Martial Cultivator

One by one, the tired but tireless soldiers held swords and climbed to the top of the city from another place. They staggered a little as they walked, but they still surged towards the top of the city.

Looking at this scene, many demon clan soldiers were a little confused, probably because they didn't understand where they came from and why they came here now.

But they could tell that these human soldiers were very tired, so tired that they should even take a nap instead of fighting here.

So this scene will appear very...absurd!

The demon soldiers' confusion did not last long.

When a soldier slashes a demon soldier to death, even if they don't understand, they will temporarily forget these things and start to fight back.

Some demon generals stood in the distance, watching this scene and not caring. Even if there were human soldiers rushing to help, it was still meaningless.

Because ordinary soldiers cannot influence the outcome of this war. At this moment, all their monks are dead, and they can no longer defend this place.

They will only fail, failing with a helpless but unchangeable mentality.

The demon generals were looking for Ning Ping's body and wanted to cut off his head and give it to the Red Sleeve Demon Lord.

They headed that way, but the newly arrived human soldiers stood in front of them. To defend the city, they probably had to start by guarding the body of the general.

But can it really be defended?

No one cares about this problem, they are just doing these things.

The demon generals quickly reached Ning Ping's body. Looking at the general of Daliang North Territory who was still alive, someone raised a knife to chop off his head.

But when he raised the knife, it shattered.

And the next moment, their bodies were shattered together with the knife.

Most of the demon clan's blood is still hot, and when the hot blood explodes in all directions, it also feels quite different.

All the human monks are dead, so no one should be able to do such a thing.

The broken body of the demon general is here to prove that there is indeed someone who can do this.

But where is the person who made this possible?

The demon clan soldiers looked around, and finally saw a figure at the top of the city.

It was a very handsome human man. He was wearing a blood-red robe, which was very bright, as if it was dyed with blood.

He stood here and glanced at these demon soldiers, and then a large number of demon soldiers died one after another.

There were not many demon soldiers who climbed to the top of the city. After so many died, the remaining human soldiers went all out and killed many more.

Seeing this scene, some demon monks rushed towards the red-robed man, but soon they were all turned into pieces of corpses.

After the man in red robe finished doing this, he came to the side of Ning Ping's body and bent down to salute seriously.

At the same time, Daliang's soldiers also killed the demon soldiers at the top of the city.

The man in red robe came to the top of the city and turned his back to the soldiers.

Chang Fangyuan, the general of the state army who had just arrived from the south, gasped for air, clasped his fists and said: "I, Changping Prefecture Army General Chang Fangyuan, have taken over the defense of this place. May I ask who the immortal master is?"

The man in red robe did not turn around, he just looked ahead and said calmly: "Yingzhou, Chaolu Sect, Sect Leader Feng Liu."

Having said this, he paused again and said with a smile: "Defend the city with you!"

Chang Fangyuan breathed a long sigh of relief. The person in front of him had a good reputation. It was a good thing to be able to defend the city here, but... I'm afraid he was very weak.

Chang Fangyuan said gratefully: "On behalf of the border troops and the people of Daliang, I would like to thank Sect Leader Feng very much!"

Just as he was about to speak again, the sky in front of the city suddenly felt a surge of energy, large demonic clouds gathered, and countless demonic energies condensed in the sky.

There were bursts of muffled thunder, which was extremely scary.

In the demonic cloud, two towering Dharma signs suddenly gathered and appeared between heaven and earth, which was extremely shocking.

Those were two great Fuyun demons, both holding their own Dharma images open at this moment.

At the top of the city, a strong wind suddenly arose at this moment, making people unable to stand.

Feng Liu stood at the top of the city and said nothing, just letting the strong wind blow his clothes.

This former romantic Immortal, the well-deserved number one among the casual cultivators, and now the leader of the Chaolu Sect, just looked at the two Fuyun Demons and smiled.

"If you didn't take action earlier, you have to wait for me to come here. Isn't it too late now?"

Feng Liu stood with his hands behind his back, feeling quite like a fairy.

"You can't stop us either."

Outside the city, a majestic voice sounded, full of oppression, and a powerful pressure that fell on the city in an instant.

Feng Liu didn't take it seriously and just raised his hands to disperse these breaths so that the soldiers at the top of the city could breathe smoothly without being affected.

"Although I have just stepped into this realm, I always want to see what the use is of you stepping into this realm earlier than me."

Feng Liu was not afraid at all when facing these two towering Dharma signs.

"Come on, come on, my sect leader will be on top of this city today. Let's see if you climb to the top of the city, or if this sect leader will... kill you all."

As soon as Feng Liu finished speaking, half of the sky behind him suddenly turned blood red.

There is a big tree, right now in the sky, starting to grow wantonly!

In the bloody sky, this big tree almost filled the sky, and every leaf was blood red.

Feng Liu stood at the top of the city with a normal expression.

He was not sure that he could leave this place alive, but he was sure that he would take these two people to hell together.

At this moment, what he remembered was the meeting with Chen Chao.

In that so-called business discussion, both of them actually downplayed the word business, and they were still talking about common people.

Finally, Feng Liu came to his senses and laughed at himself, "I, Feng Liu, was born as a Daliang man and died as a Daliang ghost. This life has been very worthwhile."

He didn't understand this truth in the first half of his life.

Isn't it too late?

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In the sky outside the General's Mansion, as several Fuyun demons joined the battlefield, the pressure on the Taoist Tongxuan and the goddess increased a lot.

Yun Jian Yue herself faced off against the strongest Zhu Ri, and even used thunder pools to trap another Fu Yun Great Demon.

This was already his limit, and he couldn't control the rest.

In the battle with Zhuori, he used all his methods, and he threw out countless talismans left by the Taoist masters of the past generations. Although it could cause some trouble to Zhuori, it was actually of no avail.

Across a different realm, the power of these talismans cannot be said to be huge.

However, when this scene fell into the eyes of the small incense burner on the shoulder of Taoist Tongxuan on one side, it was not the case.

He sighed, "Look, everyone is doing great work. They are throwing talismans out one by one. They are all Taoist priests. Why is there such a big gap?"

Taoist Tongxuan had some energy to pay attention to it before, but now as more Fuyun Demons join the battlefield, he himself is unable to do anything.

I couldn't say a word at all.

The little incense burner said to himself, "Didn't these monsters kill a lot before? Why are there still such old ones? Isn't it outrageous?"

Taoist Tongxuan did not speak, but silently offered up a Bagua mirror, but it was quickly broken into pieces by the two Fuyun demons. The fragments scattered, and Taoist Tongxuan took a few steps back uncontrollably, his face pale.

The small incense burner stumbled and almost rolled down. After it sat down again, it lowered its head and swallowed a big mouthful of incense ashes before spitting it out.

Large pieces of incense ash blended into the green Tao Qi, which made the Fuyun demons in front of Taoist Tongxuan stop moving forward.

"Stop throwing up."

Taking advantage of this gap, Taoist Tongxuan had the energy to speak, his voice full of fatigue.

"I'm not going to vomit anymore. You probably will die in another half-quarter of an hour. Why, you came all the way here just to die here?"

The little incense burner frowned and said angrily: "Don't think about this kind of thing, it will be difficult to rebuild. What will you do if you lose it again?"

"If you vomit again, you will die!"

Taoist Tongxuan was a little angry.

"Then how can we treat it without vomiting? If we die, we will die. Isn't there nothing we can do about it?"

The little incense burner complained: "With such a disparity, I really don't know how that guy got the confidence. By the way, is there anyone who can help?"

Just as the complaint from the small incense burner rang out, the sound of swords suddenly sounded again between heaven and earth.

A crisp and clear sword sound resounded throughout the world!

Then, in everyone's eyes, a ray of green sword light cut through the sky, killing many Fuyun demons here with monstrous sword energy.

The sword is very famous, and today's century-old sword is weed.

He is also very famous, the most amazing great swordsman of this generation.

Behind the sword light is a young swordsman, who appears to be carrying a sword gracefully.

For a moment, the sky was full of sword energy and sword intent, as if it was going to fill the entire sky.

The young swordsman, without saying a word, used his sword to cover a Fuyun Great Demon, preventing him from leaving. However, at the same time, he was also targeted by several other Fuyun Great Demons, almost In an instant, they were surrounded.

Then everyone heard an extremely angry voice coming from the cloud, "Damn it, you guys are so shameless. After practicing for so many years, you are so cowardly that a group of people beat me alone. Damn it." Yes, you can challenge me to a duel!"

Listening to the voice, who else could it be besides Yu Xiyi, who had been in retreat before? !

However, after breaking through, this young man who was supposed to become the third and youngest Fuyun Sword Immortal in the world was not only unable to show his majesty at this moment, but also had to fall into a situation of being besieged and killed again.

However, his appearance more or less relieved some of the pressure on them.

The little incense burner was still dissatisfied, "Just one in the end?"

It was very sad at the moment, because it felt that its master's Tao Qi had declined drastically.

He turned around and looked at the other side of the city, wishing that in the blink of an eye a group of Fuyun monks would jump on top of the city and kill all the monsters.

Maybe as long as this happens, my master will not die, right?