Because there was no ready-made armor, some people offered Zhao Yuan helmets, some people presented armor to Zhao Yuan, and some people offered combat shoes to Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan, who had changed into a military uniform, was full of heroism, his body became more and more majestic, and vaguely, he had the aura of a strong man who looked down on the world.

"Crazy Daoist, arrows!" Zhao Yuan summoned a longbow and a bundle of sharp arrows from the Sumeru ring.

"Yes, sir!" the mad Taoist had a tacit understanding with Zhao Yuan, and immediately threw off his arms and carried the sharp arrow on his shoulder.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Yuan held a longbow in his hand, raised his arms and roared, and rushed towards the wall close to the battlefield first, dozens of soldiers followed behind him, and their heavy combat shoes stepped on the bluestone slab, making a rumbling sound, as if he had returned to the glorious days of running thousands of miles on the prairie.

Being able to fight with Zhao Yuan is the supreme honor of the soldiers of Blackwater City!

It was precisely because of the battle with Zhao Yuan in the stabbing slave to the grassland that Yang Cheng had a lofty position in Blackwater City.

Everyone was wearing the armor of the Great Qin system, and they were not hindered, and they rushed to the bottom of the inner city wall.

Zhao Yuan began to give orders and arrange the battle formation.

Everyone cooperated hundreds of times in the Thorn Slave Prairie, it can be said that they have a good heart, and they are familiar with the road, and soon, the soldiers entered the battle state, surrounding Zhao Yuan like the stars and the moon, and the cold weapons emitted a murderous metal light.

Zhao Yuan's goal is clear.

Cultivators.

In the Great Qin Empire, cultivators were not allowed to enter the palace.

At this time, the sky was in full swing, inseparable, in a tragic stalemate, blood was permeating the air, and the air was so thick that the blood was disgusting.

Cultivators have a clear upper hand.

In the Imperial Palace, there are not many martial artists who can fly in the air, so they also have a clear advantage in the number of cultivators who fight in the sky, and the martial artists are at a disadvantage.

Although the four heavenly gods are brave and invincible, they can't stand the crowd, each of them has to face at least five or more cultivators, for martial artists, the battle in the sky and the battle on the ground are completely different things, and the flying sword of the cultivator is like lightning, and it is even more impossible to prevent it.

Under the siege of the cultivators, the four heavenly gods have shown fatigue, wet, and from time to time will fall to the ground to borrow strength, some embarrassed, in the state of the end of the crossbow, completely relying on the courage to sacrifice life and death to make up for the lack of combat effectiveness.

Why don't you play the strengths of a martial artist on the ground?

You must know that the strong body of a warrior is the most suitable combat environment on the ground.

Immediately, Zhao Yuan understood that if the four heavenly gods fought with the cultivators on the ground, it would inevitably deal a devastating blow to the martial artists on the ground of the palace, and moreover, it would also destroy the buildings of the palace, because the formation of the palace was very likely to only target the defense of the sky.

Of course, protecting the palace is only secondary, the most important thing is that if the warriors all fall to the ground, then they will be in a position to be beaten, because the cultivators don't need to land at all, they only need to use the aura to control the flying sword to kill the enemy.

If the cultivators hunted the warriors of the palace unscrupulously in the sky, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Unless, all the people hid in the building, with the help of the protection of the formation, and let those cultivators run rampant in the palace.

Obviously, it is impossible for the palace guards to allow this to happen, which is not only related to the dignity of the imperial family, but also to the dignity of the Ouchi masters.

A steady stream of warriors reinforced from all directions, and on the ground of the palace, a large area of black pressure was pressed, with swords and guns, armor colliding, and the army was at its peak.

It's a pity that those cultivators seem to know that Dao martial artists can't stay in the air for a long time, and the places where they fight are all at a certain distance from the ground, and this distance has become a barrier that some low-level martial artists can't cross......

......

Zhao Yuan was calm, standing still, silently calculating, he was looking for the best opportunity.

The battle in the sky is getting more and more tragic, and there are fierce aura and mighty martial artist aura everywhere, and from time to time the corpses of cultivators and martial artists will fall to the ground.

Here's your chance!

The Sledgehammer God and the Silver Armor God landed at the same time, and Zhao Yuan was looking for a moment when the four great martial artists landed at the same time.

Whoosh whoosh ......

Dozens of sharp arrows shot out silently, like a line of nothingness, incredibly slow, and what was even more suffocating was that the dozens of sharp arrows were like a black flame wrapped in it.

It wasn't a flame, it was the seal of an ancient martial witch, and that flame was like summoning the vast power of the void.

The world-famous art of arrows!

However, at this time, Zhao Yuan's arrow technique was different from the past, not only was he able to do it without knowing it, but also injected the power of the "war elephant" realm into the sharp arrow.

The realm of "war elephants", as the name suggests, has reached the strength of war elephants, and it is conceivable that a small arrow feather contains the strength of elephants, and its power and lethality are terrifying.

"Are you ready?" Zhao Yuan watched as the dozens of sharp arrows slowly flew away.

"Ready. Dozens of soldiers replied in low voices.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Yuan's voice did not fall, bent the bow and set up the arrows, dozens of sharp arrows shot out at the same time, an amazing scene appeared, those sharp arrows, compared to the beginning of the sharp arrows slower, at this time, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time jumped on the arrows, and actually stepped on the sharp arrows to chase the sharp arrows in front, and those sharp arrows, carrying the heavy body of the soldiers, still lifted the weight as light, as if there was no slightest weight......

The highest level of the art of arrows is to control the speed of sharp arrows.

In the night sky, there was an extremely strange scene, dozens of soldiers flying into the air with arrow feathers.

At the moment when dozens of soldiers flew into the sky, the longbow in Zhao Yuan's hand shot again, and dozens of sharp arrows shot out silently.

Whoosh ......

The first wave of arrow feathers caused a commotion in the air, and some cultivators who were fighting were caught off guard by this elusive arrow, fell to the ground, and were immediately dismembered by some warriors.

"It's Zhao Yuan!" On the ground, a warrior who was familiar with Zhao Yuan let out a surprise shout.

"Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan of Blackwater City!"

The warriors let out an earth-shattering shout, and the sound was as majestic and turbulent as the tide, soaring into the sky, earth-shattering, and extremely fanatical.

In the minds of the warriors, Zhao Yuan has become a symbol of invincibility and a spiritual totem.

The first wave of sharp arrows followed, followed by the second wave of sharp arrows, which made the cultivators who had the upper hand immediately scramble to dodge those sharp arrows that were as elusive as hellish ghosts.

The third wave is not a sharp arrow, it is a warrior with a sharp arrow!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

......

Yang Cheng raised his arms and shouted, the sound of killing shook the sky, and his morale was like a rainbow.