The firepower in these flame arrows was instead attracted by the other party's sword intent, and turned into a burning power, and under the whole world, only Zhao Jianlu's grandmaster could control the fire to this extent.

The woman who jumped up from the boat was petite, and only the legendary Mr. Zhao Si who was as famous as Bai Shanshui could be.

All the sergeants and all the cultivators on the city wall couldn't imagine what this legendary Zhao Di cultivator was going to do by appearing so openly, and many sergeants and generals even lost their minds for a short time at this moment of flames, but when some of the follow-up talismans were activated, some sharp wind sounds rubbed against the inverted flames, and some dull whistling sounds, dozens of swordsmen who had been waiting on the city wall for a long time reacted at the same time.

Many of the cultivators of Great Qin were relatively independent individuals in the army, and they did not need military orders, so they judged the situation in battle and acted according to their own judgment.

The swordsmen of Changling were originally brave and proud, although they were shocked by Mr. Zhao Si's reputation, but at this time, if no one next to Mr. Zhao Si stepped on the city gate tower, it also completely ignited the fighting spirit of these swordsmen.

Dozens of flying swords suddenly passed through the curtain of fire with their own different sounds of breaking through the air.

Most of the flying swords in the army are good at hiding and killing, and they are especially good at cooperating.

Most of the dozens of flying swords only took a distinct swirl, a faint trail of flame, when they passed through the curtain of fire, and then suddenly disappeared as if they didn't exist.

In the air scorched by the real fire, it was obvious that there were only a few violent swordsmanship.

However, for cultivators, the most threatening things about Changling's flying swords are those that disappear in an instant, and there is no trace to be found.

In the next moment, these disappearing flying swords may be revealed from under the tiles of the eaves, or from the shadows under the soles of the feet, or from a wave splashing on the water, or from a flowing fire falling from the sky, and directly deceive Mr. Zhao Si a few feet around him.

Some flying swords may arrive at the same time from different angles, some may be deliberately a little late, and some may still be hiding insidiously, looking for a gap between the opponent's shots, or a certain moment when the flow of true yuan is not smooth.

Dozens of flying sword masters can conjure up countless possibilities in a single breath.

Dozens of flying swords are countless sword shadows.

What's more, this is still the first group of swordsmen to react.

There will be more swordsmen gathered on this section of the city wall, and there will be more swordsmen who will shoot.

In the subconscious of these Changling swordsmen, no cultivator had ever been able to resist so many flying swords head-on, so after countless enemy powerhouses were found in Changling, they could only flee and could not stand still to fight.

Therefore, in their opinion, even if Mr. Zhao Si does not retreat, he can only fight, and it is absolutely impossible to continue to step towards the city gate tower as if no one was around.

However, the realistic picture made their eyes freeze again!

Zhao Miao didn't care about these dozens of flying swords at all.

She didn't change her castration at all, and walked leisurely through the air towards the center of the ridge of the city gatehouse.

Because there is Ding Ning behind her.

She had already made a sword to resist those talismans of the Qin army, and the next flying swords were Ding Ning's business, and they had nothing to do with her.

There was a crackling sound of "snort".

A flying sword first sensed the convergence of her strength, and with a touch of disbelief, it suddenly accelerated, bringing out a sword shadow like ice chips in the air, and slashed at her neck.

At the moment when the flying sword was ruthless, the space around her body, which seemed to be quite calm, suddenly became frantic and rioted.

Ding Ning's left hand left his waist.

In this riotous space, there are quiet tiny white flowers blooming.

Everything seems to slow down.

A remnant sword hit the flying sword that was the first to attack, and when there was a soft sound, a circle of ripples like water ripples rippled very clearly in the air, and more small white flowers bloomed on the sword body of the remnant sword, floating in the air.

The flying sword spun and was picked off, striking another flying sword that had just flown out of the shadows under the eaves, which sputtered out again, striking a flying sword that fell like a meteor from above.

In the sight of all the cultivators, the remnant sword that kept blooming with tiny white flowers only picked a few flying swords, and the whole process was very clear, but these flying swords spun out, but it instantly changed the overall situation.

There are flying swords flying and shuttling around Zhao Miao's body, but her body seems to have become some kind of demonic isolation from the existence of these flying swords, and none of the flying swords can fall on her body.

Nor could any flying sword fall on the owner of the remnant sword behind her.

All the flying swords were still flying in the air, but the owners of the vast majority of flying swords even forgot to control their flying swords at this moment.

Everyone's gaze and perception left Mr. Zhao Si's body and landed on Ding Ning behind her.

The flying swords still bloomed in the air.

The disorder gives people an inexplicable clear feeling, like every flying sword, where it should be. The sound of those flying swords colliding with each other is even like music, with a unique rhythm.

There are no true gods in this world.

However, at this moment, looking at Ding Ning's body that was burned red by the fire, and looking at the remnant sword that seemed to be very quiet, many cultivators felt that they had seen a god.

The bodies of several Seven Realm Grandmasters who had not yet made a move continued to tremble, and a strong fear surged from the deepest part of their hearts.

This sword already represents the identity of the other party.

And such an easy encirclement of dozens of flying swords just proves that the other party is the return of that person.

Because there is only one person in the world who can break the sword with a sword like this, and clearly perceive the sword intent and sword path without relying on brute force, and break it like this.

It's like a miracle.

Two soft noises sounded from the eaves of the corner tower.

Zhao Miao and Ding Ning's feet had already landed.

The two of them stood calmly at each end of the top of the city gate, their figures were so tall in the skylight, in the eyes of these cultivators, it was as if they were standing in the sky.

There was a lot of metal crashing to the ground.

There are flying swords that fall to the ground, blades in the hands of many people, and even a formation pivot that activates the magic circle.

Not only cultivators, but many sergeants reacted to who the person who followed Mr. Zhao Si was, countless memories and an indescribable surging emotion weighed on their hearts with an era that seemed to have been annihilated.

It was at that time.

That man was their god of war.

It's their god of war.

It is an invincible existence.

It is the sword head of the world that they fervently worship and follow.