The Emperor's sword, even if unsheathed, is not intended to kill the enemy.

He suddenly remembered this sentence, but he had forgotten who said it and why, and vaguely remembered that it was the general he had served for before, and he felt a little guilty in his heart.

......

On the city wall, the shouts of killing shook the sky, the lacquered wooden houses were covered with bamboo mats, and the generals in black helmets and black armor sat cross-legged on the blue bamboo mats, with a simple short-handled straight knife in front of him.

The sunlight shone in slowly, illuminating the dust floating in the air, and like firelight, the light and shadow reflected on the ground were constantly jumping. A furnace of incense rose in the room, and the smoke was so thin and straight that it did not suddenly disperse until it reached a fixed height.

Outside the window, the angry shouts of the soldiers were heard.

The cigarette suddenly scattered, and at the same moment, the general opened his eyes. His face was completely obscured under the visor, with only a pair of pupils exposed.

Half of that pupil was white.

The next moment, divided into countless grids, the sparse window that cut the sunlight suddenly burst open, and a thin sword poked out of it, and against the light of the sun, people couldn't open their eyes.

The speed of the sword is very fast, and when this sword appears, people are often going to die.

Tribal warriors on the steppe rarely wielded swords, but the feared steppe assassins were particularly fond of this kind of weapon that could be wrapped around the waist and used internal force to instantly become extremely hard.

The ability to climb the city walls and break through the siege is enough to prove how skilled this barbarian assassin in light and close-fitting leather armor is. They were trained to assassinate those who set foot on the battlefield.

Even Wang Li has suffered at the hands of such assassins.

This assassin's means are also very high, and his realm is not low, as soon as he went to the city wall, he killed five or six armorers who pounced on him as soon as he took out his sword, and each sword was a stabbing blow, piercing the opponent's throat accurately.

Then he noticed that there was someone here, and with his natural intuition, he decided that the other party's identity was not low, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he stabbed out with all his strength.

This general of Liyang sat dumbfounded, as if he hadn't reacted yet, the barbarian assassin was about to succeed, his sword qi had already hit his face, and there was no one around him who could stop him at all!

At this moment, the black-clothed and black-armored general moved, and he was still sitting dignified, but in an instant, his body pounced out like a tiger and wolf, and a light flashed in his pupils with a white shadow, and he grasped the hilt of the knife in front of him.

His movements are not beautiful, but they are powerful.

The light from the window came in, and the blade was reflected red by the surrounding fire, as if engraved with the gorgeous sunset on the horizon. He swung his sword out of thin air, bringing a heavy wind, and the sword blade on the opposite side froze, obviously shocked by the strength of this Liyang general.

The battle lasted only a moment.

The moment the weak thin sword touched the black armor, it broke into three, but the straight knife with a thick back and narrow blade cut a large hole in the assassin's chest, and the blood flowed incessantly.

Immediately after, three black arrows emerged from his chest, and the assassin fell to the ground with a muffled grunt. The sergeants who rushed around were not at ease, so they made two more stabs on the corpse, and then hurriedly raised their heads and said, "It's okay, general." ”

The general didn't have any expression on his face, just waved his hand, and several young generals immediately rushed back to the battlefield, and slowly, more and more corpses fell on the city wall, and the reserve army pressed up little by little.

The general of Chang'an City, Liu Huaiying, the dragon who crossed the river.

He is not well-known in the rivers and lakes, just because he has been in Shang Shuling's house since he was a child, he has almost never traveled the rivers and lakes, and has been studying in the school of the official eunuch's family. His reputation is not obvious, but his sword skills and ability to govern the army are recognized by many masters in the palace.

But at this time, he didn't swing his sword, he only looked up at the majestic figure in the sky above his head that was full of thunder and flashing, absorbing the breath of the heavens in his body, and only felt a little unbelievable, thinking that if he continued to fight like this, would he even have to use the law and heaven in the mythical story.

This level was too far away from him, and he didn't understand it, so he just glanced at the barbarian army in front of him and frowned. As this battle continued, I thought that even if the barbarians died, most of the Yulin Heavenly Army and Jin Wuwei would die.

In fact, he thinks this is not bad, at least let these old soldiers under his command who have provoked anger all day long know the cruelty of war, and the attitude of dealing with things in the future, maybe he will be more serious.

Thinking of this, he actually carried his knife, turned around and walked towards the city wall, ignoring the intensifying siege battle.

Not only were there many people on the city walls, but there were also many people under the city walls, countless people were running around, transporting wounded soldiers, weapons, arrows, and even special hanging baskets to carry the rolling logs and stones to the city, in short, everyone was busy.

In contrast, Liu Huaiying's appearance seems much more leisurely. He didn't take a few steps, greeting people all the way and saying comforting words to the soldiers. The city wall of Chang'an is high, and it is only after walking for a long time that you get off the city wall.

When the surrounding sergeants saw him saluting, he waved his hand and told them to go about their own business, and turned around and walked towards the city gate.

There are people here too.

There were three hundred guards with swords, all of whom were unsheathed with iron swords, covered in blue-gray iron armor, lined up in several lines, looking at the gate with a serious expression, which sometimes fell with dust.

But the most eye-catching thing is the scholar in the crowd who always has a straight back. There was a folded paper fan diagonally stuck in the back of his head, a scroll of scriptures in his left hand, and a pot of fragrant wine in his right hand.

Seeing Liu Huaiying, all the soldiers bowed their hands one after another, and Liu Huaiying also bowed in return, smiled and greeted the big guy, calmed everyone's nervousness, and went straight to the scholar's side.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Three has been standing for a day, I don't know if I'm tired?"

The young man known as Mr. Three glanced at him, raised his head and took a sip of wine, the spicy wine accumulated in his throat for a long time before it was completely discharged, and with one mouth, a mouthful of wine gas came out, cutting dozens of small scratches on the ground.

The man smiled and said: "There is wine and sword here, although there is no beautiful woman to accompany you, but countless hot-blooded and heroic men sit and talk together, even if you stand for another year, Haojun is also willing." ”

When the soldiers around heard this, they were nervous, but they also had some smiles on their faces, and they responded one after another, saying something Mr. Xie San's love, Donghuazhai hidden swordsman is really a model of swordsman in the world.

Hearing this, Liu Huaiying and Mr. San glanced at each other and smiled.

The thud of the sword slashing on the city gate was on his side, making people dare not relax at any time, Mr. San continued to look down at the book, his eyes did not take off the book for a while, as if he didn't care about the surroundings at all, but he said: "General Liu is not on the city wall to supervise the battle, what are you doing in my boring place." ”

Hearing this, Liu Huaiying sighed and said in an extremely sad tone: "Mr. Five and Mr. Seven have been martyred, and Mr. Eight is the only one on the city wall who drinks alone, which is too sad, and I, as the main general, cannot risk my life at will, I am really ashamed." ”

Mr. San only laughed and said: "The general doesn't have to blame himself, the swordsman practices the sword, and the scholar reads, what is it for? Isn't it just for this moment? ”

The two looked at each other again, and Mr. San's eyes were blazing, forcing Liu Huaiying to want to retreat, and he had to laugh bitterly twice in his heart, saying in his heart How could there be such a group of crazy people in the world.

He also arched his hand and said: "Mr. San's courage and open-mindedness are really not comparable to the next. ”

Mr. San just smiled and said, "There is Haojun here, don't worry, General Liu should hurry back to the place where you are needed." ”

Liu Huaiying also grinned, pressed one hand on the other party's shoulder, and pressed the other hand on the hilt, and said: "With Mr. You's words, I will be at ease in the next, and please rest assured that Mr. Three will naturally be in the place where I am most needed." ”

The white-clothed scholar's face changed drastically, but the big hole on his body had been held by the other party.

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Huaiying drew a knife with one hand and stabbed the other party in the heart.

Blood splattered out.

Mr. San looked at the knife on his chest, and then at the man in front of him, only to feel more and more unfamiliar, and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to ask why. But at this time, Liu Huaiying had already pulled out the knife.

The blood could no longer be stopped.

The soldiers around them widened their eyes and opened their mouths wide.

Liu Huaiying turned around slowly, holding the blood-stained treasure knife, patted the black armor on his body, with a hideous smile on his face, and waved his hand and said: "On the battlefield before, Mr. Five killed 300 of my barbarians, and at this moment, I just returned them together!"

Suddenly, a person shouted: "Liu Huaiying has rebelled! Kill him, go and report the news, there are barbarian spies in the city!"

As soon as the words fell, Dao Gang cut off half of his head. The master of the Xuan Che Upper Realm broke out and killed people, and it was really a disaster in the crowded space of the City Gate Cave. The news spread, but in a short time, Liu Huaiying's sword swept away, and there were dead people in front of the city gate, and those real masters in the city had no time to take care of him, and their eyes were attracted by the barbarian high priest above their heads.

And Liu Huaiying's purpose cannot be just to kill people, otherwise, he has achieved the status of the general of Chang'an City as a barbarian insider, and his role in this war is far more important than that of a master of the Xuanche Realm.

It's hard to get hands on the walls.

Then he will open the gates!

He glanced at Mr. Donghua Saisan who was lying on the ground, the other party's gloomy gaze was still staring at him, feeling the stronger and stronger attack around him, he felt that he also understood a little. Men, they deserve to die.

He will surely die today.

Not to mention that he was already red-eyed in front of him, the subordinates who used to drink and laugh together were the same clan outside the door, and when they saw him as a 'Central Plains man' when they rushed in, they would tear him to pieces regardless of it.

But he didn't care anymore, after so many years, he just wanted to go home, even if his soul could return to the arms of the gods.

The protective body qi swept out, turned into a sword and cut through the iron armor, breaking into the human body, and at the same time holding down the huge bracket on the city gate with one hand, in the frightened eyes of the soldiers, the huge bracket that required three tokens as keys slowly climbed up the crack.

Liu Huaiying's face turned red, her arms swelled, and she shouted: "Give me !!"

Heaven and earth seemed to be silent for a moment.

An earth-shattering cheer erupted in the barbarian army!

On the Vermilion Bird Street, the banner of swords is waving in the wind, the white-robed young man with a silver gun takes the lead, thousands of black horsemen line up behind the red horse, and tens of millions of people knock on the saddle with their weapons, shouting in a low voice, and the sound of hooves is like thunder.

On this day, the gate of Chang'an City was opened, and the barbarians who abandoned their horses and fought on foot had just poured into the city gate for only ten steps, and they were submerged under the pale blue iron armor.

Armor Heavy Ride!

Although it can't be compared to the Black Thorn Cavalry, it is almost the same as ordinary soldiers, and it is still difficult for their knives to cut into the opponent's armor, so they can only rely on brute force to fight!

At this time, Chang'an City was like a sluice gate about to discharge the flood, opening up, releasing a silent cyan torrent, and no one dared to intercept them halfway, because their war horses had already run, waving knives at will in the crowd, wantonly harvesting lives.

The rear of the barbarian army was so quiet that it was palpitating, and everyone was silent in armor, clenched their weapons, fed their beloved horses the last mouthful of forage, and with the help of others, put on their brackets and entered the black beast.

The infantry turned back into cavalry again.

Outside the city, the gate of Chang'an was closed again, the enemy tide temporarily receded, and the unified blue ironclad army lined up in an orderly formation outside the city wall, raising one black sword flag after another, they were silent, slaughtering, and the tip of the knife was stained with blood.

This time is different, Liu Huaiying has been trampled into bloody mud, but he has successfully destroyed the machine on the city gate, relying only on two bolts, no city gate in the world can stop the attack of the giant siege vehicle.

They can only attack.

The black sword banner was waving in the wind, and the flames were pouring out, and the two camps had never been all lined up against each other at such a close distance. No one dares to act rashly, and no one can retreat.

The pressure on the head of the city suddenly decreased, and countless archers lined up in rows, sweating profusely on their heads. The barbarian condor archers were holding strong bows, and their arm strength was weakened. But the commander's command did not wave it for a long time, and the arrow did not leave the string for a moment.

In the absolute silence, you could hear the crackling of torches, the panting of horses, and the eager heartbeats of their companions. The sweat of the palms of the hands slowly dripped down the longbow and "snapped" on the surface of the feet.

The fire was burning, and thick black smoke rose into the air.

On the barbarian's monstrous warhorse, the old man shed his tattered lambskin and replaced it with a withered yellow priest's robe. In the wind, the robe flew against the wind, sweeping the flames, but not burning.

He was like the monarch of the flames, and wherever his eyes swept over, the flames shouted for joy. The tall horse under the crotch, blindfolded and with gagged ears, was not afraid of the fire, and stood silently in the jungle of swords, motionless, like an obsidian sculpture.

The roar of tens of millions of people suddenly exploded, rushing like a tide from a distance, and the sound of horses' hooves around them slowly sounded, and in an instant, it turned into a muffled thunder on the horizon.

The old man slowly opened his arms, chanting incantations reverently, and his hair flew wildly, like a mad demon whispering.

The neighing of horses sounded.

The men roared.

The most magnificent and primitive fight on the battlefield exploded at this moment.

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Chapter Synopsis The Emperor's sword, even if unsheathed, was not intended to kill the enemy.

He suddenly remembered this sentence, but he had forgotten who said it and why, and vaguely remembered that it was the general he had served for before, and he felt a little guilty in his heart.

......

On the city wall, the shouts of killing shook the sky, the lacquered wooden houses were covered with bamboo mats, and the generals in black helmets and black armor sat cross-legged on the blue bamboo mats, with a simple short-handled straight knife in front of him.

The sunlight shone in slowly, illuminating the dust floating in the air, and like firelight, the light and shadow reflected on the ground were constantly jumping. A furnace of incense rose in the room, and the smoke was so thin and straight that it did not suddenly disperse until it reached a fixed height.

Outside the window, the angry shouts of the soldiers were heard.

The cigarette suddenly scattered, and at the same moment, the general opened his eyes. His face was completely obscured under the visor, with only a pair of pupils exposed.

Half of that pupil was white.

The next moment, divided into countless grids, the sparse window that cut the sunlight suddenly burst open, and a thin sword poked out of it, and against the light of the sun, people couldn't open their eyes.

The speed of the sword is very fast, and when this sword appears, people are often going to die.

Tribal warriors on the steppe rarely wielded swords, but the feared steppe assassins were particularly fond of this kind of weapon that could be wrapped around the waist and used internal force to instantly become extremely hard.

The ability to climb the city walls and break through the siege is enough to prove how skilled this barbarian assassin in light and close-fitting leather armor is. They were trained to assassinate those who set foot on the battlefield.

Even Wang Li has suffered at the hands of such assassins.

This assassin's means are also very high, and his realm is not low, as soon as he went to the city wall, he killed five or six armorers who pounced on him as soon as he took out his sword, and each sword was a stabbing blow, piercing the opponent's throat accurately.

Then he noticed that there was someone here, and with his natural intuition, he decided that the other party's identity was not low, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he stabbed out with all his strength.

This general of Liyang sat dumbfounded, as if he hadn't reacted yet, the barbarian assassin was about to succeed, his sword qi had already hit his face, and there was no one around him who could stop him at all!

At this moment, the black-clothed and black-armored general moved, and he was still sitting dignified, but in an instant, his body pounced out like a tiger and wolf, and a light flashed in his pupils with a white shadow, and he grasped the hilt of the knife in front of him.

His movements are not beautiful, but they are powerful.

The light from the window came in, and the blade was reflected red by the surrounding fire, as if engraved with the gorgeous sunset on the horizon. He swung his sword out of thin air, bringing a heavy wind, and the sword blade on the opposite side froze, obviously shocked by the strength of this Liyang general.

The battle lasted only a moment.

The moment the weak thin sword touched the black armor, it broke into three, but the straight blade with a thick back and narrow blade

Plants can also become a frenzy, who said that plants are the lower layer of the food chain, and plants can also dominate. After gaining the ability to transform plants, Chi Nan created a powerful empire based on plants.

From then on, the positions were laid out with thorn ferns, the city was defended with wind cannons and shrubs, and the pea cannons were used to charge into battle.

The plant tanks pushed the human camp flat, and the green knights overwhelmed the various cavalry.

The bush warriors swept through the orc legions, and the giant trees overturned the Beamon beasts.

The Green Leaf Wyvern competes with the empty groups from all walks of life, and the Wood Spirit Dragon fights against the dragon group.

These are not enough, so what about the Sky Cracking Cannon that can penetrate space, open the spatial barrier, and conquer the alien plane.

In addition, the plant warship rushed out of the continent, went to space, and swept across the universe.

But now, who can tell me what to do when crossing into the middle of the battle between the two armies, they all look so fierce. It's a rush to wait online. Chi Nan wanted to cry and looked at the army that was charging towards him without tears......

I have finished this "Super Creation Furnace", you can go and see it.