Yue Guo, Beichen.

Above the city, flying boats hovered in the sky, on the flying boats, there were monks standing up, each monk was full of burning eyes, full of murderous intent, just look at their straight chests, you know that this is a battle-hardened warrior.

In front of the flying boat, there is a magnificent city.

Above the city, thousands of flying swords are interspersed back and forth, and the sword aura is clear.

"This is the legendary Zhuxian Sword Killing Array?" On the flying boat, an old man in green clothes murmured softly, without the slightest fear of this sword array, and then looked at his eyes, there was a faint color of joy in it.

"National Teacher, the soldiers and guards have all been assembled, please instruct!" A golden-armored soldier flew from the sky, stood on the flying boat, knelt on one knee, and reported to the Taoist in Tsing Yi.

"Order 3,000 Rong Ling Monks to launch an air attack above the sky, and 30,000 Pimai soldiers lead 70,000 military guards to launch a direct attack!"

"Yes! but—" The gold-armored soldier frowned slightly, his eyes puzzled.

What is a direct attack? A direct attack is to attack the enemy without the help of any means, relying entirely on the army's life, if it is on the plain, it is fine, but if this kind of military strategy is used to attack the city, it is definitely the next strategy, because in doing so, the casualties will be immeasurable.

"But what? Do you want to disobey the orders of your own division?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi stared, and the goatee on his chin was windless and majestic.

"The subordinates don't dare, and the subordinates will carry it out. ”

Feeling the momentum of the national teacher, the golden armor soldiers were terrified, their strands trembled, and they could only obey their lives.

"Well, go quickly, don't miss the military plane, if you miss the day, take your head and ask!"

"Yes!"

Watching the Jinjia soldiers flee and leave, the Taoist in Tsing Yi untied the ancient coffin behind him and gently stroked the lines on the ancient coffin, and it was only at this time that the lines on his face eased a little.

At the hour of Shen, above the sky, 3,000 Soul Melting Monks urged the vitality in their bodies, and colorful energy fluctuations attacked Beichen City, and on land, 100,000 military guards accompanied the drumbeat of war, driving siege vehicles, swearing to break through the Beichen City Gate.

The Lin family's station, Beichen City, Zhuxian Sword Array, great might.

Thousands of Dao Zhuxian sword shadows, showing red, orange, yellow three colors, interspersed among the enemy, the sword shadow pierced the chest of an ordinary guard, took away their lives, the sword shadow cut through the breastplate of the vein-opening monks, their lives are also in danger, only the three thousand Soul Melting Monks in the sky are slightly better, due to the long distance, only a few sword shadows can attack the flying boat, even if they are on the flying boat, they will be blocked by the defensive formation of the flying boat, and will not cause effective damage to this batch of Soul Melting Monks.

Inside the city.

Lin Changyun led more than ten elders to stand on the city wall, and there were nearly three hundred people beside them, these three hundred people were all extraordinary, and their cultivation was calm, they all had the cultivation of the Soul Fusion Period, in addition to the Lin Clan's original nearly two hundred Soul Melting Period monks, there were also a hundred friends invited from the outside world, these people all had a close friendship with the Lin Clan, and this time they came to repay their kindness.

They knew that relying on the strength of these 300 people to block the attack of 3,000 monks of the same level was tantamount to using their arms as a chariot.

However, since they are standing on the walls of this Beichen City, they will never retreat and swear to live and die with this Beichen City.

Looking at the flying boat in the sky, Lin Changyun sighed faintly, and closed his eyes slightly, originally he still wanted to surrender, if he could exchange his life for the lives of tens of thousands of people in the Lin family, then he was willing.

However, from the beginning to the end, he had sent three messengers to express his sincerity, but each of them had not heard from him, and the lives they had left in the clan were shattered one by one, presumably dead.

"Brother Changyun, cheer up, let's fight to the death with the old thief without borders. A fat man behind Lin Changyun stepped forward and encouraged.

"Well, that's the only way, my emperor wants to destroy my tribe, but I don't want the entire tribe to be buried in my hands, even if I die, I want to die vigorously, I want to live and die while standing!"

"Stand to live, stand to die!"

"Stand to live, stand to die!"

"Stand to live, stand to die!"

Tens of thousands of Lin clan's disciples above and below the city shouted in unison, at this moment, they are united, at this moment, they are the same enemy!

"Let's open the gates and fight them!"

There was a strong man in the city shouting loudly, you must fight the enemy to the death.

"Fight with them!"

"Fight!"

Looking at the killing under the city, Lin Changyun was very calm, he was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, as long as the sword array raged for a while, the city gate could be opened, and the soldiers would be close to each other, at that time, after the enemy fought against the sword shadow, his vitality would be greatly damaged, and our soldiers were in good condition, so that the casualties could be minimized.

Only a quarter of an hour had passed since the war, and nearly 10,000 people had been killed and wounded under Beichen City, and behind them there were even denser troops going forward one after another, fearless of death.

The Soul Fusion Monk above the sky is crazy to release the vitality attack, even if the vitality is insufficient, they will rely on various pills to make their vitality instantly filled, and then put into the battle, they have only one purpose, to break the Zhuxian Sword Killing Array in the shortest possible time, only by breaking this large array, can the soldiers on the land be reduced in casualties, you know, the people below are also from the Yue Kingdom, and some are even the backs of the Fusion Spiritual Monks, and they are related to each other by blood.

"Poof!"

Due to the lack of vitality, the old man still released his vitality, which caused the vitality to be exhausted, the dantian was damaged, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out by him.

Behind him, a governor immediately dragged him aside, personally took his place, and then summoned his magic weapon, the Mountain Sword, and slashed at the Immortal Sword Killing Array.

Half an hour later, the Zhuxian Sword Killing Array was already crumbling, and it seemed that it might break at any time, if those Soul Melting Cultivators were allowed to attack like this, the big array would be broken!

"Open the city gates and go with me to kill the enemy!"

Lin Changyun shouted loudly, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed down the city wall first, starting hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

Lin Changyun was a peak cultivator of the Soul Fusion, and it was still very easy for the ordinary guards under the city to abuse him, and soon dozens of corpses lay down beside him, and as he moved forward, there were more and more corpses behind him.

"Kill!"

On the flying boat, a gold-armored soldier, holding a red order flag, gave orders in a loud voice.

The real direct attack, the real shopping begins.

"Kill!~~"

The shouting sound of killing sounded from Beichen City, a large number of warriors rushed out with weapons in hand, they knew their situation, they came out this time, they were going to fight with the enemy, what they longed for was to exchange their own lives for the enemy's lives, and protect their wives, children, and parents behind them!

The reason why the three thousand melting spirits did not gain the upper hand against the three hundred melting spirits of Beichen was that their vitality had already been consumed, and it was difficult for them to exert their complete combat effectiveness.

It didn't take long for tens of thousands of corpses to lie under the city.

Looking at these corpses, the Taoist in Tsing Yi did not have a trace of pity, just stroked the ancient coffin with both hands, and stroked his beard from time to time.