Ning Wuque rode his horse into the Tianchan Sect's training ground. The sound of the heavy cavalry's hooves in black armor behind him was like thunder, shaking the ground slightly.
The top-grade longsword in his hand was slowly dripping the brain of the seventh inner disciple. The thick liquid slid down the sword, gleaming with a chilling luster under the sunlight.
At this moment, his gentle eyebrows seemed to be covered by a thousand years of frost, and his eyes revealed endless coldness and determination.
The blood accumulated in the blood groove of the sword turned into ice crystals and fell to the ground under this extremely cold long sword.
The surrounding Xuanjia soldiers all formed into military formations, holding spears like a forest, marching in unison, constantly compressing the movement space of Changcun's disciples.
"put!"
A captain shouted coldly, and then saw a rain of arrows coming from the sky, falling from the sky, and instantly killed many outer disciples of the Tianchan Sect.
The entire battle was almost one-sided. Lin Hanyi fought for her life and killed several Black Armor soldiers with a wave of her hand. Then she was surrounded by a team of Black Armor soldiers holding heavy spears. The spears were like a forest, coming from all directions, forcing her to fight hard to break out of the encirclement despite being injured, fighting and retreating, and using buildings to hide her body.
"Senior Brother Ning!"
A shrill cry broke the bloody silence on the battlefield.
Chu Xuan leaped down from the arrow tower like a butterfly with broken wings. The silver bells on her waist shattered during the fall, and the chaotic sounds they made sounded like desperate wails.
She held a long sword in each hand, which was also a sharp blade. Its appearance and style were similar to the long sword in Ning Wuque's hand. The poisoned silver needles in her hands were constantly waving out, forcing back many black-armored soldiers.
Suddenly, many surviving disciples gathered together and barely blocked the attack of the Tiger Guards Black Armor.
But that's all.
The Tiger Guards' Black Armor soldiers were all wearing heavy armor, and ordinary disciples' weapons would only leave a few marks when they chopped them. Only the sharp blade in Chu Xuan's hand could easily penetrate the armor and kill people.
For a moment, this team of tiger-armored soldiers could not get close.
The girl's deerskin boots stepped heavily on the broken limbs on the ground. The broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, some were still twitching unconsciously, and blood was flowing, gathering into shocking pools of blood, dyeing her deerskin boots as red as if they had just been fished out of a dye vat.
The golden hairpin in her hair was crooked and about to fall off, and a few strands of messy hair hung wantonly beside her cheeks. Her originally pretty face was now full of anger and determination. There was no longer any cunning calculation in her eyes, only the blazing light that was ignited to protect the sect.
"You promised to protect my Tianchan Sect!"
Her voice was tearful, yet revealed a ruthless determination to perish together with her fellow human beings, and it echoed in this bloody battlefield.
A barely perceptible hesitation flashed across Ning Wuque's eyes, but this momentary hesitation was quickly swallowed up by a deeper coldness.
He rushed forward, and the long sword in his hand swept out without warning, bringing up a gust of wind filled with the smell of blood.
Chu Xuan was unable to dodge and her entire arm was cut off by the sword.
She let out a scream, fell heavily to one knee, covered her broken arm, and had a look of disbelief on her face.
Ning Wuque looked down at the girl kneeling in a pool of blood, and suddenly the gentle smile he had when they first met appeared on his face, but this smile was now colder than the frost and snow in winter.
"Junior sister, do you know that every time you make trouble..."
He spoke slowly, his voice low and without any emotion.
"It all makes me feel very sick."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his foot mercilessly and crushed Chu Xuan's left finger bones.
With a few "cracks", the crisp sound of broken finger bones was heard. Chu Xuan's face turned pale as paper in an instant due to the pain, and cold sweat rolled down her forehead like rain.
But she bit her lower lip tightly, trying to endure the severe pain. She didn't make a cry of weakness, but stared at Ning Wuque with a deep hatred.
At this moment, the entire Tianchanmen Mountain Gate was like hell on earth.
The Black Armor Army was like a group of hungry wolves. They were divided into small teams and formed into military formations to wantonly kill the disciples of the Tianchan Sect.
Some of the disciples of Tianchan Sect fled in panic, their steps panicked and stumbling, but they were still caught up by the ruthless Xuanjia Army. The sharp blades cut across their necks, and blood splattered.
Some fought back, brandishing their weapons vigorously, but in the end, due to the disparity in strength between the two sides, they fell in a pool of blood, their bodies gradually turning cold.
The ground was covered with blood and corpses. The blood gathered into streams and flowed slowly along the terrain, dyeing the land a shocking dark red. It was a horrific scene.
Seeing this scene, Chu Xuan bit her lips tightly, her eyes turned blood red, and she wanted to struggle, but Ning Wuque stepped on her with his foot and she could not move.
"Junior sister, let me show you how the Tianchan Sect was finally destroyed."
When Chen Tiangang appeared with an iron staff, the three thousand Xuanjia soldiers had already slaughtered 70% of the disciples like demons.
The old man's increasingly rotten right leg was oozing pus and blood. With every step he took, the foul-smelling pus and blood would leave a disgusting footprint on the ground.
But his eyes were frighteningly bright, flashing with a mixture of greed and madness, like two burning will-o'-the-wisp fires.
As soon as she appeared, she quickly attracted Ning Wuque's attention, and his eyes were flickering with an inexplicable light.
Hatred, respect, anger, and unwillingness.
Amidst the complex interweaving of emotions, a hint of crimson appeared in the corners of his eyes.
This scene made Chen Tiangang extremely surprised. He didn't care about the emotions in Ning Wuque's eyes at all, but just stared at the blood-red in the corner of his eyes.
"Good disciple, that's it. You've been well raised. Your strength is much stronger than when you left."
His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and every word was filled with twisted pleasure.
"Master taught me well."
Ning Wuque's chest was churning with emotions, but he suppressed them firmly and said calmly, "If Master hands over the Heavenly Cicada Sect's divine weapons and armor, and kneels in surrender, I will report to General Fang and grant you a place in the altar."
A master of the blood exchange realm, a famous figure in the martial arts world, he is an undisputed master even in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"Fang Jun, the general leading the 100,000 Tiger Guards in Black Armor?"
A strange smile appeared on Chen Tiangang's face, with a hint of disdain between his brows.
"Is he worthy?"
Before he finished speaking, Chen Tiangang stomped the iron rod in his hand on the ground, and shot out in an instant like an arrow.
Wherever he passed, the swarming black-armored soldiers were instantly cut in half.
In just a blink of an eye, he was close to Ning Wuque.
So fast!
Ning Wuque, his heart shaken, drew his sword, and the blade cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
The muscles in his arms were as twisted as a dragon, his veins bulged like wriggling earthworms, and his sword was as sharp as lightning.
However, Chen Tiangang just slightly turned sideways, and the iron rod accurately hit the seven-inch point of the sword.
"Dang!"
The long sword fell with a sound, Ning Wuque's knuckles were broken, and blood dripped down the hilt.
His pupils suddenly shrank. Chen Tiangang's speed was far beyond his expectations, and the rotten right leg did not affect his movement at all.
He was no match for a master at the Blood Exchange Realm. Even if the opponent had some physical defects, he couldn't even see any of his movements clearly.