The foreign chiefs drove south, and wherever they passed, beacon smoke rose from the west.
This invasion from the south is nothing like the past.
The Daliao, Dajin, Xixia and other regimes, under the command of Beimang, dug mountains and cleared roads, crossed several great passes in the Central Plains, and entered the hinterland first.
They even divided the army and horses from the north and south to attack Xiangyang City in the Song Dynasty.
For more than ten days, I and the soldiers and horses from the Central Plains made several advances and retreats under the city, engaging in countless fierce battles, with each side winning or losing.
However, the reason why Xiangyang City was able to maintain the fighting situation for a short time under the sudden siege of millions of troops and horses was because the man who defended the city was an unparalleled great master in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.
Guo Jing.
Guo Jing and his wife had guarded Xiangyang for many years and did not dare to slack off at all. During the years of disputes, they did not delay their martial arts practice at all.
He is also unique in front-line battles, fighting instead of cultivating. Over the years, he has become more and more courageous in battles, and he is already the first-class figure in the Grand Master Realm.
But even so, the Central Plains was also caught off guard by Beimang's sudden invasion.
Even if Xiangyang City's defenses are complete, facing dozens of Beimang Grand Masters' attacks in turn, its fall is only a matter of time.
Therefore, even though the martial arts masters in the Central Plains are aloof and indifferent to worldly affairs, they also know that this battle is of great importance.
The survival of Kyushu, whether Han or Hu, will all be decided in one battle.
Everyone couldn't help but have the slightest bit of sectarian prejudice.
Zhou Xuanxin walked with his sword, but he saw that all the sects and sects along the way were organizing chariots and horses.
Some transport weapon drugs.
Some sent their disciples to the front lines.
Some are used to transport grain and fodder.
The entire Kyushu Central Plains suddenly became busy preparing for war.
Zhou Xuanxin did not dare to delay and drove forward first.
In just half a day, we crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and arrived at the outskirts of Xiangyang.
I could only hear the sound of horns one after another, and the shouts of killing and shouting for the sky and the earth.
Looking from a distance, one can see thousands of camps and bases, flags fluttering, swords and halberds like a forest, and iron armour.
Xiangyang City seemed to be trapped in heavy sand and dust.
Beimang's army is surrounded!
Even Zhou Xuanxin couldn't help but feel horrified when he saw such a formation.
The army of millions of tigers and wolves lies in the hinterland of Kyushu.
The rise and fall of the Central Plains depends solely on whether this strong city can be maintained.
Zhou Xuanxin only took a few glances and couldn't help but sigh that the commander of this army and horse was an unparalleled general.
Just because Beimang went south this time, they came by force with the help of a group of foreign great masters who showed their unique skills and moved mountains and seas.
Only then did they avoid the scouts and reports from a group of elite soldiers such as the Red Flame Army and the Beiliang Army.
But if millions of troops and horses suddenly appear in the Central Plains, the Western army will inevitably return to defend the king.
By that time, even if Beimang has a million-strong army with countless experts in the army, they will only be surrounded by people at the core, and they will not be able to escape the fate of being beheaded.
However, the commander of this army and horse is extremely extraordinary.
Even at the expense of weakening the front army, a group of great masters were sent to guard the rear army passes to prevent King Qin's troops from approaching.
It should be noted that for ordinary military horses, no matter how elite they are in training, they are nothing more than a mob in the eyes of the Grand Master.
Only a few great masters can withstand tens of thousands of troops.
This is precisely the reason why no reinforcements arrived from the west after more than ten days of fierce fighting at the city.
Zhou Xuanxin looked at the sound of killing below the city, and it was obvious that the battle situation was tense at this moment.
"The enemy's force is strong. If we join the frontal battlefield at this moment, I'm afraid we will inevitably be entangled by Beimang's masters."
"It's better to wait until nightfall and see what's going on in Beimang's army."
Even so, I still feel anxious in my heart.
Wait until the sky becomes dark and the silver moon rises.
The beacon smoke under the city gradually fell into silence.
On this day of fighting, countless good men were lost in the bloody battle.
Zhou Xuanxin jumped up and entered the military camp.
But I saw that although Beimang's army numbered one million, the camps were strictly divided and well-regulated.
The layers are stacked on top of each other, looking at each other, like a huge iron chain, lying on the Shenzhou.
Zhou Xuanxin couldn't help but feel frightened secretly.
"Such a military strength must be guided by experts. Not to mention the many experts sitting in command. With the formation of thousands of camps and bases, how can the Xiangyang defenders counterattack and drive away the enemy?"
He checked around, but the millions of military tents were no small matter, stretching hundreds of miles away.
Finally, halfway through the search, he was discovered by a night patrol team.
The army was beating drums and blowing trumpets, and immediately the centurions from the West Branch surrounded them.
But the rest of the military camps were as quiet as ever, without any sound or panic.
The hundreds of people who came up from the west were actually unusual soldiers. Instead, they all walked lightly and were obviously martial arts practitioners.
It turns out that in addition to dozens of great masters, there are countless first- and second-grade masters in the Beimang army.
This Western Centurion Team is composed entirely of first-class masters!
Zhou Xuanxin didn't show any panic at all. He reached out and grabbed two spears.
At this point in his cultivation, all weapons in the world are no longer limited to long swords. Even if he has never practiced using a spear, holding it in his hand is like the power of two dragons fighting against a hyena.
Even though dozens of spears were stabbing and hundreds of swords were slashing around him, Beimang masters kept vomiting blood and retreating, and no one came even close to Zhou Xuanxin's body.
Suddenly, both guns were broken, and there were hundreds of corpses lying around.
The wind from Zhou Xuanxin's palm was everywhere, like chopping waves. With just one blast, blood mist spurted out.
It's just that Beimang fought fiercely and relied on the crowd to encircle them.
Zhou Xuanxin laughed out loud when he saw Beimang's army acting like this.
"Okay, okay, you are much more courageous than those Japanese!"
But despite his words, the strong wind under his palm kept roaring.
As far as the palm could reach, there was another bloody mess.
Suddenly, Zhou Xuanxin stood up, his white clothes were whiter than the snow, his eyebrows were like paintings, and he looked a little bit out of place in this blood-stained military camp.
But when he suddenly pulled up his body, he saw dozens of figures suddenly appear from the Western Zhou Dynasty.
It is quite different compared to those first-grade soldiers.
The whole body is filled with different auras, but they are all extremely powerful.
Although they have different auras and are obviously not from the same school, they are all masters who are no less than the highest level.
Zhou Xuanxin secretly marveled at Beimang's ability to integrate the various ethnic groups in the north.
I am even more worried about the future of Xiangyang.
I saw a few fierce glints flashing in his eyes.
The whole body's gas state changed, and murderous intent suddenly rose into the sky. This was the technique used to suppress the prison and break the sky.
In an instant, it was as if a cold prison had come to the world, full of murderous intent.
"Oh, a top master wants to capture me? Could it be that he underestimated Zhou?"
Zhou Xuan's heart was like a jade-faced Lord Yama, with both palms in postures, one like a dragon and the other like a turtle.
Each has its own mystery.
Two groups of completely different mysterious energies were fired, and the dozen top masters who intercepted them in mid-air were beaten again to the point of having their muscles broken and their bones broken, and their cultivation levels were gone.
After this fight, no matter how strict the Beimang army was, they knew that there must be a strong enemy breaking into the stronghold.
When all the generals heard that hundreds of first-class and more than a dozen top masters sent there were all killed in one move, they couldn't help but be frightened.
With such a level of cultivation, only Guo Jing, who was guarding the city, could be so tyrannical!
But at this moment, in the middle of the battle, seeing the power of Zhou Xuanxin, Beimang's soldiers suddenly stopped.
People who practice martial arts are no more sensitive than ordinary soldiers, and they are even more sensitive to warriors who are famous in the world.
Only the rustling sounds of discussion could be heard in the military formation.
"Zhou... He said his surname is Zhou..."
"Could it be..."
"Could it be Zhou Xuanxin!"
