Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 442 Mount and Blade

Zang Ding's pupils suddenly shrank and his heart was filled with shock.

The sword energy of this demon Taoist seemed to be released randomly, but in fact it seemed to have been carefully calculated.

The unpredictable arc-shaped trajectory was like a mysterious rune. Even he himself could not see through it, let alone those second-level cultivators whose strength was far lower than his.

Tens of thousands of cavalrymen had already suffered heavy losses in this fierce battle, with more than 5,000 dead. However, this demon Taoist only destroyed five third-level defensive magic weapons and continued to fight bravely on the battlefield.

Seeing how ferocious this demon was, Zang Ding no longer had any hope of killing this Black Crow Demon simply by killing a lot of people.

However, when he looked into the distance, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.

All I saw was dust rising in the distance, a sign that 90,000 infantrymen were approaching.

He thought that when the infantry arrived, they could surround them. Then, the cavalry would be able to break free from the shackles of the demons and cooperate with the infantry to launch a powerful killing array.

He firmly believed that no matter how powerful his magic skills were, he would be ground to death by this powerful killing formation.

The sound of fighting was deafening, resounding through the sky, as if it was going to tear the sky apart.

After a fierce battle with the Black Crow Demon, the Iron Cavalry finally began to retreat slowly.

Immediately afterwards, infantrymen holding spears rushed up quickly and surrounded the demon in three layers like a tide, leaving no way out.

However, the Taoist Black Crow was not afraid at all. Relying on the strength of his third-level defensive magic weapon, he was still able to move freely in the crowd, charging left and right.

His brave and fearless figure stood out in the crowd, and wherever he went, there was chaos.

Although the soldiers around him attacked with all their might and their weapons shot out dazzling sparks on his defensive shield, they were still unable to stop him and fell down in large numbers like wheat being harvested.

Several leaders of the infantry rode up to Zang Ding, their faces were also extremely ugly. In order to ensure the safety of this city and the so-called "cash cow", these soldiers were all carefully selected from the border guards.

Now they have to sacrifice their lives to pay the price for this evil, and I feel really sad.

You know, the ordinary soldiers here are all cultivators above the fifth level of Qi Refining, and the squad leader is even a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. In a team of ten, there are three cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Even if they, the third-rank commanders, were surrounded by this powerful force, they would die in this killing array in a short while.

But the black crow demon in front of them seemed like an invincible monster. No matter how they attacked, they could not do anything to him.

Everyone had a gloomy face, the atmosphere was extremely depressing, and no one spoke.

They couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, could this demon really be a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Otherwise, how could it be so powerful?

They calculated the time silently in their hearts, thinking that the commander-in-chief should be arriving soon. As long as they could delay until the commander-in-chief arrived, no matter how strong the Black Crow Demon Dao was, he would definitely die here today.

However, they did not know that at this moment, Tu Yangjun, the commander of the 100,000-man army, was already sweating profusely.

The huge river fish was struggling hard, stretching the fishing line tautly. The contest between the man and the fish had reached a critical moment.

He was fully immersed in the "battle" with Jiang Yu, and had no idea of ​​the critical situation on the battlefield in the city. A crisis was quietly brewing, and the fate of everyone became confusing in this tense situation.

Wang Qiye used to be keen on playing a Mount and Blade game similar to Dynasty Warriors. In that virtual world, he often experienced the thrill of riding his horse and dodging left and right and being unstoppable.

And today, in reality, he actually had such an addiction. He seemed to have transformed himself into the ultimate boss in the game, riding his horse and killing at will in this cold weapon army formation with flashing cold light.

A sharp blade flashed out, like a bolt of death lightning, instantly piercing through more than 30 armored soldiers, and forcibly cut a bloody path through the crowded crowd.

He turned his horse's head, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and wherever he looked, the infantrymen were startled and took a step back.

They were truly frightened by this devil-like demon. After only surrounding him for an hour, more than five thousand soldiers fell.

At this time, the remaining 4000 cavalrymen, exhausted after a fierce battle, had just recovered a little.

Wang Qiye showed a satisfied smile and dismounted. Today, he had killed tens of thousands of people on horseback, and had already achieved the title of Ten Thousand Enemies that he had always desired, and he had no regrets in his heart.

"Dahei, send them on their way." Wang Qiye said softly.

Then, his shadow suddenly changed strangely and turned into a snake. This shadow seemed to be illuminated by some mysterious light, getting longer and longer, and getting bigger and bigger.

Like a dream, as if it was an illusion, the demon snake shadow quickly rotated in a circle with Wang Qiye as the center.

In just a blink of an eye, it seemed as if the demon snake shadow had never moved.

However, the 90,000 soldiers who were still alive all stopped in their tracks, and then there was the sound of "thump, thump" that they fell to the ground one after another.

The cultivators in the second and third realms only felt something gently licking their backs, and a chill instantly penetrated into their bones.

However, the souls of the cultivators below the second realm were sucked out one by one, leaving only a body on the ground, no longer able to support themselves, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The entire battlefield fell into dead silence in an instant, with only Wang Qiye's tall figure standing in the center, like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a chilling aura.

This scene, like a doomsday painting, was full of weirdness and shock, making people feel deep fear and awe of the mysterious power of the Black Crow Demon.

At this moment, even Zang Ding, who was known as the cold-blooded god of war, couldn't stop shaking.

He had never been moved when he saw the people he had known die one by one, but he was timid in front of this unpredictable demonic power. His teeth chattered, and his once firm eyes were now filled with fear and anxiety.

Those who could still stand were all cultivators of the second and third realms. They were all stunned, and some collapsed to the ground out of fear. Their eyes were empty, as if their souls had been taken away, leaving only empty shells.

These are 6.5 lives, and now they just fell down inexplicably in an instant. How can it not make people terrified?

Weng Zhixiang of Feiyun Sect even spat out a mouthful of wine, turned over, climbed down the city wall, and turned to flee.

"It's better not to join in the fun of such a powerful demon. I can only consider myself unlucky for this mission."

He thought of the bloody setting sun in the evening and shuddered for no reason. The setting sun seemed like an ominous omen, which was magnified in his mind and made his fear more profound.

So many people died suddenly, some people were frightened, but others were overwhelmed by anger.

"Evil Taoist, give me back my son's life!"

The boundless rage burned the sanity of the infantry commander, leaving only hatred. His voice was hoarse and shrill, like a roar from hell.

Following this roar, he pulled the reins on his horse, stepped out of the crowd, and rushed towards the demon. His figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, with the determination to die.

This rage quickly ignited the surroundings. Ten thousand second-level cultivators who were already on the brink of collapse, all with red eyes, rushed towards this demon.

"kill!"

"Revenge for the dead soldiers!"

"Kill the demon!"

There was only hatred in the eyes of these people. Their red eyes were glowing red, and they only had this demon in their eyes. Their shouts resounded through the sky, as if they were going to shatter the whole world.

Zang Ding looked at the scene and it was too late to stop it.

Now this hatred was controlling them, and they were all fearless and rushed towards the demon at the risk of their lives. They were all mad, like possessed, and some even threw away their magic tools, biting with their teeth and scratching with their nails, their actions were completely disorderly.

They rushed forward recklessly like a surging tide.

Such a daring person, facing an ordinary third-level cultivator, might be able to cut him into pieces in a moment, but facing the small group of the most outstanding geniuses in the world, such behavior is undoubtedly seeking death.

Facing these people who didn't even try to dodge, Wang Qiye's sword intent reached the second level, and the sword light danced like a flying butterfly.

The knife flashed with an icy cold light, ruthlessly reaping lives.

The monks who were within a certain range of him fell down suddenly, as if they had crossed the line between life and death. Even the infantry commander of the third realm was killed with one blow, without exception.

Their bodies fell down like harvested wheat.

A layer of blood mist quickly rose around him, and the cold moonlight shone down, making his eyes look creepy, like those of a ghost or a demon.

The blood mist filled the air, making his figure blurry and terrifying.

The frightened soldiers no longer dared to face this Shura God of War. They were so scared that they could not even walk steadily. They used their hands and feet to crawl away from this purgatory.

Their cries and pleas for mercy intertwined together, sounding particularly miserable on this bloody battlefield.

Five minutes later, a small hill stood up next to the Black Crow Demon, and all the crazy people fell down.

A cold wind blew, dispersing the blood mist, revealing a demon that looked neither human nor demon.

His cold light swept across the crowd, and they all took a step back, as if they were facing a demon from hell, their hearts filled with fear and despair.

That cold gaze, like the cold wind in the cold night, stings everyone's soul.

Some of the monks who were hiding in the dark and watching had originally planned to lend a hand, but after seeing this scene, they secretly wiped their sweat off their foreheads and gave up the idea.

What's worse, some of them were already trembling and quietly left the place.

What if that evil Taoist priest gets bloodthirsty and uses them as sacrifices? If we don’t leave now, it will be too late!