The First Tyrant of Daxia

Chapter 4310 Battle with Wu Yi

The number of the Suzaku Army they led was greatly reduced, and they were completely powerless to fight back against Wu Yi.

Chen Qianzhi watched his soldiers fall down, and was filled with rage. He followed the army to kill Wu Yi.

Several generals behind him hurriedly tried to stop him, fearing that Chen Qingzhi would do something stupid: "Calm down! What's the difference between rushing out now and committing suicide! You have to know that you represent the Suzaku Army, you can't die!"

The only chance for the four armies to avoid being completely wiped out by Wu Yi's obstruction was to seize the opportunity when Wu Yi attacked and use the strength of the four generals to cover the soldiers' withdrawal.

If Chen Qingzhi was the first to die, the four armies would be in real danger, like fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered. Although he understood this truth, Chen Qingzhi could not hide his indignation when he saw the death of the Suzaku Army, and kept trying to break free from the obstruction of the other three people: "No! I can't be a coward hiding in the back and let my soldiers die and become cannon fodder. If I hide like this, how can I have the face to lead the Suzaku Army!"

Seeing Chen Qianzhi like this, the other three people felt uncomfortable as well.

Long Xiao looked at the sea of ​​blood in front of him, gritted his teeth, made a difficult decision, and said loudly to the Qinglong Army behind him: "Qinglong Army, listen to my order... Go to die! Protect the lifeline of the Suzaku Army!"

"Qinglong Army, listen to my orders!"

Faced with Long Xiao's order to die, no one in the Qinglong Army raised any objections. They just rushed forward to charge at the Suzaku Army, willing to die in the sea of ​​blood.

Mu Le and He Ya were in great distress, and immediately ordered the White Tiger Army and the Black Tortoise Army to alternate with each other to preserve the lifeline of the four armies.

As long as the soldiers and generals of the four armies are still there, it will not be considered a total annihilation, and it will not be considered a disappointment to Daxia and Qin Yun.

Seeing the four armies below taking turns to die, Wu Yi just kept mocking them: "Ants are ants. They are willing to sacrifice their lives for that unrealistic friendship. How foolish! Today, this sect master will fulfill your wish and let you die together in this valley!"

Wu Yi's murderous intent was fully revealed. His flying swords emitted waves of earth-shaking pressure, and the attacks of the white feather fan were even more intensive, so dense that even a fly flying by would have difficulty escaping death.

The soldiers of the four armies had no other choice but to use their bodies to pave a bloody path to buy a chance for others to survive.

The generals of the four armies stared at Wu Yi above them, suppressing their inner indignation, constantly comforting themselves to stay calm, looking for the attacking point of the white feather fan, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

But ideals are full and reality is skinny.

As strong as Wu Yi, who is in the middle stage of Juxian Realm, holds a pure white feather fan, which is a magic weapon comparable to the Wanshen Jade Fan. Under the multiple suppression of realm magic weapons, skills and avenues, the generals of the four armies have no chance at all to find Wu Yi's flaws.

The number of the four armies dropped sharply, and the wailing sounds echoed throughout the valley. A sea of ​​blood even flowed down from the cliff mountain, forming a blood-red waterfall.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing. The generals of the four armies remained silent and dared not say a word. They could only watch their soldiers die without any other options.

Despair enveloped everyone. Above the valley in the back mountain of Feiyu Sect, it seemed as if a dark cloud covered the sky and the sun, cutting off the hope of survival for the soldiers of the four armies.

Wu Yi went on a killing spree, even to the point of numbness, and his white feather fan was dyed bright red.

The corpses of the soldiers from the four armies were piled up several feet high.

The four generals could no longer suppress their indignation and looked at each other. Their eyes expressed everything.

"kill!"

"Revenge for the soldiers of the four armies!" Long Xiao, Mu Le, Chen Qingzhi, and He Ya, the four of them came out of the cave in the valley together, trying their best to activate their skills and set up formations, and exert all their energy.

No matter how hard the four of them worked together, it would be like a gnat trying to shake a tree when facing Wu Yi.

Just as Wu Yi turned his spear and pointed his white feather fan at the generals of the four armies, an even more powerful earth-shaking pressure suddenly fell from the sky.

As soon as the Taikoo Xuanhuang Tower appeared, it instantly suppressed the surrounding space, and even Wu Yi was not spared.

A golden light flashed in the sky, and Qin Yun's cold eyes were full of murderous intent, appearing like a savior.

The dark clouds that covered the heads of the soldiers and generals of the four armies dissipated in an instant, and the balance of victory tilted again to the Great Xia Empire.

"Your Majesty! It's His Majesty who has arrived. We are saved!"

The dawn of hope was rekindled, and the soldiers and generals of the four armies screamed and roared, expressing all their anger.

Qin Yun looked in the direction of Wu Yi without saying a word, but just sensed the surging national destiny of the core of the world, constantly pouring energy into his body, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was sensed at the same time.

Qin Yun's cultivation level was seen rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he leapt to the peak of the Juxian Realm.

The way of the emperor was revealed, the yellow robe was torn, and the power that this body could not bear was completely absorbed by Qin Yun.

"Anyone who harms my Great Xia officials will be killed without mercy!"

Qin Yun said in a deep voice, and after the Divine Emperor Sutra was struck, the Emperor's Way came out and flew towards Wu Yi with a bang.

Wu Yi was no pushover either. He did not rush to deal with Qin Yun's imperial dominance. Instead, he tried his best to break free from the suppression of the Ancient Profound Yellow Pagoda, then dodged backwards to avoid Qin Yun's attack.

Although Wu Yi's move was a textbook-level solution, any effort would be futile in the face of absolute power suppression.

Before he could dodge, the Emperor's Supreme Dao had arrived.

Boom! Waves of terrifying energy surged, and Wu Yi stared with wide eyes, looking at the sudden dent on his chest in disbelief, and actually spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Qin Yun, you...how is this possible? What kind of monster are you?"

It was clear that Wu Yi had sensed some time ago that Qin Yun was still in the middle stage of Piaomiao Realm. However, a few days later, Qin Yun had entered Juxian Realm without sensing the surging national destiny. Even in this holy world where talented people arose in large numbers, he was unprecedented and unrivaled.

However, in the first fight, Wu Yi was injured and was blown hundreds of miles away.

Facing Qin Yun, his flying sword was completely suppressed. He tightly grasped the white feather fan stained with the blood of the Great Xia soldiers and stared at Qin Yun vigilantly.

Qin Yun's eyes were filled with murderous intent and anger. Looking at the sea of ​​blood below, the only thing in his mind was killing.

"Wu Yi! Today is the day you die!" As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yun's imperial way was revealed. The internal energy of the Divine Emperor Sutra burst out, and he raised one hand high to the sky. When the First Dragon's World-Destroying Curse spell was cast, the heaven and the earth seemed to be connected.

A dazzling and scorching light lingered around Qin Yun, and the strongest move of the First Dragon's World-Destroying Curse, the First Dragon's Wrath, was released.

The powerful energy burst out like a dragon and pointed directly at Wu Yi's brow.

Wu Yi circulated the energy of his whole body and sensed the spiritual power of heaven and earth in the valley. The feathers on the white feather fan condensed and layers of fan handles grew out in the blink of an eye.

Countless feather blades hovered around Wu Yi, and the white feather fan stirred up a wave of feather blades, heading straight towards the Wrath of the First Dragon.

Suddenly, the entire valley was shaken. The earth-shaking pressure made it impossible to tell who was coming from. One could only see two figures hanging high in the sky and two terrifying energies colliding.