There were chaotic clouds flying through the sky, and occasionally a sword light like lightning swept by.

From this hill to Luoyang, there were many cultivators who sensed the faint fluctuation of aura.

A flat-topped stone mountain through which the official road passes is a hundred miles away from this hill, but even on this stone mountain, you can still clearly see the strange streamer.

There were only a few simple stone chambers on this flat-topped stone mountain, but as the aura fluctuations in the distance came, more and more cultivators came out of these stone chambers and converged on the top of this stone mountain, gradually gathering more than 100 people.

Most of these cultivators were young swordsmen in their twenties.

"Senior brother. ”

When a young man dressed in white appeared, the young cultivators bowed to him very respectfully.

This is the Changzhi Mountain Sect, which is one of the important sword sects of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

This place of practice will get a lot of cultivation resources from Luoyang every year, but in terms of recruiting disciples, there is no restriction on origin, as long as you can pass the three introductory tests of the Changzhi Mountain Sect, you can practice in the Changzhi Mountain Sect, but according to the practice of the Changzhi Mountain Sect, as long as the beginner disciples reach the age of twenty-five, they will no longer enjoy the ration of the sect's cultivation resources, and they must leave the Changzhi Mountain Sect, go to the border army to walk, and become a practitioner in the border army of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Because of these unique rules, the Changzhi Mountain Sect has always been a holy place in the minds of young practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty, even the children of many powerful families, even often ignore the opposition of the family, resolutely abandon the family arrangement, and enter the Changzhi Mountain Sect to practice.

In a sense, the Changzhi Mountain Sect is also a symbol of courage and self-reliance of young people in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

This white-clothed swordsman Xi Che, who was called his senior brother by many young talents of the Changzhi Mountain Sect, was one of the most famous geniuses among the younger generation of cultivators in the Northern Wei Dynasty. He gained the respect of these young cultivators in the Changzhi Mountain Sect, not only because his personal cultivation speed far surpassed the rest, but also because he was often able to solve the confusion they encountered in their practice, and in this regard, his ability even surpassed that of many teachers in the Changzhi Mountain Sect.

All the cultivators of the Changzhi Mountain Sect, whether it was those teachers or these young disciples, they all believed that if it weren't for the spiritual famine, then Xi Che should also be one of the fastest cultivators to cultivate from the Yellow Bud Realm to the Divine Mind Realm in the entire Northern Wei Dynasty for decades.

Xi Che bowed slightly to return the salute to these young swordsmen, he looked at the sword light in the distance but as sharp as lightning, his face gradually covered with a layer of frost, he said: "That should be the direction where the Huaizhou army is... I have never seen such a violent fluctuation of heaven and earth vitality, I don't know how many cultivators are desperately there, and I don't know how many magic weapons in the army are passively used. ”

All these young practitioners understood what he meant.

The Huaizhou army is desperate.

"Senior Brother Mu, they are also in the Huaizhou Army. ”

A young girl's timid voice rang out.

She was nervous, but everyone could hear her courage, "We rushed over, maybe we still have time to help." ”

"Let's go, go down the mountain. ”

Xi Che nodded, he didn't have any extra words.

Looking at the white figure that swept towards the bottom of the mountain first, all the other young swordsmen of the Changzhi Mountain Sect reacted quickly, and while they swept down the mountain, they had a little more respect for their senior brother in their hearts.

......

The carriage continued to move forward, gradually passing the official road on the side of the hill.

The Huaizhou army was constantly dying, and the crowd kept shooting towards the carriage like a tide, but the carriage was like a moving reef, and no matter how much it was beaten, it could not be destroyed.

In the midst of such storms, it seems that it can even exist for a thousand years.

Whether it was a cultivator wearing the heavy armor of the True Yuan, a swordsman with a flying sword, or an ordinary sergeant who rushed up directly with a sword, it was the same result when approaching this carriage.

Within three feet of the carriage's circumference, a dead realm was formed that could not be broken through.

When the True Yuan Heavy Armor approached the distance of three feet from the carriage, the light and flames in the armor became disordered, and thick plasma splattered out of the gaps in the armor, and then fell backwards.

As soon as the flying swords flew within three feet of the carriage, they suddenly lost control and flew towards their original owners, without exception.

The ordinary sergeants who rushed to the vicinity of the carriage naturally stopped beating and all fell to their deaths.

There were violent deaths, waves of blood and stumps brought out by flying swords, and the silent deaths of these ordinary sergeants.

It's just that with the death of those high-ranking generals first, after losing their command, this Huaizhou army did not stop dying.

Every cultivator or ordinary sergeant who rushed to the carriage knew that they couldn't seem to pose a threat to the Demon Sect, but they were eager to see how much it would take to make the cultivator in the carriage feel tired and exhaust his strength.

......

Between every few dozen breaths, hundreds of sergeants fell along the way of the carriage.

In this kind of death, no one deliberately counts the time and the number of deaths.

But the real situation is that in just half an hour, tens of thousands of sergeants and generals of the Huaizhou Army died on the road where the carriage was traveling.

Although most of the sergeants were simply forced to stop the beating of their hearts by the faint qi and died, the blood that flowed from the bodies of those generals, cultivators, and heavily armored soldiers gradually gathered into a stream and flowed towards the canals on both sides of the official road.

The aura of death and the gray air current, which ordinary cultivators could not perceive at all, continued to converge towards the carriage.

While this gray air flow blew through the carriage and headed towards the interior, it gradually left some breath and color on the carriage.

The color of this ordinary carriage gradually became richer, and the surface even shone with a layer of oil as unique as jade.

Even the two ordinary horses gradually turned gray, as if they had been infused with some kind of magical power, and their bodies began to exude a mysterious luster.

From time to time, people came on the road, and they were dyed by the heroic atmosphere of the Huaizhou army, and then they did not hesitate to plunge into this battle.

It's just that even if someone joins in from time to time, the tide around this carriage is still shrinking.

When this group of young cultivators from the Changzhi Mountain Sect rode fast horses and spent nearly two hours to catch up with the time, the battle continued, but all the people around the carriage added up, and there were only more than 10,000 left.

On the road behind the carriage, there were corpses lying on the back with no end in sight.

This road is like a corpse paved.

"It's the Demon Sect. ”

"Demon Sect... My lord...."

The later they arrived, the more they could maintain their sobriety and rational judgment, and these young cultivators of the Changzhi Mountain Sect paused for a few breaths after hearing the many loud shouts coming from the wind and figuring out what kind of presence was in the carriage.

They easily judged the speed at which the tide rushing towards the carriage was shrinking, and watching the deaths of those who rushed up, they were sure that at this rate, it would not take an hour for the tide around the carriage to disappear completely.

"Let's go. ”

Xi Che squinted at the carriage that seemed to be walking in hell, he didn't hesitate any longer, he looked back at all his fellow doors, and said in a cold voice: "If this carriage is destined to Luoyang next, if the Northern Wei Dynasty is destined to perish under the wheels of this carriage, then I hope you will keep some fire for the Northern Wei Dynasty." ”

After saying this, he patted his horse without hesitation and headed towards the tide ahead.