Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

The bodies lying on the ground had their eyes wide open, expressions of pain and fear frozen on their faces.

It was as if he saw something extremely terrifying before he died.

The blood dyed the surrounding soil red, forming a series of shocking red patches.

There's a war going on here? Whose army is this?

Chengfeng carefully scanned the corpses on the ground and found that they were all dressed the same and were obviously from the same army.

"Senior brother?"

Suddenly, Chengfeng's eyes stopped on a half-dead body on the ground.

Although the upper body of the corpse was covered in blood, the remaining facial features showed a striking resemblance to that of Senior Brother Wang Yue.

Chengfeng's heart suddenly tightened and he could hardly believe his eyes.

He hurried forward, squatted down, and gently brushed away the messy hair on the corpse's face with his hand, so that he could see the face clearly.

Although that face was very similar to that of Senior Brother Wang Yue, upon closer inspection, there were still some differences.

It wasn’t Wang Yue. Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease, and he carefully looked around.

A heavy atmosphere permeated the valley. More than 200 bodies in military uniforms were scattered on the ground, silently telling of the tragedy here.

Whose army was this? Why did they abandon more than 200 bodies and not care about them?

He walked slowly along the wind, observing the environment here, trying to find a clue from this chaotic scene.

After walking for a while, they came to a valley covered with weeds. In the valley, there were several mutilated bodies of soldiers scattered around.

Those corpses were actually split in half from head to buttocks, with extremely cruel means.

Chengfeng was shocked, this method was truly terrifying, who had such great power?

What kind of weapon did that person use to hack these armored soldiers into pieces like this?

Just as I was wondering, suddenly, an angry roar broke the silence around me.

"This general will fight you to death!"

A breeze blew, causing the surrounding leaves and grass to rustle.

And this sound seemed unusually harsh in the quiet canyon.

Chengfeng's heart moved and he looked in the direction where the sound came from.

On a small path not far from the small valley, a soldier riding a tall white horse was fighting fiercely with a huge black figure.

The soldier was wearing silver-white armor, his face was handsome and resolute, and his eyes were flashing with unyielding anger.

He held a silver spear in his hand. The spear was slender and flashing with cold light, like a silver snake dancing in the air.

His movements were swift and agile, and every time he swung the gun, there was a fierce murderous intent.

At the edge of the battlefield, a lone prison van was parked on the side of the road, with a monk in his sixties imprisoned in the van.

The monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and sat quietly, paying no attention to the noise and fighting in the outside world.

At the foot of the prison van, the bodies of dead soldiers were lying in a mess, and the ground was covered with blood.

The tall black shadow who had been fighting fiercely with the white horse soldiers had now turned around.

Seeing the black shadow, Chengfeng was shocked.

It was not a person, but a huge black mantis.

Its body is more than three meters tall, with a huge bulging belly, like a giant kangaroo.

The mantis has a sharp head, two compound eyes that flash with a faint light, and its forelimbs are like two huge and sharp sickles.

Amidst the flashing cold light, every swing was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, with incredible power.

The mantis appeared extremely ferocious on the battlefield, constantly attacking the white horse soldiers.

Every attack is powerful and full of might.

Although the White Horse Soldier's marksmanship was superb and sharp and agile, he seemed powerless in the face of this extremely ferocious monster.

The two huge sickles on the mantis' chest are extremely hard and powerful.

Its attacks were swift and agile, and no amount of human practice could match them.

As the battle continued, the White Horse soldiers' bodies were gradually covered with scars, and their armor was stained red with blood.

If it weren't for his armor being different from that of ordinary people, he would have been beheaded by now.

Chengfeng clearly felt that the soldier was running out of strength. Every attack he launched now seemed messy and even breathing became difficult.

He was breathing heavily, and sweat was already beading on his forehead.

As fellow human beings, Chengfeng feels sympathy for each other.

Thinking of the time when he was chased by a mandrill, he couldn't help but worry about the fate of the sergeant.

If rescued in time, the soldier would probably have died.

Although Chengfeng is not fearless, he is not a coward either.

Every time he thought about how miserable he was when he was chased by a mandrill and how he was laughed at by his senior brother Wang Yue, he still felt a sense of shame in his heart.

Just as the giant mantis swung its scythe swiftly, knocking the white horse soldier's helmet off.

Chengfeng quickly picked up a spear on the ground and rushed into the battlefield without hesitation. He grabbed the sergeant's arm and pulled him out of the mantis' attack range.

Upon seeing this, the black mantis let out a deafening scream, and its sickle-like forelimbs drew a sharp arc in the air.

The White Horse soldier's horse was shaken and took a few steps back.

The sergeant gritted his teeth and tried to steady his horse, but his expression revealed a hint of pain.

Seeing Chengfeng suddenly appear beside him, his eyes flashed with surprise and gratitude, "Who are you?"

"Yeyi, Chengfeng!" Chengfeng responded lightly, and then said no more, waving his gun and fighting with the black mantis.

Chengfeng's joining reduced the pressure on the white-clad soldiers by more than half.

During the battle, he still did not forget to thank Chengfeng.

"Thank you for your help, young man! I, Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong of Changshan, will never forget you!"

"You're welcome, brother!" Chengfeng blocked the mantis's swift knife and swung his gun towards the mantis' throat.

At this time, Zhao Yun's fame had not yet spread.

Chengfeng was not familiar with this name and waved to Zhao Yun.

"Brother, you are already injured. Please rest aside for now and let me deal with it!"

Zhao Yun saw that this young man's spear skills were outstanding and his aura was fierce and domineering, and he seemed to be even better than himself.

But it is difficult to let myself back down.

As a general who has experienced many battles, retreating on the battlefield is not his style.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and tried to calm the shock in his heart.

"Brother Chengfeng, I appreciate your kindness. But I, Zhao Zilong of Changshan, would rather die in battle than retreat. Today, you and I will fight side by side against the enemy together."

After saying that, he urged his horse and rushed towards the black mantis again.

The spear in his hand drew a silver arc in the air and pierced into the mantis's abdomen with a fierce momentum.

Chengfeng said nothing more and also rushed forward with his gun.

The combined power of their two guns increased greatly, and for a moment the mantis was a little flustered.

The black mantis let out an angry hiss and swung its sickle-like forelimbs wildly, trying to push the two men back.

Although Zhao Yun was injured, his spear skills were affected.

But with Chengfeng as the main force and his assistance, the attacks of the two became more and more fierce, constantly forcing the giant mantis to retreat.