Transmigration begins with archery training

But at the same time.

Within his heart, the long-dormant shrine began to awaken under the stimulation, emitting a blood-red light through the white robe, as if a fiery sun was hidden beneath Chen Sanshi's chest!

mind!

His name was Huanyangchang, his courtesy name was Daoming, he was nine inches tall, and he wore red clothes!

[Cultivation Technique: Dragon Scripture (Early Stage of True Power)]

【Progress: 188/500】

Of the eight scenic wonders in central Taiwan, three are open to the public.

The medicinal power of this second-tier pill is indeed quite strong.

Chen Sanshi estimated that it could help him shorten his cultivation time by at least one-third.

and.

Each time a new scenic deity is revealed, its power increases by one point.

Previously, they had a hard time against the combined forces of four people.

But now, that may not be the case!

Even more so, if one or two more scenic gods were to be opened, they might be able to kill all four of them at once!

"Commander!"

"enemy!"

Feng Yong climbed the city wall and hurriedly reported: "The scouts ahead have reported that the 200,000-strong army of Chunqiu Prefecture has come out in full force and set up camp 50 miles away!"

Shortly after the news came.

The entire city began to tremble, and earth-shattering war drums sounded.

The Central Plains army, like a tsunami, appeared on the horizon and then rapidly approached.

Unlike the Northern Liang army, which traveled lightly.

The Central Plains army was fully equipped with troops, supplies, and weapons!

The siege engines lined up were like moving mountains, and the siege ladders behind them were even more numerous, not to mention other siege engines such as siege towers and wooden canopies.

"The soldiers of Hongze Camp!"

Chen Sanshi climbed the city wall and raised his arm to shout:

"Don't panic!"

"We are not fighting alone!"

"The brothers of the Northern Liang army are also fighting alongside us in Yunzhou!"

"They will be here soon!"

"They will march all the way to Hongdu Prefecture!"

"At that time, the enemy's 200,000-strong army will be wiped out in the blink of an eye!"

"Our Hongze Camp! Our Northern Liang Army! We have never suffered a defeat!"

"I didn't used to!"

"Not now!"

"Grip your weapons tight!"

"Follow me, and kill the enemy!"

The storage ring flashed with a magical light.

A set of ancient, jet-black armor suddenly appeared on Chen Sanshi's body, covering his white robe below. Only a pair of sharp pupils were visible above the ferocious mask.

"Fire element!!!"

"boom!"

Flames erupted from the pupils beneath the mask, quickly engulfing his entire body until he was completely consumed by the flames. The Dragon Gallant Silver Spear in his hand transformed into a fire dragon that coiled around him.

"Kill the enemy—"

The war is about to start.

On the city wall, which is several meters high.

Chen Sanshi did not wait for the enemy to reach the city. Instead, he suddenly took off into the air with rolling flames. When the black tide of enemy troops was still about 500 paces away from the city wall, he suddenly fell to the ground like a meteor from outer space.

"Rumble--"

After a violent tremor, a huge meteorite crater was left outside the city gate. Fragments of earth flew everywhere, sand and gravel filled the air, and amidst the billowing smoke, a figure in black armor stood amidst a coiling fire dragon. Runes on the armor flowed and shone brightly.

"Those who take a step forward—"

"die!!!"

The word "death" is like an arrow piercing the heart.

The advance of the 200,000-strong army was brought to an abrupt halt, and heavy siege engines such as siege engines and ladders came to a sudden stop as if they had crashed into an impenetrable wall.

One person, one gun.

They drove off an army of 200,000!

Two hundred thousand soldiers, yet not one dared to advance another!

"I have seven thousand garrison troops in my city, while you have a mere two hundred thousand. Why don't you surrender?!"

Chen Sanshi spoke again, his voice booming like thunder:

"We are comrades!"

"It is only because the court is corrupt and treacherous officials are in power that we have no choice but to confront each other with military force again!"

"I have no intention of killing. Why don't you lay down your weapons, turn around, and join my Northern Liang cavalry to fight our way to the outskirts of Chang'an and restore peace and order to this world?!"

The battlefield was deathly silent.

The soldiers from the Central Plains looked at each other, then began to whisper among themselves, their conversation unreadable.

"Don't listen to the nonsense of this traitorous minister!"

Only when the resounding sounds of battle filled the battlefield did the morale of the troops regain its composure.

I saw.

Above the army.

There was a small boat that could actually fly through the air.

Prince Cao Rong of Zhennan, Li He, Dao Xuan Sanren, and Ling Yun stood together on a small boat and quickly rushed to the front battlefield.

"A bunch of idiots!"

"There are only a mere seven thousand people in the city, what are you afraid of?!"

"..."

Hear this.

The soldiers from the Central Plains finally came to their senses.

Yup!

The man surnamed Chen himself said that there are only 7,000 people in the city, while they have 200,000 brothers. What are they afraid of?!

That's a bit too disrespectful of them!

For a while.

They were all somewhat annoyed.

Are the men of the Central Plains cowards?!

"You all just focus on attacking the city!"

"We'll deal with Chen Sanshi!"

"The first to ascend will be granted a marquisate! The title will be hereditary! Furthermore, the imperial court will continue to provide resources until a Martial Saint emerges within the clan!"

He who first ascends to the highest rank shall be granted a title!

Add to that the anger of being humiliated.

The soldiers of the Central Plains finally unleashed their boundless killing intent.

"kill--"

"Kill the traitors—"

"..."

The army advanced again, the mountain-like machinery began to move once more, and all of this formed a black tsunami that suddenly erupted and engulfed the towering city walls.

But amidst the black tide, a bright flame shone exceptionally, like a stubborn rock in a turbulent current, parting the tide and leaving only scorched earth in its wake.

But one man could not stop hundreds of thousands of troops from surging towards the city walls from other directions, and a fierce battle was inevitable in the end.

On the flying boat.

Prince Cao Rong of Zhennan was the first to attack, leaping directly from a height of a hundred feet, raising his blunt broadsword high. During the leap, he practiced the Dragon Scripture in reverse, and the deformed lower eight divine formations continuously generated evil energy, which was poured into the surface of the broadsword. The evil energy rose steadily until it covered the sky and the sun, transforming into a pitch-black mountain with no end in sight, which finally crashed down on the black-armored general on the ground.

It was as if the gods in the heavens were angry, so they used their supreme divine powers to descend the Nine Yin Black Mountain to suppress those who were causing trouble in the mortal world.

But ordinary people are unyielding.

A fiery dragon soared into the sky and crashed into the bottom of Black Mountain, seemingly threatening to shatter the mountain. At that moment, the others also made their move.

The martial arts master Ling Yun drew his longsword from his sleeve, its sharpness unseen, only the surging waters of the mighty river appearing to pour down. This was the Heavenly River Sword Technique of the Ling family of Tianshui, a true testament to the power of the sword within a sleeve!

"呲呲-"

The waterfall-like water-based true energy poured onto the fire dragon, immediately and effectively weakening its power. This prevented the black mountain composed of malevolent energy from collapsing immediately, and still restricted Chen Sanshi's movements.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li He made a hand seal and chanted an incantation, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the sword blade. Instantly, a bright red light shone out, and his magical power became even more vigorous and vast, transforming into an illusory sharp edge that was more than ten feet long.

This is the "Blood Curse," a life-or-death technique that comes at the cost of damaging one's foundation.