Chapter 80 What are we facing? [Third update, please order first]

The battlefield was dim, and visibility was extremely low whether it was the army of the Nine Dynasties or the army of the Jing Dynasty, but they were still fighting hard, forgetting the fear of life and death.

The spiritual soldiers appeared and disappeared on the battlefield, turning into a nightmare for the soldiers of the Nine Dynasties. They were shocked to find that these spiritual soldiers could not be killed at all.

That evil spirit is still spreading beans into soldiers!

call--

The strong wind picked up again and blew away the dust on the battlefield. Everyone could see the battlefield clearly. The soldiers of the Nine Dynasties at the front continued to fight bloody battles, while the soldiers at the rear were frightened.

The army of the Nine Dynasties was directly torn into a large area of ​​​​blood. It was shocking, covering an area of ​​more than ten miles. It was extremely horrifying, filled with blood, blood flowed into rivers, and countless corpses lay there.

The earth is devastated, like traces of the aftermath of the apocalypse.

"How can it be……"

"He is not a human being...he is not a human being..."

"I wasn't dreaming...how to fight..."

"Why is this happening..."

"Impossible, impossible, it must be witchcraft, witchcraft!"

How many soldiers were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

Meng Xuan looked up, his expression anxious, his eyes frantically looking for Senior Dongfang.

As long as Senior Dongfang doesn't die, they still have hope!

Sudden!

He saw a body!

The corpse shone with a faint golden light, and Meng Xuan looked as if he had been struck by lightning, with a look of despair on his face.

I saw Senior Dongfang lying in the sea of ​​blood, with only his upper body remaining, maintaining a fist-pumping posture. His body surface was still golden red, but full of cracks. His eyes widened and he refused to close his eyes.

The palm just now killed millions of soldiers and also killed this strong man in the Golden Body Realm.

Meng Xuan looked up. As soon as he raised his head, his body froze. Not only him, more and more soldiers looked up, with despair spreading on their faces.

I saw countless knives, swords, halberds, spears, hooks, axes and other weapons hanging upside down in the sky. They were so densely packed that it was impossible to count how many there were.

Even the soldiers from the two sides who were fighting began to notice the spectacular scene in the sky one after another, and their eyes widened.

The gods who were wreaking havoc on the battlefield distanced themselves one after another and looked up at the sky.

One of them looked pale and smiled sadly: "What on earth are we facing..."

No one answered him, and he didn't need to answer, because he was asking himself.

Millions of weapons hang upside down in the sky, and only those facing them can feel the sense of oppression. At this moment, any hope and fighting spirit will be gone.

The war stopped again.

None of the soldiers on Da Jing's side cheered, they were all shocked and their minds went blank.

Can martial arts really be so powerful?

"Run away!"

I don't know who shouted, and countless soldiers of the Nine Dynasties suddenly woke up, turned around and ran away, and the earth trembled violently again.

In the camps of the Nine Dynasties in the distance, everyone looked up at the sky full of weapons, and the elderly even knelt down, kowtowed repeatedly, and begged God for forgiveness.

They thought they had offended God and God wanted to punish them. Otherwise, they could not explain what they saw.

On top of the vast weapon, Jiang Changsheng looked down at everything, and finally waved his hand slowly.

If this battle were not cruel, it would be difficult to achieve a deterrent effect.

This was also the reason why he had been entangled with the Dongfang senior for a while. Killing him instantly was not desperate enough.

Of course, he didn't want to slaughter all the armies of the Nine Dynasties and just leave half of them alive. In a few decades, the land of the Nine Dynasties would become the country of Dajing, and they would all belong to his family from now on.

Weapons swooped down from all over the sky, like a torrential rain, descending with the force of a collapse of the sky.

At this moment, the armies of the Nine Dynasties were in despair. The army of the Jing Dynasty had no surprises and just stared blankly at the coming massacre.

…

Sizhou, Beijing.

In the royal palace, inside the royal study.

Jiang Ziyu put down the memorial, stood up, and wandered around the room.

Jiang Xiu couldn't help but ask: "Father, are you worried about your master?"

He was also very worried, could the Nine Dynasties Alliance and the Zhaozong Alliance really do it with the Master alone?

Jiang Ziyu recalled the scene of Jiang Changsheng fighting the Mahayana Dragon Tower alone to give himself confidence, but when he thought of the enemy's strength, he still couldn't control his uneasiness.

He, an emperor who had been fighting for half his life, had never seen an army of tens of millions. He could not imagine the vastness of an army of tens of millions.

Even if tens of millions of pigs and dogs charge together, it is unimaginable. How can we resist them?

A guard in white clothes ran in and handed over a secret report.

Jiang Ziyu quickly opened it and looked at it. His face was still gloomy and he said: "I don't need information about the enemy's strength, I just want battle reports!"

"yes!"

The guard in white clothes left quickly.

Jiang Ziyu walked out of the room, looked up in the direction of the northern battlefield, and sighed.

"Father, the child depends on you."

Jiang Ziyu thought silently, and his eyes began to wander.

Jiang Xiu followed and stood beside his father, silent.

According to the time of day, the war should have started by now.

Whether the great situation will subjugate the country or conquer the world depends on this battle!

Although he knew that Jiang Changsheng was very strong, considering Jiang Changsheng's usual kind and kind attitude towards him, it was hard for him to imagine how Jiang Changsheng could turn the tide.

The closer the crisis came, the more confused the father and son became.

"Don't look at it, even if the evil way can contain the battlefield, Da Jing will also perish."

A cold voice came, and the father and son turned their heads in shock, only to see a figure appear on the eaves next to them.

It was the scholar from Juxing Tower.

The scholar held a folding fan in his hand and looked down at them with a half-smile.

Jiang Xiu's face changed drastically, and she was frightened and uneasy.

Jiang Ziyu said with a cold face: "I thought Chaozong was really upright, but it turned out that he would use such methods."

The scholar shook his head and laughed, saying: "There is no way, your backing is too difficult to chew on. Now there is no god in the capital. Emperor Dajing, what are your last words?"

Jiang Ziyu hummed: "If the two dynasties join forces, will the Thirteen Prefectures be enough for us?"

"It is indeed not enough to switch to other dynasties, but the dragon veins hidden in the Thirteen States of Great Scenery must be fought for. In order to annex you, we have been preparing for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, our opponent has changed from the Mahayana Dragon Tower to the Demon Dao, but this is okay.

There is no Dragon Tower, and there is no need to deal with other imperial clansmen who have good relations with him." The scholar shook his head and said in a sighing tone.

Dragon veins...

I see.

Jiang Ziyu was relieved. He pulled Jiang Xiu behind him and asked, "It's okay to kill me, but can you let the others go?"

The scholar mocked: "Emperor, do you think it is possible? In order to win over the Nine Dynasties, we have changed batches of royal families. How can your Jiang family survive?"

"Today you must die, your son must die, and everyone in the entire palace must die!"

The scholar jumped up, the folding fan in his hand turned into a sharp blade, and he swung the fan towards Jiang Ziyu.

Jiang Ziyu immediately prepared to wave his palms to deal with it. At this moment, a figure appeared in front of Jiang Ziyu, pointed towards the sky, and the energy visible to the naked eye shot out at an extraordinary speed, piercing the scholar's forehead.

The scholar's eyes widened and he cried out in horror: "How could it be him..."

Plop!

The scholar fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and blood poured out from his forehead, dyeing one of his eyes red.

Jiang Ziyu and Jiang Xiu were stunned, looking at the figure in front of them in disbelief.

Jiang Changsheng!

"Father...Master...why are you here?"

Jiang Ziyu was not surprised, but panicked. Jiang Changsheng was here, what should he do on the battlefield?

All of Da Jing's troops are on the battlefield. If they are slaughtered, Da Jing will die.

Jiang Ziyu felt desperate, but he couldn't blame Jiang Changsheng. He softened, lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "That's all, master, can you take my children away from Jing Dynasty, at least let the Jiang family retain their bloodline."
To be continued...