A glint flashed in Ni Shiqi's cloudy old eyes, he looked at the young man on the horse, and said with emotion: "Dapu Cangyun Sect, it is really outstanding, and the little brother's martial arts skills seem to be a small success." ”

The connoisseur looks at the doorway, like a mortal for many years of fighting, which makes Ni Shiqi's eyes very vicious, he can see at a glance that this young man's skills are definitely not good.

On the battlefield of Nanzhao, it is not the realm of cultivation, and the kung fu in martial arts has become more important than cultivation.

"The clouds are white. ”

Arching his hand on the horse, Bai Yi reported to himself, and the jujube red horse that sat down did not become irritable because of the change of owner, but became more deferential and did not move.

"A hero is a young man, a good cloud, he can go to the battlefield with such a handsome man, even if the old man dies in battle, he has no regrets, hahahaha!"

In the midst of laughter, Ni Shiqi knocked his horse, waved the long saber in his hand vigorously, and rushed out of the school field first, and the huge golden handsome flag was waving in the wind behind the old man, hunting sound.

"The ten guards of the palace, each of you leads a guard!"

The old and thick shouts of the King of Puyang came from a distance, and immediately the army of the Three Guards stood quietly in place, waiting for their commander.

The palace army has 5,000 people, and Ni Qiuyu Mu Ling and Bai Yi each command the army of one guard, and it can be seen that Ni Shiqi has great trust in these three juniors.

Bai Yi turned his horse's head and came to the front of a guard sergeant, and ten cultivators who were also wearing black armor clasped their fists at him at the same time.

These ten black-armored monks all have the realm of the foundation building period, and the highest one has reached the late stage of foundation building, but they also salute Bai Yi respectfully, and they can't see the slightest pretentiousness.

In the military array, the general who leads the army must be respected with the highest respect regardless of his cultivation, only in this way can the sergeants work together to achieve the final victory in the great battle, and the monks of Nanzhao are well aware of this, so once the prince appoints a commander, they must obey the commander's command.

After the ten black-armored cultivators, there were nearly a hundred blue-armored cultivators, those were all monks in the Qi refining period, and after that, there were five thousand fierce soldiers.

The bright silver spear that transformed the Nine Palaces Cloud Turning Sword into swung vigorously, and Bai Yihan shouted, "Let's go!"

The army of the Ten Guards Palace, like ten long dragons, rushed to the battlefield, and when Bai Yi's army of Wei was mobilized, the army led by Ni Qiuyu and Mu Ling also left the school one after another.

The nearest battle city from the Puyang palace is two hundred miles away, and the king of Puyang is competing for this battle city, is the king of Yongchang Qian Rong, the king of Yongchang has the cultivation of the middle of the Jindan, his soldiers are brave and good at fighting, in the past ten years, the king of Yongchang has won nine times in the battle for the city, and the king of Puyang has only won once.

The more victories there are, the more rewards it represents from the lord of the country, and the cultivation resources of the Yongchang Royal Mansion are becoming more and more huge.

Just like rich and poor, the richer the person, the more wealth there will be, and the poor will get poorer and poorer.

Unfortunately, the King of Puyang is a poor man, and if it weren't for the loyalty of his soldiers, the Puyang Palace's palace might not be able to gather 50,000 troops.

In the battle for the battle city, each prince is only allowed to send 50,000 horses, which is the rule set by the lord of Nanzhao, otherwise once the number of people is very different, the side with fewer people will definitely lose.

At this time, behind Bai Yi, followed by a short and fat man, this person carried a big black flag on his shoulder, with the word Dou Da Ni written on one side and a hideous tiger head printed on the other.

The commander's banner is golden, corresponding to the golden armor of the Jindan monks, and the banners of the ten commanders are the same color as the black armor on their bodies, as long as a banner falls on the battlefield, it means that one of the commanders has fallen.

The one who carries the battle flag must be the most brave soldier, but Bai Yi can't see how strong the Humpty Dumpty man around him can be, this one doesn't even have cultivation, he is just a mortal.

Humpty Dumpty looked like he was in his forties and fifties, and his face had many hideous scars, which not only looked innocent, but a little funny.

"Moa, Moa!"

Humpty Dumpty felt the gaze of the commander, looked up at Bai Yi, and then shouted, but what he shouted, Bai Yi didn't understand at all.

"His name is Moa, and his tongue was bitten off by himself during the Great War, and he can't speak, only Moamoa's voice can be heard, and everyone has always called him Moa. Tima, a black-armored monk, approached Bai Yi and explained.

was not hacked to death by the enemy in the battle, but he bit off his tongue himself, this kind of embarrassing thing, if others heard it, they would have to laugh, but Bai Yi not only did not laugh, but instead of laughing, there was a solemnity in his eyes, and he nodded at Moa.

Those who can carry the battle flag during the war will definitely not be general, Bai Yi is not an ignorant person, naturally he will not underestimate this man called Moa, a veteran who has survived a hundred battles, is the most terrifying beast in the battle array.

More than two hundred miles away, the army can arrive in one day, when the night covers the whole land, under the cold moonlight, a majestic city appeared in front of Bai Yi's eyes.

The battle city, as the name suggests, is not used for living, but purely for fighting, because this majestic city does not have a city gate at all!

The four doors are opened, like the mouths of four black holes, waiting to be devoured.

The huge city without a city gate has pushed this battle to the point of non-stop, unless one side admits defeat and retreats, otherwise it will have to fight for both sides, and it is very likely that the armies of both sides will die in this battle city.

Looking at the cold battle city under the moonlight, Bai Yi's eyebrows frowned slightly.

There is no battlefield even with a city gate, and the lord of Nanzhao wants all the princes to fight to the death, if the cultivators are in this kind of frequent vicious battles all the year round, once they can survive, they must all be brave warriors.

No wonder the winner of the last spiritual vein battle was Nanzhao Kingdom, this kind of inhuman perennial vicious battle, all the cultivated are cold-blooded and powerful monks.

The sky has turned white, and there are 50,000 troops on the north and south sides of the battle city, and when the day dawns, it is the beginning of the bloody battle.

The army of Puyang Wangfu stayed on the north side of the battle city, the 50,000 army was silent at this time, all the mortal soldiers were resting quietly, no one spoke, people stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at the giant city that did not know how many lives had been devoured.

Ni Shiqi's war horse stood at the forefront of the army, so that the King of Puyang, as the commander, could take the lead in entering the battlefield, and the King of Puyang had always taken the lead in the battle.

Ni Qiuyu put away the Yunpa, and held his flying sword tightly in his hand, Mu Ling had already held the two long knives, the Absolute Spirit Armor not only blocked the spiritual power of the cultivators, but also blocked the spiritual sense, they couldn't see the other army on the opposite side of the giant city, but they could feel the heavy aura of the approaching war.

Bai Yi was still riding on a horse, playing with two small humanoid dolls in his hands, the calm in his eyes was gradually changing with the slow rise of the morning sun, when the handsome character of King Puyang was dancing in the wind, Bai Yi's deep pupils were only as indifferent as an eternal cold pool.