Volume 1, Chapter 39: In the next battle at dusk, thousands of armored soldiers were killed.
Li Gao was emitting golden light and the power of the five elements was lingering around him.
This is a rare golden talisman in Taoism.
Taoism has the following symbols: yellow, white, black, gold, and red.
Commonly known as the five-color talisman.
The yellow talisman controls objects, the white talisman controls people, the black talisman is used to summon gods, and the gold talisman is the fourth talisman, which is above the black talisman.
It can enhance the power of a single entity to its extreme.
Just like what Li Gao is using now.
The golden talisman he used represented his power. Once the talisman was activated, his strength could be instantly increased three times.
It is indeed an essential weapon for both single combat and group fighting.
It is very difficult to carve such talismans, and only Taoist talisman masters of the eighth realm can carve them. As for the legendary red talisman paper, only those at the peak of the holy realm, that is, the ninth realm masters, can make it, and it is even rarer.
Li Gao just rushed into the battlefield like this, and people and horses fell wherever he passed.
He waved his hand casually, and several people were knocked away.
With a kick of one foot, screams rang out one after another.
Entering a formation of thousands of people is like entering an empty space, charging forward recklessly.
Ye Tingmu saw it, swallowed subconsciously, and said to himself.
Why is this guy suddenly so fierce?
But he didn't have time to think too much and continued to swing the sword in his hand.
The young monk was reluctant to take action upon seeing this, after all, most of these officers and soldiers were at the Body Tempering Stage.
Compared with his Qi-dynamic state, he is like an ordinary person.
But even if he didn't take action, the soldiers from the patrol camp would not let him go.
They charged at him with blades and spears in hand.
"Amitabha, well done, well done."
He chanted Buddhist mantras while launching punches.
The boxing style practiced by the Ten Commandments is the Vairocana Fist, which is the most powerful boxing style in Buddhism.
The punch is as hot as the sun, and the fist shadow is like gold.
With one punch, several people would be knocked down.
Although we only have three people, the other side has thousands.
But the three of them actually defeated thousands of people.
It’s not that the gap in strength between the two sides is too huge.
It’s because the three of them are too strange. Although they are only at the third level of cultivation, their actual combat power has already exceeded the fourth level.
Needless to say, Ye Tingmu, the Five-Realm Fire Cloud Dragon had no power to resist in his hands, let alone these cannon fodder.
A sword cuts through the air, shattering everything into pieces.
A sword with purple lightning, the lightning raged.
The killing forced a group of soldiers to retreat, unwilling to get closer.
Of course, there are only these two swords.
He was complaining in his heart that if he had not lacked spiritual energy, he would have been able to defeat his opponent with just a few swords. But now he had to save some spiritual energy, as he could only chop and hack after the fight.
With the blessing of the golden talisman, Li Gao became extremely powerful and could destroy everything in his path.
The young monk was relatively normal, but this monk had too many magic weapons, one after another.
People say monks are poor, but the monk in front of me is extremely rich.
Whether it's the Nine-Life Rosary, the Qiankun Bag, the Demon-Locking Plate, or the Evil Immortal Rope, any one of them is a top-grade spiritual weapon.
Thousands of soldiers were beaten terribly and were retreating step by step.
The battlefield was in chaos.
The sounds of fighting, roaring, screaming, and neighing of war horses, accompanied by the sound of swords clashing, created a chaotic mess.
At this time, the sun had long disappeared, replaced by a bright moon on the horizon.
Under the moonlight, there were swords and horses, and the sounds of killing were everywhere.
The battle between Yue Mingfeng and Zhao Zihu continues.
Both of them were already blood-thirsty at this moment, and each had injuries on his body.
Zhao Zihu's helmet was blown off by Yue Mingfeng's sword, and his hair was scattered behind him.
"Yuemingfeng, you really surprised me. Even with such a serious injury, you were still able to fight me like this."
The long sword in Yue Mingfeng's hand was sharp.
"There's something even more unexpected, do you want to know?"
"Heh... I'd like to know what other cards you have up your sleeve."
"Trump card? No, but I can still kill you."
“Arrogant.”
On the other side of the battlefield.
Ye Tingmu used his last bit of strength to strike out with his sword again.
Everything returned to calm.
Under the quiet night, three figures stood covered in blood, with corpses piled up at their feet, covering the ground.
The blood turned the dirt into mud.
Blades can be seen everywhere, and broken armor is scattered around.
Ye Tingmu’s energy has been exhausted and has reached its limit.
He plunged his sword into the ground in front of him and knelt on one knee.
His elegant and graceful hair had already fallen down during the battle.
The white scholar's robe also lost its original appearance and turned into a scarlet blood shirt.
The other two were in similar conditions, both exhausted.
Li Gao was lying in the pile of corpses, his peach wood sword dropped to the side. He was looking at the bright moon in the sky with a smile on his face.
"I'm so tired! What happened today is enough for me to brag about for a whole year."
The little monk also looked pale. He slowly sat cross-legged and recovered his strength.
Ye Tingmu frowned and gritted his teeth.
He stood up tremblingly.
As expected, there is an essential gap between officers and soldiers. The combat effectiveness of these armored soldiers is much stronger than the government soldiers they encountered in the underground cave before.
What surprised him even more was that these people would rather die than retreat.
It seems that the rumors about the Northern Man's soldiers are not rumors at all. If they desert the battlefield, their entire clan will be executed.
If it weren't for the group killing ability of the Duankong Sword, I might have really been stranded here today.
It was indeed a miracle that three people killed thousands of enemies.
But the price was that they all suffered serious injuries.
Especially Ye Tingmu, the amount of swordplay he did on this day was almost equal to the total amount he had done in the previous year.
The body has been hollowed out long ago.
Now the right hand holding the sword is shaking.
He sheathed his sword and hung it around his waist, glancing at Yue Mingfeng and Zhao Zihu who were still attacking each other in the distance.
Then he went forward.
He couldn't stay any longer as there were so many soldiers and officers gathered here, and he didn't know if his brothers and sisters were okay.
Now that it was getting late at night, he had to find them as soon as possible before he could feel at ease.
Although Fenghe and Dahei are here, anything can happen.
The other party could easily send out so many people, and even dispatched two powerful sixth-level masters within one day.
There might be another expert lurking behind this.
Dahei had said before that he had been targeted by someone for a long time, so his reckless behavior would likely lead to his younger brothers and sisters being controlled by others.
I was still a little impulsive. I wanted to kill the dragon with my sword, but I accidentally entered Yijian Gorge and so many things happened.
Watching Ye Tingmu leave, the little monk quickly stood up and dragged his weak body to chase after him. He naturally knew what Ye Tingmu was going to do.
He was going to look for his younger brother and sister.
Li Gao watched the two of them leave, then he sat up and called out to their backs, "Aren't you waiting for him anymore?"
The "he" he was referring to was naturally Yue Mingfeng.
The little monk replied weakly: "If you think that you can influence their fight by staying, then you can stay."
Li Gao glanced at the explosions that occurred from time to time under the moonlight, as well as the collisions of light curtains.
He picked up the peach wood sword and chased after him.
"Wait, Master Dao."
Under the leadership of Ye Tingmu, the few of them soon arrived at the place where Ye Tingmu and Feng He and the others separated. At this time, the mound was empty.
Ye Tingmu's expression tightened, and he felt even more depressed.
Could something really have happened?
Seeing him like this, the little monk quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, Mr. Ye. Maybe they saw the soldiers coming, so they left first."
Ye Tingmu didn't say anything, his brain was working rapidly.
At this time, Li Gao picked up a small cloth bag that had fallen from the grass.
He took it in his hand and looked at it, and couldn't help saying, "This little cloth bag is quite exquisite."
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