On the official road 100 miles away from Xiliangguan, the 30,000 ironclad troops of the Zhongzhou I Dynasty slowly moved forward.

The ironclad army, which guards the capital on weekdays, guards the imperial capital, has strict military discipline, and is known as the sharp blade of the dynasty.

The war horses ridden by the ironclad army were all covered with heavy iron armor, like a small fortress, and everywhere they passed, the smooth official roads became potholes, and the combat power was amazing.

As for the soldiers of the Iron Armor Army, they are armed with heavy weapons, spears and halberds, and heavy shield knights, which are mighty and extraordinary.

There was only one great general in the Zhongzhou I Dynasty, and that was General Murong Tian.

Born recklessly, he followed Yao Tianhuang to fight the world, formed a deep enmity with the disciples of the family when he was young, and competed with the Tianjiao of the nine major sects when he became an adult, and climbed to the top step by step, and his hands were stained with the blood of many disciples of the family.

It's just that when you are old, your cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and you will stop at the triple heaven of the Returning Ding Realm, which can only be knotted, or the fourth order of the lower grade, and it is difficult to wait for the hall of elegance.

Even so, General Murong Tian also sat firmly in the top spot among the masters of the First Dynasty, and lived in the General's Mansion in the capital on weekdays, and did not participate in the battles between the crown prince and many princes.

It can be said that he knew the advance and retreat, and he had no merit to shake the worries of the lord, and he could have enjoyed his old age in peace, but he had to lead 30,000 ironclad troops to Xiliangguan to deter Ye Xuan, the Tianjiao of Liangzhou.

The 30,000 ironclad army sounds scary, but it also sounds scary, and the scary people are just ordinary people.

In the eyes of the nine major sects, the so-called army of the First Dynasty is the existence of a chicken, a dog, not to mention an army of 30,000, an army of 100,000 to attack the mountain gate, that is also there is no return, no life to return.

Hiss......

General Murong Tian's crotch is not a war horse, but a fierce beast, called Jiaoma, this horse has the blood of a dragon, does not eat grass, only eats meat, fierce and abnormal, but at this moment he let out an exclamation, looking at the sky with a frightened face, as if he was afraid.

A cloud of blood mist suddenly rose in the air, and finally turned into a figure, which was the old slave Ling Donglai under Ye Xuan's command.

The breath of the blood clan makes all living beings feel disgusted, but they are also very afraid, and the terrifying existence born from devouring the blood of living beings is naturally hated and hostile by all the races of heaven and earth.

"What a big battle, General Murong is going to my Liangzhou Xiliangguan to meet my master Ye Xuan?" Ling Donglai was suspended in mid-air, looking at the imperial general from a bird's eye view, with a mocking expression.

"It's nonsense, I'm a general of the imperial dynasty, how can I meet a little Liangzhou boy Tianjiao? On the contrary, you Liangzhou cultivators, who have nothing to do, hang the elders of my Zhongzhou Supreme Gate Tianjiao on the city wall, and suffer a lot*, my emperor can't bear it, send me to save the army, if you bloodsucking guy knows each other, you will quickly retreat, otherwise you will ......"

Murong Tian glanced at the prison guards beside him, and could only bite the bullet and make a big fuss.

"It's a little interesting, the great general of the First Dynasty is really majestic and admirable. Ling Donglai didn't rush to make a move, because the three major sect masters were not far behind him, and they had already arrived.

"Knowing that my Murong Tian is powerful, don't go away yet, don't get in the way. Murong Tiantian snorted again, and his heart was full of pain.

I had already seen the rolling dust rushing up to the sky, it was obvious that the army of cultivators in Liangzhou was approaching, and the 30,000 ironclad army under his command met the army of cultivators, and the end could be imagined.

Thinking of Yao Tianhuang's instructions before leaving, he must not fall into the prestige of the first dynasty, and Murong Tian felt a burst of depression in his heart, even extremely sad.

Is this to save face with the blood and lives of an army of 30,000 ironclads?

High in the distance, rolling blood like a dragon, whistling, a full ten thousand Liangzhou cultivators, galloping like lightning, everyone subconsciously licked their somewhat dry lips, and the smiles on the corners of their mouths were incomparably hideous.

After a few days of refining the body of the Great Array of Ten Thousand People, the spirit of these 10,000 cultivators has climbed to the peak, and they need a hearty battle to vent the bitterness of suffering in the Great Array, and they also need to break through the artistic conception of flesh and blood collision and fighting methods, break the shackles, break through the small realm, and even the big realm, and complete the gorgeous transformation.

"That'...... What is that, the flesh and qi turned into a long dragon, is it...... Is it your cultivator from Liangzhou?" The overseer on the side almost fell from his tall horse, and the blood dragon in the distance made him frightened, and he wanted to turn around and run.

"It's just 10,000 cultivators, not as good as the 30,000 iron-armored lions of your dynasty, and they will collide later, but you have to give in a lot!" Ling Donglai watched the army of cultivators behind him rushing towards him in the air, and there seemed to be a thick bloody aura in the air.

Murong Tian sighed deeply, knowing that he was only afraid that he would sacrifice this old bone to the dynasty today, but it would be useless, that monstrous blood dragon made people feel invincible when they looked at it.

"The whole army is assaulting, the target is in front!" Murong Tian no longer paid attention to the threat of the Blood Clan cultivator above his head, and with a roar of rage, he took the lead and rushed into the distance.

The 30,000 ironclad troops responded in unison, equally earth-shattering, holding spears and halberds, kicking the horse's belly fiercely, the whole army accelerated, and a terrifying torrent of steel rushed down along the official road, unstoppable.

The galloping speed of the war horse, coupled with the weight of the ironclad knight, formed a terrifying penetrating aura, and there was even a slight vacuum in the forefront, and the sharp and piercing sound of breaking the air echoed in the air, deafening.

"I'm really looking forward to it, this ironclad army is the strongest force in the world, the perfect combination of war horses, iron armor, and heavy weapons, speed and strength, and the army of cultivators, what will be the result?

Ling Donglai watched with excitement as the majestic battle below began, and the essence and blood in his body seemed to be burning.

After all, such a large-scale rush is very difficult to see in today's world, that is, the duel between the sects, it is just a thousand people, but at this moment, there are 30,000 ironclad troops and 10,000 cultivators, what a burst of passion will collide, that is, the sect masters of the three major sects also flew into the sky, ready to take a good look.

Ye Xuan, who was only at the head of the Xiliangguan city wall dozens of miles away, was unmoved, with his hands behind his back, looking at the clouds rolling in the sky, this kind of battle didn't seem to have any interest at all.

"Brother Ye Xuan, you don't seem to be paying attention to this battle at all? This is a shocking battle between the 30,000 ironclad army and our 10,000 cultivators in Liangzhou!" A voice came, and Zhong Shenxiu, the former number one sword of Sword God Mountain, walked over, not in a hurry.

"Zhong Shenxiu, in the past few days, you have made a lot of breakthroughs in the Great Array of Ten Thousand People, and you do have some talent. Ye Xuan glanced at Zhong Shenxiu, and then praised it.

"What Tianjiao, in front of you is like a chicken, what talent, in front of you is extremely ridiculous, Brother Ye Xuan, don't mock me anymore. Zhong Shenxiu originally looked calm, but at this moment, he was praised by Ye Xuan, but his face changed.

"Don't be too humble, you are lucky to be born in this desolate state, if you can still maintain this original intention of kendo in the starry central galaxy realm, it is commendable, and you have the hope of soaring into the sky and laughing at your peers. Ye Xuan glanced at Zhong Shenxiu meaningfully, this young sword who was cut off by himself has an unlimited future.

"The Central Galaxy Realm, the legendary three supreme realms, where the sects are like forests, the sky is like rain, hundreds of boats are contending, and the casualties in the battle between cultivators are extremely high, but unfortunately it is too far away, I don't know how many big domains and how many big realms are separated from our Qing Domain. Zhong Shenxiu looked fascinated, obviously having heard of the legendary realm.

"Now, you have a chance to break through, in the midst of thousands of troops, kill the enemy's chief general, the first imperial general Murong Tian, with your sword heart, shake his cultivation in the Returning Ding Realm, regardless of life or death, only success or failure. Ye Xuan said lightly.

"What, let me go and snipe the great general of the First Dynasty, Murong Tian, the Jindan cultivator who returns to the Triple Heaven of the Ding Realm?" Zhong Shenxiu couldn't help but gasp when he heard Ye Xuan's proposal.

"To go or not to go, as you wish, as you will. Ye Xuan dropped such a sentence, and walked away, ignoring Zhong Shenxiu.

Seeing Ye Xuan break through the air and go straight to the bloody battlefield in the fierce battle, Zhong Shenxiu gritted his teeth and followed behind, looking for the traces of the great general Murong Tian to see if he could kill him in a sneak attack.

On both sides of the official road, there was rolling yellow sand, and the cultivators who rushed out of Xiliangguan directly turned into a long dragon of blood and qi, and the yellow sand was all over the sky, and the blood and qi were flying, rushing towards the 30,000 ironclad army.

The neighing of war horses and the shaking of war drums, it is not the first time that the soldiers of the First Dynasty have fought with cultivators, and it is not a problem to encircle and suppress the disciples of the sect on weekdays.

Although the Iron Armor Army is almost all mortals, the generals are cultivators, the centurion is a cultivator of the mortal body realm double heaven, the commander of the thousand is a cultivator of the mortal body realm quadruple heaven, and the captain of ten thousand is a cultivator of the true body realm.

Their blood and qi are naturally not comparable to ordinary people, because General Murong Tian took the lead, and the centurion, the thousand, and the ten thousand commanders also rushed to the forefront, putting life and death aside, and the heavy weapons in their hands flashed with a dazzling cold light, defending the supreme glory of the first dynasty with their blood and even their lives.

Finally, the steel torrent of the 30,000 Iron Armor Army collided with the blood and qi dragon of the 10,000 cultivators, and in an instant, the entire heaven and earth seemed to freeze in an instant, and time stopped passing.

Strands of blood and yellow sand were all clearly visible in the air, and the angry face of every warrior and the hideous face of every cultivator seemed to be engraved in the void, indelible.

The air exploded, and the strikers of the ironclad army turned on their backs, and even more than half of the soldiers were directly swept into the air by the blood qi that rushed to the sky, and what was waiting for them was either a terrifying punch headshot or a spell storm that covered the sky and the sun.

In the blink of an eye, the three thousand pioneers of the Ironclad Army were all killed, and the corpses were all over the field, which was incomparable, and the spears and halberds thrown by the pioneers of the Ironclad Army before they died were also nailed to death by nearly 100 cultivators, buried in the yellow sand forever.