He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 398 Betrayer

A figure fleeing in panic flashed by in the forest.

The Black Tortoise Holy Soldier Arrow, emitting a thick and heavy aura, chased relentlessly, leaving no grass growing wherever it passed.

The extreme hardness and penetrability made the figure dare not look back.

Sensing the danger approaching his back, he couldn't help but shout again: "Guo Jiuxing!"

"Noisy."

A cold voice came into his ears, and a white jade-like hand reached out from the void and easily grabbed the Xuanwu Holy Arrow.

The Black Tortoise Holy Weapon Arrow, which could easily shatter top-grade holy weapons and even the golden divine arrow had to be repaired repeatedly before it could be blocked, made a dull sound in his hand.

There was a fierce confrontation between the palm and the arrow, and the residual power alone was enough to sweep away everything within a few miles.

A black and white chessboard bloomed in the palm of his hand, trapping the Xuanwu Holy Soldier Arrow like a cage.

The interwoven black and white lines continued to extend, transforming into countless extremely complex lines.

The two great magic skills of Xujian Dao, [Xingluo] and [Lan Ke], are not mainly based on combat power.

However, this does not mean that Xujiandao has no fighting power.

On the contrary, few people know the true strength of this Taoist sect. Even when Emperor Taizu was alive hundreds of years ago and had the help of the three major Taoist sects, Xujian Dao rarely took action personally.

They used the magic of [Xingluo] and [Lanke] to help deduce and plan behind the scenes.

Among the three major sects, only Xujian Dao is the most mysterious, which is why Emperor Shun left it to the last.

Pick the soft persimmons first, and leave the tough bones for last.

Even the Emperor Daqian, who had nearly ten million border troops, was like this. We can get a glimpse of many things and see the whole picture.

The black and white lines turned into the bars of a cage, and the trapped Xuanwu Holy Soldier Arrow could not escape no matter how hard it hit.

No matter how hard it is, and how easily it can pierce through everything in the world, it cannot resist the power of "softness".

After a long time, the Xuanwu Holy Arrow was gradually assimilated and became part of the black and white lines.

If Jiang Lin were here, he would be surprised that this black and white chessboard actually possesses a power similar to chaos.

The Eleven-Feathered Archers seemed to sense that the threat had disappeared, so they stopped and turned around.

He now looks extremely scary, like a ghost.

The remaining half of his eyeball stared at the white hand in the air, and said in a low voice: "Why did you take action now? Is Xu Jiandao trying to reap the benefits while others are at the mercy of you?"

"A fisherman may care about his harvest, but you are not qualified for me to care about you."

A cold voice was heard, and then the palm slowly faded in the void and finally disappeared.

Such contemptuous words made the seriously injured Daowu Realm archer furious.

But he was very cautious in his heart. There were some things that others did not know, but an old antique like him who had survived hundreds of years knew them clearly.

Two people made the greatest contribution to the success of Emperor Taizu of Daqian.

One is the ancestor of blacksmiths, who created a large number of magic weapons, holy weapons, and Yuan weapons, making Emperor Taizu's military power much higher than his opponents at the time.

The other one was the leader of Xujian Dao at that time.

One provided weapons and the other was responsible for planning. They complemented each other and made it possible for Emperor Taizu of Daqian to have smooth sailing all the way until he became invincible in the world.

Even the powerful clans that had occupied this place for who knows how many years had to bow their heads in submission.

As for that Buddhist country, even the Buddha was beheaded, leaving only the name of Sangzhou and Kuxiu.

The Blacksmith Grandmaster and the Taoist Master Xujian seem to have a complicated relationship, and there are many secrets that cannot be revealed one by one.

The fluctuations in the void completely dissipated, as if nothing had ever appeared.

The old man stared at that direction for a long time, then fell to the ground.

The energy in the body kept fluctuating, and the whole person felt like a sieve leaking air everywhere, causing unspeakable pain.

"Damn it! Didn't the founder of Daqian Blacksmith pass away? How come there are still such powerful weapons!"

The old man cursed incoherently and began to gather his strength, trying to drive out the strange power that was raging in his body and destroying everything.

The Eleven-Feathered Archer, who was so high-spirited and arrogant not long ago, now does not have the slightest demeanor of a Taoist martial artist.

In the rune world, Guo Jiuxing withdrew his hand and stared at the black and white chessboard in front of him.

A black shadow, like the shadow of a fish in a deep pool, kept swimming on the chessboard.

"There is a chance to kill Dao Wujing."

"This variable... is interesting."

On the front battlefield, an army formation consisting of more than two million border troops has come into contact with the barbarians.

The Nine-Feathered Archer shouted wildly and commanded the Western Yi archers to fight back.

Arrows rained down from the sky, but their effect was limited against such a powerful army.

When the number of people reaches a certain level, the army formation will no longer be afraid of these attacks, and only those in the Dao Wu realm can be their opponents.

The border troops, who had been holding a grudge for a long time, attacked ruthlessly. The power of the army was concentrated on the military officers at the front of the array, making each of their swordsmen's power comparable to that of a divine warrior.

Dozens of meters long sword energy was swung out, it was not one, nor ten, but hundreds!
This is why there are only two generals in the Divine Martial Realm in the Daqian Border Army, but no one dares to act recklessly.

The military formation is so terrifying that it is even a force that should not appear in this world.

Except for Daqian, no other dynasty understood how to use military formations.

It is said that this was learned by the ancestor of blacksmiths from the method of hammering and then taught to Emperor Taizu.

The emperors of other dynasties could only curse and lament why they did not have such help.

Otherwise, how could Daqian grow to this point!
The sword energy comparable to that of the Godly Martial Realm was so powerful that the barbarians could not stop it at all. Every time the sword fell, at least several barbarians were torn to pieces by the sword energy, and their deaths could not be more tragic.

Tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers may seem like a lot, but they are no match for such a huge army.

Seeing that the barbarian soldiers were gradually being devoured by the Daqian border troops and defeat was inevitable, the Nine-Feathered Archer looked grim.

He knew very well that without the obstruction of the barbarians, the Daqian border troops would soon rush over.

The Western Yi archers are also very strong in close combat, but compared with the border troops with military formations, they are as weak as chickens.

"What should we do?" asked an Eight-Feather Archer in a low voice.

At this time, a shout came from behind: "The ancestor has ordered everyone to retreat to Linyuan!"

When the Western Yi archers heard this, they immediately put away their bows and arrows and ran towards the cliff without looking back.

The barbarians who had fought hard to help them stop the Daqian border army looked back and saw this scene, and suddenly let out uncontrollable roars of anger.

"Western Yi!"

The angry voice made thousands of barbarian soldiers simply drive the monsters under their crotches and pounce on the Western Yi archers.

They can die, or they can die inexplicably.

But even a true beast would never like the feeling of betrayal.

The Ten Feather Archers who were dozens of miles away saw this scene and their faces turned grim.

When they first came from the Linyuan area, they were invincible and were determined to defeat the Daqian border army in one fell swoop and regain the lost glory of their ancestors.

Now, they have failed.

But that barbarian soldier actually dared to challenge the dignity of the Western Yi!

Ten archers picked up their bows and arrows and shot at the thousands of barbarians without hesitation.

An arrow flew over, and more than a hundred barbarian soldiers in the front were shot in the head like a string of candied haws, and fell off the monster.

Their blood made the barbarians in the rear even more angry.

However, the attack of the Ten Feather Archers brought the Western Yi archers back to their senses.

They knew that they could not defeat the Daqian border army, but it was still easy to kill these barbarians who came to die.

Tens of thousands of Western Yi archers fled towards the cliff while drawing their bows and shooting arrows.

Arrows rained down like sharp blades, reaping the lives of the barbarians.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of barbarian soldiers were killed or wounded.

Only those monsters that had managed to survive but lost their masters were digging up the corpses of the barbarians.

They had no intention of escaping the battlefield, and waves of mournful roars rose one after another.

When Meng Shuai saw this scene, his face turned cold.

"Even monsters know the word affection, but these Western Yi archers know nothing about it. They are worse than monsters!"

Marshal Hong also had a gloomy expression on his face. He said, "Just like the Buddhist Kingdom back then, Emperor Taizu was too soft-hearted after all. He should have killed all these people long ago!"

At this time, the barbarian soldiers who were completely surrounded by the border troops and had no chance of escape also discovered that the Western Yi archers had shot and killed their own people.

They were extremely angry, but they no longer attacked the border troops. Instead, they faced the direction where the Western Yi archers were retreating and let out bursts of angry roars.

Even if the border soldiers' knives were chopping at their heads, they would not blink, but just stare at that direction.

Meng Shuai seemed to have noticed something and suddenly waved his hand.

“Make way for them!”

The flag officer waved the battle flag, and the border troops quickly made way for a passage.

The remaining tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers swarmed out of this passage without hesitation.

The eyes of the monsters and barbarians were bloodshot. They rushed out of the battle formation and charged towards the Western Yi archers.

When these tens of thousands of barbarians passed by the place where their compatriots died tragically, the monsters that had luckily escaped the disaster seemed to understand something.

They suddenly opened their mouths wide and swallowed the corpse on the ground in one gulp. Then they opened their bloody mouths wide, roared, and rushed forward with the barbarians.

The Western Yi archers also discovered the pursuit of the barbarians. The Nine-Feather Archer frowned and snorted coldly: "They are indeed barbarians, just a bunch of uncivilized beasts!"

He drew his bow and was the first to shoot the arrow.

Another hundred thousand Western Yi archers followed closely behind. The rain of arrows was even more fierce than the one attacking the Daqian border troops. At this moment, it was filled with the frustration of the Western Yi archers.

After more than 400 years of silence, they finally got the opportunity they have today, but now they have suffered a complete defeat. They are also very angry.

However, they were unable to defeat the Daqian border troops, so they could only vent their anger on these allies who had fought desperately for them.

Countless arrows fell, and in an instant, thousands of barbarian soldiers died tragically, and even the monsters were shot into hedgehogs.

But the remaining barbarians did not stop for a moment, they continued to charge.

Like a mad beast, even if he knows that he will die, he is determined to bite through the betrayer's throat!

Their numbers were too small. If there were really hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers charging, even the Western Yi archers would have no choice but to flee in panic.

Unfortunately, they only have 30,000 or 40,000.

The cold rain of arrows continued to fall, and after five rounds of volleys, there were less than a thousand barbarians who could continue to charge.

One more round.

Only a hundred people left.

In their path, blood and corpses paved a bright red road of hell.

(End of this chapter)