Come to war.

In the wilderness outside the Qingxia, only these two words kept echoing.

It spread to the green mountains, to the rice fields, and to the ears of everyone in the Xiling Temple coalition army.

There was silence in the coalition formation.

Bai Haixin's eyebrows were raised, looking at the few people at the mouth of the gorge in the distance, the love in his eyes became more and more cold, and he said: "Since you want to fight, then fight, let the cathar cavalry prepare to charge." ”

The academy is extremely prestigious, but there is no pressure on this battle-hardened veteran of the Yan Kingdom, because countless wars in human history have long proved that in the face of the charge of heavy cavalry and the rain of arrows in the sky, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, there is only one way to die, even if he has advanced to the realm of knowing fate, he does not have any strength before the army, unless he can advance to the realm of no distance, he can ignore the rain of arrows.

Everyone knows that the second senior brother of the academy is very powerful, but there is no sure judgment on how powerful he is. Including the battle of the Rotten Ke Temple in the autumn of the previous year, Daomen Walking Ye Su and Buddhism Walking Seven Thoughts successively shot, and it seems that they did not force his limit, but everyone knows that he is far from exceeding the Five Realms, so he is not invincible, and it seems very ridiculous and ridiculous to want to block the pace of the vast army going north by himself.

The neighing of the horses grew and the sound of hooves grew.

Four hundred heavy cavalry of the Xiling Temple charged towards the Qingxia.

These powerful cavalry and their mounts, all clad in sturdy armor, were so heavy that when the horses' hooves hit the ground, they would step into a deep pit, and countless dirt would be trampled and then lifted up, and smoke and dust would be raised.

The entire field began to shake.

The sound of the friction and impact of the armor of the temple's heavy cavalry, when it was combined, turned into a tsunami, which was very terrifying.

Heavy cavalry in full armor is the most powerful means of dealing with cultivators on the battlefield.

The armor on the body of these Xiling Guardian Cavalry has the rune lines carved by the Talisman Formation Master, and it is difficult for the cultivator's flying sword or other natal objects to break through the armor, so it is even more difficult to hurt the knight's body.

And once the heavy cavalry charged with terrifying power and speed came into contact with the cultivator's relatively weak body, it could break the cultivator's bones and die in an instant.

In the past battles, all the ** parties used this method to deal with cultivators, and they never missed, at this time, even if it was the academy disciple who was standing at the mouth of the Qingxia, the temple alliance was still full of confidence.

Because no matter how you look at it, those academy disciples have no way to defuse such a simple, rough and direct charge, and no matter how powerful Jun Cheng is, he is still just a person after all.

In the gods, Ye Hongyu looked at Qingxia in the distance, there was no trace of superfluous affection on his face, and he was calm to the extreme, only some very vague thoughts and puzzles in the deepest part of his eyes.

She didn't think the same way as the rest of the Temple Alliance. She knew that the academy disciples would definitely not lose so easily, and she didn't have any hope for the charge of these hundreds of horsemen.

But she couldn't figure out what other way Jun Cheng could do other than to block the hundreds of heavy cavalry with his earth-shattering sword path, and once he really started doing that, then she could be sure that he would be defeated today.

Even if Jun Cheng is more powerful than he can imagine, relying on an iron sword to cut hundreds of heavy horses in the wilderness, he will inevitably be exhausted, even if he still has the spare strength to know that there are more than 200,000 troops in the Xiling Temple on the field at this time......

If you want to rely on your own strength to block the mighty army outside Qingxia, this is really not something that can be achieved by manpower, even if Mr. Ke was back then, he didn't necessarily have this ability, let alone him?

The heavy cavalry of the Xiling Temple stepped through the field and approached the Qingxia, and then the knights began to really speed up, and the hooves fell like a shower, the sound was like thunder, and the smoke and dust were gradually rising into the air.

An incomparably tense and murderous aura rose in the field with the sound of hooves.

What was a little unexpected was that those academy disciples standing at the exit of Qingxia didn't even look at the hundreds of terrifying temple heavy cavalry, and they didn't even seem to see it at all.

The sixth senior brother was digging the ground to build a furnace, and the fourth senior brother was nailing iron nails to the ground, not knowing whether to prepare the tent or what to do.

Only the attention of the seventh senior sister was in front of the formation, she wanted to embroider huā to calm her mind, but her eyes could not focus on the embroidery frame, but fell on the back of the second senior brother in front.

The sunlight fell on the body of the second senior brother, reflected by the surface of the armor, and sprinkled around the body, clear and magnificent.

Four hundred horses don't sound like much, but in fact, if you appear in front of the real eyes, it will be a piece of black press, which will bring a great sense of oppression and impact to the vision.

Especially the heavy cavalry.

Cavalry charge, how wide the two armies meet, is not determined by the side that initiates the charge. At this time, the academy disciples were at the exit of Qingxia, so even if thousands of cavalry charged at the same time, the cross-section of the charge could only be so large, and at most it could only accommodate more than ten heavy cavalry in parallel.

The tactical literacy of the temple heavy cavalry is very good, and as the charge officially begins, there is no need to command, and the formation of the four hundred heavy cavalry naturally changes, gradually turning into a sharp charging formation.

When there were still more than two hundred zhang away from the exit of Qingxia, the formation of the heavy cavalry of the temple unexpectedly changed again, the two hundred horses in front and the two hundred horses in the back separated, and then the two hundred horses in front completed a perfect change of direction at high speed, detoured to the east for a distance, and then turned back, and continued to charge towards Qingxia, while the two hundred horses that were originally behind were always sprinting straight and came to the front.

This charge tactic can most effectively maintain the oppressive force of the heavy cavalry, and can avoid a relatively small battlefield, so that its own impact force is affected and interfered.

The charging formation of the four hundred temple heavy cavalry changed suddenly, but the momentum was not exhausted, but it was even stronger.

The horse's hooves flew like thunder.

The smoke and dust were so loud that the academy disciples at Qingxiakou had already seen the gorgeous details of the armor on these cavalrymen at this time.

Seeing that hundreds of horsemen were approaching, the second senior brother's expression remained calm and unchanged, and the hand holding the iron sword was still steady.

The seventh senior sister was holding the embroidery needle, her face was a little pale, and she began to be nervous.

"Zheng!"

Beigong Weiyang's eyebrows were slightly raised, his wrists fluttered as lightly as cloud sleeves, and his fingers left the strings.

He didn't look at the battlefield, didn't look at the black cavalry that could flood the mouth of the gorge in just a moment, and didn't look at the second handsome brother, he looked at the piano intently and seriously.

His fingers left the strings, and the strings began to vibrate, and there was a clang.

His left hand, which had been resting quietly on his lap, was raised and fell delicately and calmly, and the edge of his index finger and thumb touched the strings that were still trembling, and began to twist them down in a very elegant manner.

Since he started to learn the piano, he has been repeating this action all the time over the years, I don't know how many times he has done it, so he is very casual, so he is very chic, and he has a sense of temperament.

The seemingly simple action actually has infinite details, except for Simon Bufu, who is wiping the pipe, no one can clearly see the meaning of his twist.

The trembling of the strings suddenly intensified, but the amplitude of the swing was forcefully controlled by the fingers twisted on the strings, and the sound of the strings became more and more high-pitched and sharper.

Zheng!

The small gravel on the ground trembled and made a rustling sound.

The sound of the piano came out more than ten zhang away, and it was silent.

The small gravel on the ground was silent.

So a circle was formed, with the piano as the center, more than ten zhang square.

Simon Bufu's sense of hearing was the keenest, his face turned pale instantly, and he covered his ears in pain.

Wang Zhi frowned a little uncomfortably.

The seventh senior sister's fingers holding the embroidered huā needle trembled.

The back of the second senior brother was still unmoving.

The sound of the piano in this area is high-pitched and sharp, and it is painful to hear.

When the sound of the piano leaves this area, it is silent, which makes people feel confused.

Silence does not mean that there is no sound in the world.

Just because you can't hear it doesn't mean you don't have a sound.

There are many sounds in nature that humans can't hear, but other beings can hear.

For example, horses.

The heavy cavalry who charged at the front suddenly disappeared from people's sight.

A dull crash sounded, and the smoke and dust flickered.

-- The mount under the heavy cavalry suddenly lost its strength in the forelimbs for some unknown reason. At high speeds, this is the case with suicide.

Immediately after, another heavy cavalry disappeared, and with the war horse under him, he fell to the ground heavily, and then more temple heavy cavalry fell to the ground one after another.

The imposing charge, with the occurrence of this scene, turned into an extremely tragic impact accident, and dozens of war horses rushing to the front neighed and fell to the ground, with broken limbs and bones, and blood splashed everywhere!

In just a moment, in the wilderness that was still more than 100 zhang away from Qingxia, the heavy cavalry that was charged was piled up into a hill composed of flesh and armor, and you can imagine how terrifying the situation was.

In the southern god's chariot, the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle opened his eyes and looked at the Qingxia.

His wise and vicissitudes of life showed a look of vigilance and emotion.

"The sound of the voice...... Why bother with strings?"

The lips of the Heavenly Oracle Priest moved slightly, and the words only had a mouth shape, but no sound.

Loud voice.

The sound of Beigong Weiyang's piano is a big sound, so the horses are afraid when they hear it.

The voice of the Great Priest of Heaven was also a loud sound, so it reached the Qingxia.

The silent sound of the piano becomes truly silent when it meets the silent sound of the oracle.

The heavy cavalry, who were still charging, suddenly felt a wide chest, slammed the belly of the horse, and urged the mounts to bypass their comrades in front of them, who had suffered heavy casualties, and launched a final charge towards the canyon.

Beigong Weiyang's fingers twisting the strings were shaken open, and there were extremely thin blood lines on the edge of the nails.

He looked at his junior brother Simon and was not confused.

Simon was not confused and lifted the flute to blow lightly, and the wind breathed through the pipe, and there was no sound when it came out.

Beigong Weiyang smiled happily, and his fingers fell back to the strings.

Outside the Blue Gorge.

The sound of horses' hooves.

The neighing of horses.

Shouting and killing.

The sound of falling to the ground.

Screams.

The two brothers looked intoxicated, playing the flute and playing the piano, but they were silent.

At this time, there is no sound, but there is a sound of victory.