The closed gate of Wuwei City was opened, symbolizing the official start of the once-in-a-decade battle. Rongsheng was the first to go out of the city, and behind him were the flying feather cavalry soldiers who came out of the stream.

Rongsheng's head was wrapped in thick armor, revealing only two eyes, and the armor covered in battle scars made him look even more fierce and fierce. The hand holding the lance was raised slightly, and the flying feather behind him was constantly adjusting the formation behind him.

The soldier at the forefront attaches the spear to the flying feather beast and holds the spear in his right hand to maximize the impact of the spear. The left hand is also equipped with gauntlets, and under the infusion of spiritual power, it is connected to form a protective shield to protect against the risks that will be encountered in the front. The feathered knights in the back rows raised their bows in unison, and they shot at each other. In a short period of time, the Flying Feather Rider completed the preparation for the attack.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Rongsheng's rugged voice gave the order to attack.

A dense rain of arrows streaked through the air like locusts, blooming among the monsters. The special arrows equipped with the Flying Feather Rider are engraved with a special attack spirit pattern for demon beasts, and when the demon beast is hit, the energy contained in the spirit pattern will directly hit the demon beast's inner dan.

"Whew.. Whew!" The Demon Beast Legion suffered a big loss for a while, and also began to mobilize the formation. The thickly armored two-toothed beast swayed its massive body, standing at the front to block the arrows of the Feather Rider, and the dread-billed eagle hovering in the air continued to spit acid and hit the protective shield, clashing with a crackling sound.

Mu Hanchuan, who was supervising the battle in the city, couldn't help frowning when he saw that the first round of attacks was not ideal.

"Spirit Tattoo Master, prepare!Change the terrain!"

The Spirit Pattern Master is a cultivation method unique to the human race, and it is intermediate to ordinary cultivators. It is through meditation to communicate the power of heaven and earth, and the power of the cultivator can be emitted by using the spirit pattern or with the help of magic weapons, and the spirit pattern master itself does not have any attributes and abilities, and is no different from ordinary people. However, the Spirit Pattern Master is easy to cultivate, suitable for large-scale legion combat, and is often seen in the legion.

The Spirit Tattoo Masters began to meditate collectively, infusing their own telekinesis into the Thorn Feather Army Banner. The phantom of the Thorn Feather Army's banner swayed, and Yin Qing saw that the ground under the feet of the two-toothed beast continued to sink, as if it had entered a swamp, exposing the demon beast behind it, and the location of the Flying Feather Rider and Wuwei City were exactly on an attack slope.

"Good chance! Looks like we're about to charge. The first time Yin Qing saw the change of terrain, he thought of how to launch an offensive. However, Rong Sheng did not give the order to charge lightly.

"Flat shot!"

"All, throw guns ready!"

After a round of cavalry shooting, the Flying Feather Cavalry skillfully discarded his bow and switched his gun to prepare for a second round of attack.

Both rounds of offensives are aimed at depleting the living power of the Demon Beast Legion, so that the Demon Beasts can reduce the consumption of the defensive array, so that the large array will not be broken because the absorption of spiritual power cannot keep up with the consumption of defense.

Just when Yin Qing felt that the situation was very good, Rong Sheng suddenly yelled, "Watch your step!" Rong Sheng seems to have sniffed out a trace of conspiracy from the state of the demon beasts being slaughtered, and even a huge threat to the Flying Feather Rider outside Wuwei City!

"Poof, poof, poof!" Although he received a hint of promotion, the Flying Feather Rider with a dense formation still hit the move, and the branches of the Ancient Vine Demon were like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, piercing through the ground and penetrating the Flying Feather Beast and the Flying Feather Knight who could not dodge. At one point, there were a large number of casualties on the Flying Feather Rider. Those who were nailed to the ground and those who were lifted into the air were all drained of their essence and blood by the ancient vine demon, and then turned into dry bones. The morale of the demon beast legion was greatly shaken, and there was a howl. For a moment, the attack became violent.

Rong Sheng's eyes were red, and he felt the taunt from the Demon Beast Legion. The hand holding the lance waved down vigorously, taking the lead, "Flying feather ride, charge!"

The silver iron stream has an indomitable momentum, and no matter how sacred it is in front of it, it seems that this steel knife can pierce the heart of the enemy fiercely.

"Blood debt and blood payment, warriors!

The lance in Rongsheng's hand split through the obstacle in front of him and rushed into the group of demon beasts. Not to be outdone, the flying feather rider behind him drew his sword and slashed after the first wave of charges. Everyone knows that if you stop, or if you are dragged, there is only one result, and that is death.

Every impact and collision is the end of life. The monsters were scattered, crowding and pushing each other, and some of the monsters were even gnawing at their dead companions, and the scene was very chaotic. The sound of sharp claws tearing through the armor was mixed with bursts of angry roars, and the red mud under the hooves of the Flying Feather Beast was soaked in blood, and the red mud it brought up splashed all over the armor of the Flying Feather Rider. The horror of the battlefield was deeply imprinted in the minds of every participant.

So much so that later generations had to spend more ink on describing this crucial turning point battle.

This time the confrontation ended in a draw. The demon beasts retreated for the time being, and the Thorn Feather Army also gathered the remnants of the army back to the city, and Yin Qing personally carried back the Rongsheng who had fought fiercely to the end and fell from exhaustion. When the armor was unfastened, the scars were like honors branded on Rongsheng's body, silently telling those present about what this man had experienced.

"Sleepy grandpa, Uncle Rong, he's going to be fine, right?" Yin Qing asked the sleepy old man who was boiling medicine, facing this man who was also a master and a father lying down, it was difficult for him to think calmly. Rong was promoted to the army at the age of 16 as a civilian, and worked all the way to the captain of the Thorn Feather Army, as a soldier, he has experienced countless brushes with death, in order to go from a trainee soldier, a soldier, a centurion, a thousand commanders to the current captain. In fact, this small injury can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket for him.

"Well, put this on him. Rongsheng has been over for so many years, this little injury is nothing. You kid just cares about it. The sleepy old man said and handed over a sticky ointment, and motioned for Yin Qing to put it on Rongsheng. The ointment is viscous and has a pungent smell on the green ground. If he hadn't known that this was done by a sleepy old man, Yin Qing would definitely treat this soaked thing as a saliva mixture for demon beasts. Yin Qing, who had given Rongsheng the medicine, carefully applied the ointment to the wound and slowly dissolved it with spiritual power, making it easier to absorb.

The sleepy old man sighed slightly and looked at the two men on the side. It was only the first day, and Rongsheng returned to the camp exhausted, although it was not a major injury, it was not a good sign. I'm afraid it will be difficult in the days ahead.

Mu Hanchuan in the conference hall recalled today's battle situation, and couldn't help but think of some details of that time. When all the clues were put together, Mu Hanchuan suddenly discovered that there might be a huge conspiracy hidden in it.