Volume 11: The First Law Chapter 18: Hundred Demons Slash
It was just dawn.
Above the snow-capped mountains, the sky was gloomy and pale, as if covered with heavy leaden clouds.
Snow was flying all over the sky.
From the Iron City gate, the human army poured out and galloped past.
Puji Gate, Xuanqing Gate, Qixing Gate, Xieyang Gate...
There were troops from one or even several countries pressing on at every city gate.
The war horses neighed violently, the mountains of swords and forests of spears stood tall, and the huge iron spears filled with a sense of visual oppression.
The big flag flutters in the wind.
Due to the lack of a unified command and dispatch, from a macro perspective, the Iron City at this time seemed a bit chaotic.
But in the chaos, there is a certain order.
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Outside the Iron City.
The sound of horse hooves.
But the war horses did not come from humans, but from the White Walkers.
Those White Walkers were covered in ice crystal armor, and the ice crystal swords in their hands were shining with a bright light.
Their eyes were deep blue, like burning black ice, or like tiny specks of phosphorescent fire, floating across the vast snowy plains.
They rode the same pale dead horses.
They surged forward, covering the Iron City like a tide, with more than ten thousand of them.
But what is strange is that despite such a large-scale attack and so many people, these White Walkers remained absolutely quiet and dead silent.
It really is like a piece of ice.
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whoosh!
A spear cut through the sky, tore through the air, and shot straight towards a huge flag fluttering in the wind.
Amid the thunder-like sound of horse hooves, the human army and the White Walkers finally collided.
As soon as they collided, the contrast in individual strength became apparent.
The White Walkers have broad knuckles and are unusually tall, yet they are uncharacteristically swift, like tigers and leopards. The weapons they wield, whether armor or swords, are better than those of humans.
So, like a wolf among a flock of sheep, the White Walkers pierced into the human army fiercely and indifferently.
clang clang clang!
The weapons of the human soldiers fell on the ice crystal armor of these White Walkers, sparking sparks, but hardly causing any injuries to the White Walkers. However, the human armor was not so strong to face the White Walkers' long swords.
The human soldiers were mowed down by the White Walkers like wheat.
However, the White Walkers are not immortal.
After all, the ice crystal armor could not cover their entire body.
In such a chaotic battlefield, they are not invincible.
They would die if they were stabbed in vital parts such as the neck and face that were not covered by armor.
The strange thing is that when these White Walkers die, they do not fall quietly like humans, but their bodies gradually shrink and finally turn into a pool of liquid before disappearing completely, leaving behind only their ice crystal armor, ice crystal swords and a milky white glass-like heart.
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Lu Qingshan led the charge, leading the Dragon and Phoenix Guards out of Huanlong Gate and joining the chaotic battlefield.
Outside the iron city is a vast snowfield with endless flat land.
But at this moment, on the flat snowy plain, the White Walkers, who were like an iron wall, had already collided with the human army.
Lu Qingshan turned his face to the side.
In fact, only one month had passed since he entered the Daoyuan Realm, but he already had a huge army under his command.
"How far I can go depends on this team..."
"General, be careful."
Gu Tianyan behind him shouted loudly at this time.
A flash of cold light.
A White Walker attacked Lu Qingshan from the side, and the ice crystal sword had already fallen.
The armor on the White Walkers moved, sometimes white as new snow, sometimes black as night.
When the sword was approaching, Lu Qingshan did not panic. His eyes were clear as a god as he looked at the White Walker.
The sword energy has already spread out from his eyes into the void.
But to his surprise, the White Walker was not affected at all, and the icy sword still kept falling.
Are these aliens dead and without souls so they are not affected, or are they actually the same as themselves, with powerful souls that are immune to sword power, but are sealed by the rules of the Daoyuan Realm and cannot be revealed?
Lu Qingshan couldn't be sure for a moment.
The ice crystal sword was already in front of him at this moment.
But Lu Qingshan has been through hundreds of battles and has extremely rich experience, so how could he make the mistake of underestimating the enemy?
The fiery red dragon bird swam like a silk thread, and the tip of the sword narrowly bypassed the area covered by the ice crystal armor and slashed across the throat of the White Walker.
It was obvious that if he pushed his sword forward a little more, it would pierce Lu Qingshan's chest, and it was also obvious that he was the first to attack, but he still had no time to react.
The attacking White Walker finally covered his throat and fell down with a distorted expression, but in an instant, he turned into liquid and then vaporized and disappeared.
Lu Qingshan did not say anything else to inspire people, because the act of killing the enemy with one sword was more powerful than any words.
The next moment, Lu Qingshan's eyes became fierce, he squeezed his legs together, rode his horse forward, and his figure disappeared into the enemy's formation.
One man is worth a thousand.
He was like a man without a trace. The Dragon Bird suddenly became several times faster. The tip of the sword jumped like sparks, and the blazing red sword tip licked the flesh and blood of the White Walker frantically.
The dragon bird was as fast as a spark and as quick as a ghost. Lu Qingshan rushed to the front and attracted almost 80% of the attention of the White Walkers in this area.
The horses' hooves thundered.
Hundreds of White Walkers gathered and rode their war horses like a long snake, rushing towards Lu Qingshan.
Under the gloomy sky, the war horse with disheveled mane collided with the pale dead horse.
The sound of the swords colliding was short and intense. Blue blood splashed out and was shattered and scattered along with the cold snowflakes.
Every sword strike penetrates deep into the flesh.
The strong smell of blood in my nose mixed with the cold smell of the White Walker, which was like the breath of death. The dead eyes of the White Walker...
Lu Qingshan's blood was flowing in his body, boiling like boiling water.
It was as if a hot current was hitting his head.
The blood is rushing up.
Blood boiling.
This could only be considered a battle at the secular level, far inferior to any fight between cultivators he had experienced in Cang Qiong Tian.
But the battles of the monks were too high-level and mysterious, just like the battles in the era of hot weapons. Although the intensity was hundreds or thousands of times that of cold weapons, one could never experience the blood-pumping feeling of battles in the era of cold weapons.
Now that Lu Qingshan's magic power has been sealed by the rules, he is facing the fierce and cruel battle before him with his mortal body, and the intensity he can feel is naturally unprecedented.
This is a brutal confrontation that monks cannot experience.
This is the era of cold weapons.
Lu Qingshan let out a long roar, and the battlefield seemed to infect him, causing the pent-up depression in his heart to be vented.
The dragon bird clanged like spring water hitting rock, slashing in all directions.
Although the ice crystal armor was hard, his dragon bird seemed to have eyes and went straight to the weak parts of the White Walker's body that were not covered by armor.
If this is just an extraordinary swordsmanship, the truly terrifying thing is that even if the Dragon Sparrow really collides with the ice crystal armor on the White Walker, a bright flame will flash on the Dragon Sparrow sword.
The previously indestructible ice crystals would melt under the flames like snow in a furnace.
The only difference is that a head-on collision will consume more physical energy.
Lu Qingshan danced like a dragon as he moved through the boiling battlefield. His extremely sharp Dragon Sparrow Sword rolled into the group of White Walkers and with a casual slash, several heads were thrown high into the air.
The sword skills that surpass this world and the Dragon Bird, which can be regarded as the most powerful weapon in the Daoyuan Realm , combined into one, allow Lu Qingshan, a mortal with a mortal body, to face these strange walkers as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
Blue blood was flowing back from the blood-soaked Dragon Sparrow Sword towards Lu Qingshan's palm.
It felt slippery in his hand, so when he drew the sword he had to use a little more force to hold the hilt to prevent it from slipping out of his hand.
"No wonder they tied a piece of cloth on the handle of the knife." Lu Qingshan murmured.
He was born a monk and had no experience in mortal combat.
When have monks ever considered down-to-earth issues like killing too many enemies and causing blood to stain the hilt of the sword, making it difficult to exert force?
So even though Lu Qingshan's swordsmanship was extraordinary, as a cultivator who had never experienced all this, he was indeed confused.
As he was thinking this, Longque seemed to know his thoughts. A gentle flame flashed from the hilt of the sword, causing no harm to Lu Qingshan, but vaporized the blood from the White Walkers.
Before he had time to marvel at the magic of the dragon bird, at this moment, a white light with a strong aura of death fell towards him.
Lu Qingshan had no time to dodge and quickly jumped off his horse.
White light fell on the horse's back.
The horse immediately let out a hysterical cry of pain, and then was split in half.
A White Walker who was more muscular than the other White Walkers appeared. He stared at Lu Qingshan coldly, pushed the ground with his knees at 90 degrees, and sprinted forward rapidly. The icy sword slashed towards Lu Qingshan's forehead again.
Lu Qingshan raised the Dragon Sparrow Sword from bottom to top, and the two swords collided, making a harsh sound.
laugh!
Lu Qingshan's feet were trapped in the snow and he slid backwards.
The power of the White Walker in front of him is far greater than his!
On this side, the White Walker took a half step back, then took a step forward and chopped down again.
Lu Qingshan twisted his legs and retreated again. Seeing this, a White Walker next to him became malicious and took the opportunity to hand over his sword, wanting to cooperate with the burly White Walker to kill Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan's eyes turned cold, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword took advantage of the situation to cling to the White Walker's long sword, then he twisted it with force, and the long sword was picked up and flew out.
Then the tip of the Dragon Sparrow Sword swept upward and lightly touched the throat of the White Walker.
The White Walker fell to his knees, clutching his throat.
The burly White Walker's eyes were still cold. He didn't even look at his fallen companion, and then rushed towards Lu Qingshan.
The battlefield is so chaotic that there is not much room for maneuver.
Lu Qingshan had nowhere to retreat - he never wanted to retreat in the first place.
The ice sword in the White Walker's hand chopped down again, and Lu Qingshan's Dragon Bird knocked it away.
clang!
With a sudden exertion of force, the two men fought evenly.
But Lu Qingshan could clearly feel the numbness in his wrist.
The power of the White Walkers before them was truly terrifying, almost reaching the limit within the rules of the Daoyuan Realm.
"Just reaching the limit is not enough..." Lu Qingshan said softly.
The White Walker's physical strength has not exceeded the limit, but his swordsmanship has exceeded the limit of the Daoyuan Realm.
The next moment, Lu Qingshan let out a low roar, and the dragon bird that touched the ice sword trembled, as nimble as a python, and bit towards the brow of the burly White Walker cunningly.
The burly White Walker retreated again and again.
Lu Qingshan's sword was following like a murderer.
The former roared in anger and attacked with the ice sword again.
The confrontation between the two was like a violent storm, making it hard to keep up.
A White Walker who tried to approach was pierced in the throat by Lu Qingshan's Dragon Bird, and fell to the ground and turned into a pool of liquid.
The burly White Walker was like a mad dog, and the ice sword in his hand was like a hammer, constantly smashing towards Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan seemed to be struggling to cope with it.
But after dozens of breaths, the burly White Walker suddenly noticed a faint smile on Lu Qingshan's lips.
Immediately, he seemed to hear the sound of glass breaking in the dark.
It was his armor that was shattered.
Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the armor made of ice crystals.
With a loud bang, the ice crystal exploded like a blooming snow lotus.
As it exploded, ice crystal fragments also streaked across the body of the burly White Walker.
At least a dozen blood arrows gushed out of his body and sprinkled on the snow, blue like lake water.
Then, the burly White Walker fell to the ground helplessly with a thud.
puff!
Lu Qingshan showed no mercy and cut off the head of the burly White Walker with one sword.
"Finishing the fight" is a good habit he has developed a long time ago.
Not to mention this "elite monster" that looks no simple at first glance, who knows what other tricks it might have?
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The fighting on the snowfield is raging.
The blue blood of the White Walkers and the scarlet blood of the humans blossomed into beautiful flowers on the white snow.
Looking down from the sky, it looks like two groups of flowers that were originally clearly separated are blending and devouring each other.
The flags were waving, the sound of killing was boiling, and blood and snow were flying everywhere.
This chaos lasted for a whole day.
As the sky darkened, a horn sounded again.
This is the sound of the charge horn, indicating that there is no suspense in this battle and it is time to move on to the final conclusion.
