Qitang Lake, 300 miles wide from east to west, 900 miles long from north to south, the lake water is dark brown, because it is like overboiled soup and gets its name. The Yuan clan called it the Sinking Corpse Lake, although this lake is not big, but it is unfathomable, it is difficult for ordinary water tribes to survive in it, once the monk falls into it, the spiritual power in the body will be quickly sucked away, even the great monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant can not last long.

It was right on the border of the confrontation between Nanjing and Yuanzhou, and there was no place more suitable for a decisive battlefield than it.

As soon as the red sun rose, the two elite armies set up defense lines on the east and west banks, the elite sent by the three battalions of the Yilingwei garrison on the Nanjing side of Nanjingzhou, and the elite drawn from the border army on the side of the Yuan Yizhou, they were not only familiar with the terrain here, but also familiar with each other, and they had dealt with each other more or less on the battlefield.

With the arrival of their respective armies on the east and west, the hot sun suddenly became as cold as the moonlight, and the entire Qitang Lake was completely plunged into a thick killing atmosphere.

When the two armies face each other, prestige and momentum are always crucial. Although this is not a large-scale battle, such a situation in which the two sides gather heavy troops and line up against each other has not appeared in the western frontier for thousands of years, so both sides have spent a lot of thought on how to improve their momentum.

The Tianlu Alliance's side is urging the war clouds to come, the red war clouds stretch for hundreds of miles, the wind and thunder are shaking, the clouds are rolling and the fog is rolling, the Chinese army is Yilingwei David Chang shook the Son of Heaven, two hundred Yilingwei general battalion elites are listed behind him, Sanshanzi and Blood Nightmare The two western guards led the three hundred fierce knife battalion elites to fill the front, a hundred-zhang long fierce knife battalion battle flag hunted and fluttered in the sky above them, and the oily black and shiny "murder knife" on the gray-black battle flag The pattern is extremely eye-catching, as if it can break through the air at any time, and the ferocious aura it exudes is unnoticeable.

The two teams of 300 guards each are covered with red robes, the red-clothed guards are the strongest team of the Tianlu Alliance, Yilingwei is forced to play with their lives, and they are willing to work hard for the Tianlu Alliance, most of them have the same feelings as Xunyi, so they are in the most important position in the Nanjing army in any big war, and today, they gave up that position to Yilingwei, and they are willing to act as two wings.

In addition to the murderous thousands of elites, there were still countless spirit beasts rushing and roaring with the wind and thunder in the battle clouds, and the more shocking sound was the earth-shaking rumble of the seven-sided demon subduing war drums hidden in the red clouds.

The momentum on the side of the Yuan clan is not weak at all, they are urging a piece of golden light that connects the sky and the earth, in the dazzling golden light, thousands of Yuan descendant state monks are neatly dressed, like heavenly soldiers and generals in the constantly flashing Ruicai light, and there are also all kinds of spirit beasts in their array roaring and rushing with the heart-rending horn sound.

The armies of both sides lined up a hundred miles away from the shore of the lake on their side, the sound of war drums and horns stopped one after another, and the manic spirit beasts were also restrained into silence, and the great battle array was so quiet that the needles could be heard, and the tense sense of oppression made people dare not breathe.

Everyone has been enemies for many years and has nothing to say, the Yuan clan camp flew out first, and he slowly came to the shore of the lake on this side of Nanjingzhou, stretched out his hand and spread his pinched index finger and thumb, and hung a black flag smaller than a grain of rice there.

The Yuan clan camp immediately burst into a loud laugh, and the sound of the horn to cheer followed suit. The meaning of placing such a small flag on the other side is clear: if you are afraid that the flag will be taken away, you can hide it on your body.

Yilingwei was also prepared for this, and as soon as the person who set up the flag on the other side went back, a strong man with five big and three thick flashed out on Yilingwei's side, carrying a giant tree as high as three hundred zhang to the west bank of the lake, and he struggled to press the giant tree into the soil, leaving only a three-foot-high treetop, and then tied a piece of white silk to it. The implication is also obvious: don't be afraid that we can't hold the flag, it's hard for us to pull it out.

After arranging the flag, the battlefield fell silent again, and after a while, the horn on the side of the Yuan clan suddenly sounded poignantly, and the seventeen dead soldiers of the Dongjin Society rushed out of the camp, flew over the empty area of a hundred miles, and came to the shore to set up a formation to wait, thirteen early Yuan Infant monks were in the front, three Yuan Infant middle monks were second, and the late Yuan Infant Great Monk as the main general was last.

The war drums on Nanjingzhou's side were beating almost at the same time, and the soulless ancient camp rushed out of the red cloud and came to the east bank to lay out the same formation, they all urged out of the black battle robes, and the battle flag of the murderous knife battalion fluttered behind them, opposite to the dead soldiers of the Dongjin Society with the dark green battle flag floating behind them.

After the appearance of the two sides, it can be seen at a glance that except for the calm expression of the main general, the rest of the Yuan clan are full of fighting spirit in the frenzy, and the provocative eyes of the enemy are all contemptuous, they have this capital, regardless of victory or defeat for the time being, when it comes to the courage to die, even the red-clothed guards of the Heavenly Law Alliance have to bow down in front of them!

Gu Yeying's side was indeed not competitive enough, most of the people's faces were pale, and they couldn't hide the panic in their eyes, even the eyes of the three mid-Yuan Infant Great Cultivators of Spirit Flame Zi were flickering.

The drums of war are beating more urgently, and the trumpets are beating more poignantly!

"Kill, kill, kill!" the Yuan clan camp let out a uniform earth-shattering cry.

The shouts of the Tianlu Alliance were even more encouraging, first the two wings helped the red-clothed guards shouting "Murder Knife!" Yilingwei, who was in the Chinese army, immediately responded "Slay the demons!" and responded one by one, and the strong comradeship made people can't help but rise in pride.

Everyone watched in shouts at the two squads, which were quite lonely and small in the midst of thousands of troops, nervously waiting for the bloody battle that was about to begin.

At this time, there was an unexpected scene on the battlefield, only to see a monk in the ancient camp of the early Yuan Infant slowly flew to the middle of the lake, and after standing in mid-air, he looked at the Yuan clan dead soldier on the opposite bank with an arrogant face and said: "Choose the one you are least afraid of death, come here." ”

The sound of drums, horns, and shouts all fell silent, and everyone stared at the polite early Yuan Infant monk for unknown reasons.

"Don't you understand? I said that you are the least afraid of death, and roll over to the master!" The man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the arrogance on his face added a bit of fierceness.

Now everyone understands that the Eastward Advance Association will issue a war letter clamoring for Yilingwei to see what an iron-blooded spirit is, and Yilingwei is a tooth for a tooth.

"Murderous Knife!" Soulless let out a low, majestic roar.

The soldiers of the murder knife battalion who reacted followed closely and issued a tidal wave of response: "Slay demons!"

"Then let me send you to death, uncle!" With a shout, a middle-aged Yuan clan monk with a somewhat fierce face turned into a long rainbow and shot straight into the center of the lake.

"Kill!" the Yuan clan camp in the distance let out a cheering cry.

When the two warring sides were still more than three hundred zhang apart, the two rays of light drawn by their respective treasures had collided together, and the thief lightsaber not only did not take advantage but also suffered a little loss, and was hit by the opponent's jet-black wooden sword and flew out diagonally.

In the applause of the Yuan clan, Xun Yi did not retreat but advanced, rushing forward towards the other party, while successively striking a defensive spirit shield to block the wooden sword flying towards him, while urging the thief light sword to stab at the other party.