He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 445 Opportunity
The giant finger was retracted.

The torn sky closed again, and everything seemed to return to peace.

No one could have imagined that the seventh ancestor of the Western Yi's stunning arrow would have such an outcome.

Who does the giant finger belong to?
What's above the sky?
It is even more terrifying to reveal just the tip of the iceberg.

The word "ant", which had been mentioned many times, made Jiang Lin feel a little dazed.

Could it be that such a terrifying existence exists in a faraway place?
If this is true, why can't we see it or feel it?

At this moment, Jiang Lin discovered the flaws of the eleven ancestors of Xiyi.

They were all frightened by the giant finger, and their clan's luck had been drained away, and their cultivation had declined. This was a great opportunity.

Having waited for so long for such an opportunity, Jiang Lin naturally would not let it go.

Jiang Lin was not very afraid that others would care about the existence of the giant finger.

Because this is still a [picturesque] world, no matter what he encounters, he can easily escape from it.

Of course, the premise is that the current danger is greater than that faced by the Lu family.

Seeing that the eleven ancestors of Xiyi were distracted, Jiang Lin immediately drew his bow and arrow.

The holy soldier arrows of the Supervisory Soldiers cut through the sky and shot towards the ancestors of the Western Yi.

The sound of the arrow breaking through the air brought Ma Ningyan below back to her senses.

She lowered her head and looked at the long knife in her hand, which was shaking constantly.

He clenched his teeth so hard that a crunching sound was heard.

She exerted strength throughout her body, and when the long sword stopped shaking, she raised her head sharply.

"The whole army!"

"charge!"

She took the lead, rushed out of the enemy camp, and killed towards the Xiyi clan.

At the same time, Jiang Lin's holy arrows also arrived in front of the Western Yi ancestors.

Their cultivation declined, the clan's luck was drained away, and their habitat was destroyed.

Even the most powerful of them, the Seventh Ancestor, was easily crushed to death by a single finger.

The Thirteenth Ancestor's life or death is unknown, and a series of unexpected events have caused their reaction speed to be far slower than normal.

It was not until Jiang Lin's arrow reached them that they reacted and hurried to respond.

Even though their cultivation had dropped by one or two levels, they were still at the Daowu realm.

The powerful force protected the whole body.

However, the target of the Holy Soldier Arrows of the Supervisory Soldiers was not these Western Yi ancestors, but the divine bows in their hands.

There were only a series of clicking sounds, and the holy arrows of the supervisory soldiers shot down all the eleven divine bows like a string of gourds with overwhelming force.

The eleven Western Yi ancestors were horrified. How could they know that Jiang Lin had deliberately left a bunch of defects when he made these magical bows.

Everything is for this moment.

If the divine bow is destroyed, even if the Xiyi ancestor is very powerful, his deterrent power will be reduced by more than one level.

Jiang Lin pulled out the Xuanwu Holy Weapon Arrow again, hung the Xuanchi Divine Sand beaten by his fist on the arrow, and shot it towards the Xiyi clan.

The dark red magic sand grew in the wind and turned into a fireball that covered the sky halfway.

The Western Yi archers had never seen such an attack. One person was enough to defeat a million soldiers.

The endless stream of magical weapons were things they had never heard of or seen before.

"It's that blacksmith from Daqian! He should have been killed long ago!"

Some of the Western Yi ancestors roared in anger, feeling angry that Jiang Lin had deceived them and hating the Seventh Ancestor for stabbing them in the back at such a critical moment.

Countless fireballs fell from the sky, burning everything.

The defeated Xiyi clan was forced to abandon their positions and retreat.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ma Ningyan has led hundreds of thousands of people to break out of the enemy's camp.

When the vassal troops saw the Xiyi clan retreating and the Daqian border troops breaking out of the siege, their morale suddenly dropped sharply.

The so-called defeat is like a mountain collapsing, and the more people there are, the more so.

Once a downturn occurs, it is difficult to recover.

The morale of the Daqian border troops was high and they continued to advance forward.

Jiang Linze, holding the Sun-Chasing Bow, flew into the battlefield, scanning back and forth with his sharp eyes.

Soon, he found traces of the Lu clan.

The Lu family, which was suppressed by the Xiyi clan, was also driven here to serve as cannon fodder.

They were dispersed and scattered all over the battlefield.

Jiang Lin first found the whereabouts of Lu's great-grandfather and great-grandfather, but seeing that they were far away, he ignored them.

Instead, he turned around and looked for those members of the Lu family who had reached the Yuanwu realm, or even those who were not even at the Yuanwu realm.

With Jiang Lin's means, even without using his skills, he could kill these Lu family members with one sword.

He moved very quickly, killing and leaving without stopping.

In a very short period of time, hundreds of Lu clan members died at the hands of the sword.

There were less than eight hundred members of the Lu clan who walked out of that horrific forest, and hundreds of them had died in the previous battle.

Including those killed by Jiang Lin, there are only four hundred left.

These people are basically at the fifth level of Yuanwu Realm, or even above the Shenwu Realm.

Jiang Lin still picked the soft persimmons first and killed them as soon as he saw them.

His eyesight and memory at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm allowed him to remember all these Lu clan members clearly.

It doesn’t matter if you kill the wrong person occasionally. As long as you kill them all, you won’t be wrong!

By the time Jiang Lin had killed nearly two hundred people, all the remaining members of the Lu family had reached the Divine Martial Realm or above.

They finally realized something was wrong when they saw Jiang Lin walking towards them with a knife in hand and cold eyes.

The Lu clan finally understood that the real threat was never Daqian or the Western Yi.

But this blacksmith!

After determining the target, the Lu clan members immediately called out to their clansmen on the battlefield with a strange howl. Jiang Lin's heart trembled, and he cut his sword even faster.

We must kill as many of them as possible before the Lu clan members gather together.

The falling heads one after another meant that the threat posed by the Lu family to Jiang Lin was becoming smaller and smaller.

But the more people die, the stronger the cultivation of others will be.

By the time the Lu clan members had truly gathered together, and there were less than twenty of them, they were all above the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm.

Among them were the two Daowu realm masters, Lu's great-grandfather and Lu's great-grandfather. Upon seeing this, Jiang Lin turned around and left.

He couldn't use his cultivation, and with his current means, he would definitely not be the opponent in a head-on confrontation.

"Where are you going, you despicable villain!" The Lu family members rushed forward.

Jiang Lin shot an arrow with a large amount of black magic sand, burning the Lu clan members and making them scream in pain.

The power of the Xuan Chi Divine Sand is enough to hurt even an eighth or ninth level Divine Martial Realm warrior.

Only Lu's Gaozu and Lu's Taizu were not afraid at all and continued to chase.

Jiang Lin pulled out two Holy Soldier Arrows and shot them at them.

Having seen the power of this type of arrow before, the two men did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

By the time they had properly responded and looked up again, Jiang Lin had already left the battlefield.

At this moment, the battlefield was in chaos. The Daqian border troops were rushing forward, and the vassal troops were following suit.

They ran in the same direction, attacking each other.

They were obviously exhausted, but now that the threat from the Xiyi clan had been eliminated, both sides suddenly gained some strength.

Ma Ningyan led his troops to a place less than ten miles away from the Xiyi clan, where there was no flame of the Xuanchi Divine Sand.

The Xiyi clan recovered, and 100,000 people gritted their teeth and stayed, turning around and drawing their swords.

The previous Xuan Chi Shen Sha caused them to lose a lot of people, but there are still more than 600,000 left.

Ma Ningyan knew that if she let these people go, it would cause trouble.

The luck and archery power of the entire Xiyi tribe were drained away, and their own cultivation level declined by more than one level.

When the seventh ancestor shot that arrow, all their arrows exploded into the sky.

Now may be the time when the Xiyi clan is the weakest, we must seize the opportunity to fight and decide the outcome!

One hundred thousand members of the Xiyi clans faced the charging Daqian border army with the determination to die.

They were determined to use their lives to buy time for the entire tribe to retreat.

However, countless black and white lines appeared out of thin air.

A black and white chessboard fell from the sky, covering the eleven ancestors of the Western Yi people and hundreds of thousands of their clansmen behind them.

Above the sky, colorful rainbow lights and flickering lights suddenly appeared.

Looking at the three figures in front of him, the First Ancestor of the Western Yi said angrily: "The Dao Sect is also trying to intervene in this matter? What does it have to do with you!"

"It is God's will, please do not blame me."

A clear sound like jade came from the black and white chessboard, and a palm as white as jade pointed forward.

The black and white lines quickly pierced through the surrounding Western archers.

Their bodies turned black or white and were pulled into the black and white chessboard and disappeared.

"Master Xujian! You are looking for death!" The first ancestor of Xiyi roared angrily.

However, before he could make a move, a figure appeared in front of him.

A tall and burly old man with white hair and beard stood in front.

Seven rays of rainbow light shot up into the sky from behind him and transformed into seven hundred-foot-long swords.

"Fellow Daoist, please enlighten me."

The colorful sword, which was a hundred feet long, stabbed towards the seven Western Yi ancestors.

The qi of each other was connected, shaking the void, making it impossible for those Western Yi ancestors to go somewhere else even if they wanted to.

They could only grit their teeth and fight back, but the Western Yi had never been good at close combat, and everything they had in their lives was placed on archery.

Archery is what they pursue!

Another figure that appeared and disappeared entangled the other four Western Yi ancestors like a ghost.

"Jueyuan Dao! Xuanhua Dao!"

The First Ancestor of the Western Yi roared: "Whatever benefits Daqian gave you, I, the Western Yi, can give you as well!"

"You can't give it to me." The Taoist master of Xuanhua Dao said loudly, "Daoyou should think about it. Should you die or sacrifice your life to pass on the incense and inheritance?"

These words seemed to be intended to remind the ancestors of the Western Yi, causing them to be slightly startled.

Risk your life to pass on the legacy?

The voice of the Taoist master of Xujian Dao was heard from the black and white chessboard: "In exchange for your blood sacrifice, you can leave with 20,000 incense sticks."

The First Ancestor of the Western Yi gnashed his teeth and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Just follow God's will." The seven swords of the master of Xuanhua Dao are incredibly powerful.

This was transformed from his own Taoist bones, representing the seven true gods in his body. It is indestructible and comparable to any divine weapon.

Even when facing seven Western Yi ancestors at the same time, he did not lose the upper hand, but instead gained the upper hand.

The black and white chessboard continued to devour the Western Yi people. In the rear, the Daqian border army led by Ma Ningyan also collided with the 100,000 Western Yi archers who were left behind.

The border troops already have the advantage in battle formation and have more people, so the outcome of the fight will be decided quickly.

The three Taoist masters took action together, preventing the Xiyi clan from escaping.

If this continues, the only thing that awaits them is genocide.

If he doesn't want to exterminate his clan, he can only do as Taoist Master Xujian said, sacrifice his own life and blood, and send 20,000 clan members away.

"Blood sacrifice...who are we sacrificing to?" asked the First Ancestor of the Western Yi in a low roar.

Even if he dies, he wants to die with a clear conscience.

No one answered this question, there was only the sound of the Xiyi people falling to the ground.

(End of this chapter)