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Chapter 583 The Agreement of Three Formations

There was a book in my previous life. The protagonist of the book was a persimmon, but the most outstanding character was a one-armed swordsman.

The swordsman has many famous battle records, one of which is very impressive.

One sword breaks two thousand six armors.

There were three thousand soldiers in front of Zhao Yushu.

This is a good opportunity to show off.

Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes and sighed. No, I can't pretend like this.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.

No matter who comes, it won't work.

I would feel a little exhausted if I had to deal with a hundred elite knights at once, and it would be impossible to handle three thousand at once.

"First formation, go!"

Cai Bang mounted his warhorse and waved his hand. A messenger under his command issued several orders in succession, and a group of Tibetan soldiers in leather armor came out. There seemed to be about two hundred of them.

The strange thing was that they did not have conventional weapons, no swords, no spears, not even bows and arrows.

Zhao Yushu frowned. How did these people want to fight?

Then he saw each of the men pull out something like a belt, and then reach to their waists, where a bulging leather bag was hanging.

The next moment, Zhao Yushu knew what they were doing.

Densely packed polished stones fell from the sky. This type of soldier, which had disappeared in the Central Plains for who knows how many years, was still the main force on the plateau. From a high vantage point, these heavy stones could cause greater damage to the highly armored Tang Dynasty troops than bows and arrows.

Tibetan stone-throwing soldiers.

Zhao Yushu had never been hit by stones in his two lives. Today was the first time he was hit by so many people at the same time. Not to mention how much lethality these small stones would have on a seventh-level cultivator, just considering the visual effect, it was definitely very impactful.

Zhao Yushu moved. If he used the Thunder Step, he could escape from the area covered by the falling rocks in an instant, and then kill all the soldiers who were only wearing light armor in a short time.

But doing so would immediately create a mortal enemy with Cai Bang, and then he would have to kill all of these 3,000 soldiers alive and slaughter them in droves before he could be done with.

Zhao Yushu admits that he is not a saint, but he is definitely not a bloodthirsty person.

Zhao Yushu turned into a phantom.

He used the technique of fleeting glimpses to the extreme, dodging all the falling rocks in a very small area without moving his hands once from beginning to end.

After three consecutive rounds of falling rocks, Cai Bang's expression did not change, but if he had good physical skills, it would be unrealistic to ask him to retreat.

Zhao Yushu stood among a pile of rocks. When the opponent stopped attacking, he calmly took out his bow and arrow, bent the bow, put the arrow on it, and shot an arrow from a distance.

Cai Bang opened his eyes and saw a leather bag on the waist of a slinger fall to the ground.

The second arrow, the third arrow, Zhao Yushu held the bow still with his left hand, and pulled out arrow after arrow with his right hand, until the quiver was empty, Zhao Yushu breathed a sigh of relief.

Back when he was in Jiangning, his archery skills were only at the level of being able to shoot arrows, but as his cultivation level improved, with the help of spiritual power to lock, long-range attacks became as easy as cheating. However, the spiritual power would dissipate quickly after leaving the body, so normally not many cultivators would do this.

Cai Bang watched the leather bags of more than a dozen slingers fall to the ground one by one with a cold look in his eyes. If every arrow can fall into the bag, then naturally every arrow can take someone's life, or even his own life.

Cai Bang's face twitched, and he said loudly: "Li Gui, I, a Tubo man, am ready to die. Are you insulting me by doing this?"

Zhao Yushu looked at the angry faces of several soldiers whose stone bags were shot down by him, and realized that the style of the plateau should be a little different from that of the Central Plains.

"I don't like killing people. If the general wants his soldiers to die, please do it yourself."

Cai Bang snorted coldly: "You are a scholar from the Central Plains, you are indeed very kind and righteous. You won the first round. In the second round, go!"

The slingers retreated quickly, a heavy sound of footsteps was heard, and Zhao Yushu felt the ground shaking slightly.

Zhao Yushu looked at the team of soldiers rushing out of the formation. The special armor on them reminded Zhao Yushu of Miaoyinhai.

Miao Yinhai is followed by four sixth-level cultivators as guards. The most difficult one is the green-armored warrior, who has quick reactions, high defense, and is very loyal.

It’s just a pity that such a character would be killed by Nong Shouguang. It must be the underworld. If they really fought face to face, none of the four of them would be killed by a newcomer to the Seventh Heaven who was taking drugs.

The team in front of him, which consisted of only about a hundred people, was all wearing the same style of green armor as the guard, but without any spiritual power fluctuations.

"Qingtang Warrior?!"

Qingtang is now just a small tribe subordinate to Tubo, far less powerful than the Song Dynasty in the past, but the current Qingtang should not be underestimated.

Qingtang was famous for its outstanding smelting technology and its ability to endure hardships and fight tough battles. Even though they were few in number, they were always the first warriors of Tubo.

With only one hundred-man team, they can withstand the most difficult battle. If they win, they will advance all the way until the enemy's battle formation is completely defeated. If they lose, they will fight to the death and will never give up the line until the entire army is wiped out.

With a team like this, it would be very difficult to defeat them just by relying on skills like I did just now.

The Qingtang warriors each held a broadsword more than five feet long, and they stood in neat formation with solemn expressions.

They didn't run or shout, they just walked forward step by step. There were only a hundred of them, but to Zhao Yushu, they felt more like a green mountain range.

What a pity! Zhao Yushu threw the bow and arrow aside and drew out his spear.

No matter how powerful a mortal is, he is still just a mortal. He may be able to fight against cultivators within the third heaven, but when he reaches the seventh heaven, numbers and strength are meaningless.

As long as Zhao Yushu used his spiritual power, beating these warriors would be no different from beating the knights before, but he suddenly wanted to have a good fight with this group of powerful soldiers.

The sound of drums rang out, and Cai Bang actually started beating the war drums himself.

The commander's encouragement strongly stimulated the Qingtang warriors. As if they were given a shot of chicken blood, the warriors shouted and began to trot forward collectively.

Zhao Yushu also began to charge, fighting one against a hundred. If he was not a cultivator, his courage alone would be enough to impress people.

The two sides were not far apart and collided in just a few breaths.

The spear pierced into the warrior's knee and he fell to the ground.

A spear hit his knee, and a warrior screamed in pain and retreated.

A warrior died with his eyes open after a spear pierced his neck.

The war drums beat more and more rapidly, and the spears were like dragons, charging left and right in the jungle of long swords. Every moment, warriors fell to the ground, and every moment, the shouts were decreasing.

This is a pure showdown of force and a pure collision of skills.

Cai Bang felt his arms were a little sore. He could have fought on the battlefield with a war hammer for a whole day without feeling tired. Why did he feel tired after just beating the war drum for such a short time?

The drumbeats gradually died down, Cai Bang slowly stopped and threw away the drumstick.

All one hundred Qingtang warriors have fallen to the ground. Most of them are still moving, but a dozen of them will never stand up again.

Zhao Yushu threw away the broken spear and looked at Cai Bang, waiting for him to say something.

"In the second round, you still win."

Zhao Yushu nodded: "How many more rounds are there?"

Cai Bang hesitated.

"For a while."

Someone answered for him.

Cai Bang was startled and bowed with his hands clasped together.

A middle-aged woman came out from behind and said, "I am old and not good at fighting. I will not bully a young man like you. If you can make me move within ten moves, you will win."

Zhao Yushu looked at the seventh-level cultivator in front of him and smiled happily.

Finally, I don’t have to stop.