Looking from a high altitude, there seemed to be a crack in front of the gate of Qingqiu City, with the dark Qingqiu army on one side and the Qingqiu people of Huang Bulaji on the other.

And this rift is slowly advancing in the direction of Fenghua Cambridge, that is, where Bai Yu Xuanliang is located.

On the one hand, the Qingqiu tribesmen had the intention of fighting against their relatives and friends; on the other hand, there were millions of people in Qingqiu City! Killing a thousand, and in the blink of an eye, another 5,000 poured out of the city!

Bai Yu's eyes were about to crack from a distance, and his white teeth were about to be crushed.

"What a smiling tiger!

"I'll kill the smiling tiger first!" Bai Yu flew to go, but was pulled by Xuanliang.

"Just you?" Xuan Liang smiled.

Bai Yu was stunned, he was indeed impulsive. With his current half-crippled body, whether he can survive through the millions of people to the smiling tiger is still two words.

But it was the first time he had faced such a bloody battlefield, and the feeling that countless lives had dissipated every moment and that he couldn't do anything was really devastating to him.

"Besides—" Xuanliang narrowed his eyes and looked at the place where the two armies met, "soldier to soldier, general to general, king to king." It is not the work of a qualified leader. Get the drums!"

Immediately, eight tiger-headed wrestlers came up carrying a cowhide war drum more than a foot high. The drums of war fell to the ground, and the dust was splashed.

Xuanliang made a move with both palms, and two one-person-high drumsticks jumped into his palms.

"Knock! knock! knock!"

The rumbling drums swept forward like thunder.

Zhongshan heard the sound of the drum and looked back, and saw that it was Xuanliang who personally beat the drum to cheer for the soldiers.

A thunderbolt broke through the green city, and the drums of the battle were driven for thousands of miles.

It's not that the general can be brave, who is willing to go to this line!

Morale was boosted for a while!

The Qingqiu tribe also began to be ruthless. Since the person in front of you is no longer your own family, then help them to be free!

Zhongshan's footsteps were linked, forcing back the surrounding enemies, and then a tiger jumped and flew up to the city. With his left hand, he slashed down the tiger banner hanging at the head of the city, and with his right hand, he slashed down at his feet.

The sword light is like a galaxy falling from the sky, tearing the sky, and like a white waterfall, flying straight down.

The full moon scimitar, which is not known for its strength, was actually slashed out by him with the power of opening the world!

The towering ancient city gate of Qingqiu, which has stood for thousands of years, collapsed under this knife. The rubble at the head of the city was like rain, killing an unknown number of people and blocking the wide city gate. The surging tide of beasts was stopped at once.

At the same time, the Shikoku army also circled the flanks from the rear, forming a pincer offensive. They don't know how to show mercy to the people of Qingqiu.

The offensive and defensive momentum is reversed in an instant.

"What a fierce general! The mandarin duck stabbed him and rewarded him, not buried!" Qianqian Luoyi's eyes lit up, but she thought in her heart that the disciples of the Academy Palace might not have to appear. In her opinion, the current scene is still a civil war between demon kingdoms, and it doesn't involve any demonic energy.

Zhongshan stood on the ruins of the city wall and roared to the sky. He saw the smile on Xuanliang's face from afar, and the pride in his chest was even greater, and his blood was rolling.

He grabbed two swords in both hands, and was about to jump down to join the battlefield, when suddenly an alarm sounded, and the hair on his back suddenly stood up. Instinctively, he rolled around on a donkey, narrowly avoiding the light that enveloped him.

A figure in exquisite armor appeared on top of the half-collapsed city wall, looking condescendingly at the middle mountain.

"Yue'er...... No, Manyue!" Zhongshan was stunned for a moment, and then his nose wrinkled suddenly, revealing his jagged fangs, and at the same time, the mandarin ducks overlapped in front of him, making a defensive posture.

The same mistake he will not make again.

"Zhongshan. Manyue's voice was as cold as frost. Her delicate face was covered with black and yellow hair.

"If I can hurt you once, I can hurt you a second time. If you know each other, get out of here!"

Zhongshan didn't say a word, kicked his legs, and showed his scimitar.

"Zheng-" Zhongshan was shocked and took a few steps back.

He looked at the moon in disbelief. It's only been a few months, how could her cultivation have risen to such a level?

He didn't think about it anymore, because the wild moon had already deceived him like a ghost!

At the same time, in the buildings behind Manyue, hundreds of rays of light suddenly swept up, drawing a smooth arc in the air and falling into the battle array. That's the high-level demon in Qingqiu City!

After those big demons landed, they were not in a hurry to join the battle, but bombarded the city wall behind them by various means. And inside the city wall, there are also all kinds of brilliance, obviously attacking inside and outside.

Seeing this, Xuanliang suddenly waved his hand: "Mingjin, retreat behind the bridge!" The loud sound of the horn suddenly enveloped the entire battlefield.

The demon soldiers heard the sound of the horn and began to fight and retreat.

"If you have any helpers, you'd better ask them out now!

Qianqian Luoyi was about to refute, only to see that the Qingqiu city wall collapsed inch by inch under the cooperation of all the big demons. Before the dust had settled, dense figures had already flooded from the ruins like a rising tide, stretching from the front of the beautiful Cambridge to the end of the invisible city wall.

Qian Qianluo's color changed suddenly, but she didn't want the Xuegong disciples to play.

Being on the field means casualties, and the casualties of any academy disciple are tantamount to cutting flesh at her heart. Unless there was conclusive evidence that this battle was related to the Demon Clan, she would never let the disciples of the Academy Palace take risks easily. As for Qingqiu...... Jiren has his own natural appearance!

"Wait!" Qianqian Luoyi responded.

Xuanliang chuckled lightly, glanced at Bai Yu, and seemed to say, "This is the helper you hired?"

Bai Yu knew that Qianqianluo Yi felt sorry for the disciples of the Academy, but he didn't see the rabbit and didn't scatter the eagle, he didn't see the demonic qi and didn't send troops, and he couldn't force him to come, so he had to suffer this slap in the face silently.

After Xuanliang controlled the front in the middle of Fenghua Cambridge, he no longer retreated. The terrain here is relatively narrow, and the numerical advantage is not easy to show, and no matter how much combat power there is in Qingqiu City, they will only face hundreds or thousands at the same time.

He divided his army of 100,000 into five divisions, each of which fought at intervals of one hour. Even so, the casualties in the various units are still staggering. And Zhongshan and Manyue have fought several times, each with a victory or defeat, and each with its own injuries.

Xuanliang himself has also personally played several times, mainly to block those high-level demons who are too rampant. Once he succeeded, he would never love war, and even if countless subordinates died in front of him, he still returned to sit on the viewing platform. This made Qianqianluo Yi feel quite disdainful.

In this way, the battle is a day and a night.

The next day, when the night slowly faded in the western corner of the sky, leaving only the one that shrouded the Qingqiu Kingdom, Qianqianluo Yi was finally moved.

That's really...... Demonic energy?!'

Bai Yu nodded, his face complicated. This is the demonic energy that ruined his life.

Qianqianluo Yi no longer hesitated, and immediately flicked her sleeves, and the red light rose into the sky, exploding a brilliant firework in the gray sky.

In the dense forest in the distance, Wu Luo Qianshan opened his eyes.

Behind him was the disciple of the Academy Palace who had been waiting for a day and a night.

"You go and inform Dr. Zhongzhou in the school palace, and say that there is a change in the mountains in all directions, and ask them to help!" he instructed Wu Pan softly.

The latter's blue pupils shrank slightly, but he did not hesitate, and after a gentle kiss on his cheek, he turned and flew away.

"Be careful yourself! I'll be right back!"

"Good!" he pulled out the bright silver spear that was stuck diagonally in the ground and swiped it in the air, pointing in the direction of the rising sun.

"All the disciples listen to the order, follow me! Defend the Academy, defend the Southern Xinjiang, and defend Shenzhou!"

Tens of thousands of ninjas and nearly a thousand onmyoji shouted in unison, lined up in a neat line, and marched towards the place where the killing bloomed. There was no fear in their eyes, only determination and firmness.

How can they repay this piece of homeland that raised their ancestors and all the people? They can only pour their blood into the fertile land! They have traveled from all over southern Xinjiang to the school palace to practice and seek the Tao, and they have been in the cold for ten years, so that is not precisely this moment?

Ten years of fame, a sword to know.

There is no home on the battlefield, and the dream of home and country.

The wind blows black hair, and the sun shines on new poems.

The years do not change, for the common people to be late!