The Xiling Shrine is located in the east and west of the giant chariot, about ten miles away, there are two gods, the east side of the god is black and red, full of murder, it is the god of the ruling chief priest Ye Hongyu. In the temple facing west, there was an old man with wrinkles as deep as mountains and rivers, who was none other than the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle.

Just as the black carriage drove out of the Desolate Tribe and headed south, from the beginning of the war to the present, the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle, who had been silent and bowed his head to read the canon silently, suddenly raised his head, looked at the north of the wasteland, looked at the cloud line formed by the dark clouds in the sky, and said softly: "It's really dark. ”

After a while, the tall figure in the giant pavilion shook slightly, looked up at the dark clouds in the north, and said in a deep voice: "The night is coming soon, what are you still hesitating about?"

The Sect Master's tone was not very heavy, but his voice was extremely grand, like thunder, and it sounded around the huge god chariot, and the faces of the priests and strong men on the side of the chariot turned pale, and when they heard the content of the words of the Master Palm and the hidden vigilance, their faces became even paler.

On the wasteland battlefield, there were very few people who could see the black carriage in the distance like the Heavenly Oracle Great Priest and the Master of the Sect, but as the black carriage moved, the dark dark clouds in the north moved southward, but it was extremely eye-catching, and it didn't take long for everyone to notice the clouds in the sky.

Absolute silence descended between the camps on both sides of the battlefield, and then there was a loud cheer on the desolate side, and the atmosphere of the Xiling Temple coalition army became a little oppressive, and some people showed a look of fear on their faces.

Because of this battle, Luo Kedi, the leader of the Xiling Temple's divine guards, left Ye Hongyu's side and returned to the head of the sect, he was seriously injured by Ning Que in Chaoyang City, but now it didn't take long for the injury to seem to have healed, it should be because the master of the palm sect used divine skills to treat him.

Listening to the thunderous edict of the Sect Master, Luo Kedi responded in a deep voice, and then waved the flag in his hand to the allied camps of the temple that stretched for more than twenty miles. Give the order to attack.

The battle, which had just stopped for less than a moment, began again. Under the command of the generals, and under the blessing of the red-clothed priest, the tired temple coalition army seemed to gain strength and courage in an instant, and rushed towards the battle line of the desolate people with shouts, countless horses' hooves trampled on the ground, smoke and dust danced wildly, and the earth shook uneasily.

The Desolate Warriors were also very tired. But whether it's a middle-aged person with gray hair. The young men who still had a childish look on their faces all stood up and prepared to meet the enemy, and they did not shout like the Central Plains Coalition Army. There was no excitement on his face, and he clenched the axe in his hand calmly and silently.

The two sides finally meet in the wasteland, and the axe and the knife meet. The fist meets the horse's head, the sword meets the body, the runes meet the throwing axe, the blood meets the blood, and countless heavy crashes resounded in the wasteland, countless war horses neighed and fell, countless knights fell, and when the desolate man fell. Countless sharp weapons were slashed up.

Luo Kedi, who was serving next to the giant chariot, looked at the tall figure in the tower with his spare eyes, knowing that the master of the sect was very dissatisfied with the progress of the coalition army, he gritted his teeth and shouted vigorously, leading the direct divine guards and a thousand extremely powerful Xiling Temple guardian cavalry. Rushing to the north.

The two thousand desolate warriors who stayed behind the desolate tribe had not participated in the previous battles, and had been silently watching the movement in the direction of the giant chariot, and at this time, seeing that the Xiling Temple finally used the legendary aptor cavalry, those desolate warriors also began to move. Tang Chong was at the forefront.

At this moment, a dense sound of hooves began in the west of the wasteland. The sound of those hooves was very heavy, and it can be imagined that the weight of the cavalry and the war horses was extraordinary, and the sound of hooves was very complete, so dense that there was not the slightest confusion, not like a torrential rain, but more like thousands of people beating drums at the same time, you can imagine the discipline and excellent Cheng dù of these cavalry.

More than 10,000 elite cavalry of the Tang Dynasty attacked again, and in a very short period of time, the right side of the desert front began to be unable to bear the pressure and showed signs of collapse.

Tang and the warrior leaders of the Desolate tribe guessed why the Temple coalition forces would suddenly go crazy and attack them again - the black carriage was a variable, it might not make any sense, and it could directly change the situation on the battlefield, so they did not hesitate to meet it and did not retreat.

They were confident that under the attack of the temple coalition forces, they would hold on until the black carriage arrived, although many people would definitely die, but when they found that more than 10,000 Tang horsemen began to charge, they sensed danger.

But at this time, the wasteland battlefield was in chaos, and the most powerful warriors of the Tang and tribe had no way to support the clansmen on the right, and even if they rushed over at this time, there was no way to defeat the Tang army of ten thousand cavalry that had already begun to charge.

Therefore, they silently and forcefully continued to attack the mid-hinterland, hoping to defeat the spirit of the Temple coalition army, and it was best to annihilate the legendary cathar cavalry, if they could do this, maybe this war would be lost, and they could win some turnarounds, at least the tragic moment of the extermination of the desolate people would come later.

The mid-belly of the temple coalition army is the army of the Southern Jin Dynasty. The Southern Jin Dynasty thought that it was the second strongest country in the world, and the cavalry of the Southern Jin Dynasty also boasted that it was the second strongest army in the world, until they came to the wasteland and started to fight with the desolate people, they did not understand what a shameful kind of self-pride it was, and at this time, they faced a tough attack from more than 2,000 warriors, the most powerful of the desolate people, and the formation was suddenly chaotic, and several cultivators were even trampled to death by the hooves.

Cheng Ziqing, the strong man of the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion, was wearing an ordinary Southern Jin Dynasty cavalry uniform, riding on horseback, waving the sword in his hand to kill left and right, but his eyes were always staring at a powerful desolate leader dozens of zhang away.

The strength of that powerful desolate leader was very strong, and there were already three Sword Pavilion disciples who were directly shocked to death by this person, and at least dozens of Southern Jin cavalry were knocked down by this person with a thing similar to an iron rod.

At this time, the situation of the cavalry of the Southern Jin Dynasty is very bad, if the leader of the desolate man is allowed to rush over, it will definitely cause panic, the middle abdomen will be broken, and the desolate man will be able to face the aphero cavalry of the Xiling Temple, looking at the momentum of the desolate man now, the other party's purpose is to eat the 1,000 apologetic cavalry alive.

Cheng Ziqing's face turned pale suddenly, and an extremely clear sword intent seeped out from under the ordinary military uniform on his body, and the sword left his hand, turning into a long rainbow, stabbing directly at the leader of the desolate people.

I only heard a sharp sound, this flying sword containing his lifelong cultivation, directly cut the waist and abdomen of the desolate leader, blood sprayed like rain, but the sword momentum was still unfinished, and the handle took the lower half of the desolate leader's body, swept diagonally, and flew towards the back of the extremely distant wasteland.

Several desolate people looked sad and flew towards Cheng Ziqing.

Cheng Ziqing's face remained unchanged, he used his fingers as a sword, and easily knocked down those few desolate people, as a strong man in the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion, his cultivation realm was only under the sword saint Liu Bai, he was a great cultivator in the realm of knowing his fate, how could ordinary desolate people be his opponents, he had always kept a low profile and forbearance in the previous battle, just to complete this earth-shattering blow.

Now that the goal has been achieved, he will naturally not fight, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, his physical body is still fragile, in this battlefield full of flying axes and arrows and the vibration of heaven and earth vitality, he may die at any time for very inexplicable reasons, not to mention that after he casts the strongest sword in his life, he urgently needs to meditate and recuperate.

Cheng Ziqing raised his finger in the air, wanting to withdraw the flying sword, but at this moment, he listened to the sound of the soles of his feet hitting the ground like a drum in the distance of the battlefield, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

The soles of his feet stepped on the ground like a drum, and the man came quickly, but what was faster was his fist, an extremely terrifying fiery fist intent, which was separated by a distance of dozens of zhang, and hit Cheng Ziqing's face!

Cheng Ziqing's mental power was exhausted at this time, his body was exhausted, and he didn't know how many miles the natal sword flew out, where was there a way to resist this terrifying fist intent, only to wait for death.

There was a crunch click, and a thunderbolt exploded in front of him.

That fist intent collided with that thunder, and it burst out with extremely powerful fluctuations in the aura of heaven and earth, and the war horse under Cheng Ziqing was directly shocked to death, and his body was also shocked and flew backwards diagonally, falling heavily on the ground.

With a pop, Cheng Ziqing's face was pale, and he couldn't stop vomiting blood, with the help of that thunder, he was very lucky to avoid that terrifying fist intent, but he was still seriously injured by the fluctuations of heaven and earth vitality generated when the two collided.

The most stern thing is that he has lost contact with his own natal sword. This Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion powerhouse, in the autumn of the previous year, in the Rotten Ke Temple, the natal sword was destroyed by Ning Que's arrow, and finally with the help of his senior brother Liu Bai, he refined the second natal sword, which was more powerful than before, and if it was destroyed again at this time, the damage to him would be even more terrible.

The first thunder sounded, and then there was a second thunder.

The thunder kept ringing in the wasteland, and the extremely fine electric light illuminated the smoke and dust, and those thunder and lightning did not come from high in the sky, but appeared and fell suddenly in the space more than ten zhang from the ground of the wasteland.

The power of these thunderbolts is not as terrifying as the real thunder and lightning in nature, but if it falls on people, it will still cause extremely terrifying lethality, even if it is a strong desert warrior, it will turn into ashes under a blow.

But the strange thing is that those thunderbolts born in the void did not hit the desolate warriors everywhere on the battlefield, but sometimes disappeared, sometimes appeared, as if chasing someone, like a spiritual sword.

There is a goshawk that nests on the ground in the wasteland, and there is a goshawk's nest, which has long been trampled into ruins by countless horses' hooves, and the goshawk flies in the air in terror, reluctant to go away but unable to do anything.

When the thunder and lightning sounded, it finally could not bear the instinctive fright, and could no longer care about the young eagle in the nest, so it screamed twice and flapped its wings and flew higher into the air.

The goshawk did not dare to fly north, because there was a dark cloud in the north, so it could only fly upwards and south, and the higher it flew, the smaller the people on the ground of the wasteland became, and gradually became densely packed with ants.

If the sky had eyes, the human beings who sacrificed their lives and forgot to kill in the wasteland at this time were probably smaller black spots than ants, and they might be puzzled or laughed at the qiē they saw.

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