The fighting of two hundred thousand troops was as brutal as the Asura Hell.
Casualties on both sides were increasing.
The sound of war drums and shouts of death were heard.
The disciples of the Ming Cult and the Beggar Clan are all fighting hard for their beliefs.
From morning to noon, both sides felt tired and weak.
A smile appeared on Zhao Min's lips, it was time for the decisive battle!
"Signal Bowser!"
"Yes, Princess!"
Ma Tian Baojie placed the long box on his back on the ground.
He took out three thunderbolts as thick as a baby's arm and inserted them into the ground.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
The sky thunder was ignited and then flew high into the sky.
"Pah, pah, pah!"
The crackling sound of thunder resounded throughout the world.
"Master, Zhao Min's back attack has arrived. The moment of decisive battle has arrived. The victory or defeat depends on whether we can block it."
Xu Da shouted loudly at Lu Qingyun who was not far away.
"Don't worry, victory will definitely belong to Mingjiao!"
Lu Qingyun raised his fist and responded loudly.
The figures illuminated by the sun began to shift, the earth began to shake, and a blurry black shadow appeared on the horizon visible to the naked eye.
A few breaths later, the earth shook even more violently, and tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry appeared on the horizon with thunderous momentum.
Their attire is uniform, full of rugged and wild charm from head to toe.
They wore thick sheepskin coats and hard cowhide vests, which were their weapons against the cold.
Their helmets are like proud eagles on the grassland, with their feathers flying, which is a symbol of their fearlessness.
There are all kinds of iron weapons hung on the saddle, including arrows, scimitars and spears.
Tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry began to charge towards the battlefield, and the whole earth seemed to be shaking.
It was a shocking force, like a strong wind sweeping across the grassland, unstoppable.
"Five Sacred Sword Sect, the Five Elements Flag will follow me to defend against the enemy!"
Lu Qingyun roared, drew out the 'Zhenwu Sword', and flew out like lightning.
Yang Yaoqin tiptoed at the same time and flew out.
Master Dingyi drew out his long sword and shouted at the Hengshan disciples behind him: "Follow me to kill the Tatars!"
"Kill the Tartars!"
The martial arts coalition composed of the Wuyue Sword Sect and the Five Elements Banner followed Lu Qingyun and rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry that was galloping towards them.
The speed of their attack was not slow at all. In just a few breaths, they were less than 200 steps away from the Mongolian cavalry.
Lu Qingyun and Yang Yaoqin were very fast, only fifty steps away from the Mongolian cavalry.
"Fire the arrow!"
Bowser drew his scimitar and pointed it at the two people who were speeding towards him and roared loudly.
The arrows streaked across the night sky like meteors, accurately hitting their target.
Lu Qingyun and Yang Yaoqin were flying in the air, and the sword energy of the Zhenwu Sword and the Ziwei Soft Sword chopped the incoming arrows into pieces one after another.
"Jia La is not kind, lead your tribe's warriors to form a spear formation and entangle the two people in front!"
Bowser was certain that the men and women in front must be highly cultivated, and they could not be allowed to hold back the pace of the army.
His mission is to lead the cavalry into the battlefield and deliver the final blow to the Ming Cult.
"Yes, sir!" Jiala Fuji responded loudly, then roared at the tribal warriors behind him, "Warriors of the Jiala tribe, form a spear forest!"
The five thousand Mongolian cavalry behind Jia La Fuji hung up their crossbows and took off their spears to form a spear attack group.
Five thousand spears were pointed forward intensively, charging towards Lu Qingyun and Yang Yaoqin.
"Reinforcements, brothers, our reinforcements have arrived, kill all the Demon Cult!"
Qian Daguang waved his long knife and roared.
After the Beggar Clan disciples heard this, their expressions became excited, and their weak bodies seemed to be infused with strength again.
Fighting becomes brave.
On the other hand, the Mingjiao side became nervous and timid after hearing the shouts of the Beggar Clan disciples.
Chang Yuchun and other leading generals have rich experience and can understand this situation when they see it.
If morale cannot be boosted, this war will be lost.
"Disciples of the Ming Cult, they have reinforcements, and so do we!"
Chang Yuchun slashed two Beggar Clan disciples to death one after another with his long sword and roared: "Our leader, Lu, is invincible. With him and the masters of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, it is useless to have more Tatar cavalry."
"Did you see that Master Lu is taking the lead and killing the enemy on the battlefield with us?"
While the Ming Cult disciples were fighting with the Beggar Clan disciples, they secretly looked ahead in the air.
When they saw Lu Qingyun with sword aura in the air, everyone was in high spirits.
"The leader is with us!"
Seeing the recovery of morale, Chang Yuchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief this time.
"Qin'er, give it a try!"
Lu Qingyun's figure flashed in mid-air and rushed into the Mongolian cavalry formation.
The 'Zhenwu Sword' in his hand kept waving, and the sword energy surged.
Like the god of death wielding a scythe to harvest the souls of the dead, he beheaded the approaching Mongolian cavalry.
"good!"
Yang Yaoqin shook the crape myrtle soft sword and followed him in to kill.
As the figures shuttled back and forth, the Mongolian cavalry kept falling.
Kuba had no intention of paying attention to Jia La Fuji, and led the remaining 25,000 Mongolian cavalry towards the Wuyue Sword Sect.
The Wuyue Sword Sect had no formation and was relatively scattered, so Bowser could not use the spear formation, so he had to draw his scimitar and shouted:
"Warriors of the grassland, kill all the Han people in front of you, and follow the princess to rebuild the glory of our Great Yuan Empire!"
"Kill all the Han people!"
The Mongolian cavalry raised their swords and guns, causing a cold light as they danced.
Their horses' hooves were like a violent storm, sweeping over them with a heart-stopping momentum.
The charge of this Mongolian cavalry was as shocking as a huge wave hitting a rock.
"kill!"
Master Dingyi shouted angrily and took the lead in rushing towards the Mongolian cavalry.
Huashan Ningzhongze, Hengshan Liu Zhengfeng, Taishan Yuzhongzi, and Songshan Luodenuo followed closely behind.
The disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect followed their respective masters and rushed into the Mongolian cavalry camp.
The sword light flashed, intersecting with the arrows and swords of the Mongolian cavalry.
Their swordsmanship was brought to its fullest, forming an impenetrable sword network in an attempt to block the charge of the Mongolian cavalry.
"Hold your position! We can't let them break through our defense line!" Master Dingyi pointed the tip of her sword at the Mongolian cavalry in front, and her words were full of determination.
"For the glory of the Five Mountains, we will never retreat!" Liu Zhengfeng, the leader of the Hengshan Sect, tightened his sword in his hand and faced the Mongolian cavalry with a firm gaze.
"Life or death is determined by heaven, but the Tatars will never advance even half a step!" Laudno, the leader of the Songshan Sect, walked steadily, and the long sword in his hand was like a shooting star, accurately repelling waves of Mongolian cavalry.
"Where the sword is, the person is alive, but if the sword dies, the person will die!" Ning Zhong, the head of the Huashan Sect, waved the sword in her hand, her eyes full of determination.
In this fierce battle, the members of the Wuyue Sword Sect used their swords and faith to resist the charge of the Mongolian cavalry.
Their dialogue was full of determination and courage, demonstrating their tenacity and perseverance.
Despite facing the charge of tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, they still held on to their faith and honor and fought until the last moment.
Kuba saw signs that the cavalry in front was being held back, leaving 10,000 men and horses to fight with the Wuyue Sword Sect. He immediately led the 15,000 men and horses behind him to take a detour.
Fifteen thousand Mongolian cavalry bypassed the Five Mountains Sword Sect, but unexpectedly the Mingjiao Five Elements Flag appeared in front.
The Five Elements Flags were not as scattered as the Five Mountains Sword Sect. They formed the Five Elements Formation and blocked the path of the Mongolian cavalry.
If the Mongolian cavalry wants to rush into the fighting battlefield behind them, they must break through the Five Elements Formation.
"Lance Formation!"
Bowser roared again.
Five thousand Mongolian cavalry charged towards the Five Elements Formation with their long spears drawn.
"shoot!"
The Mongolian cavalry behind them picked up their crossbows and fired at the Five Elements Flag.
"Shield up!" Zhuang Zheng, the leader of the Ruijin Banner, roared.
Countless shields were erected, forming a huge shield array to withstand the incoming arrows.
"It's a small trick!" Kuba showed disdain, "Warrior of the grassland, let the Han people have a taste of our spears!"
"Kill all the Han people!"
Five thousand cavalrymen with spears rushed towards the shield raised by Ruijin Banner.
