The chaotic noises continued in the dark night. Torches were thrown to ignite the forest. Flames burst into life. The hot flames drove away the white fog and illuminated the surroundings.
Far away, an old man wearing a Qilin cloak stood on the cliff, leaning on the Yuelong sword, looking expressionlessly at the bright flames spreading from the distant foothills. The mountain wind was whistling, blowing his hair and beard, and his robes fluttering. After watching for a while, his lips slightly opened between his white beard.
“There is a problem.”
Nie Honglian turned her eyes away. Lu Liangsheng shook his head, pursed his lips, and narrowed his eyes: "The formation is not disordered at all. They must have expected us to launch a surprise attack, and they must have countermeasures..."
"Sir, the Yin Gods were all experienced generals in their lifetime. They should be able to see it. Don't worry."
"They are afraid that their magic power will be cut off and they will not be able to send messages to others."
Lu Liangsheng pinched his fingers and a magic line invisible to the naked eye quietly extended from this side. Sure enough, when it touched the place of chaos and fighting, there was a faint trend of being blocked, but it had not yet taken shape.
"Hong Lian, you leave first."
After saying this in a low voice, Lu Liangsheng flicked the hilt of the sword with his thumb, and the Yuelong Sword made a long "clang" sound, cutting through the night sky. Amid the woman's shout of "Young Master!", the old man on the edge of the cliff leaped into the air, grasped the hilt of the sword, and the next second, he flew up with the sword facing downwards, tearing through the surrounding strong winds, and drawing a light blue stream of light to rush towards the opposite foothills.
At the foot of the eastern mountain.
The blades were whistling, and between the figures, two figures in identical attire were riding horses and crossing each other. The two Qinglong swords collided with each other, making a series of sharp sounds. Both swords were powerful and strong. One was a god from the Dou department in the sky, and the other had been a ghost king for hundreds of years and had just obtained the status of a god. But now, they were competing with each other, and only the blades were dancing wildly.
"You are disguised as Guan. Your sword skills are just so-so, yet you dare to show off in front of me!"
After crossing the opponent's sword, Guan Yu rode his horse forward, and the blade swung away with a buzz. At the moment of crossing each other, the blade hit the opponent's horse's buttocks, and the blade was lifted up, and the flesh and blood broke apart.
Xilulu-
Su Hu got off his horse, which whined mournfully. He jumped on the spot. Putting aside his status as a deity, if he were still an ordinary person, the stunning blow from the sword just now would have been enough to make him break out in cold sweats and he would have spurred his horse and left.
He reined in his horse and turned around. In the sight behind him, a red warhorse was stepping on the cold wind, carrying the figure above it. It had come back to kill him. Its long beard fluttered in the wind, and it shouted loudly: "In terms of martial arts, killing you is as easy as killing a chicken or a dog!!"
A flash of knife light slashed out, leaving a cold light and forming a crescent shape.
The Qinglong sword surrounded by sinister energy enlarged in his eyes. Su Hu, who turned around on his horse, had no time to dodge. He even forgot that he still had divine power to use, and raised his hand to block it with the sword.
… The heavy blade chopped down on his hilt.
With a loud bang, the blade pressed down the handle and bent backwards, and both arms bent as well, and pressed against Su Hu's chest. A figure with divine light all over flew out from Wang Junke's body like a cannonball, crashing into the surrounding soldiers and generals, piercing through them, and knocking out the immortal souls in the soldiers' bodies as well.
"Hehe... Guan Yu..."
Wang Junke, who was sitting on the horse with his head down, was shaken and fell off the horse. The figure that was chopped out of the body by a knife slowly rose into the sky, and the whole body was covered with golden divine light. Vaguely, one could see a god in armor, with a fairy belt floating in the air, holding a red copper spear with the tip burning like a flame - Su Hu, the star official of the Eastern Dipper.
Guan Yu pulled the reins and stopped several feet away, looking at the Xingxiu Dharmakaya that was emitting golden light. His phoenix eyes slowly closed, showing his fighting spirit. The Yin energy around his body became more and more vigorous. Then, the warhorse stepped on the ground and rushed out with a bang. Two figures, one black and one gold, collided with each other, and entangled with each other in mid-air. The swords and spears fought fiercely, and he did not notice a light blue light flying from the distant mountains above the night sky.
The long sword whistled, cutting through the strong wind.
The divine light forced away the rushing evil spirit. Su Hu fought hard and took advantage of the opportunity to turn around. Leng Che's murderous intent came at him like an overwhelming force.
A magic sword broke through the air with a loud bang. At the moment when the flaming spear head swept past, the figure rushing down from the air suddenly stopped. The shadow flew out of the body, holding the sword, bypassed the spear and stabbed the opponent with a sword.
—The sword of all laws and the sword of the primordial spirit.
The old man with white hair and beard stabbed the man between the eyebrows with a sword, then pulled it out with his backhand, and a golden thread floated in the air.
"Uhhh—"
Golden light poured out from the sword tip between his eyebrows. Su Hu roared hysterically. As his body swayed, a beam of light shot out into the night sky. The entire body surrounded by divine light struggled for a few times and gradually dissipated.
"Master Lu!"
Over there, the Yin Horse was suspended in mid-air. Guan Yu swung his Qinglong Sword with an angry look on his face: "Why did you intervene in the sneak attack? Do you think I can't kill this god?!"
The figure with fluttering hair and beard returned to his body. Lu Liangsheng's eyes moved, and then he raised his hands to Guan Yu: "Sir, now is not the time to dwell on these things. I saw from the cliff that their troops are in good order, many stars have not moved, and the sound of the law has been blocked. I am afraid there is a trick here. I hope you can inform other Yin gods to withdraw for the time being."
After thinking for a moment, Guan Yu suppressed his anger and vaguely felt that something was indeed strange here. He nodded and said, "Guan will go and inform others immediately."
The white mist gradually dissipated throughout the entire mountain, and the soldiers that spread across the ridge, mountainside, and foot of the mountain gathered together, faintly emitting golden light, as if a magic circle had been set up. Two figures were trapped in the sea of soldiers. Among them, the man with a tiger forehead and thick beard, with a wooden box behind him, released countless sword lights that danced in the sky. The one-armed man with him, holding a knife in one hand, chopped a soldier who was rushing towards him and sent him flying into the trunk of a tree, then he turned around and slashed with another knife, splitting his soul.
However, more soldiers rushed over without fear of life or death, surrounding the two men. Yan Chixia kicked one of them away, and Zuo Zhengyang, who was not far away, rushed over and pulled him away: "Be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge axe came crashing down. A giant man with a body like an iron tower strode out from the crowd. The flying sword that pierced his hand was easily deflected by him. He only felt a slight pain. Looking at the two mortal monks who were pushed away from him, he grinned ferociously, and the axe handle in his hand was raised up, and he smashed it down at the two of them again.
Boom!
Zuo Zhengyang held the knife in one hand and sank his one arm downward suddenly. His body and Yan Chixia, who was holding back from behind him with a spell, were both knocked back and slid two or three feet away.
At this time, Lu Liangsheng's voice rang out in the night sky.
"Qian Wei, Fellow Daoist Yan, let's go—"
There were figures and shouts all around. Hearing the sudden words, the two looked at each other. Yan Chixia retracted the flying sword that filled the sky. Zuo Zhengyang kicked his feet and held the long sword with one hand, igniting flames. He shouted "Ah--" and swung the sword forward. The blade flashed a cold light and hit the giant axe. The huge force rebounded at the moment, and Zuo Zhengyang flew backwards. He used his feet to gain some strength, and with the huge force that had not yet been unloaded, he reached out and grabbed Yan Chixia.
The latter stretched out their hands at the same time. The two of them had a tacit understanding that they had known for many years. They held hands, pulled each other, and flew into the air together, breaking away from the battle group. They stepped on the top of the forest and leaped away.