"So your last prayer is not to meet me after winter, but rather that you should make it in time for the ancestral worship ceremony."
Looking at the guy with a livid face and twitching lips, Dao Chengyi felt a sense of pleasure, while his master, Mou Dingshan, gave him a thumbs up.
"As expected of my good disciple, he speaks so politely and even cares about others' ancestral worship. We'll go together to worship his ancestors and apologize!"
"...you...you all..."
Finally, the Iron Sand Pavilion Master was dragged away by the others, and at the same time, with the sound of a horn, this military camp, where the Heart Star had once fought in the southern frontier, seemed to be awakened.
The flags fluttering on the high-rise buildings at the four corners waved even more violently, spreading a somber atmosphere throughout the area.
The illusory sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses echoed, accompanied by the phantoms of black-scaled horned horses and black-armored ironclad cavalry, which began to charge and trample across the land.
Everyone was told not to move, but faced with such a realistic scene, the snow shaking with the rider's stomping, and the powerful, surging blood energy spreading and breaking through the snow, causing the snow on the ground to melt and evaporate.
The dense moisture swirling around became the phantom's breath and the exhilarating ride, making everything seem even more real and irresistible.
Goosebumps instinctively rose on his skin, but Dao Chengyi remained calm and stood on the arena, facing the charging cavalry.
He did not flinch, showed no fear, and made no concession. He opened his arms wide and welcomed them openly, his gaze piercing and aggressive.
This is a military formation belonging to martial arts, a way of utilizing vital energy in martial arts. It is also the first time Dao Chengyi has come into contact with such a martial arts formation that combines feng shui and geomancy with the earth's energy of military force.
This place is similar to the Mu family's ancestral worship ceremony, except that unlike the small pieces of flesh and blood sealed in the statues there, what is sealed here is an indomitable consciousness, a consciousness of hatred and resentment towards all the Xin Su people here.
But after the iron hooves of this army reappear, that consciousness will suffer the pain and erosion of being trampled and repeatedly ravaged, and witness the vigorous vitality and continuous stream of talents belonging to the Xinshu Qingmang land!
"How could a barbarian like you withstand the might of my Xin Su Dynasty? If you wish to die, it's easy, but if I let you die as you wish, wouldn't that be a waste of that heroic spirit of sacrificing oneself for righteousness?"
"Let you suffer the trampling of my Xinxiu royal army right here! Let you witness firsthand how your people perish and decline into the lowly subjects of my Xinxiu, and witness firsthand the glorious era of my Xinxiu imperial dynasty, which will sweep across the world and nurture countless talents!"
The former general, with unparalleled spirit, trampled the foreign king, who was capable of moving mountains and filling seas, to death with his iron hooves. Then, he used his own flesh and blood to form a coffin, pressing the foreign king here, so that his spirit would not die, and he could see the prosperity of the Green Wilderness rising day and night. He could witness with his own eyes how the people he had sacrificed to save flattered and submitted to Xin Su, kneeling and worshipping in this place stained with the blood of his fallen people, and making great commotion for Xin Su!
Let him see how many talented young people, the very people of this small corner of the land, could emerge and inspire the ambitions and aspirations of the Heart Constellation!
"Horses traverse the four directions, flags fly high to defend the borders! Wherever the sun and moon shine, is there not land for our hearts? Where is there not the shores of emperors?!"
The Soul Gu absorbs the information contained in this place, reflecting the remnants of the past onto the soul of Dao Cheng. It can see the hatred and anger accumulated over a hundred years, and hear the great achievements of Xin Su, a mere general, who hunted and killed the people of the southern border with ease.
Interesting, truly interesting. So, aside from the story from six years ago, did something so interesting happen here a hundred years ago?
The bugle calls resounded through the sky, echoing through the camps in dreams. While the others were still barely managing to keep their composure, Dao Chengyi let out a wild laugh.
He looked around and felt that if he did not dance with his sword at this moment, he would be ashamed of the scenery he saw. On the battlefield, with its military battles, the clash of swords and the thunder of horses, what young man did not dream of conquering thousands of miles like a tiger?
"Given this scene, how can I dance without a sword? Who can lend me a sword?"
Who can lend me a sword now? The participants looked at the madman on the arena and felt that his previous arrogance was too conservative. Could it be that this person is truly fearless of life and death and does whatever he pleases?
"Good lad, I'll lend you my sword and see what tricks you can pull!"
As soon as Dao Cheng finished speaking, Wei Jie's eyes lit up and he threw out the military sword at his waist, a sword that had tasted the blood of the enemy and fought countless battles.
A streak of light flashed past, and a blood-red longsword landed in front of Dao Chengyi. Dao Chengyi's eyes lit up, and he drew the sword. The dense blood light, formed from the blood demons of battle, surged toward Dao Chengyi.
"This sword is perfect for this scene; we shall certainly enjoy ourselves to the fullest today!"
Having said that, the Gu in Daocheng Yi's void aperture began to rotate spontaneously, and on the innermost Gu cauldron, the small seal script character for sword began to emerge.
The sword is the king of all weapons, the supreme weapon on the battlefield. A general carries a sword to command his troops, while a king carries a sword to wield the world as his sword. With a single swing, the four seasons change, the people tremble, feudal lords submit, and foreign lands are subdued!
The sword is a weapon of slaughter! Its bone blade is sharpened to pierce the body, and its stone chisel edge is used to kill and make a living. Later, it was cast into bronze to become a weapon, and those who wielded it were kings and nobles, who ascended the ladder of power!
"The whale has not yet swallowed the sea! The sword's aura has already swept across autumn!"
With a flick of his finger, Dao Cheng's sword rang out, shattering the bloodlust and calming his heart. He blocked the horse's path with his sword, and suddenly uttered a battle cry.
With a single sword strike, a golden spear rang out from the void, its sharpness and power unleashing a deadly, menacing blade of worms!
Sword Dao Gu Insects!
Chang Geng is in chaos!
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