"Onboard! Onboard! Onboard!"

The deafening roar seemed to cheer him up. Nearly a thousand people surrounded Zhao Yinshun, beating his armor with weapons. The sharp knocking sounds overlapped, creating a huge sense of oppression that shook the heavens and the earth.

However, people's joys and sorrows are not the same, and the handsome young man only thinks that they are noisy.

With his sword eyebrows slightly furrowed, Zhao Yinshun grabbed his side with his backhand and naturally grasped the pure white sword hilt suspended in mid-air.

Qiang~

Gently pulling out the sword, a sword sound like a dragon's roar pierced the sky, and the clouds in the sky were instantly annihilated, leaving behind a circular hole with a diameter of several miles.

The afternoon sun shines down from the hollow, like a giant beam of light covering the entire battlefield.

Bathed in this golden sunshine, everyone in Fuso could not feel the slightest warmth. Instead, a chill came from deep in their bones.

The enemy in front of them... is becoming more and more difficult for them to understand...

Are all Lord Wu An of the Heavenly Kingdom such monsters?

Buzz buzz~

The sound of the friction between the sword blade and the scabbard was like the distant roar of a dragon high in the sky, and the chill that hit the face was like a steel knife scraping across the cheek. The soldiers shouting slogans opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out.

Silently, traces of bright red blood seeped out.

Finally, the [White Emperor Sword] that had been cultivated for nearly two years was gently unsheathed, and the clear and biting white jade sword was attached to the sword, like a work of art made entirely of spiritual jade, with an intoxicating warm luster.

Before the sword was drawn, the battlefield was filled with deathly silence. Zhao Yinshun looked around and saw faces of horror and fear to his surprise.

But soon, the strongest generals broke free from the oppression of his sword domain, mobilized the Anime Sky Blood Fiend, and reorganized their morale.

"kill!"

With a roar, all the soldiers came back to their senses, their eyes became firm and determined again, but there was a trace of tragedy on their frightened faces.

Looking at the high-ranking generals who were roaring towards him, Zhao Yinshun lightly held the sword flower, and the warm and clear [White Emperor Sword] drew a mysterious arc, accurately pointing at the center of the nearest person's samurai sword.

The white jade sword is like cutting through rotten wood, easily penetrating the bloody evil energy. The famous sword carefully crafted by the master of the sword is like a light biscuit, shattered by everything [White Emperor], the beautiful sword edge drives straight in, like a white light passing through the neck

neck.

There was still a horrified expression on his face, and a line of blood slowly appeared in his throat. He desperately wanted to turn around and chase the young man who passed him, but his stiff head tilted uncontrollably.

Sliding off the neck...

Gulu~

Originally thinking that the airtight encirclement would be broken with a single poke, Chida Yuuto felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the ferocious head rolling to the ground.

What kind of weapon can penetrate the blood evil spirit and then continue to cut off a famous sword?

Even a divine weapon cannot be so sharp!

The physical properties of the artifact alone are far from being able to achieve this kind of law-like cutting effect!

Only by using mythical extraordinary power to control the artifact is it possible...

So...weapons are only part of it, the real scary thing is the person holding the sword!

With a flash of understanding in his heart, Chida Yujin thought, and the entire military formation suddenly changed. Countless swordsmen holding steel shields swarmed forward, consuming the enemy with their bodies without fear of death.

The generals in the front row quietly retreated into the crowd, using shields and swords as barriers to carefully block Zhao Yinshun.

The powerful blood evil force advanced like a wall, trapping him to death with no blind spots at 360 degrees. Zhao Yinshun looked around at the one-horned monster snake suppressed by the [Jun's Landing] sword domain, and grinned with a bloodthirsty smile.

Except for [Divine Power], he has basically unlocked all his seals and released his strongest form.

Even he himself doesn't know how strong he is in this state!

Now, he finally has a "sharpening stone" that is hard enough to give him a glimpse of his own limits!

"Floating Dream Shadow Sword!"

The warm and jade-like [White Emperor Sword] transformed into a crystal stream of light in his hands. Even under the pressure of the blood evil force, it was still as beautiful as a dream within a few meters, as if it had fallen from the bloody and cruel battlefield to aesthetic beauty in an instant.

Dreamland.

But in a moment of confusion, the ethereal sword light will bypass the defense like a living creature, gently passing over the exposed neck, taking away life in the mist.

Even if those with a strong mind can withstand the illusion, the thick steel shield and long sword cannot stop the white jade sword.

The sword, which was as sharp as clay, flashed past, shredding the shield and cutting off the soldiers behind it.

He turned around and kicked the enemy behind him. A wave of air exploded, and the bulging steel shield was instantly dented. The soldiers behind him seemed to have been hit head-on by a heavy-loaded train. In an instant, their muscles and bones were cracked, and they flew out like shells.

, knocking over four or five comrades along the way, the corpse twisted into a twist shape and ground to a halt on the ground.

Seeing such a tragic situation, even a brave man with a death wish can't help but take action.

After being stunned for a few seconds before regaining their courage, the sword and shield soldiers let out a tragic and desperate roar, swarmed forward waving their weapons.

boom!

Bah~

boom!

The dull blunt impact was like the roar of a battering ram, interspersed with the crisp sound of tearing steel from time to time. Yuuto Chida, who was wandering on the periphery of the battlefield, only saw broken limbs and broken arms flying all over the sky. In a daze, he seemed to see a group of people.

Jet-black ants swarmed towards a giant beast.

It was as if they were not besieging a person, but a mythical creature wearing human skin!

And if the monster raises its hands or feet, the corpses of the "ants" will be crushed into bright red blood flowers, and the entire battlefield will begin to be filled with a sickening sweetness.

What kind of monster is this?

Obviously there is only the third level, why can't a military formation of nearly a thousand people stop him?

Suddenly remembering a certain prop that he looked down upon, Chida Yuuto took out a monocle with trembling fingers and put it on his face.

"Target class path [Warrior]"

"Sequence——lv.3"

"The target energy level is determined to be [god]"

"According to the user sequence, the energy level is adjusted to [SS+] (Glory Miracle)"

"The extraordinary power released: Military Soul·Mythical SS Level, Sword System·Mythical Level S, Sword System·Mythical Class C, Claw System·Legendary SS Level, Horizontal Refining·Legendary SS Level..."

"Given that the user's energy level is [b] (Level 5·Excellent), the gap between the two parties is too large. It is recommended to stay away as soon as possible."

Staring blankly at the information appearing in the monocle, Chida Yuuto felt as if a mouthful of old blood was stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow.

"Bakana..."

The third level is equivalent to the fifth level [Glory Miracle], [God Level]?!

Isn’t the energy level system of [Omniscient Eye] only nine levels?

Isn’t the highest level SSS [Saint Seal Crown]?

Staring at the name of the rank he had never seen before, Chida Yuuto clenched his molars and tried his best to suppress the trembling all over his body.

And seeing that entire row of dazzling mythical supernatural powers, he finally understood why a military formation of nearly a thousand people could not crush the enemy.

The legendary military soul of the Qianda family, how could He De suppress a mythical SS-level military soul?!

After thinking about it for a moment, Chida Yuuto understood why a warrior would master a mythical military soul. The Celestial Kingdom with a long history has too many titles with mythical power similar to "Wu Anjun".

Take out any one and it will be a national treasure that other countries dream of, and they will devote all their efforts to build an elite and strong army around it.

However, the Damin Empire actually despised Him for such a ridiculous reason as [unknown] and conveniently sealed Him away for thousands of years!

He even gave Him to a warrior!!!

His fingers were clenched so hard that they turned white. The anger and sorrow in Chida Yuuto's heart were overflowing. He wished he could rush into the Forbidden City with a knife on the spot and let the damn Emperor know that waste will be punished by God!

There are many bans in your arsenal, but you can’t ban them randomly!

Do you know how much our country has to pay to cultivate a mythical military spirit?

If you don't want to give it to me, why would you give it to a martial artist?

He can't exert the power of the military spirit at all!!

Just as Chida Yuuto was gritting his teeth and his eyes were red, a familiar scream called his attention back.

Seeing that the subordinate he had been with day and night was cut in half diagonally from the left shoulder to the right abdomen by the white jade sword, Chida Yuuto woke up and realized that more than half of the casualties in the entire army formation had been lost.

If not for the fact that everyone present was a carefully selected loyal soldier, such a brutal massacre would have exceeded the limit of what he could control, and the battle formation would have naturally collapsed long ago.

But even a warrior who is determined to die will inevitably fall to the bottom when faced with a meaningless death.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of being trampled to death like ants, unable to even touch the soles of other people's shoes...

The young man in front of them gave them this deep sense of despair.

Unable to resist, unstoppable, all resistance is in vain, and even the cost of life cannot leave a single scar on his body.

Even splattering him with blood can’t be done!

Rivers of blood flowed on the battlefield where bones were piled high, but there was not a trace of red on the enemy's snow-white brocade uniforms. They were like lotuses emerging from the mud, unstained by dust and dirt.
To be continued...