as good as ants. In just a short while, thousands of people fell down.