Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 47 Zhao Yun arrives

"The son of Da Qin, come with me to fight!"

Although there were not as many powerful saints as the Holy Fire Cult, Da Qin was not afraid of fighting at all. Emperor Qin drew out his imperial sword, roared, and gave the order to attack.

"Jiujiao Lao Qin, we will fight against the national calamity together!"

Six million Qin soldiers roared, their morale was like a rainbow, and their fighting spirit was endless. The weapons in their hands were filled with evil spirits. Together, they seemed to have a fierce beast roaring with its mouth open. The scarlet light made people feel frightened.

The two armies, like a surging blood tide, surged in from the end of the sea and collided fiercely.

The soldiers who participated in this war were all warriors, both in quantity and quality, far exceeding the battles between the Great Qin Empire and the Six Kingdoms and Six Sects.

A warrior can shatter boulders!

Hundreds of warriors can level the hills!

Thousands of warriors can destroy mountains and cities, and level a huge mountain to the ground!

In the current war, there are tens of millions of warriors participating in the war. The scope of the battle has expanded to hundreds of miles in radius. The terrain is different, including majestic peaks, rivers, valleys and plains.

Standing in the battlefield, there were figures everywhere, sounds of fighting, corpses and blood everywhere.

"kill!"

Before a Great Qin soldier could take a breath after slashing the Holy Fire Priest soldier with his sword, several spears pierced his body, blood spattered, and he fell asleep here forever.

Behind him stood five Holy Fire priests, their bodies stained red with blood. After pulling out their spears, they continued to search for the target.

But not long after, they were surrounded by more than 20 Da Qin soldiers. After a brief confrontation, they were hacked to death with random knives, leaving their bodies intact.

This is a microcosm of the battlefield. Everyone is shrouded in death. Maybe the next second, maybe the next minute, they will be favored by the god of death.

The cold rain is blowing and the dark clouds are heavy;

Corpses littered the fields, and blood splattered into ditches!

"Wudao, you go to the rear of the battlefield first!"

Above the nine heavens, Qin Taizu looked at the ancestor of the Holy Fire Cult with vigilance. The white sword light wrapped around him, like a river of swords, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Ancestor, you have to be careful!"

It was too terrifying for a strong man in the Saint Realm to fight. Even if there was an aftermath, Qin Wudao couldn't bear it. After giving a warning, he turned around and left.

But he did not go to the safe rear, but went to the ground battlefield to fight bloody battles with the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty to the end.

On a certain battlefield, Liu Yong, a soldier of the Great Qin Dynasty, was besieged by several soldiers of the Holy Fire Cult. During the battle, their weapons fell to the ground, leaving him in danger.

Losing weapons on the battlefield is equivalent to self-inflicted martial arts, and you can only wait for death. Even Liu Yong himself felt that he would definitely die.

The two Holy Fire Priests raised their weapons high and were about to fall.

"cut!"

At the critical moment, two sword energy pierced the air and cut off the two Holy Fire Priest soldiers in half. Blood spurted out, giving Liu Yong a bloody bath, turning the world in his eyes into blood red.

He saw in the red world that several other Holy Fire priests were also killed by sword energy, and their blood was like a fountain.

"Are you okay!"

Qin Wudao came over, looked at Liu Yong who had turned into a bloody man, and asked hurriedly.

"Your Highness, I'm fine!"

Liu Yong rubbed his eyes, grateful.

"Since everything is fine, I will continue to fight!"

Qin Wudao nodded and charged towards the enemies in front. The sword energy swept across and killed all the enemies in his path.

"kill!"

Liu Yong picked up the soldiers on the ground, followed Qin Wudao, and kept killing the enemies. After a while, the team grew bigger and bigger, like a sharp sword thrust into the enemy's chest.

Being able to fight with the prince, they all have high morale and their combat effectiveness is several times stronger.

Although he was killing enemies on the ground, Qin Wudao's attention was always focused on the battle in the sky. After he left, the Holy War broke out.

"Five yuan returns for a while!"

Emperor Qin, Taizu Qin, Li Si, Bai Qi, and Zhang Gan entered the battlefield and immediately added formations. Their strength increased rapidly. They fought in a melee with the ancestors of the Seven Holy Fire Sect. Instead of losing, they had a slight advantage.

It is precisely because of this formation that the Qin Empire is not afraid of the Holy Fire Cult.

"The Pope of the Holy Fire Sect is also a warrior who has entered the Holy Realm. Why didn't he participate in the war? Could it be."

After looking at the battlefield in the sky, Qin Wudao frowned slightly, feeling an ominous premonition.

Soon, his ominous premonition was confirmed.

"kill!"

A roaring sound echoed over the battlefield.

I saw Duan Wanjiang suspended in the sky in the distance, murderous intent rising in his eyes, dragon shadows and flames emerging behind him, dragon eyes violent, and after making a roar, he dived towards the ground.

"not good!"

Qin Wudao's pupils shrank sharply, what he was most worried about happened.

Duan Wanjiang did not participate in the battlefield of the Saint Realm. Instead, he put aside his strong body and launched an attack on ordinary soldiers. No, to be precise, he carried out a massacre.

Boom boom!!!

The fire dragon fell to the ground and landed in the Qin army's camp. An army of a thousand people instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. The Qin soldiers shrouded in flames turned into fireballs. They struggled constantly, but could not escape the sea of ​​fire, and eventually became charred.

's corpse.

boom!

The fire dragon rose into the sky, and under Duan Wanjiang's control, continued to slaughter Qin soldiers. In a short while, tens of thousands of people were killed, adding a meaty smell to the bloody battlefield.

Countless soldiers of the Qin Dynasty were secretly frightened, fearing that the fire dragon would fall and turn into charcoal, which would lower their morale.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The Holy Fire Priest's eyes suddenly brightened, he was extremely excited, his face turned rosy, and he kept charging.

The corpses of soldiers of the Qin Dynasty lay in the rain of blood.

"Damn it!"

Qin Wudao cursed secretly, if this continues, the Qin soldiers might not be able to hold on for long. Even if they survive, how many people will be left when the battle is over?

"System, when will Zhao Yun come?"

The only thing he can count on now is the signed general Zhao Yun.

"Ding, it's coming soon!"

The system prompts were as cold as ever.

"Ha ha……"

Above the sky, Duan Wanjiang looked up to the sky and laughed. The murderous aura in his body became more and more intense. He looked around the battlefield and suddenly saw Qin Wudao. He was slightly startled and controlled the fire dragon to kill.

"I'm going!"

Qin Wudao raised his head, just in time to see the fire dragon, and hurriedly dodged, but no matter how fast he was, there was no way he could be faster than the attack of a strong man in the holy realm. In the blink of an eye, the fire dragon was about to fall.

"Don't hurt my lord!"

At this time, an angry voice came, which made Qin Wudao overjoyed. He saw a young general in white robes, riding a war horse and galloping in the void, holding a shining silver gun. The gun blossoms were blooming and he was extremely powerful.

The person coming is none other than Zhao Yun!

"go!"

Seeing the fire dragon approaching Qin Wudao, Zhao Yun's eyes narrowed, and there was no strong murderous aura. He threw out the bright silver gun and turned into a white dragon, carrying endless edge and piercing the sky!

This shot is like a dragon striking the sky, breaking the sky.

boom!

The fire dragon cast by Duan Wanjiang was directly pierced by the spear and dissipated in the void.

(End of chapter)