The cavalry general could not dodge and his right hand was directly cut off by the sharp sword. The riding general suffered a pain and his body sluggished slightly.
Jiang Chuan would not miss this great opportunity. Then he stabbed another sword, forcing the cavalry to retreat one after another, in a mess.
The battlefield was filled with smoke and dust, and his vision was blocked, so Lu Zheng was unable to rush over to help. I was so anxious that I stomped my feet.
The Dead Cavalry had already rushed to the pile of ruins. Although the cavalry broke one hand, they were still fierce. They pulled an arm directly from the cavalry beside them, pulled out a long sword, and rushed towards Jiangchuan again.
Jiang Chuan used the rolling sword style in "The Great River Sword Intent", and the sword in his hand shattered the cavalry that rushed up first.
But there were too many undead cavalry, and Jiangchuan was quickly surrounded.
On the other side, Chen Deng quickly formed a shield armor formation with the shield player and the spearman, preparing to fight the rush of Dead Cavalry.
Lu Zheng saw this situation and knew that he could not help Jiang Chuan for the time being, so he had no choice but to retreat. Judging from the current situation, Jiangchuan may be in danger this time.
The Dead Cavalry rushed into the shield armor formation. There was only a muffled sound, and the first row of cavalry was pierced by the spearman's spear, but the shield armor formation also began to shake under this powerful impact.
Chen Deng said loudly: "Kill, everyone, keep it steady!"
The spearmen behind the shield armor formation heard the sound and quickly stabbed a row of spears, overturning the cavalry and horses rushing in front to the ground.
The second round of charge of the Dead Cavalry arrived immediately.
This time, their impact became even more fierce, and the shield armor array was forced to break through.
The shield hands were squeezed back by the powerful force, and the Heyang Army's defense line was about to collapse.
At this critical moment, Zhu Shiwu rushed out from the flank with five hundred cavalry.
They penetrated straight into the queue of the Deadly Cavalry and successfully cut off the charge momentum of the Deadly Cavalry.
However, the price paid for this action was extremely heavy. Five hundred cavalry rushed in, and when they rushed out again, only two hundred men were left.
Chen Deng shouted anxiously: "Push over, let's work hard together, hold on!"
The soldiers of the Heyang Army gritted their teeth and pushed forward desperately.
They used their bodies and shields in their hands to withstand the crazy charge of the cavalry.
The shield players were under the huge impact force from the cavalry in front and the thrust exerted by the comrades in the rear to stabilize the defense line. Under the attack of these two huge forces, they fell one after another.
No one of them retreated, and they still gritted their teeth and persevered.
Zhu Shiwu rushed out with the remaining cavalry team, and then turned back without hesitation, and together with the shield armor formation, he tried to completely repel the charge of the Dead Cavalry.
On the battlefield, the sound of weapons colliding and shouting and killing were intertwined, and it was in chaos.
The life and death of Jiangchuan are uncertain, and the Heyang Army is also trying its best to support it.
Both sides were red in their eyes. Fighting for survival, no one was willing to retreat easily.
Weicheng, a city that is usually peaceful, has now become a Shura field.
Mu Qingling held the battle at the top of the city, and looked at the fierce battle under the city, and her little face turned pale in an instant.
Her lips trembled: "How could it be...how did it become like this..."
Zhu Shiwu rode a tall war horse, holding the broken rifle tightly in his hand, and rushed towards the dead cavalry under the city with five hundred cavalry.
But these dead cavalry are not ordinary troops at all. They have no consciousness and no fear.
Zhu Shiwu roared angrily, and the broken gun in his hand stabbed at a dead cavalry.
The devil cavalry did not dodge or avoid, and directly faced the tip of the gun with his body.
With a "pop", the spear tip pierced into the body of the Dead Cavalry, but the other party seemed to have no feeling at all. He still waved the long sword in his hand and slashed at Zhu Shiwu.
Zhu Shiwu hurriedly dodged sideways, and a long sword wiped his armor and sparks flew everywhere.
These five hundred cavalry rushed into the group of Dead Cavalry and were instantly submerged.
A scream was heard, and the soldiers fell from the horse, blood flowing out, but in a blink of an eye, three hundred people fell down.
The blood spread rapidly on the ground, like a red river, dyeing half of the battlefield red.
Zhu Shiwu himself was not feeling well. He felt a sharp pain in his mouth, and he could no longer hold the rifle in his hand, and fell to the ground with a "clang".
He looked down and saw that the tiger's mouth had cracked and blood was flowing down his arms.
Looking around, the remaining cavalry showed fear on their faces. Their horses were digging their hooves uneasily and did not dare to rush forward any longer.
At this time, the side door of the inner city was opened with a "creak".
A thousand elite troops from the cavalry battalion rushed out from the east gate, west gate and main gate respectively.
The horse's hooves sound like thunder and dust is flying.
Mu Chen wore heavy armor and strode to the top of the city. His face was solemn, and he shouted loudly: "Five hundred crossbowmen, get ready!"
Five hundred crossbowmen stood neatly in a row. They bent their bows and arrows, aiming at the dead cavalry that kept rushing out of the corridor.
Mu Chen then used all his strength to roar: "Shoot the arrow!" As soon as the words fell, the crossbowmen released the bowstrings at the same time, and the feather arrows flew towards the Dead Cavalry a hundred steps away.
A "puff" sound sounded from the group of dead cavalry, and feather arrows shot into the target one after another.
The undead cavalry was shot and fell down from the horse, but even the undead cavalry behind did not retreat at all and continued to rush over in waves.
Chen Deng stood under the city and spoke loudly: "Keep the formation, the shield player is ahead!" The shield players quickly raised the shields in their hands to form a shield wall.
But the impact of the Dead Cavalry was too strong. In the second round of charge, the shield players suffered heavy casualties.
People are constantly hit by the long sword of the Dead Cavalry and knocked down by the war horse. The shield wall gradually has gaps, and the formation begins to become chaotic.
In the third round of charge, the Dead Cavalry went crazy and rushed directly towards the shield armor formation.
Their horses leaped high and stepped heavily on the shield hands.
A scream was heard, and the three hundred shield hand was instantly trampled to death under the horse's hooves.
The spearmen quickly stabbed the spear forward, trying to block the footsteps of the Deadly Cavalry.
But these undead cavalry were not afraid of spears at all. They rushed over without fear of death and directly hit the spear.
The spear was bent and deformed, and the spearmen formation was washed away, and the soldiers fled everywhere.
At this moment, the main gate of the inner city opened with a loud bang, and a thousand heavily armored cavalry crashed towards the Dead Cavalry.
The cavalry of both sides collided in an instant and made a loud noise.
The war horses neighed, and the cavalry were thrown out by the huge impact force, and they fell heavily to the ground, never getting up again.
The blood flowed on the ground, mixed with the soil, forming a muddy blood swamp.
Looking at Jiang Chuan again, he was surrounded by the Dead Cavalry.
The wreckage of soldiers and war horses was piled up under his feet, and his body was covered with wounds, and blood stained his clothes red.
The unknown rider's eyes were red and he stared at Jiang Chuan tightly, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.
The Qingshuang sword in Jiang Chuan's hand was waving and trying to resist the attacks of the surrounding dead cavalry. Suddenly, a deceased cavalry seized the opportunity and slashed Jiang Chuan from behind.
Jiang Chuan only felt a sharp pain in his back, and his body leaned forward and was directly trampled onto the ground by the skeleton war horse. He spewed out a mouthful of blood, splashing on the ground.
The Dead Cavalry surrounded them one after another, raised the weapons in their hands, and were about to chop towards Jiangchuan.
When Jiang Chuan was about to die by horse hooves, at this moment of life and death, Jiang Chuan suddenly let out an angry roar, and the roar was filled with the charm of a dragon roar.
His pupils were instantly lit up by gold, and his veins swelled up, and his body exuded an ancient aura.
Yes, this is the awakening of the dragon soul! The green scales in Jiang Chuan's arms also seemed to feel the changes in his master and jumped excitedly.
A picture of Xie Xuan flattening the mountain hill with a sword outside Liuzhuang six months ago suddenly appeared in Jiang Chuan's mind. The sharp sword intent seemed to have traveled through time and space and rushed into his mind directly. He seemed to have seen the scene of the unknown swordsman who realized the sword of the Heavenly Dao ten years ago.
"While the sword of Liu, you will be three thousand breaths!" Jiang Chuan smiled at the sky, and the power of the dragon soul stimulated the innate pure yang true energy in his body.
The green frost sword in his hand shone brightly and stabbed hard at the surrounding dead cavalry. The sword energy was scattered, and wherever we went, the dead cavalry fell one after another.
This sword instantly killed six hundred cavalry! The entire corridor suddenly became silent, with only Jiang Chuan's breathing sound.
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Jiang Chuan's whole body was trembling, and bleeding slowly flowed from his nostrils, but he still held his body firmly and stood there steadily.
The unknown rider's legs became weak and he knelt directly on the ground and could no longer get up.
But the offensive of the Dead Cavalry still did not stop, and they rushed out of the corridor continuously.
The dragon soul on Jiang Chuan made him extremely violent. He held the Qingfrost Sword in his hand, and the sword light blocked the charge of the Dead Cavalry.
A sigh came from the top of the inner city.
When Mu Chen heard the sound, he quickly turned around and saw that Yu Youwei had crossed the city and flew towards the black torrent in the corridor.
Behind her, the swordsman in the straw raincoat also jumped down.
Yu Youwei opened the paper umbrella in her hand in the air, but in just a moment, she threw it away. He pulled out the famous sword from the handle of the umbrella, shook his wrist and rushed into the group of dead cavalry, wielding the sword in his hand so tightly that it was airtight.
With each sword swing, dozens of undead cavalry fell.
She and the swordsman of the windbreaker went against the road. Wherever she went, the dead cavalry were defeated one after another, and the two were invincible in the enemy's formation.
Mu Chen and Chen Deng stood at the top of the city, looking at Yu Youwei and the swordsman in the raincoat, all of them were stunned.
Zhu Shiwu was excited by the heroic backs of Yu Youwei and the swordsman.
Jiang Chuan was still slashing and slashing wildly. He was already red in his eyes and couldn't stop at all.
Suddenly, a plain white hand gently patted his shoulder. "Young Master." Yu Youwei's voice sounded in his ears.
Jiang Chuan was shocked and turned around subconsciously, and the sword in his hand was about to cut behind him.
But when he saw Yu Youwei's face, the sword could not fall.
Yu Youwei stretched out her palm and patted it gently on his shoulder.
Jiang Chuan only felt a gentle force coming into his body, and the dragon soul on his body gradually calmed down.
He saw clearly that Yu Youwei had not left the city at all and had been by her side all the time.
At this time, the swordsman in the straw raincoat raised his head and fell from the sky first.
Xian Zhen was naked, holding a famous sword in his hand to overcome the tribulation, and stood firmly on the ruins.
His blood-red magic eyes looked at Jiang Chuan indifferently.
Jiang Chuan felt a powerful aura and quickly turned around and saw Xian Zhen.
The dragon soul in his body gradually became clear at this moment.
The two of them looked at each other, and Jiang Chuan seemed to see the scene of the corpse and sea of blood behind Xian Zhen, and felt his endless hatred seventy years ago.
Xian Zhen was also stunned. He recognized the dragon soul in Jiang Chuan's eyes.
His dry voice slowly rang out: "It's you..."
Yu Youwei raised her eyes and saw Xian Zhen, who should have passed away for seventy years, and showed a slight smile.
This smile adds a bit of mystery to the changing world.
Xian Zhen saw Yu Youwei's appearance, and his body suddenly froze, as if he was hit by an invisible force. In an instant, memories of the past dragged his thoughts into the abyss of the past.
Thirty years ago, the dangerous land called the forest of death was filled with miasma and gloomy.
Xian Zhen was walking forward in the forest with a terrifying quiet surroundings, only his heavy footsteps sounded in the forest.
Suddenly, a petite figure broke into his sight. It was a little girl, holding a mysterious man with dazzling golden light all over his body.
The golden light almost illuminates the entire dim forest.
Xian Zhen's intuition told him that the appearance of this man was closely related to his obsession.
He widened his eyes and stared at the man tightly, trying to engrave his appearance in his heart.
But when he wanted to recall the man's appearance again, his head hurt a sharp pain, and the man's face blurred in his memory, only the low voice that could sink into the abyss was still faintly visible in his mind.
Above the city, Zhao Dun was tall and glanced around with vigilant eyes.
The demon cultivator Li Tianxing appeared with a wicked smile on his lips, breaking the tranquility. "Zhao Dun," Li Tianxing spoke, his voice a little jokingly, "Now in this world, alien races have risen. Do you know who they are the first to target? It is Yan State!" Zhao Dun frowned slightly when he heard this.
Li Tianxing was secretly happy and then threw out the bait: "As long as you help me complete one thing, I will make the southern region of Yan State the world of your Zhao Dun. How about it?"
Li Tianxing is definitely not a good person, and there must be an ulterior motive behind this transaction.
Zhao Dun clenched his fists tightly, and the heavens and man in his heart were fighting, hesitating.
Under the city, Xian Zhen had already confronted Jiang Chuan and Yu Youwei.
Xian Zhen's spiritual power surged, his powerful aura was everywhere, and he rolled up the sand, stones, plants and trees on the ground. "Today, no one of you wants to leave!" Xian Zhen roared angrily and instantly approached Jiang Chuan.
Jiang Chuan was not afraid at all, and a faint blue light appeared all over his body. He raised his hand to set up a spiritual barrier to try to resist Xian Zhen's attack.
But Xian Zhen's strength is too strong, and with one punch, the spiritual barrier can be easily broken.
Jiang Chuan felt a powerful force attacking, and his whole body flew back uncontrollably, falling heavily to the ground, bleeding from the corners of his mouth.
Xian Zhen was in power and was unforgivable. He stepped in front of Jiang Chuan, reached out and grabbed him in his chest. The target was the dragon soul in Jiang Chuan's body. "Hmph, this dragon soul is my return today!" Xian Zhen showed a ferocious face and was about to succeed. (This chapter ends)