The sun is shining, the wind is filled with a hint of warmth, the snow on the ground turns into mud, the sky is incredibly blue, there are no flowing clouds, no flying birds, and no flaws are seen.

Daliang Chen Xiuming looked up and greedily sucked in a large amount of air, as if a little sucked would make it less, "This kind of weather shouldn't be the time for people to die."

The war horse he sat down nodded and neighed, as if very much in line with the owner's point of view.

"Shh, don't say such unlucky words, which will affect morale." Mu Feihuang next to him whispered, "We are lucky enough to stay behind with the princess, and the soldiers in front have not complained yet."

"I'm not complaining..." Chen Xiuming defended himself, but he still chose to shut up. Indeed, it is not suitable to talk about life and death now. In fact, he was not afraid in his heart, and even felt that death was an acceptable ending. At this moment, he recalled his life and felt that there was no regret. He had lost his hometown and relatives, and had never made remarkable progress in the road of cultivation, but he was unaware of it because the most important thing was still there.

"The Taoists are coming out." Someone shouted, and the soldiers at the city gate looked up and watched.

Dozens of people, either holding weapons or riding beasts, flew to the Western front line, less than ten of them were real Taoist priests, and the others were casual cultivators. Mu Xingqiu was also among them. When he flew over the soldiers' heads, he suddenly descended and waved to everyone, causing cheers.

There were many veterans from Xijieguo in the army at the gate of the city. They were full of respect for this brave General Mu and were very sorry that they could not fight side by side with him.

Chen Xiuming grinned. He knew that Mu Xingqiu came to say hello to him, but unfortunately his smile was blocked by the helmet. He raised his free left arm and waved it to his good friend.

This is the most important thing for him. Even if he loses everything, he still has his best friend, and this friendship is not perfect. There have been many twists and turns, and the two have less and less time to get together. But he knows that Mu Xingqiu, who is flying in the air, is still his best friend. Even if he can no longer keep up with the Taoist priests, friendship still closely connects them.

"Don't admit defeat, Brother Xiao Qiu, never admit defeat." Chen Xiuming murmured in his helmet, not letting others hear it.

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded in the city, which was the signal that the big man was about to come out. Thousands of soldiers at the gate of the city turned around, facing the road out of the city, with long spears standing in hand, forming a tight iron wall with soldiers in full armor.

The commanders of each army left the city one after another. The first one was Qu Xungu, the left assistant talisman master of the Holy Talisman Dynasty. He rode a wide chariot pulled by sixteen horses. He sat on a special throne with a majestic and arrogant expression, with a long face and a tall nine-level crown. He was like a living statue. In front of him were three masters, one on the front and two pairs. Behind him were three talisman masters and three personal guards in exaggerated armor, holding the flags of the Longbin Society, the royal family and Qu Xungu.

A guard parked at the gate of the city followed him. The largest number was about 1,500 people.

Like most people, Chen Xiuming was amazed by the style of Zuo Fu's great talisman master. The chariot was loaded with ten people. It still seemed empty, with the sixteen horses all white, tall and strong, not much like the Pangshan brocade horse. But he had no respect in his heart. Although he had only been on the battlefield once, he had already thought about the problem like a veteran: style and majesty were burdens on the battlefield.

The second commander who came out of the city was Princess Xijie. Among the major vassal states, she won the highest position for herself. This was the result of a series of tense struggles. She never came forward and only made suggestions behind the scenes. The suspicious Taifu Xin and Chen Zhiwei were responsible for negotiating with all parties.

The princess was wearing a full set of armor, with only two people following behind her, one was Taifu Xin who had no official position, the other was Mr. Pan San, a veteran holding the Qilin Banner. Behind was a three-headed Pangshan Iron Qilin. The small Qilin flea in the middle actually had a helmet on the head. Only a few people knew that there was really a head inside the helmet.

The cheers suddenly rang out, not only the guards of Nishisuke, but also the soldiers of Higashisuke and various countries all used their best to make their voices. This voice had no real words or meaning, but just an expression of emotion.

Some soldiers witnessed it with their own eyes, and some soldiers heard that no matter what, the princess's heroic behavior of participating in the war with her weak body has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. This is an act that the soldiers sincerely admire and a royal family they are willing to fight for.

The cries at the city gate were too loud, overwhelming the sound of horse hooves. Even Qu Xungu, who was walking in front, couldn't help but look back, with an expression on his face still expressionless.

The princess's guards had only more than 200 people, all of whom were the ones she trusted the most.

The soldiers at the gate of the city followed the commanders of various countries, leaving behind the mud trampled out of horse hooves. Behind them, a high wooden altar was erected on the ruins of the destroyed city walls.

No one noticed that there were four more people on the altar that had just been empty.

Zuo Liuying sat upright on a cushion. For today's decisive battle, he didn't want to waste any mana, and even a small spell like Floating Sky refused to use. His hands crossed in front of his abdomen, his palms facing up, holding the small ancestor tower, without showing any strangeness.

The head of the Forbidden Secret Department stood Lan Qizhang in his left hand. His only task was to wait for the opportunity to fly to the Demon Fire Mountain after the battle began. This was his last day. He had been waiting for more than a month, and his expression had not fluctuated at all.

Fang Fang was on her right hand, and she was unable to fight with other Taoist priests as she wished. Zuo Liuying wanted to fight with the giant demon king with all her strength, and needed her to stay by her side to help and do some simple things. Fang Fang looked into the distance, and Taoist priests and casual cultivators who set out first had already flew nearly a hundred miles. She immediately recognized the familiar figure among the group. Xiaoqiu, as usual, flew at the front of the team, which made her proud and worried.

Standing behind Zuo Liuying was Zeng Fu. She had no inner alchemy and did not know magic. The Taoist priests and monks in the air in the distance were just a small group of black dots in her eyes, but the neatly distributed armies on the ground looked clear.

"Oh, it's hard to get so rank so well, and it's going to be in chaos later. Headquarters, you are so capable, can't you defeat the demon soldiers by yourself? You have to let so many people kill you."

Zeng Fu waited for a while, shook his head helplessly, and it seemed that he had not received an answer from Zuo Liuying. She asked again: "Where is the demon soldier? Why didn't I see any of them? There is also the mountain of demon fire that always appears in my dreams. I can't see it in broad daylight?"

Fangfang took a step back, approached Zeng Fu, and pointed to the west, "Did you see that lighter cloud? The Mountain of Demon Fire is inside."

Zeng Fu looked at the West and saw that there was indeed a large cloud of clouds and mist, like a high wall, dividing the earth into two. The clouds and mist were mainly light black, mixed with various bright colors in the middle, like vines climbing onto the wall. Fangfang pointed. The color of the clouds and mist was lighter. Zeng Fu stared at it for a while and found that something was flashing in the clouds and mist.

This is indeed the Demon Fire Mountain that flattened the Old Ancestor Peak, which was constantly spraying flames.

"It seems to have grown bigger again, higher than the real mountain." Zeng Fu shook his head again, and suddenly said in a begging voice: "First, please, use all your skills, and stop letting the Demon Fire Mountain kill so many people. You have lived for hundreds of years, and they have only been decades, and some of them are just children."

Zuo Liuying still didn't answer. He could let his words appear in Zeng Fu's mind directly. But he didn't do that, just looked at the Demon Fire Mountain opposite. The distance between two hundred miles was as close as he could.

Fangfang comforted her, "Don't worry. We will defeat the demon soldiers and take back Pangshan, because the two first-ranked men are confident and because we have no way out. Of course we are even braver."

"We still cherish our lives more than demon soldiers." Zeng Fu added, with a glimmer of hope in his voice.

Lanqizhang spoke, "The first seat keeps you two quiet."

Fangfang smiled, stood back to her original position, Zeng Fu curled her lips and said nothing. In fact, she really wanted to ask Lan Qizhang, "Isn't he hesitant to die?"

Even if Zuo Liuying did not give the order, Zeng Fu would not ask. This was a humiliation to Lan Qizhang, and the head of the army made it very clear that even if he had a trace of fear in his heart, he could not use the technique of breaking the alchemy.

It was already dawn, and the human army had set up its formations, chariots, cavalry, infantry, and talisman teachers. Because there were several countries to which it belonged, the flags were numerous and complex, and no one could completely distinguish them. Everyone could only stare at the flags of their own country, their commanders, and their generals.

Strangely, the entire battlefield was extremely quiet, and everyone seemed to be waiting for a long-awaited review, rather than a battle that was related to life and death.

Mu Xingqiu had developed the habit of detecting people's hearts at any time, and the scope was wider than before. He couldn't help but look back and didn't understand where the confidence of these human armies came from. If they had eyes like Taoist priests flying ahead and could see through the unclean energy, they would probably not be so indifferent.

The army of the demon clan is not only 70,000. In just a few days, they have increased a large number of troops, which will only be more than the human army.

Mu Xingqiu fully believed in Taifu Xin’s guess. There was only one possibility that so many demon soldiers came to support him: the power of the country of sacrificial power had turned to the land of demons.

The demon army is complex, with a large number of infantry and cavalry, and its mounts are all kinds of strange. Although it is not as magnificent as the strange beasts that have been transformed by the scattered cultivators, it is more real and powerful. At least three hundred giant ice and snow elephants are lined up in front of the cavalry, wearing layers of heavy armor, and shaking their huge heads and long ivory from time to time. The elephant trunk is raised and spraying thick fog from the nostrils.

There are no knights on the back of the ice and snow elephant. On the surface, they are a group of beast monsters with wisdom, rather than beasts that only know how to charge.

A large number of wolf cavalry and bear cavalry were lined up behind. This time they dared not charge alone. The sky was covered with flying monsters, and they cooperated closely with various troops, and did not advance rashly.

This is a well-trained demon army.

But all the demon soldiers combined are not as good as the Demon Fire Mountain in the front. There are thousands of holes on its body, half of which are spraying flames, and half are absorbing unclean air, shaking gently, and rolling forward at any time to sweep everything.

Mu Xingqiu did not see Qi Wushang's figure.

At the time of Shen, the unclean air two hundred miles west of Duanliu City began to retreat, revealing the huge army inside.

Two light breezes came from the east and west respectively, and came towards each other at an extremely fast speed, traversing the entire battlefield and collided in an unmanned area. With a loud bang, dozens of gullies that were long and several meters deep appeared on the surface.

The two light breezes did not stop, crossed and headed straight for the other side's position.

Zuo Liuying and Qi Wushang had a head-on confrontation for the first time, and were calm, but they each killed thousands of soldiers on the other side. Thousands of soldiers who had no idea where the danger came from, and were not even prepared to move forward.

(It's more than I thought, and there is not enough time, so I have to update one chapter every day. The 16th will return to normal. Please understand) (To be continued...)
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