Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 443: The End of the Sword

A general should be a soldier.

If this is a test paper of Youcheng Military Academy, then the student who fills in the word "sympathy" in the brackets will definitely not get any points.

Because this question appears every year on the test paper of the Military Academy for training generals, and the answer to this question is the same and unique every year.

A general should lead the soldiers.

Of course, opponents can have ten thousand reasons to argue that this sentence is inappropriate: those who lead the soldiers will naturally bear the brunt of the battle, but once the general dies first, who will command the remaining soldiers? How to deal with the shaken morale?

And to be more utilitarian, the difference in resources invested by the Immortal Alliance in training an ordinary soldier and training an elite general is more than ten times? An officer who can graduate from the Military Academy and perform his duties in the army has at least millions or even tens of millions of Immortal Alliance investment on his shoulders. If he dies hastily on the battlefield, how can he justify this training?

These principles are all correct, but fighting in the military formation is not about reasoning with people, nor is it about arguing about right and wrong. Instead, every officer and soldier involved must fight the enemy with their own lives! It is a group of practitioners who have far superior violence to ordinary people, training and hibernating in the barracks day after day, isolating themselves from the world of flowers and red dust, and then, when the wilderness invades, they burn out what they have learned and practiced for many years on the battlefield.

In theory, this is not a choice that a normal and rational person would make.

Therefore, a general in the army must never use reason to lead the troops to fight. Only by using one's own blood and energy to inspire the blood and energy of thousands of soldiers behind you can you win the victory on the battlefield.

And this is the belief that Guan Tiejun has always adhered to and never wavered in his long life as a soldier, growing all the way to the Marshal of Zhu Wangding Desert Army and the General Commander of the Immortal Alliance.

Now, when the Immortal Alliance encounters an unprecedented strong enemy, Guan Tiejun also stands at the forefront without hesitation.

At first, there was no lack of opposition.

Using the blood-stained robe of the Immortal Ancestor as a barrier to conceal the opponent's perception, launching a surprise attack in silence, holding the Ningyuan Holy Sword, carrying the hundreds of swords of strange people gathered by the local Taixu Formation under his feet, and slashing the real immortal with the sword... This is the last fight from the Immortal Alliance in this game. It is a desperate attack that has to be launched when all plans have failed, and even the Eight-Directions Slashing Blessing Formation and the 100,000 soldiers of the Immortal Alliance cannot do anything to the opponent.

This attack no longer requires the general to lead the troops, nor does it need to inspire the blood of the 100,000 troops. On the contrary, it requires an executor who is as cold and cruel as a sharp arrow, and it requires the most skilled swordman among the millions of soldiers of the Immortal Alliance to control the Ningyuan Holy Sword.

And this person is not Guan Tiejun.

Although this marshal has a glorious military exploit with his own hands and a Yuanying who has reached a great realm, he is not known for his talent in swordsmanship, or in other words, he has never been known for his outstanding skills in any immortal art. Among the hundreds of arts in the army, he can hardly be the top in any one. He was just good at mastering all these arts, integrating them, and finally turning them into solid and prominent military exploits.

However, even such a skill was sealed by countless hideous scars after decades of life and death... It has been a long time since anyone in the Nanxiang Dinghuang Army saw the Marshal's true essence fairy light like the scorching sun. His blood was depleting, his meridians were withering, and his extremely tenacious will was mostly used to suppress the pain of his broken body.

He was far from his peak, and even when Lu Youyou wanted to arrange a secret method for him to advance to the God of Transformation in private, he refused on the grounds that he was unable to bear it.

How could such a person serve as the vanguard of this last fight? In fact, just controlling the Ningyuan Holy Sword was already a nearly impossible task. Because the chaotic fairy sword from the Mahayana True Lord must be supplemented by the full-power operation of the Fairy Alliance Array before it can be controlled by the later generations of the realm of Yuanying and God of Transformation. However, when the Immortal Alliance had to launch the last fight, most of the formations at the foot of the Spiritual Mountain were no longer available, and the sword holder needed to burn his life, memory, and even everything that could be burned before he could swing the holy sword.

And how many flammable things could be left in Guan Tiejun's body?

But in the end, Guan Tiejun personally took out the Ningyuan Holy Sword, held it in his hand, and stepped onto the front line in silence.

Then, it opened everyone's eyes.

At this moment, when the shoulder of the True Immortal Bai Cheng was cut by the Ningyuan Holy Sword and blood was dripping, the top floor of the fortress was tightly wrapped by ink-drenched sword marks. In this spider-web-like sword formation, the injured had almost no room to move, and her opponent even maintained a perfect barrier technique, and every sword shot was unpredictable. Every sword shot also maintained the power at its peak, as if the fuel driving the holy sword was still endless.

The Hundred Swordsmen of the Immortal Alliance in the local Taixu Formation even had a faint illusion that as the battle progressed, they not only did not weaken, but became stronger. Every time they swung the holy sword, they merged more deeply with this chaotic immortal sword that had drunk the blood of countless true immortals, so that the sword skills in their hands, which had been tempered for thousands of times and reached perfection, actually showed signs of a breakthrough in the battle!

The onlookers who presided over this local Taixu Formation also saw with their own eyes that Guan Tiejun's momentum was constantly expanding, and after a certain critical point, he overwhelmed his opponent!

At this time, it was only one step away from Zhuxian!

When taking the last step, everyone exhausted their own caution. No one wanted to fail at the last moment, and no one doubted that the true immortal above his head must have a strange fairy art that was enough to reverse the victory or defeat.

So, when Guan Tiejun finally took the last step and slashed the holy sword from Bai Cheng's blind spot, everyone at this moment, condensed all the sincere thoughts in their hearts, and roared silently in their hearts.

Hit!

Hit! Hit!

However, in the roar of everyone, a thin figure suddenly flashed beside Bai Cheng, and just blocked the fatal sword like a shadow of Bai Cheng!

That was Guan Dingnan!

In the local Taixu formation, all the swordsmen with strange swords couldn't help but produce an almost undetectable stagnation at this moment.

The appearance of Guan Dingnan was not surprising, because when planning this strange man and hundred swords, the staff in the formation had already deduced the factor of Guan Dingnan. He had been quietly lurking and approached by Bai Cheng a long time ago, and captured and bewitched. Fortunately, as a front-line commander, the things on his shoulders and burning in his chest helped him to dissolve some of the power of the immortal art to a certain extent, and he did not fall completely into his control, but he had to pretend to be sick in the fortress.

Such a situation, of course, could not last long. With a mere golden elixir to contend against the true immortal, no matter how much external force was added, it was only a matter of time before it fell... Moreover, when this last sword was unsheathed, it must mean that all the arrangements in the local area had become invalid. And Guan Dingnan was also likely to be used by the other side. In the worst case, he might even be refined into a puppet to die in his place.

He was the commander-in-chief of the frontier of pioneering, and a soldier who had won the respect of millions of coalition forces with his diligence and solid military exploits.

At the same time, he was also the son of the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.

When Guan Tiejun's son suddenly appeared in the sword formation and blocked the sword for Bai Cheng... Every swordsman who was in the Taixu formation and brought himself into the marshal felt an instinctive struggle and resistance.

So, this supreme Taixu spiritual perception also had a flaw at this moment.

However, the flaw in the underground secret room did not become Guan Tiejun's flaw.

The hesitation of Qi Ren Bai Jian did not appear in his heart at all. He seemed not to see the face of his biological son who was so close to him, and he seemed not to notice that the help from Taixu had been cut off. He just burned everything and drew the most flawless, even more flawless trajectory with the holy sword in his hand.

At this moment, only Guan Tiejun could cut this perfect sword!

And Ningyuan Holy Sword also cut down from top to bottom with an unstoppable posture!

Then, the overlapping shadows under the sword were scattered.

Bai Cheng's right hand was cut off by the holy sword, and his arm was instantly turned into ashes, disappearing as if inexplicably. The wound section that opened from the shoulder and neck was firmly attached to the rich night like a ulcer attached to the bone. In the boiling night, all the vitality of Bai Cheng was quickly corroded.

In front of Bai Cheng, Guan Dingnan also had his right hand cut off, and the injury was the same as Bai Cheng, but his arm did not disappear. Although the injury to his shoulder and neck was heavy, it was not fatal to a Jindan practitioner.

The core power of the Ningyuan Holy Sword is not used to kill the people of the Immortal Alliance.

Therefore, the same sword wound has completely different results.

So... Guan Tiejun's flawless sword slash at the critical moment surprisingly achieved flawless results!

The True Immortal Bai Cheng was cut off by the Ningyuan Holy Sword, but Guan Dingnan, who was taken hostage, miraculously saved his life!

This is indeed a miracle that only Guan Tiejun can accomplish.

However.

The miracle froze at the moment of blooming.

The time and space on the top floor of the fortress seemed to be still.

Guan Tiejun's Ningyuan Holy Sword finally severely injured Bai Cheng, but after this sword, the old man stood still, motionless, neither paying attention to his son's injury nor pursuing the victory.

Indeed, the injury on Bai Cheng's shoulder and neck was already a fatal injury - the Ningyuan Holy Sword would not only kill the host Bai Cheng, but also directly destroy the existence of Bai Cheng himself. It was like an incurable poison. Once the injury exceeded the critical point, the result was already determined.

However, at this moment, rather than expecting the destined result to come, anyone would take a step forward to bring that result forward.

Bai Cheng's right hand had been cut off. While the injury was fatal, the immortal arts and magical powers on his body should have collapsed. Facing the commander-in-chief of the coalition holding the holy sword, he could no longer resist. So... it should be a piece of cake to behead him with a sword.

But Guan Tiejun did not take this step.

The underground secret room, the 100,000-man army formation outside the fortress, and even the more distant hundreds of immortal alliance countries... countless eyes gathered on the top floor of the fortress, gathered on Guan Tiejun.

After the initial surprise, sighs flowed from the bottom of people's hearts.

Guan Tiejun, who was exhausted, could no longer move forward.

In this regard, no one could express a single regretful complaint.

Anyone who witnessed the whole process could see that the nearly 100 swords that Guan Tiejun slashed out in an instant, and the black sword net that seemed to cover only the top floor of the fortress, were incredible miracles.

He had already exerted a divine power far beyond the planned expectations!

It was expected that even the Sword Saint Ziwu, who had the most powerful swordsmanship in the army, could only slash out 15 swords at most under the infinite pressure of body and mind.

But 15 swords were obviously not enough to kill Bai Cheng. Even if she was just in a parasitic state, her strength still far exceeded the upper limit of the plan.

If it weren't for Guan Tiejun's performance that exceeded the limit, the last surprise force of the Immortal Alliance would have been defeated!

So, at this moment, although Guan Tiejun did not make this miracle come to a successful conclusion, it was enough.

After that, as long as Bai Cheng is devoured by the sword wound, she will die completely on the land of the Immortal Alliance, at the foot of the sacred mountain where she once practiced and lived... The biggest disaster on the road to pioneering will finally come to an end.

"Heh, it's finally over."

In the underground secret room, someone spoke out the voice in his heart.

This is of course an absolutely forbidden behavior. The strange people and hundreds of swords in the local Taixu formation must not be distracted by external forces when they are performing their respective skills. After all, a slight mistake may cause the total collapse of the top platform.

But now, since the outcome of the battle has been determined, it seems not surprising to indulge a little.

However, when people in the formation looked at each other at the same time, as if waiting for someone to speak first and ask everyone to cheer and celebrate...

"It's not over yet!"

An inexplicable roar suddenly burst out in everyone's heart. In the midst of surprise, people didn't even have time to distinguish the owner of this voice.

Because the battle is indeed not over yet.

On the top floor of the fortress, the boiling ink color on Bai Cheng's shoulder and neck injuries was slowly calming down.

In the Spiritual Qiling Hall of Lingshan, the golden blood flowing from Lu Youyou's seven orifices suddenly turned red! And the 100,000 soldiers she suppressed with the Yao Sword were ready to move!

Why?

At this moment, this question has inevitably appeared in everyone's mind.

Why, at this point, Bai Cheng is not dead yet, and even the wild poison he spreads has been faintly strengthened?

No one can answer this question.

At this time, only a few people on the field saw through the truth in an instant.

Guan Tiejun mercilessly killed Guan Dingnan with a sword, which indeed allowed his sword path to remain flawless... But the act of killing father and son, even if it did not cause fatal injuries, still satisfied Bai Cheng's needs.

The wild poison she spread here, the most needed nourishment is the fratricide of the people of the Immortal Alliance. The husband and wife turned against each other but a kind of fratricide. And the father and son fratricide carried out by the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces seemed to be the most grand sacrifice in the ceremony, enough to descend on the immortals.

In fact, if Guan Tiejun had not maintained the sword path perfectly with a decisiveness beyond anyone at the critical moment, thus saving Guan Dingnan's life... Once Guan Dingnan really fell, Bai Cheng would have been strengthened unprecedentedly at this time, and his injuries might even be completely recovered.

So, there is no way to blame anyone. If Guan Tiejun had not taken action personally, no one else would have been qualified to seriously injure Bai Cheng. However, seeing that Bai Cheng was about to revive, no one in the audience had the energy to stop her...

Except one person.

Guan Dingnan stretched out his remaining left hand and tried to support himself to stand up.

His mind was in chaos, his memory, his rationality... everything seemed to have been destroyed by someone, and only an instinctive thought drove him to come to his father like a walking corpse.

From the hands of the old man who was running out of energy, he took the Ningyuan Holy Sword, and the hilt was burning as if there was fire.

But he didn't notice it at all, turned his head, faced Bai Cheng, and approached slowly and resolutely step by step.

Bai Cheng was a little amused.

Although the sword wound just now almost cut off her life, she finally saved her life with a set of flawless preparations.

Now, her injuries are a hundred times more serious than Guan Dingnan.

But her magical powers are more than a thousand times better than his?

Even if she only has one breath left, she can't be hurt by a walking corpse.

But at this moment, a familiar voice sounded in her mind.

"Senior Sister Bai Cheng, please stop."

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Afterwards, everyone witnessed that Guan Dingnan finally came to Bai Cheng in desperation and stabbed the holy sword in his left hand deeply into her chest.

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