Since the light of light, Yi Yan has prepared in the city with more than 200 newly recruited people. He is the preparation. The Qing army outside has been sieging the city for nearly two hours.

Yi Yan looked up at the sky, and a ray of sunshine shone into the city, covering up the spell that shone on the top of the city. He saw the soldiers brought by other practitioners, and the soldiers had different auras, and the soldiers were also marked with talisman seals.

Those monks led their troops earlier than Yi Yan, so their soldiers were no longer comparable to ordinary people. A soldier with a talisman seal could at least beat five or six of the old and weak around Yi Yan.

In insight, Yi Yan could clearly see Meng Deen on the top of the city holding a giant hammer and a team of people fighting there. In the early stage of the uprising, Hong Xiuquan and Feng Yunshan were trapped by Chen Dianyuanyi's army in the Qing army.

Yang Xiuqing sent Meng Deen to connect Hong Xiuquan and Feng Yunshan. The people around him were surrounded by violent red light, and the soldiers' eyes were dyed red. Among them, there were fifty-three talismans engraved with a talisman seal, and twelve talismans engraved with two talisman seals. A total of sixty-five people were brought out by Meng Deen during the Jintian Uprising. There were only these sixty-five people after the rest of his life.

However, it was these sixty-five people who followed Meng Deen's side, and the violent aura made Meng Deen much stronger than other practitioners.

Yi Yan couldn't help but look at the people around him. How many of the 232 people could survive this battle?

"kill……"

At this moment, Yi Yan suddenly saw a faint sign of being unable to hold on the top of the city, and he shouted: Follow me.

He pulled out the Taiping Sword at his waist and rushed towards the top of the city first. The 232 old and weak behind him who had never been on the battlefield were stunned for a moment and followed Yi Yan tightly.

Li Xiucheng held the long-handled sword in his hand and rushed up behind Yi Yan. Blood was under his feet. The blood made the thick city wall paved with sesame stone become sticky and slippery. The corpses sank on the ground and the endless screams and roars, all of which turned into flying ants and rushed into his mind.

It was numb and blank. They were just following the people in front of them, and the knife and gun in their hands were trembling. If they settled down, they would all be shaking like sieves.

Ten steps ahead, a black-faced man with a big man with his upper body climbed up from outside the city with a giant man in his hand.

Yi Yan maintained the same speed as the person behind him. The moment he stepped onto the city, he felt as if he had reached the swamp, and the void around him was surging like an undercurrent. He silently recited the magic spell in his heart, and only the fire was flashing around his body, but the sun's essence fire could not be condensed. He wanted to take a step under his feet, but it seemed like he was walking in the grass, entangled by countless grasses and thorns.

He knew in his heart that if he stood still and focused his mind to cast the spell, he would definitely succeed, but this was too forced, and he consumed a lot of divine consciousness. At the same time, he also felt that his consciousness was cut off. If he really fought against other monks, his magic spell had not been cast yet and had been cut off by others.

Over the past few days, he has been in the army and has been following the Taiping Army to fight, knowing that it is different from other places in the military camp. In the military camp, he first adapts to this vast world in the military. It is common for veterans to take charge of the army and kill practitioners.

In the past decade, many practitioners have entered the army to practice. This kind of talisman seal engraved on soldiers and turned into evil soldiers has only happened in the past decade.

Every practitioner will refine evil soldiers. They will refine them according to their own practice magic. The later stage, the greater the difference. When the evil soldiers are refined, the practitioners will not only not be restricted in it, but will instead be like tigers and exert their strength several times.

"Ha...I'm here."

The black-faced man with a naked upper body and a giant axe raised his arms and chest muscles high, as if there was endless power in it. There was a lightning mark on the axe blade on his big axe. Although Yi Yan couldn't tell what it meant for a moment, he felt the heaviness and sharpness from the axe.

The black-faced man had a hint of madness deep in his eyes. With his hand raised, he slashed it down with an axe. The same tall man in front of him was chopped in half with his knife.

He was also a Sima and a cultivator who was split in half. Yi Yan could see that the sword in his hand shone with sword aura when the black-faced man's big axe was chopped down, and he chanted a sound spell at the moment when the knife was released. When the sound spell appeared, a layer of protective evil spirit surged on his body. In that moment, he became even taller and more powerful, but he still couldn't bear the axe of the naked black-faced man.

Slashing horizontally and vertically, in a blink of an eye, all the people in front of the man with a naked upper body died, one of them died, and the other one was unable to fight back at all.

"Kill him."

A man shouted on the Taiping Army. Yi Yan heard that it was Yang Xiuqing's voice. He obviously noticed it. If a foothold was captured here spread out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

On the other side, there was a man holding a long staff, with a string of black bells hanging on the staff, and the bell was engraved with runes as thick as earthworms. Ordinary people stared at it and immediately felt nauseous and dizzy.

There are many cultivators who are not good at melee combat that are not very difficult to lead troops in the army. Although magic is difficult to use, it is only the early stage. As long as they spend that period of time, they will be even more terrifying. Moreover, many cultivators have magic weapons on them. Even though they cannot exert full power in the early stage, they are conspired to be fatal if they are unable to defend themselves.

Several people had climbed up behind the naked man, each of which was a demon soldier with two talisman seals engraved.

Yi Yan did not rush over because of Yang Xiuqing's words, but he still maintained a speed with the people behind him.

In just a blink of an eye, the sword had already stabbed out before the person could reach it.

Since Yi Yan fought with others, nine out of ten things he had done first. He was extremely sensitive to the sense of that kind of aura and was always able to grasp the moment when others took action.

When the sword was stabbed out, a faint fire light came with the sword.

Yi Yan stabbed this sword from Yizhang out. The sword split into dozens of swords in the moment it stabbed in the void and enveloped the black-faced man. It stabbed everywhere up and down, as sudden as a sudden rain.

The naked man's attention was mostly on the monk holding war not far away, and he did not pay much attention to the sword light that Yi Yan stabbed.

The sword threads were divided into red soldering irons. When they approached the black-faced man, the black-faced man Chen suddenly moved. With his hand raised, he slashed at the center of the sword light with an axe, without defending at all, and just slashed straight and hard.

The moment the axe was slashed, a piece of evil spirit surged, and another thunderous sound of thunder sounded in the void.

However, what was unexpected to the man was that the moment the axe was chopped down, the master suddenly disappeared and there was nothing. His axe was very particular and he controlled it very well. In his opinion, ordinary people could not avoid this axe at all, and could only fight head-on. The consequences were mostly the fate of breaking the sword and the body.

He knew that it was not good after he had just passed the axe. Although in his opinion, Yi Yan was just a monk who had just entered the army, he could never have a glimpse of Yi Yan's combat skills by hiding.

He took a step and did not take it back, but the axe blocked his heart.

"bite……"

The sword pierced out of nothingness and stabbed just on the surface of the axe.

A powerful divine will surged from the axe surface. The black-faced man stopped immediately when he raised his hand to shake the sword and slashed back. His will was also extremely condensed and powerful, and now he was in a head-on confrontation, and each was on guard. The divine will rushed from the axe surface just paused slightly when his movements were made.

Suddenly, a bell sounded. When the bell sounded in his ears, his soul seemed to be tied up, and his whole body froze in an instant.

It was at this moment that the sword had already rushed towards his eyes, and the red light instantly pierced into one of the big man's eyes. It was only a little bit before Yi Yan's sword in his hand stopped. At the same time, he sensed a strong danger and instantly pulled the sword backwards. A black light flirted from the bottom up. The axe was vicious without any warning. If Yi Yan's soul had not passed the four tribulations and was born with a keen sense of danger, he would have died under this axe.

Many people were placed at the moment when Yi Yan stabbed the black-faced man with a sword just now. Most of them would want to kill the man in one fell swoop, and most of them would be unable to escape the silent axe.

The black light passed by Yi Yan's nose, and he smelled the smell of fishy axe.

"Boy is looking for death."

The black-faced man shouted loudly, and the sound was like a huge thunder. Yi Yan couldn't hear it. He heard it through his soul, and there was a feeling of thunder sounding in his ears. His mind was blank and buzzing in an instant.

The man had blood flowing in one of his eyes, but his body was filled with crazy murderous intent. His staring eyes were so fierce that he was blinded by Yi Yan just now, which made him angry.

Behind him, he had already climbed up to more than ten evil soldiers with two talisman seals inscribed, and followed him and rushed towards Yi Yan, like an evil tiger going down the mountain, each with a hideous face and extremely crazy.

Yi Yan only felt a huge wave coming towards him, and at this moment he was like an ordinary person.

It is normal for a fight between military formations and the fall of monks to die. One mistake is death.

Yi Yan's eyes only had an axe on his head, and the axe was like splitting the sky and shaking the clouds all over the sky and falling to his head.

The black wooden stick in the monk holding a black wooden stick with a bell hanging on the wooden stick was shaking violently. The bell sound was rapid and violent, and his lips trembled quickly, and circles of strange ripples spread from the corners of his lips.

A little further away, Mondeen quickly approached the place with a sledgehammer.
Chapter completed!