Legend of Sword King

Seeing that the other party was hesitating, Cheng Qing said in a low voice: "This is war! How could war not kill people? The general had no vision. He only knew that if he showed courage, he would bring disaster to the army. This lesson, let the Uighurs give him a good life, otherwise he will only talk on paper forever, unable to truly grow! "    

    

Of course, Song Qixing knew that Cheng Qing was right. It was just that he couldn't bear to see Song Qianshu in danger. Now that he heard Cheng Qing's words, he could only shut his mouth.    

    

Cheng Qing turned around and called Li Muhao over, "Pass down the order, it's time to attack the city in place of the others, don't slack off!"    

    

This order was obviously directed towards the cultivators of the An Tian Sect.    

    

Li Muhao nodded and waved his hand, summoning a group of cultivators to personally lead them to attack the city. However, compared to Song Qianshu's reckless progress, Li Wenzhao was much calmer. Climbing the cloud ladder was a step at a time, and he wasn't in a hurry to reach the top of the city.    

    

Cheng Qing's main purpose in leading the An Heavenly Sect to battle was to temper them. Since they were involved in this battle, it was the best opportunity for them to train their troops. Naturally, they couldn't just sit idly by and do nothing. Without the sacrifice of the Blood Fire, the An Tian Sect would not grow. This was different from Cheng Qing's attitude towards Song Qianshu.    

    

He could allow the An Tian Sect to suffer a certain number of casualties, which was the price they had to pay to become strong.    

    

Song Qianshu relied on his bravery and the strength of his trusted aides to successfully cross the women's wall and fight his way into the ranks of the Uighur soldiers.    

    

Song Qianshu's face was flushed red. He brandished the ancient halberd in his hand, and looked like a deity that had descended from heaven. Soon, he wiped out a large portion of the warriors in front of him. There were a few wolves that were either killed by him or forced back by him. For a while, no one was able to stop his power and thus, he was able to gain a foothold at the top of the city.    

    

"Up, up!" In the midst of his killing, Song Qianshu let out a beast-like roar. Behind him, the number of elite cultivators from the Song Family were increasing, and in a short period of time, there were already twenty to thirty of them.    

    

On the city walls, if twenty or thirty people were gathered to form a battle formation, it could be said that they would be able to hold their ground for a while, allowing more comrades to join in and expand their own battlefield.    

    

It was true that Song Qianshu had a cultivation base at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, but to be able to achieve such a result so quickly was inseparable from his own ferocity and ferocity. As a talented member of a family, he naturally had his own secret methods, which could not be compared to those of ordinary wolves.    

    

Song Qianshu did not have the slightest intention of stopping. He focused on fighting bravely.    

    

As he watched the Uighur soldiers fall down one by one and walk their corpses forward, Song Qianshu felt an indescribable happiness in his heart. Especially when he saw the terrified expressions on their faces as they retreated, he felt extremely comfortable.    

    

"To lead the charge and open a path of blood for the tribe, to finally break through the enemy's defense line and achieve victory in battle, that is what a general should do!" Song Qianshu wiped the blood off his face and laughed heartily as he continued to attack.    

    

"Young master is mighty!"    

    

"Young master is like a war god, we admire him!"    

    

The trusted cultivators behind Song Qianshu were greatly enlivened. Even the soldiers that took the opportunity to rush to the city from the left and right of the ladders were in high spirits as they charged forward.    

    

At this moment, Song Qianshu was in high spirits. He felt that his body was many times taller. He silently recited in his heart: "Brother Chen, I, Song Qianshu will not lose to you forever! I will let you know that I, Song Qianshu, am also a talented person of the Empire! "    

    

It was undeniable that for a long time, Song Qianshu had been at a disadvantage compared to Cheng Qing. This made him very unhappy, and he had already secretly thought of competing with Cheng Qing. He indeed treated Chen Qing as his brother, but in front of his brother, he was willing to submit to him? Song Qianshu was unwilling to accept this.    

    

He was a talented young master of a powerful family, and he had his own pride. He also wanted to be able to hold his head high in front of Cheng Qing to let him see him in a higher light.