The two armies faced each other, across the mighty Changjiang River.

This gave birth to the mother river of Qinren civilization, which is always glowing with slightly scarlet water, and at the same time, there are countless kinds of evil qi in the undercurrent at the bottom of the river.

There are often monks from ordinary backgrounds who go into the river to find their own evil qi to practice.

Some of them succeeded, and finally faded away from the mortal womb and became a great monk and started their own family.

And many more, submerged in the billowing mud and sand, there is no trace.

The snare drums of dawn fought against each other, beating more and more surging and agitating.

Separated by the river, the two military formations are opposite to each other.

As the sun rises, the dense fog that could not be dissolved on the river surface is helplessly dispersed under the blowing of the long wind, making the originally hazy river surface extremely clear.

The size of the living army has grown to 200,000, and there are many alien armies with special skills on both wings. They all accepted Shi Daqi's 'thoughts' and 'ideas', and were recruited by Shi Daqi.

Although it cannot become mainstream, it is a sharp knife that can tear through the enemy's gaps in real combat.

A rapid sound of military drums sounded, and the army of the camp under Cui Jin set out, and in the vast, a group of soldiers wearing black bone armor began to move forward neatly. Ignoring the front at all, it is the rushing river, and the boiling evil qi.

The chariot wrapped in evil qi floated like a ghost above the army, and then naturally with infinite malice, like a scavenging vulture, stared at the army of living people on the other side.

Cui Jin's handsome banner hunts in the wind. With a bang, the army under Cui Jin, the cavalry on both wings took the lead, and the soldiers of the Chinese army stepped forward in a neat pace, and the mountain city wall squad advanced, shouting the word 'kill' every few steps, calmly moving forward After all, with a strong momentum.

The mighty river was also condensed by the neat and evil qi condensed by the army at this moment.

When the army walked on the river, there was a sense of déjà vu as if they were walking on the ground.

At the same time, the terrible sound of the bull's horn shook the mountains, and a large number of slave soldiers rushed ahead of the cavalry and began to run forward, and the chariots overhead, like giant beasts, carried archers with vicious talismans and arrows, rushed towards the living army.

Although numerically, the number of heads of the armies on both sides is the same.

But in contrast to this majestic momentum, the Living Army is completely complete and completely downwind.

It's like the difference between a flock of sheep and a flock of lions.

The cavalry ran halfway, suddenly split into left and right scattered, and then, like two sharp blades, slammed into the chest of the living army.

The camp of the living army, in an instant, was knocked on his back, tearing open two long holes.

Next, with the continuous influx of Cui Jin's army, the living army is divided into small camps, the soldiers are separated, and the soldiers lose their bloody hearts, and they can be strangled one by one.

The collision of flesh and blood, the sound of swords, guns and halberds, and the constant stabbing into the body.

The roars, roars, and wails turn into the notes of the battlefield, and they are coherent into one.

The dense rain of arrows was like locusts crossing the border, and the dull shouts and short roars made the mountains and rivers tremble! Everyone was aroused in an instant the most primitive beastly nature.

In this chaotic battlefield, what is right, what is evil, what is freedom, what is equal, what is right, what is rich, what glory, all have become meaningless symbols.

People have only one thought... That is to live.

And in order to survive, you can only kill your opponent.

The winner gains everything, while the loser loses everything.

Crashes, roars, roars, hideous faces, bloody blades, low howls, and smoke and dust, the whole sky seems to be enveloped and annihilated by the terrible aura of this primordial fighting......

Shi Daqi held the sword that Feng Lin Wan 'built' for him, wearing a golden battle armor, standing on top of the head of a huge brute beast, he looked at the battlefield in the distance, looking at the continuous reddening of the river water, and his eyes showed compassion.

Then shouted loudly in a hoarse voice: "To live!"

The long sword was unsheathed, and he even drove the brute beast, as if he wanted to go to the core of the battlefield.

Loud screams and screams have become the only monotonous note under this sky.

Shi Daqi's cry may or may not be useful.

But the people around him heard the words of encouragement, spread to each other, and then spread.

Infecting each other, motivating each other, and dissipating many inexplicable fears in my heart.

Arrows flew wildly in the air, dragging a long rain of arrows through the sky like locusts crossing the border, only to see the soldiers falling to the ground with arrows one after another.

At the front of the battlefield, Tang Ci had already taken off his former disguise, he was wearing the battle armor customized for him by Feng Linwan, one person and one sword, and he simply killed the warriors who were wielded by Cui Jin.

The battle reached the most hearty place, and Tang Ci even began to chant poetry.

The immortal poems seemed to coat his brilliant sword light with an immortal aura.

Tang Ci's cheeks were slightly red, and he hadn't drunk a drop, but he seemed to have fallen into a state of drunkenness.

In fact, it was the true element in his body, which was operated to the extreme, causing his qi and blood to churn.

If it weren't for Tang Ci's martial arts, if ordinary monks were like this, they would only be afraid that they would have hurt their foundation.

Uya was also on the battlefield, holding the lancet in both hands, and every time she swung it, a piece of corpse would fall, it was like playing Musou mowing the grass. The indifferent Wu Ya exuded malice all over her body at this time.

It's like an unfortunate goddess crawling out of hell.

In the Cui Jin army in the distance, some people no longer endured it, but the black light in their hands flashed, and they were already attacking Tang Ci first.

Compared with the army, whether it is Tang Ci or Wu Ya, the role they can play is actually limited.

However, their bravery and frenzied killing will boost morale, and make the living army, which was originally somewhat scattered, have a tendency to reunite completely.

The black light passed, and in front of the black light, the fighters who were both enemy and friend were all blown to pieces.

Clang!

Tang Ci swung his sword to resist.

The black light collided with the long sword in Tang Ci's hand, the corner of Tang Ci's mouth dripped blood, and the person had already stepped on the river, took a few steps back, and then fell to the bottom of the river.

The black light rebounded, and when he was looking at it, he realized that it was a black big knife.

The blade fell into the hands of one person, without stopping, locking the breath, aiming at the direction where Tang Ci fell into the water, and slashed out.

He aimed not only at Tang Ci, but also at the living soldiers who surrounded him.

Standing on the high gimbal, Wang Yu held the medicine bottle tightly in his left hand and right hand.

Then he shouted loudly: "All the soldiers of the living army, you are not under my Wang Yu. ”

The next moment, Wang Yu's whole person began to cough up blood crazily.

All kinds of life-saving pills, don't sprinkle them in your mouth like money.

The whole person was gray, as if it had been drained of blood.

At the same time, all the fighters of the Living Army drank in unison.

Whether it was an ordinary person who had cultivated in the body or an ordinary person who had no ability to cultivate, they all received the support of a powerful force.

Even if this power cannot last, at this moment, it has become an important bargaining chip to reverse the direction of the wind.