Legend of Sword King

Although there were only a hundred or so cultivators in the An Tian Sect, they were able to kill their way through the nearby army of Uighurs.    

    

Not to mention that the standard army of a few hundred men was not even able to withstand a single blow, even the wolfwalker team could not stop them in their tracks!    

    

On the hundreds of miles long and wide battlefield, more than a thousand warriors of the Wugui Family had been killed by Cheng Qing and his men. The number of warriors who had died in their hands was over a thousand! The number of wolfsmen accounted for thirty percent of the total!    

    

Warrick's face turned green. He looked at Cheng Qing and the others as if they were ghosts crawling out of hell. He also looked as if a god had descended from the heavens, full of reverence!    

    

If it weren't for the Uighur soldiers rushing in from behind and joining the battle in a steady stream, perhaps Cheng Qing would have led his team and slaughtered a fifth line of defense and counterattacked the fourth line of defense!    

    

Warrick had only seen such a terrifying figure in his life.    

    

That's the Yale Preservation Machine!    

    

"Fortunately, we have more people." Warrick wiped the sweat from his forehead. Cheng Qing was leading the charge just now, and he was already sweating profusely. He had long since lost the will to go up and fight with him.    

    

He would not go, even if the Jarod had ordered it.    

    

"..."    

    

"Big brother, we only have less than thirty people left." Li Muhao said to Chen Qing with difficulty.    

    

Over a hundred people could charge and break the formation, but thirty were not enough to continue attacking. Otherwise, they would be drowned in an instant.    

    

"We... was already surrounded. " Lee Yanyi said hoarsely with a red neck.    

    

Cheng Qing looked left and right, only to find that the surrounding area was densely packed with Uighur Warriors. There were at least thousands of them, and the nearby cultivators were all fighting, but there wasn't much noise.    

    

Even so, Cheng Qing could still see from the eyes of these Uighur warriors the strong fear they had towards their own side.    

    

If it were not for the fact that there were more than a hundred of them, they might not have the courage to stand in front of them!    

    

"Enter the courtyard and climb the wall." Cheng Qing gestured to a small yard beside him to let Li Muhao take the lead and charge in, while he himself, after cutting off the rear, had the courtyard door collapse.    

    

The courtyard was a solitary courtyard, and the patio wasn't very big. There were rooms on three sides, with doors on one side and walls on the other. It was far from tall. More than twenty people entered the courtyard, and most of them were on the roof, otherwise the courtyard wouldn't be able to squeeze in.    

    

The Uighur army didn't rush into the yard, but carefully surrounded the yard in three layers.    

    

It was as if they were not twenty or so cultivators that had reached the end of their road, but a group of man-eating ferocious beasts. If they carelessly approached the group, even the slightest bit of carelessness would cause their corpses to be obliterated!    

    

Squatting on the rooftop, he looked out through the eaves at the countless number of Uighurs soldiers outside. The cultivators of the An Tian Sect who were drenched in blood were exceptionally calm at this moment.    

    

Some tore off strips of cloth from their robes and quickly bandaged their wounds; some stuffed a medicinal pill in their mouths, but kept their eyes on the outside; others threw away the sabre and sword in their hands and took out new weapons from their Cosmic Bag.    

    

Seeing that the wolfwalkers actually didn't attack immediately, but rather to protect that Mozzie as it slowly approached, Chen Qing laughed. He turned his head to look at Li Muzhao and the others and said, "It seems that the other side still wants to subdue us."    

    

The wolf girl squatted down and laughed.    

    

Li Muhao lay sprawled on the inside of the roof, panting heavily as he looked at the sky and curled his lips, "Such beautiful thoughts."    

    

"Perhaps they want to capture us alive, cut off our flesh and drink our wine."    

    

It was a rare opportunity to fight, in front of the desperate situation where they had no chance of survival. In the face of imminent death, other than holding their breaths, there was no other trace of grief or sorrow on their faces.    

    

On the contrary, he seemed very relaxed and calm.    

    

Even Li You, who had been fighting all night and harbored the intent to die, was in the mood to make a joke.    

    

It was as if they were about to set foot on a suburban estate that was blooming in the spring instead of a cold and endless Yellow Springs road.