My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 641 - 212 Flaw_5

But it was the same as before.

Han Xiang simply didn't engage in a fight to the death with him, instead using talismans and spells to defend and evade, unable to get the better of his opponent.

Wang Jun could only watch helplessly as the other side re-deployed their troops.

...

The two armies faced off.

The Sheng Left Army met the West Qi Right Army.

Not long after the battle began.

The West Qi Central Army led the main attack, while the Right Army was conservative in their offense, not pushing too far in.

Zhang Chong'an, in command of seventy thousand soldiers of the West Qi Right Army, was also a Martial Saint.

In this great battle, the West Qi Kingdom deployed over three hundred thousand soldiers; aside from those needed to protect the capital and other necessary deployments, all the troops were mobilized. It was natural that Zhong Wuxin wouldn't be the only Martial Saint.

Apart from him, there were also two Qi Refining Middle Stage Practitioners and one True Power Realm Martial Cultivator who had recently arrived at the Eastern Continent to join the fight.

Zhang Chong'an ordered the Vanguard Army to set up a Formation for defense to buy time while he himself stayed inside his tent, not making any rash moves.

This was also an order from the Military Immortal.

However, not long after the battle started.

Bad news came from the front.

"General!"

"It's bad!"

"Our formation in the front has been broken!"

"..."

"Nonsense!"

Zhang Chong'an cursed angrily, "My plans are flawless; with the Immortal Master at the forefront, how could it have been scattered so quickly?!"

In large-scale army head-to-head combat like this.

It's usually the case that.

The commanding generals of both sides, the "brains" of the two armies, would not rashly lead a charge into battle; they would have the frontline troops start fighting first and wait until the situation was clear before personally entering the fray.

After all, if the commander dies, it can easily lead to chaos.

"General, it's true!"

Due to extreme panic, his subordinate was almost incoherent: "The Sheng people's Left Army is extremely fierce; their generals are gathered, and we simply can't hold them back. Master Zhuang who was in the front... has been slain!"

"How could this be?!"

Zhang Chong'an's complexion changed, and he asked solemnly, "How many of them are there?"

"Don't know, don't know!"

The subordinate pointed tremulously towards the front and said with a break in his voice: "There seemed to be at least six with Martial Saint Level combat strength!"

"Six? Could it be their main force?"

Zhang Chong'an paced back and forth, trying to conceal his anxiety, "That's not right, the Central Army just relayed information confirming Chen Sansi is with them. Did they move their main force to the Right Army? Are they courting death?

"Quick!

"Bring me my horse!"

He said as he mounted his horse, gathered his weapon, and rallied the generals and cultivators to rush towards the front.

The vast war stretched for dozens of miles.

Even if a problem arose, it wouldn't be possible to rush to the scene immediately.

"Kill——"

However.

The speed of the defeat at the front far exceeded Zhang Chong'an's expectations. Before he could reach his position, he saw the retreating forces of his own army and the Dasheng soldiers enveloped in a cloud of dust with a sky-shaking battle cry.

"Brothers!"

"Kill——"

"Kill——"

Wei Xuan charged on his horse, his Giant Blade swinging down like splattering ink each time.

By his side, Song Guizhi held a long stick that looked like jade, equally sweeping through the enemy ranks.

Wang Zhi, Chu Shixiong, and the Dasheng cultivators followed closely behind, invincible in their advance, breaking through several battle formations in succession.

Qu Yuanxiang maneuvered his flying sword to harvest lives when suddenly a True Power Realm Martial Cultivator appeared in front.

This Martial Cultivator with an average appearance looked around forty, moving with the same ferocity as a tiger descending a mountain, leaping into the air and throwing punches without a weapon, twisting the air with layers of True Power on his fists, landing a punch that could shake mountains.

Qu Yuanxiang, with sharp reflexes, noticed the commotion on his flank and promptly crushed a talisman, summoning a Protective Golden Light in front of him.

"Crack——"

Under the surge of True Power, the Golden Light Shield shattered, but it successfully blocked the punch.

"You lowlife, meet your death!"

Qu Yuanxiang, distressed over the loss of the top-grade talisman, took advantage of his opponent's attack to maneuver his flying sword towards the other's arm in a swift stroke.

"Clang——"

However, when the flying sword fell on the arm, there was no True Power protection and no blood or gore, only the clear sound of metal clashing.

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The sleeves of the Martial Cultivator's robe split open.

An array of thick golden rings were revealed on his wrist, each looking like pure gold ornaments, glowing with purple runes and brilliant golden light intertwining with each other when endowed with True Power.

True Power Weapon!

"Ominous rumble——"

Driven by True Power, the golden rings burst forth incessantly, each strike like a Siege Giant Hammer, filled with an unstoppable force.

Qu Yuanxiang, caught off guard, hastily raised his flying sword to block.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

In a succession of metallic clangs, he staggered back dozens of feet.

The Martial Cultivator didn't give him a chance to breathe, retracting the golden rings to his arms, swinging his fists that beamed with golden light like two dazzling suns, indescribably powerful!

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Qu Yuanxiang, undaunted.

Both combatants were on equal footing and unleashed all their skills, entering a fierce battle.

As the highest combat powers were locked in a stalemate.

However, the Dasheng side had more Martial Saints and Qi Refining Middle Stage Practitioners, still sweeping forward with an overwhelming advantage.

The two cultivators brought by Zhang Chong'an who flew on swords quickly died and were wounded under the group assault.

He was no exception, unable to withstand Wei Xuan's splattering eighteen slashes.

"Kill——"

Chu Shixiong roared, "Drive into Gravel River, and the three hundred thousand army of West Qi will surely collapse like a crumbling mountain!"