Transmigration begins with archery training

He estimated.

Even if Chen Sanshi really killed Yuwen Jingwen, he wouldn't be able to face so many martial saints and sorcerers afterward.

But we've come this far.

Worthy of admiration!

"General Chen, you are truly a valiant general and a loyal minister."

Cao Huan looked down at the marching route of the Hongze Camp, which started from Tiger Hill and went all the way north. It was as if he could see them marching through the storm and personally feel their determination.

Even if it's ultimately a futile effort to shake a tree, it's still a respectable ant.

"General Fang, you are right."

He breathed a sigh of relief: "No matter what the outcome, with General Chen's Hongze Battalion there, there is still a glimmer of hope."

……

Luotian Mountains.

Defensive barrier.

Master Deng looked up at the blood mist that was getting closer and closer to the ground, and he felt a little panicked.

He gritted his teeth and threatened, "You are already facing death, and you still haven't come to your senses? In at most thirty days, the Blood Sacrifice Array will be completely detonated. At that time, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you will all become nourishment for the revival of the evil veins!"

Blood Sacrifice Array.

If there are no disruptions, it should be completed within twenty days.

If one of the main array's key points is destroyed, the speed will slow down many times over.

Even so, it's almost time to complete the task.

"You fart!"

Wen Zhi cursed, "We still have tens of thousands of troops outside! You're definitely going to fail at the last minute!"

"madness!"

Master Deng sneered, "Are you referring to that mortal named Chen Sanshi who led a mere ten thousand people to their deaths? Or are you referring to a Transcendent Martial Artist surnamed Lü who went to Youzhou?"

"it's useless.

"How slow is the movement of a mortal army? It simply doesn't have enough time."

Sun Xiangzong!

"I'll give you one last chance. Why continue to serve this mortal emperor? Why not take your family and leave with us? We'll use the Blood Pill to extend your life for a few more years so you can live out your remaining years in peace and comfort. Wouldn't that be better?!"

In front of them.

The old man simply sat cross-legged to recuperate and ignored him.

"Don't waste your efforts!"

Shao Yujing cursed, "I already said, if we die, you'll die with us!"

"Your deaths are certain, but my fate is not so certain..."

"Om-"

The words have not yet fallen.

The communication talisman in Master Deng's arms reacted. He heard the words entering his ears, and a slight surprise flashed in his pupils, but it was quickly covered by contempt.

That mortal surnamed Chen.

He actually killed a martial artist at the peak of the Transcendent Realm all by himself.

"Ild!"

He looked at the leader of the Witch God Cult beside him: "Did you all hear that? Your men can't be so useless that they can't even stop a mid-stage Transcendent Realm cultivator, can they?"

"Rest assured, Immortal Master!"

The leader of the Witch God Sect said confidently, "By the time he arrives, the army will have already completed the encirclement, the martial saints of each tribe will be there, and with the addition of my Witch God Sect's high priest, even if he has extraordinary abilities, he will not be able to get even half a step closer to Wolf Dwelling Mountain!"

"It better be so!"

Master Deng's voice was sinister: "If the evil veins cannot be revived, it will affect not only my ancient demon clan, but also you mortals of the celestial race. You will be forever stuck in the desert."

"I understand!"

The leader of the Witch God Cult repeatedly assured him.

……

While talking.

Several Imperial Guards skilled in light-footed martial arts arrived.

"His Majesty!"

"good news!"

"..."

Inside the big tent.

The Longqing Emperor sat on a futon, and the Longyuan Sword seemed to sense the blood sacrifice array, constantly humming.

He slowly opened his eyes, but instead of taking it, he said calmly, "Read it."

"Your Majesty, this..."

Because of his excitement, Grandpa Hou read the contents of the book in fits and starts.

"He actually crossed the Agate River."

The Longqing Emperor narrowed his eyes: "Xuanxiang killing the Martial Saint is indeed a first in the world."

He didn't comment much on this, but instead asked, "Where is Lü Ji?"

"We are currently attacking Licheng Prefecture, and there will be results within ten days!"

……

Youzhou.

Carp City.

Under the dark clouds.

With the aid of catapults, boulders rained down from the sky, turning countless barbarian soldiers into mincemeat. The sturdy city walls developed one huge breach after another, and fires broke out everywhere in the city, creating chaos. Corpses and smoke filled the air, making it a scene of hell on earth.

The siege by the Northern Liang army lasted for several days.

Fortunately, there are new developments every day, so we are not completely trapped outside the city.

Inside the Chinese army's tent.

Covered in blood, Lü Ji looked up at Fan Hailing, who had rushed in, and asked, "How is the situation?"

Fan Hailing replied, "Before Mr. Xu withdrew, he secretly left a hole in the north city wall, making it extremely vulnerable. After a few rounds of catapults, most of it collapsed, and the barbarians couldn't repair it!"

"Good, Mr. Xu, well done!"

Lü Ji praised him, then picked up his halberd.

"General Pei!"

"General Fan!"

"Follow me, let's go up first!"

"..."

"kill--"

"Kill--"

"..."

Like a black tide, the Northern Liang cavalry charged madly toward the city. At the forefront were three generals: one as imposing as a mountain, holding a halberd; another dragging a broadsword, a half-smile playing on his lips; and the third, without a horse, wielding a longsword, leaping dozens of feet in a single bound.

"General!"

"Lu Ji and his men are charging in!"

"Get this going!"

"..."

"boom--"

Two barbarian martial saints remained within the city.

They fought each other.

The surge of true energy killed hundreds of soldiers in the aftershocks alone.

The city walls were already in a dilapidated state.

After a short while, it finally collapsed with a crash.

Pei Tiannan and Fan Hailing joined forces to suppress one person.

Lü Ji then faced off alone against a barbarian Murong clan martial saint wielding twin swords.

Each strike of the halberd resembled a dragon or an elephant, its power exceeding ten thousand jun (a unit of weight), pressing down on the double-sword martial saint so much that he couldn't lift his head and retreated step by step. Blood gushed from the tiger's mouth of his hands that were gripping the swords, and he was on the verge of losing his grip on his weapons.

After ten rounds.

Both sides increased their distance from each other.

Lu Ji sprinted forward, suddenly thrusting his halberd into the ground. He then leaped into the air like a dragon or elephant, pulled out the halberd, and then crashed down from a height of tens of feet.

"Rumble--"

This time.

Murong Wusheng could no longer hold back, and could no longer grip his twin blades. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing dozens of soldiers to death before crashing through the barricades and landing heavily. Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth like a spring.

Both are martial saints.

But this man couldn't last ten rounds against Lü Ji!

Saw this scene.

The barbarian soldiers were all gripped by immense panic.

Lu Ji made another move, intending to use his domineering true energy to take Murong Wusheng's life directly.

Just now.

Suddenly, a beam of red light shot down from the sky.

"Ok?"

Lü Ji immediately changed direction, and his halberd collided with the red light.

In an instant.