Broken Knife, Broken Blade

Chapter 1418 Broken Knife, Broken Blade

"Why do we need to remember each other's faces? On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly. Wouldn't it be easier to listen to the other person's voice and identify his clothes?" A young supernatural being from Yankang asked.

The scarred old soldier saw that he still had a childish look on his face and smiled, "It's not on the battlefield that we distinguish between friend and foe, it's after the battle."

He didn't elaborate.

Qin Mu knew the meaning of his words. The comrades remembered each other's faces in order to clean up the battlefield and find the bodies after the war.

This was too horrifying to say, so the old soldier did not elaborate.

The war in southern Xinjiang has become very urgent. New recruits like them were supposed to train for three to five months and get to know each other before they could go to the battlefield.

However, the forces of Huo Tianzun occupied the southern land, and the offensive was too intense, resulting in a shortage of soldiers in the southern border, and many university scholars joined the army. The losses on the front line were too great, and these scholars had no time to hone their skills before they had to go to the battlefield.

Compared with the Nantian under the rule of Huo Tianzun, the number of magical beings and gods in Yankang is still too small, and one soldier is used as ten.

Flags were fluttering in the sky. Soldiers stood up one by one and looked up at the flags. Just now there was the sound of armor colliding, but now all other sounds were gone except the sound of the flags fluttering in the sky.

After a while, the first drum beat sounded, and one ship after another took off into the air. The bronze beasts on the bottom of the ship spewed out flames, and one chariot after another ran and sped on the ground. The sound suddenly became noisy.

Those flying cars were running wildly for hundreds of feet on the ground, and their wheels gradually left the ground. The flying cars were soaring into the air. The people with supernatural powers on the flying cars were in high spirits, and in front of each of them were sword balls and knife balls of different sizes.

"Don't move yet, that's not the flag of our infantry." The scarred old soldier said nervously.

His eyes were still fixed on the large force in the air. Among the tens of thousands of ships and flying cars, their speed in the air was not fast. However, opposite them, Nantian's army was already surging like a tide.

The human race's supernatural powers and gods in the south and the supernatural powers and gods of demigods were divided into two camps, with the human race in the front and the army of demigods following behind.

Those demigods were tall, strong, and born with all kinds of strange visions. In front of the army were Nan Tian’s tower ships. There were more and larger ships, all made of divine gold, with their bows shaped like Vermilion Bird or nine-headed phoenix.

That was an old-fashioned ship of Heaven.

Nantian’s army had no flying cars.

When the two armies were still three hundred miles apart, the Yankang army in the north opened fire first. The true energy cannons on the tower ships gathered energy, and beams of light shot through the sky, drawing magnificent rays of light, making the battlefield suddenly dark!

The light from the cannon was too bright, causing the sun in the sky to lose its luster, and other places suddenly became dark.

In the rear, there were waves of unrest among the infantry.

Suddenly, the infantry drumbeats sounded, and the vanguard troops in front had begun to move out. As the drumbeats became more and more frequent, the supernatural beings in the vanguard had begun to run wildly, taking ten steps forward to each drumbeat!

The commotion soon spread to the troops where Qin Mu and the others were. The old soldier shouted, "Don't run around, don't crowd into crowded places! Try to disperse! Remember, don't go too far from our group. Thirty feet, at most!"

They started running.

In front of us, a row of ships were falling from the sky, trailing flames, and hitting the ground, creating huge fireballs. Then the sound and air waves of the explosions surged in all directions!

The warships and tower ships in the front were already in close contact. Although the firepower range of Nantian's tower ships was not as good as Yankang's, they were made of divine gold and were wealthy. Each tower ship could withstand the bombardment of artillery fire. Although many of them were shot down, they rushed into their own range under the artillery fire and immediately opened fire!

Southern Xinjiang was still dark. The ships of both sides turned, sped, and moved up and down in the air. The hull of Yankang's tower ship was still a little thin and not as rich, so many tower ships were bombed down.

At this time, a number of flying cars came speeding from behind the tower ships, rushing into the battlefield, nimbly avoiding the cannon fire of the enemy tower ships and large warships, and rushed towards the enemy camp.

Suddenly, a great spiritual consciousness burst out: "Flying swords wash the ground!"

Qin Mu and others who were running behind looked up and saw millions of flying swords pouring down from the flying cars. The slanting sword light was like a downpour, washing the ground for more than a hundred miles in an instant!

The gods on the Nantian ships suddenly stood up and rushed towards the flying chariots. The gods of Yankang flew forward to intercept them. The magical powers of the gods in the sky fell from time to time, and no matter where they fell, people and horses were thrown to the ground.

Facing gods, the power of those with supernatural powers is still too weak and insignificant, and they can only rely on luck.

The infantry of both sides were still running wildly. Now, they had not yet entered the stage of head-on confrontation, but the ground was already littered with corpses.

Suddenly, someone next to Qin Mu was tripped by a corpse on the battlefield. Qin Mu was about to stop, but saw that the man had been submerged by the torrent of people with magical powers.

"Be careful of the flowing sword!" the scarred old soldier shouted loudly.

call out--

A beam of sword light shot out from the front and flew past them. Someone behind them had no time to dodge and was immediately shot through, sending his body flying high into the air.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

The sword lights gradually became denser, and they had reached the battlefield ahead. The number of people in Qin Mu's group was still intact, except for the young scholar who had fallen behind. The nine people rushed forward, and suddenly they crashed into a dense forest of flesh and blood, with enemies everywhere!

"Get excited and charge forward!" the old soldier shouted.

One by one, the supernatural masters activated their sword balls, which broke apart into flying swords. The old soldier shouted, "Control the distance between each other. The range of the sword moves is fifteen feet! Don't exceed this distance!"

They rushed forward. Qin Mu had only a knife in his hand, but his steps were extremely fast. He moved as fast as wind and lightning. He raised his hand and slashed with the knife. It was simple and neat. Whether it was breaking the enemy's formation or destroying the enemy's magical powers, it was easy for him.

The old soldier was slightly startled when he saw him holding a knife in his hand: "He is a master of a martial arts school."

He shouted, "Don't be afraid of them. The swordsmanship and magical powers of those little bastards in the south are not as good as ours. Our swordsmanship and magical powers were developed by two generations of national masters! The swordsmanship and magical powers you have learned are all top-notch!"

The battlefield became increasingly darker, and the enemies increased in number. Qin Mu moved forward and backward with a knife, sometimes left and sometimes right. The area was fifteen feet long and wide. Within this fifteen feet, I was invincible.

He can even support other members of his team and help them kill powerful enemies.

They fought their way into the encirclement, still like sails breaking through the waves, leading more Yankang magical practitioners to rush forward.

There were flags flying in the sky. General Yankang, who was in charge of this war zone, saw that their group had the momentum of a sharp knife, so he immediately waved the flag and mobilized several flying cars to provide support from the air.

The flying car roared over, and countless sword lights shot through the enemies coming from all directions.

Qin Mu and his companions struggled forward, the pressure was increasing, and they had lost count of the number of enemies who had died in their hands. Suddenly, they felt the pressure relieved, and they looked around, only to be surprised and delighted to find that they had actually fought their way out of the encirclement and cut the enemy in half!

Behind them were countless Yankang's magical masters, who followed them to break out of the encirclement and cut through the human army in the South Sky.

The Nan Tian army that they had cut into pieces was already in chaos, and the chaos was spreading like a plague. As long as they cut the enemy into several pieces, they could form a siege.

"Look ahead!"

Suddenly, a young supernatural being said in a trembling voice: "What's ahead..."

Everyone looked up, with the smiles mixed with blood on their faces frozen, and they saw an army composed of countless demigods of the Southern Sky, stretching for thousands of miles. Countless tall ancient beasts appeared in their army without making any sound.

Those golden armors were dazzling. These demigods of the Southern Sky were much more powerful than the Southern Sky human army just now.

Around Qin Mu and his men, more and more Yankang masters broke through the enemy formation and came nearby. Gradually, their numbers increased, but everyone fell silent, froze in place, and did not rush forward.

They were stunned.

"Push the Southern Emperor's Divine Weapon!"

Suddenly, a heavy voice came from the demigod camp opposite. Two giant beasts were seen roaring, moving their thick legs and feet vigorously, pulling a huge divine chariot towards the front of the formation. On the chariot was a giant pagoda with nine floors, filled with flames.

The Southern Emperor's Divine Weapon.

The Northern Emperor’s magic weapon is the Five Thunder Pot, and the Southern Emperor’s magic weapon is the Flame Tower.

This tower was refined in the ancestral land of the Southern Emperor, the Nine-Layered Sacred Fire Altar, and was refined by collecting flames from all over the world. Before the Yankang catastrophe, the Southern Emperor's divine weapon fell into Yankang.

The might of this divine weapon exploded, the flames were more than ten thousand miles long, enough to refine everything.

"Retreat!" someone said in a trembling voice.

At this time, there was no sound of a gong, but instead there was the sound of vibrating drums. The drum beats became more and more frequent, but none of Yankang's supernatural masters came forward.

Faced with the Southern Emperor's divine weapons, everyone was afraid.

The drum beats are more urgent.

In Qin Mu's group, everyone's eyes were on the scarred old soldier. They looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to give the order to retreat.

If he runs away, everyone will run away.

The old soldier looked at their hopeful eyes, and suddenly grinned, his scar looking ferocious, and he laughed, "Brothers, behind you is Yan Kang."

"Behind you is Yan Kang! Behind you are your wives, your children, your parents, the parents who raised you!"

"Follow me, damn it! We can't wait for them to kill us in our hometown!"

He rushed out. In front of him, countless spirit soldiers were flying and rushing towards him. The old soldier roared and tried his best to resist and rush forward.

Hiss, hiss, hiss.

He was hit by dozens of spiritual soldiers, but he still struggled forward.

Wow——

Countless spiritual soldiers overwhelmed him.

The spiritual soldiers were withdrawn, and there was no corpse left on the battlefield.

It was quiet all around.

No one dared to take another step forward.

The giant beast pulled the Flame Tower towards this side, and Qin Mu was surrounded by retreating soldiers in front and behind him.

Suddenly someone else rushed forward, but was immediately overwhelmed by countless spiritual soldiers.

Then another person rushed forward, and before he fell, more than ten people rushed forward, trying to stop the Southern Emperor's divine soldiers.

Groups of people fell down, but some people kept rushing forward.

"The people of Yankang have never lost their bloodiness!"

Qin Mu's heart was filled with flames. He raised his sword and shouted, then stepped forward, his pace gradually quickening. Behind him, the remaining seven people in the squad rushed forward with him, shouting one after another, "Yan Kang is behind us!"

"Behind them are my parents, my wife and my children!"

"We can't let the Southern Emperor's divine soldiers set foot into Yankang!"

"Our corpses are like unclimbable peaks, blocking the enemy in front of us!"

More Yankang soldiers came and shouted loudly. On the opposite side, Nantian's demigod army rushed in, taking advantage of their rest and killing them. Qin Mu waved his iron knife to block the countless spiritual soldiers, but his comrades still fell down one by one.

But soon others took the place of the fallen comrade and supported him forward.

"Yankang is behind!"

He rushed forward with all his might, while his comrades blocked the swords for him and the enemy's attacks for him, and fell one by one on the way to the battle.

He forgot that he was a Celestial Lord, forgot that he possessed the power to change the world, forgot the magical powers he had learned, and forgot the cultivation sealed in his body.

He only has a knife, but he has countless comrades around him.

Countless people protected him, embraced him, and rushed towards the Southern Emperor's Divine Army!

People kept falling and being replaced by others, but their numbers were still decreasing. Finally, they broke through the siege and arrived in front of the Southern Emperor's divine soldiers.

Qin Mu exerted force with both feet, leaped into the air, and passed over the two giant beasts. The iron knife in his hand slashed fiercely at the Southern Emperor's divine weapon!

“Let him go.” A demigod general suddenly stopped the demigods around him and sneered.

when.

Qin Mu's iron knife chopped on the Southern Emperor's divine weapon, and the knife broke into countless pieces.

His body fell, leaving only the hilt of the knife in his hand.

Qin Mu looked around blankly. He was surrounded by his comrades, guarding him closely, while outside were countless demigods, looking at them sarcastically.

"Yan Kang is behind us!" His comrades shouted loudly and rushed forward to try to split this world-destroying weapon.

Those demigods looked at them coldly but did not take any action.

"Behind is Yankang..."

Qin Mu held the broken knife tightly. It was a sword of protection and a sword of killing on the battlefield. It had great potential, great evil, but also great good.

"Enough, kill them." The demigod general spoke indifferently.

Suddenly, Qin Mu raised the broken sword, roared angrily, his muscles bulged, and the terrifying sword light instantly crossed the battlefield!

The broken knife in his hand had lost its edge, but it had a terrifying sharpness. Divine light, dazzling divine light, actually emerged from this broken knife made of ordinary iron.

Countless spiritual weapons vibrated in the flashes of swords and auras, whistling and flying up. Even those demigods, those powerful masters of magical powers, found it difficult to control their spiritual weapons at this moment.

Their spiritual soldiers were like on a pilgrimage, surrendering to the spirit and to the Tao.

The power of the spiritual soldiers swarmed and gathered, rushing towards the broken knife.

That is the spirit of the knife, the way of the knife, the responsibility and commitment of the knife!

"Behind him is Yan Kang!"

Qin Mu slashed with his sword.

Click.

A crack appeared on the Southern Emperor's divine weapon, and the crack grew larger and larger.

The broken sword, the broken blade, and the mortal cut through the Southern Emperor's divine weapon.

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