Chapter 433 Do You Dare to Leave Your Name (Recommendation Please Ask Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 433 Dare to Leave a Name (Please recommend and ask for a monthly ticket)

At this time, Ruoshui was no longer as lazy as usual. Uploaded by a netizen == With some emotion, he looked at the corpses of the hundreds of Zixiao swordriders.

Although he is a Taoist soldier who is as famous as the Xuanlong Scholar of the common people, his personal strength is not the same. But cavalry duels are so cruel, once the momentum is broken, overwhelmed, and crushed, it will be one-sided casualties.

She followed Xianjun Zong Weiran, and the master who pulled her out of the quagmire was also wise and wise.

But when it comes to the ability to command hundreds of cavalry to charge into battle, it is far inferior to the current king.

When she was slightly absent-minded, she could hear Yongqin whispering in her ears, "He—he—he didn't. It's impossible. Ming, it's only the sixth level, how could it be possible to grasp the sword intent, Extreme sword intent—"

Ruoshui smiled, raised Yongqin's chin from behind, his eyes were pure and innocent: "Why does it seem like you stuttered? I can't hear you well, dear, you must listen to what the younger brother says from now on?"

Yongqin's face was flushed red, but at this moment, for some reason, she couldn't speak smoothly.

In the chest, it was like overwhelming mountains and seas, she recognized it, it was the ultimate sword intent, the peak level of martial arts intent!

Obviously only at the sixth level of strength, but that martial arts mind has reached a height that Xie An Luoshi and Xuan Ye, whom she admires, can only look up to!

It is even more agile, as if the sword light has its own soul, its own soul.

This is kendo psychic! At any time, it is possible to enter the sword soul level!

In mid-air, Zongshou's Silverscale Windwalker was still galloping. This time, he rushed towards the 30,000 cavalry who followed.

As soon as Fang approached, he felt countless black arrows covering the sky and covering the earth.

"Yu Feng!"

Zong Shou was complacent, leading the cavalry, turned to the side at an angle, and avoided most of the arrows. The two hundred and forty silver-scaled wind treading beasts then used their natural supernatural powers, blowing a gust of wind around them.

Most of the arrows were blown away before they approached. The remaining part was also pushed away by the torrential momentum gathered by the common people's mysterious dragon warriors.

Then the two hundred and forty cavalry stepped down abruptly! Rush into the 30,000 cavalry!

Even without the use of a sword, with the impact of these two hundred and forty silver-scaled windwalkers, the countless knights in front of them, who were only second- and third-tier, were crushed to pieces!

I saw countless human-riding beasts being knocked out by these silver-scaled windwalkers. Where the two hundred and twenty three-thousand-jin red sword swept, it was invincible! In this army formation, Shengsheng has stepped out of a real 'blood road'!

It's like entering no one's land! Some of the more intelligent powerhouses were immediately killed by Zong Shou and the others. The 30,000 cavalry here can't stop the 240 Cangsheng Xuanlong warriors for a moment.

Just a moment later, a seventh-rank Heavenly Martial Sect in a navy blue Taoist robe finally appeared in front of Zong Shou.

"It's Wood Lingzi!"

Xuanshu reminded him that this was one of the four seventh-order elite disciples sent by Tailingzong.

Zong Shou nodded, but his face was somewhat disappointed. The strength of these seventh-order powerhouses is only average.

I don't know if it's because his vision has been too high since he broke through the sword soul level,

That Mu Lingzi ran away in the army for a while, seeing the iron cavalry behind, they were still chasing after him, galloping forward. That magnificent momentum, almost united with the heaven and the earth, is getting faster and closer. Knowing that there is no hope of evading, Mu Lingzi decided not to run away, and in an instant, he became one with the breath of tens of thousands of cavalry here. Countless streaks of silver sword light burst out, filling the sky and the earth, and rolling backwards.

"Taiqing Riding Wind Sword?"

Zong Shou's eyes lit up, and the fighting spirit that had subsided broke out again, and the brand new red sword in his hand was once again slashed out.

The sword light flew, and in an instant, it collided with the sword shadow of the Mu Lingzi dozens of times.

The energy of the explosion directly spread to all directions and the ground. The strong wind rushed to the party, within a hundred feet. All the knights whose strength was lower than Tier 4 rushed forward one after another. Some of the lower cultivation bases, with internal organs, were directly shaken to powder.

The ground was collapsing, and a deep pit with a width of hundreds of feet appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was at the moment when Zongshou's silver-scaled wind treading beast intersected with Mu Lingzi's figure. The crimson dragon-shaped sword light finally won. Force that Taiqing Riding Wind Sword away.

Then, with the spine of the sword, it slammed on the head of Mu Lingzi with a 'bang' sound. Knock out the heavenly strong man of the seventh level of strength directly.

"Give it to me!"

Zong Yuan behind him also had sharp eyes and quick hands. Stretching out his hand to grab this wood spirit, he charged in with his true energy, sealing off all the chakras.

Looking in front of him again, he saw an empty space that was about to completely penetrate the 30,000 cavalry army.

At this moment, there was a thunderous sound of iron hooves in the distance.

Zong Shou glanced sideways, and saw that Ji Lingzi of Tailingzong, who had once again gathered about 300 Zixiao Sword Riders, was rushing frantically from a distance.

Zong Shou smiled coldly and did not contact him. Leading the two hundred and forty riders behind him, he stepped directly into the formation and bypassed far away.

In the battle with Namu Lingzi just now, although he was successfully captured, no one was lost. However, the damage was still not small. The dozens of knights behind Zong Shou were more or less injured by the remaining wave of sword energy. A few more suffered serious internal injuries and were almost on the verge of death. It was only with the help of those around me that I held on and never fell down.

But if there was another fierce battle like that, it would be difficult to say how many people would be left among the 240 people.

Although he is confident, he can still break through the enemy. I also want to try Ji Lingzi's Taiqing Riding Wind Sword this time. But he didn't want to pay the price with the lives of these Taoist soldiers behind him.

Soldiers, the place of life and death, the way of survival, cannot be careless. It is necessary to consider the time of day, the location, and the harmony of people.

Among the enemy army, the favorable location and harmony are all unfavorable to him, only a dizzy fool would bump into it abruptly.

He led the cavalry team and took the 240 silver-scaled windwalkers around for about half a circle. After a while, they came to the front of the 30,000 cavalry again.

At this moment, those hundreds of Cangsheng Xuanlong warriors who followed Luo Shi and the others to sneak into Lewu County also came back one after another. But in a short while, the number of four hundred riders was once again gathered.

And behind Zixiao Sword Cavalry. It is also followed.

At this moment, Zong Shou stopped suddenly, and led the 400 cavalry to stop on a small hill. With an indifferent expression, condescending, he looked down at the three hundred Zixiao sword riders coldly.

The latter's breath was suffocated, and the leader Ji Lingzi's face turned ashen. It feels like Zong Shou at this moment, and the four hundred Cangsheng Xuanlongshi, are like goshawks soaring in the blue sky, looking down at their prey,

At this moment, he can't wait to rush over directly, tear this person into pieces, and behead all these common people's black dragon warriors! But he knew that at this time, the momentum of the four hundred red armored knights was at its peak! You can't beat your head.

Not only can't fight, but also need to retreat! Of the 30,000 cavalry, there are only 24,000 left. At this moment, it is slowly retreating, neat and orderly.

The Zixiao sword cavalry also did not dare to be alone, and moved closer to the cavalry formation next to them to support each other.

Until the hundreds of thousands of troops in the city came slowly. A total of 170,000 elites were gathered together in one place, and their aura resumed. Only then did Ji Lingzi breathe a sigh of relief.

After waiting, about 2,000 black-armored knights rushed out of the army, and Ji Lingzi's eyes gradually calmed down.

"This is Yuan Jiuchen's Yancheng iron cavalry, an elite formed by the King of Han, and served under Yuan Jiuchen's command. It is said that the strength has reached the level of innate—"

Listening to the introduction of the mysterious technique, Zong Shou was noncommittal, and looked at where the handsome flag was.

With a flash of inspiration in his eyes, he took everything in the fifty lands into his eyes. I saw a middle-aged man, sitting on top of a fifth-order riding beast, with a gloomy expression.

He recognized this person, he had seen it in the picture before coming, it was Yuan Jiuchen. The position is right in the center of the army, surrounded by countless elites.

Zong Shou smiled slightly, and said coldly: "Set up the flag!"

A few knights behind him immediately understood and raised a large flag high. On the crimson flag and streamer, embroidered with four large gold characters - Cangsheng Xuanlong!

The surrounding profound arts, as well as all the four hundred common people's profound dragon warriors, were all refreshed, and their fighting spirit was even higher.

Ji Lingzi over there was once again shocked, knowing that the leader of these common people's mysterious dragon warriors is not only unparalleled in the battle, but also a master of martial arts, and a master of mobilizing morale.

Just by simply raising the flag of the common people's black dragon, the momentum of the hundreds of thousands of troops will be completely neutralized.

At this moment, although he has gathered all the remaining Zixiao sword cavalry, there are two thousand more powerful Yancheng cavalry. There are still 170,000 elite generals as the backing, but they are still not half sure that they can win the battle.

"Then Yuan Jiuchen, it seems that he doesn't dare to fight anymore!"

The one who spoke was a Cangsheng Xuanlong Scholar behind Zong Shou, a sixth-level peak, and one of the only three hundred cavalry commanders. At this moment, he cursed in a cold voice unwillingly: "This old dog, there are times when he is afraid!"

Before the words fell, there was a roar of laughter from the surrounding people, full of ridicule and pleasure.

Xuanshu's expression is solemn: "This Yuan Jiuchen is very experienced in using troops, I'm afraid he can't take it by force today."

Zong Shou nodded slightly, in recognition. Looking at the army formation, hundreds of thousands of people are arranged in an orderly manner. Some elites were also gathered in one place to support the Quartet.

If you want to storm this formation, you must pay a huge price.

This was already in his expectation, but seeing it with his own eyes at this time, he also felt slightly regretful. If this person's head can be removed today, it will be the most gratifying thing, and it will also save countless troubles.

After contemplating for a moment, Zong Shou rode the silver-scaled wind treading beast down the mountain, led the cavalry, and rushed to the distance without haste. Today's fighter plane has been lost, and it is useless to stay more.

Ji Lingzi over there felt that the taste in his mouth was extremely complicated, and he was extremely unwilling, but he had no choice but to shout loudly: "Who the hell are you? Do you dare to leave a name?"

On the Cangshengdao side, they were all silent, knowing that Ji Lingzi asked, it would only be Zongshou.

But Zong Shou didn't turn his head, so he didn't answer. But after thinking about it carefully, he still said with a clear smile: "The common people talk about autumn!"

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