There are clouds flying in the sky, and occasionally sword lights like lightning pass by.

From this hill to Luoyang, many practitioners have sensed the faint fluctuations of breath.

The Pingding Stone Mountain where the official road passes is a hundred miles away from this hill, but even on this stone mountain, you can still clearly see the strange flowing light.

There are only some simple stone chambers on this flat-topped stone mountain, but with the sound of breath fluctuations in the distance, more and more practitioners walked out of these stone chambers and gathered on the top of this stone mountain, and gradually gathered more than a hundred people.

Most of these practitioners are young sword masters in their twenties.

"Senior Brother."

When a young man in white appeared, these young practitioners bowed to him very respectfully.

This is Changzhi Mountain Sect, one of the important sword sects in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

This practice place receives many cultivation resources from Luoyang every year, but there is no restriction on the recruitment of disciples. As long as you can pass the three introductory tests of Changzhi Mountain Sect, you can practice in Changzhi Mountain Sect. However, according to the practice of Changzhi Mountain Sect, as long as the introductory disciples are over 25 years old, they will no longer enjoy the sect's cultivation resources. They must leave Changzhi Mountain Sect and walk to the border army to become practitioners among the Northern Wei border army.

Because of these unique rules, Changzhi Mountain Sect has always been a holy place in the minds of young practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Even the children of many powerful families often resolutely betrayed their family arrangements despite their family opposition and entered Changzhi Mountain Sect to practice.

In a sense, Changzhi Mountain Sect was also a symbol of courage and independence for young people in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Xi Che, a white-clothed swordsman who is called his senior brother by many young talents from Changzhi Mountain Sect, is one of the most famous geniuses among the younger generation of practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty. He has gained the respect of these young practitioners in Changzhi Mountain Sect, not only because his personal practice speed is far higher than that of other people, but also because he is often able to solve the confusion they encounter in their practice. At this point, his ability is even greater than that of many teachers and commanders of Changzhi Mountain Sect.

All the practitioners of Changzhi Mountain Sect, whether they were teachers or these young disciples, believed that if it were not Linghuang, Xi Che should have been one of the fastest practitioners to cultivate from the Huangya Realm to the Divine Thought Realm in the entire Northern Wei Dynasty for decades.

Xi Chewei bowed and returned the greeting to these young sword masters. He looked at the vague but sharp sword light in the distance, and his face gradually covered with frost. He said, "That should be the location of the Huaizhou Army... I have never seen such a violent fluctuation of the energy of heaven and earth. I don't know how many practitioners are fighting desperately there, and I don't know how many magical instruments in the army have been used by passively."

All these young practitioners understood what he meant.

The Huaizhou army is fighting desperately.

"Senior Brother Mu and the others are also in the Huaizhou army."

A girl's timid voice rang.

She was nervous, but everyone heard her courage, "We can rush over, maybe we still have time to help."

"Go down the mountain."

Xi Che nodded, he had no extra words.

Looking at the white figure that was first sweeping towards the mountain, all the other young sword masters of Changzhi Mountain Sect reacted quickly, and while rushing down the mountain, they felt a little more admiration for their senior brother.

...

The carriage continued to move forward and gradually passed through the official road on the side of the hill.

The Huaizhou army was constantly dying, and the crowd kept slapping at the carriage like a tide. However, the carriage was like a moving reef, and no matter how it was slapped, it could not be destroyed.

In such storms, it seems that it can exist for thousands of years.

Whether it is a cultivator wearing the heavy armor of the True Yuan, a swordsman who commands the flying sword, or an ordinary sergeant who rushed up with a knife, the same result is when approaching this carriage.

Within three feet of the whole body of this carriage, an unbreakable dead domain was formed.

When the True Yuan Heavy Armor approached three feet from the carriage, the flames in the armor became disordered, and thick plasma sputtered out from the gaps in the armor, and then fell backwards.

When the flying swords flew to a distance of three feet from the carriage, they suddenly lost control and flew towards their original owner, without exception.

The ordinary soldiers who rushed around the carriage naturally stopped beating and all fell to die.

There were both violent deaths, blood waves and fragments of limbs brought out by the flying sword, and the silent deaths of these ordinary soldiers.

However, with the high-level generals dying first, after losing command, the Huaizhou army did not stop dying.

Every practitioner or ordinary soldier who rushed towards the carriage knew that he could not seem to pose a threat to the Demon Sect, but they wanted to try how many people they needed to make the practitioner in the carriage feel tired and exhausted his energy.

...

In every dozen breaths, hundreds of soldiers fell down along the carriage.

In this kind of death, no one will deliberately calculate the time and the number of deaths.

But the real situation is that in just half an hour, tens of thousands of soldiers and generals of Huaizhou Army died on the road of carriages.

Although most sergeants were simply killed by the weak energy and were forced to stop the beating of their hearts, the blood flowing from the bodies of the generals, practitioners and heavy armored troops gradually gathered into a stream and flowed towards the canals on both sides of the official road.

The breath of death and gray airflow that ordinary practitioners cannot perceive are constantly gathering towards the carriage.

While this gray airflow blows through the carriage and flows into the interior, it gradually leaves some breath and color on the carriage.

This originally ordinary carriage gradually became rich in color, and even a layer of unique oily glow appeared on the surface.

Even the two very ordinary horses gradually turned gray, as if they were injected with some kind of demonic power, and their bodies began to emit a mysterious luster.

People came from time to time on the road, and were stained by the heroic atmosphere of the Huaizhou army, and then they entered the battle without hesitation.

But even if people come in from time to time, the tide surrounding this carriage is still shrinking.

When the young practitioners and riders of Changzhi Mountain Sect quickly arrived, it took nearly two hours to arrive, and the battle continued, but the people surrounding the carriage combined, only more than ten thousand were left.

On the road behind the carriage, there were corpses that could not be seen at first sight.

This road is like a paved corpse.

"It's the Demon Sect."

"Demon Sect... Lord..."

The later the people arrive, the more they can maintain a clear and rational judgment. After hearing the many loud shouts from the wind and figured out what kind of existence it was in the carriage, these young practitioners of Changzhi Mountain Sect paused for several breaths.

They easily judged the speed of the tide rushing towards the carriage shrinking. Seeing the people rushing up constantly dying, they were sure that at this speed, it would take less than an hour for the tide surrounding the carriage to disappear completely.

"You guys go."

Xi Che narrowed his eyes and looked at the carriage that seemed to be walking in hell. He did not hesitate any more. He looked back at all his fellow disciples and said in a cold voice: "If this carriage is destined to be Luoyang next, and if the Northern Wei is destined to perish under the wheels of this carriage, then I hope you will retain some fire for the Northern Wei."
Chapter completed!