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Text Chapter 270 Falling into Yankou, fighting between immortals and mortals

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    "Hu Yi barbarians, pretending to be gods and ghosts!" Cheng Lun made the decision with both hands, his eyes were filled with strange light, and he raised his head and looked towards the northwest sky.  After only a few breaths passed, I suddenly heard him sneer and yell in a loud voice, "You dare to come to my Luoyankou Pass and kill people in public, and you still utter arrogant words. How can I allow you to go back safely?" "Fellow Taoists, protect me!  "Cheng Lun greeted and sat cross-legged on the top of the city wall.  Four disciples of the deacons of the enshrining pavilion accepted the promise, floated over, and sat in the four directions of Cheng Lun, southeast, northwest, and they opened their mouths to spit out a stream of spiritual light, forming a four-image guardian formation.  The general guarding the gate Zhou Laosan waved his hand, and a centurion ordered dozens of elite archers under his command to surround Cheng Lun and other five monks in the center.  The four guardian monks murmured spells endlessly, and the archers kept their arrows on their bows, their eyes like torches, and they scanned in all directions warily.  "Seven Killers show up and kill Hu Yiweidao for me!" Cheng Lun took out the gold-inlaid jade token that could control a pair of demon-subduing corpse soldiers. He turned his hand and put the token on his Yintang acupoint.  With a strong slap, the flesh between the eyebrows rolled and cracked, and the token magic weapon was embedded in his forehead. In the center of the token, there was a golden blood symbol flashing, and a dark shadow emerged from Cheng Lun.  It came out of the body, let out a sharp roar, soared into the sky, and shot straight towards the northwest clouds.  A man who was standing half a step beside Cheng Lun, with a jade talisman of Zhongnan Xianzong hanging on his waist, nodded slightly towards the cold-faced female cultivator holding a four-foot copper-orificed ancient sword, and the two of them jumped up and raised it at the same time.  He escaped from the light and chased Cheng Lun's flying Yaksha corpse soldiers.  Yu He looked sideways at Du Banshan and saw that Xiao Du didn't seem to have any intention of taking action, so he folded his arms and stood still on the wall.  However, he quietly swam out a ray of spiritual thought, wrapped it in invisible sword energy, and flew towards the northwest sky.  A battle is about to break out on the clouds, and the city walls of Luoyankou Xiongguan are also starting to get busy.  There were thousands of soldiers walking quickly across the five-foot-wide city wall, stacking bundles of fine iron clusters with carved feathers beside the arrow stacks, and lighting braziers behind each arrow stack.  Yu He discovered that the arrows were divided into two types. Among them were ten iron arrows with long shafts and long-range shooting. The arrow clusters were hollow and filled with kerosene and poison. After attaching the bowstring, they only needed to  Shake it on the brazier and throw it out, it is a murderous weapon that can take away the enemy's life from hundreds of steps away.  The other type is short and sharp. It is probably used when the enemy attacks the city wall. Perhaps it is for fear of accidentally injuring one of the own people, so the solid iron arrow is not coated with the poison that will seal the throat when it sees blood, but this arrowhead is cast  It is in the shape of a triangular pyramid. If shot with a strong bow, its power can break through shields and penetrate armor.  An iron hoop log held by ten people was hung down by an iron rope, blocking the city gate.  Behind the city wall, ten captains wearing flower tassels and iron armor holding halberds stood in line with their subordinate cavalry. Ten thousand eight-foot lances pointed toward the sky. The cavalry and their horses were all covered with leather and iron plates.  The inlaid armor reflected a cold light that made people dare not look directly.  Yu He on the city wall withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.  The northwest garrison of Dayong is known for its strict military discipline. The thousands of cavalry formed in a square formation are waiting for orders. The men and horses stand silently like sculptures without making a sound.  But this mere formation of ten thousand people has spread out like a steel ocean under the city wall. On the surface, it is calm and calm. As long as the commander-in-chief gives an order, these ten thousand cavalry will immediately turn into a galloping torrent and engulf everything in front.  Obstacles are crushed to pieces.  Although these 10,000 cavalrymen are ordinary warriors, they are well-trained on weekdays, and they often go out to gallop and fight. Fighting with desert horse thieves and Chihu Rangers is a common occurrence, and everyone has a smell of blood in their body.  There is a hidden and huge murderous intention in the military formation, like a ferocious steel beast lying on the ground and sleeping, ready to rise up and bite people at any time.  A chill ran down Yu He's back, and he couldn't help feeling afraid.  He secretly thought in his heart, if these ten thousand cavalrymen charged at the same time with their spears and horses, and he, one man and one sword, blocked the front of the charging formation, there was no need for weapons to strike each other, just relying on the killing intent of the collision,  It can make his mind turbulent, his true energy stagnant, and his cultivation greatly reduced.  Although those who practice Taoism are high in the sky, possess incredible magical powers, and have the ability to open mountains and cut off rivers, but in front of the iron-blooded murderous aura of thousands of people, one person's aura and thoughts still seem a little weak.  Unless one can, like Master Luo Xiu, condense the murderous intention like a boundless sea of ??blood and a bottomless ghost prison, one can deter these warriors who are not afraid of death.  I really don¡¯t know how Master Na Luo Xiu cultivates. The energy in his body can only reach such a violent state after killing countless strangers with his own hands.  Could it be that this mortal battlefield of flesh and blood is really the place where ancient sword cultivators achieve enlightenment?  Thinking of this, Yu He suddenly felt that the Lingtai ancestral orifice swelled, and a thin stream of heat rushed out and merged into the meridians and blood vessels of the whole body.  There was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, his body gradually heated up, sweat oozed from his palms, and a faint smell of blood emanated from the pores of his body. His whole body's energy was vaguely in line with the momentum of the military formation below the city.  ? in DantianYi Yuanci's clutch sword pill made a soft sound, which seemed to encourage Yu He to rush towards the northwest sky to find a happy fight with the incoming Hu Yiqi.  With a slight frown, Yu He hurriedly took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, smoothing out his breath and suppressing the burning feeling.  He turned his eyes to the vast desert to the northwest, thinking of the distant and desolate image, and did not dare to pay attention to the soldiers gathered under the city wall.  When three thousand swordsmen and axemen carrying vine shields swarmed to the top of the city, Cheng Lun's flying yaksha corpse soldiers and the two deacons of the enshrinement pavilion finally saw them in the sky fifty or sixty miles away from Luoyankou Xiongguan.  Hu Yiyi, who had just struck out to kill Luo Huanyu from a distance.  Yu He's spiritual thoughts disappeared into the clouds and watched from a distance. He saw that there were three Hu Yi strangers coming from the opposite side. These three were not riding on the clouds and wind like the Kyushu monks, nor were they using any magic weapon to support their bodies.  Under their feet was a large, strange-looking bird.  This big bird is an unknown species. It has two pairs of wings under its ribs. The front wings are flat and can reach more than ten feet. The hind wings are slightly shorter, but they also have a wingspan of seven or eight feet. The back is very broad, standing three feet tall.  The individual does not appear cramped at all.  Its feathers are all white, but its claws and beak are dark blue. A pair of eyes as small as a bird's feet are filled with green-white thunder, making it look very magical.  The leader of the three foreigners is an old man with white beard and white hair.  The old man was extremely short, only about four feet tall when standing upright, but his body was very strong, with his hands and feet as big as cattail fans, and his ten fingers as long as a mallet.  His face looked like that of a middle-earth man. His head was flat and round, his jaw was broad, his nose was high and his eyes were deep. In particular, the tip of his nose was unusually fat, taking up almost one-third of his face.  The old man was wrapped in a luxurious hooded leather robe, with exquisite gemstones and silver ornaments hanging around his neck. He had a small leather drum tied around his waist, three huge odd-shaped rings in his left hand, and a two-foot stick in his right hand.  A long stone staff with a circle of gray smoke coiling around the head.  Behind the short old man, the man standing on the left looks like a warrior who is good at close combat. He is seven feet tall, with a strong back and a strong waist. He is covered in steel armor. The thick visor covers his entire face, and only a pair of pairs can be seen.  Strange light gray eyes were revealed.  This man was carrying a huge sword that was six feet long on his back. The blade was as wide as a palm and the hilt was nearly a foot long. It seemed that he had to hold it with both hands to swing it.  The man standing on the right is extremely handsome. At first glance, it is difficult to tell whether he is a boy or a girl.  This person has long pale golden hair tied up with emerald green cloth strips. He has a pair of strangely long ears. The auricles are pointed and long, standing upright. He wears a row of four gold earrings on the left auricle.  He was wearing simple coarse cloth clothes, with a silver sheath dagger in his waist, half a heart-protecting leather armor hanging on his chest, a wooden arrow pot on his back, an elbow-length leather arrow armor on his left arm, and a three-pointed sword in his hand.  Chi recurved vine bow.  When Cheng Lun's Feitian Yaksha guardian corpse soldiers saw these three Hu Yi strangers, they immediately pounced on them with a strange roar.  The two deacons of the Liangzhou Prefecture's Consecration Pavilion, one man and one woman, followed closely and held down the escape light first, hoping to wait for Feitian Yaksha to find out the opponent's weakness and strength, and then see how to defeat the enemy.  Seeing "Seven Kills" rushing in front of the big snow-white bird, the armored warrior roared, jumped up, twisted his waist in mid-air, turned sideways, exposed his shoulders, and hit Feitian Yaksha in the chest.  With a muffled sound of "Peng", Feitian Yaksha was hit by the warrior's shoulder and flew several feet away. The guardian corpse soldier screamed "Seven Kills", turned over out of thin air, and rushed towards the armored warrior with claws and teeth.  Seeing that after the Hu Yi warrior knocked Feitian Yaksha away, the heavy body covered with iron armor was about to fall downwards, but he stretched out his hand and pointed to the top of his head, and a magnificent and bright golden light pillar fell from the sky, covering the figure of the armored warrior.  In the murmur of unknown meaning, a pair of real and illusory golden light wings suddenly spread out from behind the armored warrior. The wings flapped up and down, and the warrior's steel body hung steadily in the air.  As soon as these pairs of wings, which were purely transformed from light, appeared, the entire body of the armored warrior was dyed pale gold, and many mysterious and complicated runes appeared, slowly rotating around him.  Look at the armored warrior's momentum. With a backhand move, the six-foot giant sword behind him was already in his hand. The broad blade was raised high, carrying a ball of dazzling golden light, and slashed down on the flying Yaksha's head.  But this corpse soldier of the Flying Yaksha Dharma Protector, which has been practiced for thousands of years by the secret arts of Taoism and Buddhism, and was maintained by Cheng Lun using the method of spiritual thoughts entering the orifice, is it that easy person?  I saw billowing black smoke rising from the body of this "Seven Killers". He twisted his body strangely, and just missed the edge of the sword in a fraction of a second. He opened a pair of extremely large claws and grabbed the light behind the armored warrior.  The wings were torn apart violently.  There was a soft "chi" sound, and golden flames burst out from Feitian Yaksha's claws.  The corpse felt the pain, let go of the light wings, and kicked hard at the middle of the armored warrior's back with both feet, kicking the man forward and flying out.  "Chi Kiss Sword of Evil-Breaking, unsheath it!" The appearance of dozens of feet highWhen the two deacons of the Consecration Pavilion of Liangzhou Prefecture saw this situation, the cold-faced female cultivator holding a sword in her arms made a gesture with her sword, and a cold light flew out of its sheath, and struck towards the throat of the armored warrior like a meteor chasing the moon.  The Hu Yi armored warrior could not dodge, so he had to hold the giant sword across his chest, trying to block the sword light that pierced his throat and killed him.  The cold-faced female cultivator curled her lips slightly, and used the sword technique in her hand to make the sword light move faster.  Just when the tip of the flying sword was less than a foot away from the armored warrior's throat, a red shadow flashed in the slanting stab, and a thin wooden arrow flew towards him, with a dim light of fire flashing on the arrowhead.  When this seemingly weak wooden arrow collided with the flying sword, the arrow cluster burst into pieces, and a large ball of flames exploded. Not only did it shake the armored warrior away, but it also blew the cold-faced female cultivator's sword into pieces.  Without waiting for the cold-faced female cultivator to retrieve the flying sword, the handsome man holding a vine bow on the big white bird opposite pulled the string and set an arrow. His posture was elegant and skillful, and he released a dozen arrows in a row, directly towards the two monks in the worship pavilion.  Come.  The Zhongnan Immortal Sect monk standing side by side with the cold-faced female cultivator stood up with his feet shining brightly, clapped his hands forward, and shot out a ten-foot golden light forbidden talisman.  When those dozen arrows collided with the magical talisman of "Taiyi Golden Light Eighteen Forbidden" in the air, there was a thunderous sound that shook the sky, and flames filled the sky, turning half of the sky red.  The cold-faced female cultivator took the opportunity to take back her Chi Kiss Evil-Breaking Sword, and the flying sword turned into a cold light like a horned dragon, whirling around her body.  But the old man Hu Yi who was on the big white bird opposite raised his stone staff and swung it. The flying Yaksha corpse soldiers were immediately stagnant, as if suppressed by a huge boulder, and the figure that was originally as fast as the wind became much slower.  The armored warrior roared angrily, and golden flames shot out from his body. Seeing the opportunity, he flew over, pushed the giant sword horizontally, and stabbed Qisha in the chest.  The flying yaksha screamed strangely, turned his hand to fish it out, and the black smoke covering his body turned into a three-stranded long fork, which was thrust out towards the armored warrior's giant sword.  After all, the blessing power of the Hu Yi gods could not withstand the huge power inherited from the ancient behemoth of Fu Magic Corpse. When the two weapons collided, Qisha only swayed, but the armored warrior fell down with his sword.  Fly out.  The two deacons of the Sacrifice Pavilion wanted to take advantage of the situation and kill the armored warrior first, but before they could make a move, the white-haired old man opposite suddenly shouted a nonsense, reached out and patted the small leather drum on his waist, and said "Bang"  A sound.  "Hurry!" The face of the monk from the Zhongnan Immortal Sect changed. He stretched out his hand and pushed the cold-faced female cultivator away. He also ducked and moved five feet away.  A thin ray of gray light fell suddenly and swept across the corners of monk Zhongnan's sleeves. The silk on the sleeves instantly turned into sand and scattered.  "What a weird spell! Kill this old man first!" The cold-faced female cultivator shouted, and she closed her body with the sword, turning into a sharp sword light like a long dragon emerging from the water, and stabbed straight towards the white-haired old man.  But the handsome man behind the white-haired old man fired his bow and arrow again, and this time he shot an arrow. The arrow clusters shone with colorful lights. As soon as the arrow left the string, it disappeared into the void and disappeared.  The cold-faced female cultivator's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned the sword light in a diagonal direction. A wisp of cold wind swept past her temples, and then she saw the colorful arrow flying away just barely grazing her sword light.  But before she could regain her composure and adjust her sword stance, the colorful arrow flipped out of thin air and shot towards her vest again.  The cold-faced female cultivator had no choice but to abandon the white-haired old man and use her sword to kill the colorful arrows.  A monk from the Zhongnan Immortal Sect came riding the wind. He mobilized his true energy, and nine golden light forbidden talismans roared out, hitting the big white bird.  The old man opposite was not in a hurry, muttering a strange mantra in his mouth, reaching out and hitting the leather drum at his waist "bang bang bang" three times in a row.  Brother Zhongnan looked dazed and pulled away, with three gray lights chasing after him like spiritual pythons.  Cultivator Zhongnan gritted his teeth, turned around, opened his mouth and spat out a piece of green jade, facing the weird gray light that could turn people into sand.  The giant white bird flapped its wings and sang, opening its beak and spitting out a ball of blue lightning.  The white-haired old man opened his hand and threw a handful of pebbles, which turned into more than a dozen boulders wrapped in flames.  The lightning and flying stones rushed forward, smashing all the golden light forbidden symbols into pieces.  It is said that the battle above the clouds is inextricable, and life and death are only a matter of seconds.  Clouds of smoke and dust finally rose up in the vast desert northwest of Luoyankou Xiongguan.  Nearly a thousand red-bearded men came on horseback and rushed to stand five hundred steps outside the city wall. A red-bearded man carrying a beast skull shield copied the raw Central Plains Mandarin and shouted loudly at Luoyankou, ordering Zhou Laosan  Immediately open the city gate and hand over Prince Chihu and others.  The general guarding the gate, Zhou Laosan, picked up the two bloody corpses of the Chihu messenger with a spear and threw them to the bottom of the city. The iron gate of Yankou Xiongguan was smashed into a bloody mess.  He raised his voice, pointed at the big man with a red beard, and laughed and cursed: "Alish, we have been fighting back and forth for more than ten years. You still don't know the temper of your third grandfather? Are you still alive? These two people are still alive."  I¡¯ll give you a piece of rotten meat to play with!¡± The big red-bearded man screamed in anger.  But Zhou Laosan waved his handThen a loud bang was heard from the city wall, and five thousand archers fired the first round of arrow rain.  For a moment, it seemed as if a dense cloud of fire flew up from the top of the city, rose into the sky, turned into a torrential rain of fire, and enveloped the Chihu cavalry.
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