The battle was extremely fierce.

Not only did Luo Ying and Xu Qingshan take the lead, but even Du Yucheng came to the front line to command. He never expected that the Han army could hold out for three days under such strong pressure from the Jin army.

This was not only due to the bravery of Zhao Yan, the main general of the Han army, but also to the strategic deployment made by Lian Zhongyi, who had been stationed on the city wall.

As for the peak of their martial prowess, it was no longer outside the city, but had reached the peak of Qingxia Valley.

The battle lasted three days and three nights, and they fought for three days and three nights as well.

Luowu Mountain and Cangwu Mountain each stand on a valley peak, with soldiers fighting at their feet and vast green mountains behind them.

As if he had lived with the mountain for many years, Luo Wushan stood on the valley peak with his crutches, as if he had grown up with the mountain. Even if he didn't move, the mountain behind him would tremble. It was unclear whether he was using the power of the mountain or whether the mountain was part of his body or power.

Cangwu exuded an ethereal aura, standing on a tree branch, his body swaying with the mountain breeze, the sword energy surrounding him turning azure. At this moment, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the Sword Immortal of Jinghai.

After three days and three nights of fighting, he and Luo Wushan had used every means at their disposal and almost exhausted all their strength.

But a stubborn look appeared in Cangwu's eyes.

He didn't look like a centenarian with white hair and beard, but rather like a competitive young man like Xiao.

Cangwu asked, "Old tortoise, have you run out of tricks?"

Luo Wushan said, "You talk as if you have something to offer."

"I actually do have one."

Cangwu glanced at the pass below and said loudly, "Have you heard of Yang Taozhi's borrowing of the sword?"