The firepower in these flame arrows was attracted by the opponent's sword intent and turned into a powerful force of the sky. Only Zhao Jianlu's master could control the fire to this extent.

The woman who jumped up from the boat was petite, and she could only be the legendary Mr. Zhao Si who was as famous as Bai Shanshui.

All the soldiers and all the practitioners on the city wall could not imagine what the legendary Zhaodi cultivator was going to do in such a blatant appearance. Many soldiers and generals even had a brief loss of consciousness at the moment when the flames burned. However, when some subsequent talismans were aroused, some sharp winds rubbed against the reversing flames, making some dull whistling sounds, dozens of sword masters who had been waiting on the city wall responded at the same time.

Many practitioners of the Qin Dynasty were relatively independent individuals in the novel army. They did not need military orders, they judged the situation in battle and acted according to their own judgment.

The sword masters in Changling were originally brave and proud. Although they were shocked by Mr. Zhao Si's reputation, the appearance of Mr. Zhao Si stepping towards the city gate tower at this time completely ignited the fighting spirit of these sword masters.

Dozens of flying swords suddenly passed through the fire curtain with their own different sounds of breaking through the air.

Most flying swords in the army are good at hiding murderous intent, especially at cooperation.

Most of these dozens of flying swords only brought out a clear swirl when they passed through the fire curtain, a faint flame mark, and then suddenly disappeared as if it did not exist.

In the air burned by the fire, there are only a few that can clearly see the violent swordsmanship.

However, for practitioners, the most threatening thing about Changling’s flying swords are those that disappear in a flash and are without traces.

In the next moment, these disappeared flying swords may appear from under the tiles of the eaves, from the shadows at the soles of their feet, from a wave splashing on the water, or from a stream of fire falling from the sky, and directly approach Mr. Zhao Si's several feet of land.

Some flying swords may arrive at the same time from different angles, some may deliberately be a little late, and some may still be hidden insidiously, looking for the gap between the other party's attack, or at some point when the true energy flows poorly.

Dozens of flying swordsmans allow sword masters who move with their hearts to create countless possibilities in one breath.

Dozens of flying swords are countless sword shadows.

What's more, these are the first group of sword masters to react.

There will be more sword masters gathered on this section of the city wall, and more sword masters will be attacked.

In the subconscious of these Changling sword masters, no practitioner has ever been able to resist so many flying swords head-on, so countless powerful people from the enemy country could only escape and not stand to fight after they were found in Changling.

So in their opinion, even if Mr. Zhao Si does not retreat, he can only go to the city gate tower. It is absolutely impossible for him to continue to step onto the city gate as if no one was left.

However, the realistic scene made their sight solidify again!

Zhao Miao didn't care about these dozens of flying swords at all.

She did not change her direction at all, and walked in the air like a wandering place, stepping towards the center of the roof of the city gate tower.

Because there is Ding Ning behind her.

She had already taken a sword to resist the Qin army's talismans. The next flying swords were Ding Ning's affairs and had nothing to do with her.

A crack of "swish".

A flying sword first sensed her power restraint, with an unbelievable breath, and suddenly accelerated, bringing out a sword shadow like a leaf of ice in the air, cutting it hard towards her neck.

At the moment when the flying sword was fierce, she suddenly became wild and rioted in the space that seemed relatively calm, which was several feet or even dozens of feet around her.

Ding Ning's left hand left his waist.

In this riot space, quiet tiny white flowers bloomed.

Everything seemed to slow down.

A broken sword picked the flying sword that first attacked. With a light sound, a circle of water-like ripples rippled clearly in the air. More tiny white flowers bloomed on the sword's sword, floating in the air.

The flying sword was swirled and was picked up, hitting another flying sword that had just flew out of the shadow under the eaves. The latter splashed out and hitting a flying sword falling like a meteorite from above.

In the sight of all practitioners, the broken sword with tiny white flowers kept blooming, only picked up a few flying swords. The whole process seemed very clear. However, the flying swords flew out and changed the overall situation instantly.

There were flying swords flying around Zhao Miao's body, but her body seemed to have become a kind of demonic isolation from the existence of these flying swords, and no flying sword could fall on her.

There was no flying sword that could land on the owner of the broken sword behind her.

All the flying swords were still flying in the air, but most of the owners of the flying swords even forgot to control their flying swords at this moment.

Everyone's eyes and perceptions were separated from Mr. Zhao Si's body and fell on Ding Ning behind her.

The flying swords still bloomed out of the air.

The disorder gives people an inexplicable sense of clarity, just like every flying sword, in the position it should be. The sound of the flying swords colliding with each other is even like music, with a unique rhythm.

There are no real gods in this world.

However, at this moment, looking at Ding Ning's body, which was burned by fire, and looking at the seemingly quiet broken sword, many practitioners felt that they had seen the gods.

The bodies of several masters of the seventh level who had not yet taken action continued to tremble, and a strong sense of fear surged from the deepest part of their hearts.

This last flower-dead sword already represents the other party's identity.

Such a siege that easily flew dozens of flying swords was just proving that the other party was the return of that person.

Because there is only one person in the world who can break the sword with a sword like this, without relying on brute force, clearly sense the sword intent and sword path, and break it like this.

Like a miracle.

Two light sounds came from the eaves of the corner tower.

Zhao Miao and Ding Ning's feet have already landed on the ground.

The two stood calmly at each end of the roof of the city gate tower, and their figures were so tall in the sky. In the eyes of these practitioners, they seemed to be standing in the sky.

There were many sounds of metal falling to the ground.

There are flying swords falling to the ground, weapons in the hands of many people, and even formation pivots that stimulate magic circles.

Not only practitioners, but many soldiers reacted to who the person who was following Mr. Zhao Si, countless memories and an unspeakable surging emotion were pressed on their hearts with an era that seemed to have been destroyed.

Once at that time.

That person is their war god.

It is their god of war.

It is an invincible existence who leads by example.
Chapter completed!