No one expected that Song Zining would blatantly attack the dark army head-on this time. The point he chose to break out was the strongest part of the encirclement, which belonged to the battle line of a nerubian first-class viscount.
In this battle, he put on the black and silver ghost mask again, and rushed ahead of the whole army alone. He used his non-gold and non-jade spears to deploy as hard as he could. The guns were like lightning, and the people were like dragons. .
After breaking through the siege, Song Zining turned back.
His dark gray black silver battle armor has turned scarlet, and his robe is soaked in blood. It is impossible to tell whether it is the enemy's or his own. Even the mask is damaged in many places, which shows the danger of the battle.
Song Zining leaned his gun on the ground and stood quietly. Opposite him was a chaotic battle formation. There were still at least half a division of dark race chasing troops. Behind him stood a dozen strong human races who refused to evacuate with their own troops. .
He looked straight ahead, but there was no dark army full of people in his eyes, as if he was waiting for something.
The dark warriors running wildly stopped a hundred meters away, separated like a wave, and walked out of a blood count. This rank is already a strong guard on one side of the battlefield, it can be seen that the dark race really spent money to stop Song Zining.
"Surrender, you may get the honor of being first embraced by His Royal Highness the Prince, otherwise, your end will be to be put on the blood banquet table." The Blood Earl said. He wears a small crown of fire around his collar, and the Spock clan of the Twelve Ancient Bloodlines has always been a member of the hard-line Patriarchs.
Song Zining's answer was only to slowly raise the tip of the spear. Suddenly, the autumn was cold and the fallen leaves were falling, each of which shone with a sharp light like a blade. It seemed that he didn't care that the other party was a powerful Earl, who was three levels higher than him. Regardless of whether he was in the Eternal Night or the Dawn camp, the difference in level was likely to invalidate many attacks and defenses.
The rich blood energy around the Blood Earl surged, and there were many images of land beasts indistinctly, galloping and roaring, as if they would become real in the next moment.
Suddenly, an extremely clear and long sword chant resounded, with a stern sword intent soaring to the sky, as if a magic soldier was unsheathed. At some point, a figure appeared on the west side of the battlefield, with sword energy as the bone and white jade as the muscle, and a sapphire blue battle robe was dazzling, like the sky and the sea.
The corners of Blood Earl's pale eyes drooped slightly, casting a solemn shadow. The visitor was very imposing. He was a thirteenth-level human warrior. Although he was still one level lower than him, the Blood Earl instinctively felt extremely dangerous pressure.
The stalemate between the two sides was just a blink of an eye. The Blood Earl suddenly let out a sharp howl, and the billowing blood was absorbed, and his figure disappeared from the spot like smoke, and when he reappeared, he had retreated into the dark army, and the next moment he was hundreds of meters away.
The blood earl retreated suddenly, and the dark army also began to retreat, but at this moment, the sound of sword chant was loud, like the sound of dense rain in a rainstorm. I saw a straight blue sword light swaying out. Wherever it passed, the dark warriors were cut off like harvested rice and wheat, and blood poured into the ground like a river.
The young man in blue withdrew his sword, looked at the dark army that had turned into a rout, and showed a smile full of fighting spirit, then turned his head to look at Song Zining.
At this time, the banner of the army that the empire came to support appeared on the distant horizon.
Song Zining met the man's gaze and nodded slightly, but he never put away the domain, nor did he let go of the spear in his hand.
The young man smiled, and put the long sword with a crystal clear edge, which looked like a blue crystal, back into its sheath, and said, "I always thought that people who studied astronomy were a little sneaky, but you are different. It is rare for miscellaneous soldiers to dare to charge forward."
This remark seemed to be derogatory and partly praiseworthy, Song Zining only said indifferently: "It's always the brave who meets on a narrow road and wins, and there is nothing like this."
The young man in blue smiled even wider, and his voice was clear and slightly deep, "But I saw that although you have been surrounded by many things these days, you still look to the southwest in your free time."
Song Zining's eyes turned cold. In the past two days, he had already noticed that there was a strong man from the Dawn faction nearby who had been accompanying his team, but no matter what the battle situation was, he never showed up. It really was this young man in blue. So it seemed that this person came forward to rescue him in a critical situation just now, but he never relaxed his guard at all.
"It seems to be the Sleeping Beast over there. I'm going there. Do you have important people in there? If so, please tell me." The young man in blue smiled and stared at Song Zining, and spit out a few words lightly , "I'm going to kill him."
However, Song Zining didn't react at all, and didn't even move the fingers holding the spear. His face was hidden behind the mask, and his eyes became emotionless. He moved from the face of the young man in blue to the neckline, stayed for a while, and then turned to the strange long sword.
The young man didn't care about Song Zining's almost impolite gaze. He looked at the rapidly approaching imperial reinforcements, as if slightly surprised, and said, "It turned out to be someone from the Zhang family in Qingyang. I'll go first. But the seventh son of Song It's completely different from the legend, it's very interesting!" A blue light flashed, and the young man was already tens of meters away.
At this time, the reinforcements arrived, and they were indeed Zhang Clan's private army, led by a twelfth-level general in his thirties. He ran to the nearby area and saw that Song Zining and the dozen or so remaining soldiers were intact, with a sincere smile on his face. After greeting Song Zining, he looked in the direction where the young man in blue left and asked, "That man?" Who is it? The swordsmanship is really strong!"
The sword just now was so fierce that the bloody light could be seen from a long distance away. Song Zining said lightly, "Respect Tang Li, Li Kuanglan."
General Zhang's smile froze immediately, and his expression became a little unnatural. He didn't know whether it was because of the surname, or because he had heard about the reputation of the young man in blue. He immediately said: "Mr. Song Qi, your troops have arrived in a safe area. You can rest at the Wusan Base. Besides, it's not far from Commander Boqian's forward headquarters. He wants to see you."
Song Zining slowly took off his mask, smiled slightly, and said, "Of course."
Before leaving, Song Zining glanced back, the wilderness behind him was gray and empty, the dark army had retreated long ago, and the young man in blue was nowhere to be seen.
The news that Zhang Boqian summoned Song Zining quickly spread, which was a strong signal. Zhang Boqian's character would never be hypocritical, his willingness to see Song Zining meant his recognition of this rising star, and so said Song Zining out of the feud between Zhang and Song.
Everyone thought that Song Zining was lucky enough, but the person involved might have a different idea. In a corner where no one could see, Song Zining was talking to himself, "Qianye, you have caused me such a big trouble, then it will be even if I bring you trouble."
Compared to the surrounding thousands of kilometers of battles, the edge of "Sleep of Behemoths" seems a little deserted. The Eternal Night Council and the Empire have sent many powerful people, so except for some surveillance personnel, almost no one stays nearby these days.
A thin figure appeared on the edge of a rather hidden cliff, with shoulder-length hair flying in the wind. This is the photo of Bai Kong who has been missing for a long time. At this moment, the white dress on her body is in tatters, and her skin is covered with wounds and bruises. Her abdomen was wrapped in a thick bandage, the edges were already a little dirty, and blood was still oozing out of it.
It seems that in the past period of time, she has not had a very good life. However, her eyes are still clear and sharp, as if no matter what happens, she can't let her lose her senses.
She holds a short knife in her left hand, which is gorgeous yet sharp. It seems that the workmanship should be from the hands of a famous master. This is obviously a dagger in the style of a demon, but somehow it fell into her hands. However, it is conceivable that the process in the middle must not be so pleasant.
Bai Kong took care of the gorge filled with clouds and mist, and jumped into it without further hesitation. The moment her little figure fell into the mist, a white bumpy figure appeared in the distance.
Bai Ou Cong looked at the direction of the cliff from a distance, her brows were slightly frowned, there was a breath that made her feel a little familiar just now. But this breath disappeared in a flash, and never reappeared.
Bai Bump tried to strengthen his perception, but to no avail. She is not good at this, and the turbulent flow of rainbow light below has an extremely obvious interference with perception.
But this little obstacle, Bai Bump didn't take it to heart at all. She no longer paid attention to the aura, put her hands in her sleeves, walked forward leisurely, and reached the edge of the cliff in a blink of an eye, without stopping, she jumped down.
In the Yongye White Clan's garrison, the White Dragon Armor was busy gathering the troops that had withdrawn from the bloody battlefield, counting casualties, dealing with pensions, and counting military achievements. Bai Bump neither can do these things nor wants to do them.
However, White Dragon Armor has led the army of the Broken Wing Angel for many years, and knows that these seemingly trivial matters are actually extremely important. It can be said that maintaining the morale of an army depends on these details. Since Bai Aotu is unwilling to do it, and the rest of the Bai clan are not talented enough, Bai Longjia has no choice but to take up the responsibility himself.
Now that the bloody battle had come to an end, all kinds of military affairs piled up like a mountain, keeping Bai Longjia busy day and night. At this moment, a subordinate sent a letter, a letter from Bai Ou Cong. There is only one line in the letter: If you want to go to the sleep of the giant beast, don't read it.
After reading the letter, Bai Longjia remained silent for a long time, and finally patted the letter on the table again, his face ashen. It is extremely rare for Bai Longjia who has always looked up to his sister to get angry because of Bai Bump.
In the past, Bai Bump acted recklessly, that's all. At that time, she was considered a young genius. However, in recent years, Bai Aotu's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and his martial arts realm has grown rapidly, and he has become the backbone of the Bai Clan. Considering her age and future prospects, it is almost certain that she will become the number one master of the white clan in the future.
But entering the sleep of giant beasts has the risk of falling. Once something happened to Bai Bump, the blow to Bai Clan would be immeasurable. But how she acts, Bai Longjia has never been allowed to intervene.
However, after this bloody battle, the conflict between Bai Clan and Zhao Clan has surfaced, and how to deal with it later is the critical time. There are several major events in the recent development plan of the White Valve, and Bai Ao Convex occupies an important position in it. Now she suddenly ran to the Sleep of the Beast, and immediately disrupted all plans.
When the anger subsided a little, Bai Longjia put the letter back into the envelope, sealed it carefully, called his followers, and ordered: "Send this letter to the Council of Elders as quickly as possible!"
The entourage had followed Bai Longjia for many years, and he realized the urgency of the matter from his unusual tone, and flew away immediately. A moment later, a high-speed airship soared into the sky and flew to the upper continent.
Bai Longjia put all the trivial military affairs aside, took out a stack of confidential files, opened them one by one, submerged himself in, and made detailed comments on them. Now that Bai Aotu will come back, these plans have to be reworked.
Unknowingly, from day to night, and from night to recovery. Bai Longjia had been at his desk for a whole day and night, only drinking a few sips of water in between. But the dossier is already full of densely packed small characters, and all the plans have been drawn up.
With the strength of Bai Longjia, he also feels very tired at this moment. However, looking at the stack of thick files, he was very satisfied. These few volumes are indeed his masterpieces in military art and politics in recent years, and they must be sent to the elders' meeting, and there will be repercussions.