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"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack..."

"Hurry and report to the Grand Governor that the enemy is attacking!"

I don't know who shouted the enemy attack, so Fenglingdu, who was sleeping in the wind, snow and cold night, suddenly saw a blazing campfire.

The cool armor and cold blades woke up one after another. Whether it was the hundreds of high-rise warships moored at the ferry or the quiet camps covered in heavy snow, countless figures wearing armor and holding swords emerged from all directions.

Chen Fusheng had completely lost his sleepiness, and even the residual alcoholism was thrown away in shock by the movement of the vegetation and trees.

If you join the army and fight, it doesn't matter if you are lazy when there is no war. But if you still cover your head and plug your ears when you are on the battlefield, it is considered useless.

Chen Fusheng didn't want to be looked down upon by those heartless guys in his camp.

Although he is not a prince or general, he is still an upright man. He joins the army to perform meritorious service and ensure that he will live well in his old age. But if he has no family and country in his heart, who would leave his soft daughter-in-law in the quilt and come here to hug her cold wife on a cold snowy night?

Mo Dao?

Lifting off the warm quilt, Chen Fusheng picked up the rhinoceros horn beside him and started playing the trumpet.

Then the drums beat.

Nearly half of the 150,000 Dragon King navy stationed at Fenglingdu were assembled in an instant.

Liannu Camp.

Heavy armored infantry and archers armed with Mo swords.

On the premise that the lieutenants and generals in each battalion had not yet returned from being invited to the governor's residence, the lieutenants of the school had to take over their authority and issue orders urgently.

"Fire arrows..."

Thousands of arrows flew through the air.

In the snowy night sky, the 30,000 heavenly soldiers and generals exposed to countless arrows and arrows are no different from the 5,000 black armored soldiers who were decoyed. Since the night attack on Fenglingdu, they have already hung their heads on their waists.

Be prepared to never return.

The most valuable thing about soldiers is their magic.

As everyone knows, surprise often means unpredictable risks.

When I first chose to fly across the Dujiangyan from the 3,000-foot sword wall, I knew that this was a path that would be forged with corpses and blood.

And these 30,000 Xiliu Army brothers are the ones who opened the way this time.

They only need to tear a hole in the impregnable Fenglingdu 150,000 Dragon King Navy Camp, and someone will do the rest.

The heavenly soldiers spread out their wings and flew into the night sky, brushing against countless snowflakes. They felt the extremely cold and knife-like wind and snow hitting them head-on. Even though their skin was torn by the wind knife and blood stains were flowing out, they still endured the severe pain.

They were condescendingly looking down at Fenglingdu's 150,000 Dragon King navy camp.

Countless arrows suddenly flew out of sight, and the 30,000 heavenly soldiers headed by the silver fox-faced Luo Changfeng did not panic. Even though they saw with their own eyes that their ordinary brothers were hit by arrows in their hands and feet and fell from the night sky, and were destined to become enemies.

Even the souls of those who died under the sword were unmoved.

They are not heartless and cold-blooded.

A soldier's duty is to obey orders.

They have a mission and dare not violate it.

The well-trained Xiliu Army began to avoid the dense rain of arrows by controlling the direction and speed of its wings, but one after another brothers were killed by arrows.

They are like birds that are hunted by thousands of hunters.

"Fire arrows..."

The second and third waves of arrow rain came one after another in the camp.

Luo Changfeng, who was silently calculating the distance, saw the right moment and directly released his wings at an altitude of about a hundred feet. He was like a burning meteorite that left a streak of light in the night sky and suddenly fell vertically.

With a bang, the ground seemed to be shaking.

Luo Changfeng fell into the enemy camp, surrounded by smoke and dust, and beneath his feet was a huge pit that was a few meters deep.

Immediately, countless elite soldiers in heavy armor surrounded him, and hundreds of long spears stabbed from all directions, from the front, back, left, and right, threatening to stab the intruders with tens of millions of holes.

Luo Changfeng, who was holding the ancient sword of the Huanhua Sword Sword in his hand, jumped up with one foot. The unknown ancient sword swept through a burst of terrifying sword energy, and all of them cut off the hundreds of gold soldiers Chang Ge.

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Luo Changfeng's figure appeared in mid-air.

The school captain who commanded the crossbowmen waved his hand, and another terrifying arrow rain came.

Luo Changfeng, who frowned slightly, pointed his left hand like a sword across his chest, and raised the sword with his right hand. At the tip of the ancient sword, the ripples of the sword's intention visible to the naked eye were like turbulent waves, or like stones falling into the sea.

The surging ripples circulate in a constant cycle of birth and death with the sword tip as the center.

Layer after layer.

After the battle with the Great Joy Bodhisattva on the Three Thousand Feet Sword Wall, when Luo Bing in white used Luo Changfeng's tens of thousands of swords to take revenge, the enlightenment of swordsmanship left in the Sword Washing Picture opened the door of swordsmanship to Luo Changfeng.

With his current level of swordsmanship, it is still too early for Luo Changfeng to achieve perfection, but entering the palace is no problem.

Just as the Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion said in the past, thousands of swords can be controlled with one intention. There are thousands of swords hidden in the Sword Cleansing Picture, so Luo Changfeng only cultivated this sword with one intention, which can control thousands of swords.

Sufficient sword intent was superimposed tirelessly and endlessly, making the night sky full and even showing signs of expansion.

At a certain moment, Qingsi was arrogant, and Luo Changfeng suddenly raised his sword.

The last ripple of the sword intention spread out in an instant and became an unstoppable force, spreading with his own heart. Wherever the sword intention passed, the fluttering snowflakes shattered, and the thin north wind broke every inch. The sword intention dispersed the night.

, eroding to a radius of hundreds of meters, kilometers, or even ten miles.

With one sword, the sword spans ten miles.

It is forbidden for ten miles.

The roaring rain of arrows from the sky broke into the ten-mile sword forbidden area in the night sky and then lost its original trajectory. Countless arrows followed Luo Changfeng as he moved away with his sword.

After the nameless sword drew countless arrows in a semicircle in the night sky, Luo Changfeng thrust out with his sword, and thousands of arrows rained down on the beach again.

The shower of meteor arrows hit the armor, the shield, the camp building, and penetrated the campfire. The splashing flames climbed along the tent, swallowing the tent into raging fire with every breath.

The camp was filled with howls.

The assembled crossbow battalion and archers were scattered by the rain of arrows, giving the heavenly soldiers and generals a chance to breathe. At this moment, the Xiliu Army's elite soldiers flying in the night sky with Mo Dao in their mouths began to land one after another.

Landing in the camp, beside the ferry, and on the high-rise battleship, they began to fight with the swords in their hands.

The raiders landed.

Those school captains with relatively advanced cultivation levels did not care about the scattered Liannu battalion and archers. The two armies clashed to capture the thieves and the king. Dozens of school captains who were in the Yuanshen realm all fired their anger.

His eyes focused on the silver fox-faced Luo Changfeng.

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An old soldier who was hit by an arrow in the back crawled in embarrassment to the door of the Li family's residence, Grand Governor Li Tiangang.

This veteran who had given half his life to the Yan Empire raised his blood-red eyes and glanced at the four magnificent characters in the entrance hall. He yelled in a hoarse voice, saying that the Xiliu Army was attacking and the enemy had already arrived.

Enter Fenglingdu.

He was filled with hatred for this mansion. If it weren't for the fact that there were no generals in the army, how could Fenglingdu be in this state?

He didn't know what absurd things the governor, who had outstanding military achievements but also liked to be elegant, did in calling away all the generals in the army late at night. He was originally a veteran under General Gongsun Emei. Like General Gongsun, he admired the governor's vigorous and vigorous behavior on the battlefield.

However, he also despises the absurdity of this mansion in his heart.

Li Tiangang is such a person, a person who makes people feel extremely contradictory.

Thinking about this, the old soldier cracked his lips and smiled mockingly.

He laughed at the resentment in his heart.

No one is perfect, so how can he expect everyone to be as unparalleled as King Jiangdu, who has both chess and swords?

He shouted angrily again, saying that the Xiliu Army was coming.

Before the sound dissipated, he saw two figures, a man and a woman, walking out of the Li family's mansion. He saw the man with a sword behind him holding a bloody head.

That's the Grand Governor!