Outside Kyoto City.

Dozens of miles away is a lonely mountain peak, hundreds of meters high, and you can faintly glimpse the layout of half of Kyoto Castle.

The rest of the leisure independent mountain cliff, looking into the distance, showing a look of amazement.

As the saying goes, more than 10,000 people are boundless, and more than 100,000 people are the world.

And the so-called army of millions, even if Yu Xian has lived two lifetimes, he has only seen it in history books.

It's a visual stunt from sheer quantity.

The camp stretched for hundreds of miles, and the fires spread all over the mountains, and just if you wanted to give an order at both ends, you had to run fast for half an hour.

"It's such a grand scene, it's not in vain that I stayed and watched it."

Yu Xian is now full of great strength, and he is no longer the previous Qi cultivation that needed to be scrupulous about everything. He was confident that when he met the foundation building monks of Jiang Lin's family, even if he couldn't beat him, he would always be able to run.

So after settling the rest of the palace and leaving Kyoto, he returned alone and waited for the final battle.

Of course, he didn't have a little bit of a lose-lose situation, and he was careful about picking up the cheap on his own.

However, before he was fully sure, Yu Xian still remembered his position and watched the guests.

After all, even if he can't get anything in this battle, being able to watch a foundation building battle up close is also a lot of gain for him.

Groundless casual cultivation is so pitiful.

Although he is already a foundation building monk, he is still very vague about the various enemy methods and even the strength of the foundation building monk.

Woo woo ~ ~

As the sound of trumpets spread throughout the field, the rebels began to retreat in an orderly manner, leaving corpses all over the ground.

The general in charge of defending the East City Gate was covered in blood, and the roar of "killing the enemy" came to an abrupt end.

He looked around left and right, and saw that there was not much left of his former comrades, so he couldn't help but cover his face and cry bitterly.

The people are gone, and the city can't hold it!

For many years, the four battalions in Kyoto responsible for the defense of the Acropolis have long existed in name only, and the few remaining elites in Kyoto were also lost in a battle in Cangbei City.

Now the most elite Praetorian Guards of the Imperial Palace are stubbornly guarding the palace walls, and a group of their remnants are trapped against the high walls of Kyoto Castle for a while.

But even if one is exchanged for ten, they can't afford to change it.

The rebels only attacked the city for three days, and they couldn't even gather the men to defend the city.

That night, the general secretly summoned his fellow sergeants and told them to disarm and flee for their lives, while he himself faced the palace and committed suicide on his knees.

Although the king is unkind, he cannot be disloyal.

Early the next morning.

The outer city of Kyoto is self-defeating.

An army of millions poured into the outer city and approached the palace.

……

Lin Zhen looked at the heavily guarded palace, and there were siege crossbows hidden in the shadows, even his skin felt a slight tingling.

Obviously, only with physical strength, those siege crossbows can pose a little threat to him, at least it will consume a little mana to resist.

The gate of this palace is strong, the city wall is more than ten zhang high, and there is a moat, and ordinary soldiers are filling countless lives, and they do not want to climb the city wall.

"Is this the last line of defense?"

A sneer tugged at the corner of Lin Zhen's mouth, and then slowly rose into the air under the watchful eye of everyone, which immediately caused bursts of fanatical cheers.

The palace guards on the city walls also looked frightened and shaken in their eyes.

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot the arrows! ”

The general defending the city shouted angrily.

Whoosh!!

The sound of breaking the air was repeated.

The rain of arrows poured into the sky like a swarm of bees, and there were more than a dozen giant crossbow arrows as thick as an adult's arm, which could be shot through by an elephant.

But in the face of these arrow rains, Lin Zhen just flew higher.

Although with his strength, it doesn't matter if he resists head-on, it will undoubtedly consume a lot of his mana.

Now it's just flying higher, so all the attacks are missing.

In the face of the Tsukiji Monks, there were too few means for mortals to attack them, let alone break the defense.

"Excalibur!"

At a height of hundreds of meters, Lin Zhen shouted angrily.

I saw a golden light fly out of his body, and then the golden light continued to grow, merging with him, turning into a huge lightsafer of more than ten meters.

"Break the city!"

The human sword is one, and the golden light falls instantly.

The majestic and sturdy palace gate faced the flying sword of the Imperial Envoy of the Tsukiji Monk, as if it were made of tofu, and was easily sliced into it by the golden light.

Rumble!

Immediately after a loud roar, a huge hole appeared in the palace gate.

The Imperial City is broken!

"Kill!!"

The drums of war sounded, and I saw that one by one of the warriors in the rebel army stood up, and there were hundreds of them.

It was the Xiandeng Death Camp that was selected from the million-strong army, all of them were acquired martial artists, and there were several innate grandmasters mixed in with it.

Each of them was wrapped in iron chains, braving the rain of arrows pouring down from the city walls, and all of them were not afraid of death, and jumped directly off the moat with their physical bodies as shields.

First, they swam across the moat as fast as they could, and then they made iron stakes on the ground and built simple chain bridges directly with iron chains.

"Charge !!"

With the bridge, the moat is no longer an obstacle.

"The sect leader has an order, no one will be left, and there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

"No mercy!"

"No mercy!"

The rebels poured into the palace and started a hand-to-hand white-knuckle battle with the palace guards.

……

Yu Xian was mixed in the chaos of the army, and he didn't even have armor, so he tied a strip of red cloth around his arm, tied a yellow turban on his head, held a broken knife, shouted perfunctory slogans with the crowd, and hung at the end in a chaotic manner.

There are too many rebels, even if there are a few more unfamiliar faces, no one pays attention.

Yu Xian did not fly to the sky to watch the play, but hid in the flow of people, and could see what he wanted to see.

For example, Lin Zhen's sword just now.

"This person is the leader of the rebels, it should be the Lin family's foundation building monk, and that flying sword is his spiritual weapon, which is much more powerful than my blue blood sword."

"And it feels like he hasn't gone all out yet, and he hasn't even released the momentum of the foundation building monk."

"If I take this sword?" Yu Xian secretly compared, and secretly smacked his tongue, "Made, you can't beat it at all." ”

"The foundation building monks of a family of immortal cultivators are so powerful, how strong should the heirs of those big sects be, my kind of miscellaneous foundation building is probably a trick in their eyes."

"Then what's the difference between me and the miscellaneous fish in the novel who specializes in brushing the experience and achievements of the protagonist?"

"It seems that even if I break through the middle stage of foundation building, it is not safe, I only have a realm, I have no combat power, and it is easy to be killed by someone who oversteps."

"It's already a miracle that you can break through the foundation building by cultivating the Qi Technique, and it's a bit of a fool's dream to rely on it to mix in the foundation building monk circle."

"Therefore, after I return to the Immortal Cultivation Realm, I first have to find a reliable inheritance."

With this sword alone, Yu Xian has a feeling that the trip is worthwhile.

If he hadn't seen the real foundation building monk make a move, he would still be in the conjecture that 'everyone is a foundation building monk, at most five or five'.

Weakness and ignorance are never an obstacle to survival, arrogance is.

I have to say that since he broke through, he has a faint sense of pride, feeling that he has broken through the foundation, even if he faces the foundation of the Jiang family and the Lin family, it doesn't matter, and even this time he has the idea of profiting.

Yu Xian secretly introspected, if this mentality does not change, there will be problems sooner or later in the future.