Chapter 77 A divine soldier descends from the sky. Is this a human?
Three days later, noon is about to arrive.
It was August, and the sun was scorching hot. The ten miles of wasteland between the two armies was burned so hot that the space was slightly twisted.
Boom! Boom! Boom…
War drums sounded in the Northern Zhou army camp, and the beats became more and more urgent. Millions of soldiers stood up together, like rising waves, stretching for hundreds of miles, which was extremely spectacular.
On a huge wooden chariot, Meng Xuan from Tongwu Valley stood with his hands behind his waist and his eyes narrowed as he looked into the distance.
Looking around, there were large numbers of chariots distributed among the armies of the Nine Dynasties, with all kinds of war equipment. The tens of millions of troops engaged in combat alone stretched for dozens of miles, and the army transporting food in the rear stretched to the end of the wilderness, and its number was difficult to estimate.
Countless cavalry troops were waiting in the front row of the army, and countless heavily armored soldiers were ready for battle behind the cavalry.
When the war drums sounded in the Jiuchao army, the Dajing army was already waiting.
Jiang Yu was also standing on the chariot, so he could see the entire battlefield. He was deploying his troops and had them line up to avoid being dispersed by the enemy's massive army. However, no matter how he arranged the battle formation, it was still vulnerable compared to the enemy's.
Arakawa, Lingxiao and the disciples of Longqi Temple stood together. They were extremely nervous. Facing an army of tens of millions, who would not be afraid?
"Will the Taoist priest really come?"
"I think so. Isn't it rumored recently that the Taoist priest is coming?"
"I'm worried that this is just a statement from above to stabilize the morale of the troops."
"No matter what, we have no way out!"
"Damn it, there are so many enemies. If they charge once, will we all die?"
They were talking in low voices, not just them, but all the armies were like this.
Ling Xiao took a deep breath and tightly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand. Although he had been in the martial arts world before, this was his first time on the battlefield.
Arakawa noticed his nervousness but did not comfort him because he was also very nervous. This was much more exaggerated than the battlefield in Shuzhou, and the pressure was beyond words.
In the distance, Li Min was comforting his men. He came here on the orders of Jiang Changsheng. He brought a thousand people with him, most of whom were wandering knights.
This time, Li Min was determined to make the Demon-Killing Sword famous throughout the world. Jiang Changsheng told him to perform well and ask for an official position for him after defeating the enemy, instead of wandering around the market.
Zhang Tianren also stood in front of his army. He kept adjusting his mentality. Although he had fought all his life, this was the first time he faced a war of such a scale. In addition to pressure, he was more filled with passion.
Even if we lose the war and our country is destroyed, I will have no regrets in this life!
A figure suddenly jumped out from the Dajing military camp and landed on the wasteland a hundred feet ahead, facing an army of tens of millions alone.
It was Ping An. He hammered the huge two hammers on the ground, and sat on one of the hammers, waiting for the battle to come. He rested his hands on his knees, tilted his head and looked at the army of Nine Dynasties. His eyes were as fierce as a beast. His breathing became more and more rapid, and all the muscles in his body were shaking.
He can't wait to start the battle!
Ping'an's appearance also reassured many soldiers. Most of them had seen Ping'an's ferocity. He was the strongest general of Dajing. He once charged into an army of hundreds of thousands alone and no one could stop him.
The martial artists asked who that person was. When they learned the name Ping An, they suddenly realized and their eyes were filled with admiration.
Although Ping'an is stupid, his life is so brilliant that everyone in Dajing admires him.
It is said that the current emperor was able to ascend the throne successfully, firstly thanks to the immortal master Changsheng, and secondly thanks to the brave general Ping An. In all of Jiang Ziyu's military exploits, Ping An was always the brave general who rushed to the front and moved forward fearlessly!
Time passes by every second.
It’s noon!
The war drums of the nine dynasties' armies suddenly stopped, and heaven and earth fell silent.
On the chariot, Meng Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, raised the sword in his hand, and shouted angrily: "All troops, listen to my order, flatten Dajing, capture Sizhou, and move forward!"
The sound was like thunder exploding, thundering out of nowhere and shaking the battlefield.
"kill--"
Millions of soldiers shouted in unison, the earth shook violently, and the army of the Nine Dynasties swept towards the Dajing camp like a terrifying torrent. This torrent was slow, but it made people despair.
The Dajing soldiers in the front row all changed color. The presence of tens of millions of people was already shocking, and shouting in unison and moving forward together was even more heart-wrenching.
The horses of the Dajing cavalry were all frightened, raising their hooves and neighing, becoming restless, but fortunately they were pacified in time.
The Nine Dynasties had cavalry in the front, numbering hundreds of thousands, followed by infantry and chariots. Their speed was not fast, but their rhythm was oppressive.
The Dajing soldiers were all sweating and drooling.
Many people's hands were shaking as they held their weapons.
Even Jiang Yu's scalp was tingling, and he prayed silently in his heart: "Brother Changsheng, you must come..."
After an incense stick of time, the Jiuchao army was less than three miles away from Dajing, and all the Dajing soldiers were sweating profusely.
At this moment, hundreds of thousands of cavalry from the Nine Dynasties suddenly accelerated.
"kill--"
A general from Tiangang raised his Fang Tian Hua Ji high and roared, and hundreds of thousands of cavalry followed suit.
"kill--"
Hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen charged at full speed with such frightening force that the ground shook even more violently, scaring the Dajing soldiers so much that their legs trembled.
Cavalry, the nightmare on the battlefield!
A dynasty that can mobilize 200,000 cavalry is already a hegemon. The soldiers of Dajing have never seen so many cavalry, at least 500,000, or even more. They didn't dare to think about it before, but they saw it today, and they were enemies.
The cavalry charge is unstoppable with its might and power!
The distance is getting closer!
When the two sides were less than two miles apart, Ping An stood up, holding a huge hammer in each hand, raising both hammers high and roaring angrily.
"roar--"
This roar actually drowned out the shouts of hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen. It was the King Kong Roar!
Facing millions of enemy troops alone, I am fearless and only want to fight!
The overlord of the time!
At this moment, Ping An turned into a god of war in the eyes of all the Dajing soldiers, and the fear in their hearts suddenly disappeared.
Ping'an's face was ferocious and he showed a cruel smile. He struck his two hammers together, roared excitedly, and waited for the enemy to approach.
The cavalrymen charging in the front were frightened by his courage, but they did not slow down. They were also full of confidence because they had millions of comrades behind them.
The distance between the two sides is rapidly shortening!
Fifty feet!
Thirty feet!
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened. Everyone looked up with their mouths wide open, expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"How is it possible..."
The Tiangang general holding the Fang Tian Hua Ji had a look of horror on his face, his eyeballs trembling, and a look of despair.
I saw a huge purple palm shadow breaking through the sea of clouds and coming down like a mountain. The size of the purple palm shadow was immeasurable. Hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen all felt the sky and the earth getting dark.
Meng Xuan on the chariot took two steps forward, dumbfounded.
“Jin…Jin…he’s coming!”
Meng Xuan said in a trembling voice, tightly gripping the big knife in his hand.
With a loud bang!
The purple palm shadow smashed down, raising a cloud of dust and drowning hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen. The millions of troops behind them also stopped. Strong winds mixed with sand and dust whistled in all directions. Both the army of the Nine Dynasties and the soldiers of Dajing raised their hands to cover their eyes.
Ping An was also buried in the dust. From a distance, it looked like a dust storm rising up, flying hundreds of feet high, sweeping across the sky and earth.
The wind was howling, and Jiang Yu, standing on the chariot, felt relieved. Dust was everywhere, making it impossible for him to see anything, but he knew that the man was coming.
Xu Tianji, Arakawa, Zong Tianwu, Ling Xiao, Zhang Tianren and many others who knew that the Immortal Master Changsheng was coming were all excited.
"What was that just now?"
"What a terrifying palm shadow! What kind of vast power can produce such a domineering power!"
"Who is coming? Enemies or friends?"
"It must be friendly forces. That palm strike was aimed at the enemy. Oh my god, I felt like the sky was falling just now!"
"Yeah, the sky really collapsed. How big was that palm? It felt like a mountain!"
The soldiers of Dajing were talking excitedly, and the generals shouted at them to be on high alert and not to let their guard down.
A figure fell from the sky, passed through the rolling dust and landed in front of Ping An.
Ping An felt the figure beside him, and subconsciously raised the sledgehammer and swung it forward.
Bang!
Ping An was moved. His huge hammer was blocked by the opponent's finger, and his face became even more ferocious.
"Stop it."
A familiar voice came, and he was stunned for a moment, and his ferocious expression instantly turned into a silly smile.
“Master…Master…”
Ping An shouted excitedly, and a strong wind blew up, blowing away the dust around, revealing Jiang Changsheng's figure.
Jiang Changsheng wore a large feather robe of Gou Chen Tiangong, a Taihang sword on his waist, and a Qilin whisk in his hand. When he waved his whisk, a breeze blew and dispersed the dust on the battlefield.
Soon, the battlefield became apparent, and everyone who looked at it had expressions of fear and horror on their faces.
In front of Jiang Changsheng and the other man, the ground was covered with blood and flesh. There were dead horses and human corpses. All of them had been crushed into meat paste mixed with body parts, covering an area of several miles in radius.
A huge palm print appeared, two hundred feet wide and nearly three hundred feet long, but not very deep. There were also many corpses at the edge of the palm print, forming a purgatory zone.
This scene shocked the eyes and hearts of everyone on both sides.
This palm strike killed at least hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen!
The cavalrymen who were almost shocked to death stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in front of them.
“Master!”
Arakawa shouted excitedly, the Longqi Temple disciples cheered, and the Dajing camp was in an uproar.
"Is it the immortal master of Longqi Temple?"
"Hiss——What kind of palm technique is this!"
"Too scary! Is this the unique skill of Longqi Temple? It is worthy of being called the sacred place of martial arts in Dajing!"
"The God of War is here! It's the God of War! The legend of the martial arts world!"
"Hahahaha, we are saved!"
"Is this the power that a warrior can achieve? The gods I have seen on the battlefield are far from being this strong!"
Millions of Dajing soldiers were clamoring so loudly that the sound was about to shake the sky.
They were so excited that they almost fainted. They were all ready to die, but they didn't expect that the Immortal Master Changsheng would descend from the sky and interrupt the battlefield with a single palm!
They will never forget such great power for the rest of their lives!
Unforgettable!
The soldiers of the Nine Dynasties Army were all pale and trembling all over, and some even dropped their weapons on the ground.
What did they see?
Is this a human?
Jiang Changsheng looked forward and saw figures rising up behind the Nine Dynasties Army, all of them were gods.
Eight gods!
They were not the fake gods in the Mahayana Dragon Tower who were burning their lifespans, but real gods. Each of them had a powerful aura and a terrifying gust of wind around them.
Meng Xuan was also among them. He had a gloomy face and stared at Jiang Changsheng.
Although they knew about the Golden Body Realm, they had never seen someone in the Golden Body Realm take action. Jiang Changsheng's action today shocked them.
What kind of martial arts skills are required to perform this!
Meng Xuan shouted loudly: "Senior Dongfang, please help!"
His voice echoed under the sky. He knew that if he did not restrain Jiang Changsheng and allowed Jiang Changsheng to slaughter people on the battlefield, it would be the end.
