Legend of Sword King

When the expressionless Wei Nian Ci returned, Lin Yi, Xu Kui and the rest held their breaths. They recalled the disrespect they had shown to Wei Nian Ci. Fear welled up in their hearts, and they could not get rid of it no matter what. They were afraid that the other party would seek revenge on them.    

    

They couldn't help but lower their direct disciples' proud heads. They had already lost the courage to even look straight at Wei Xiangzi.    

    

However, they were glad that Wei Nian Ci did not attack them when she walked past them. She did not even stop her footsteps.    

    

Not to mention looking at them.    

    

Lin Yi, Xu Kui, and the others who had just let out sighs of relief felt a great sense of humiliation rise in their hearts. Wei Nian Ci did not even bother to look at them. It was clear that she did not put them in her eyes.    

    

However, there was no anger in the two of them when they were humiliated.    

    

Wei Nian was kind enough to ignore them, but they didn't have the right to be angry.    

    

Wei Xiangzi walked past Lin Yi, Xu Kui, and the rest. He didn't even glance at them as he walked further and further away from them.    

    

She was on her way to the next battlefield.    

    

Lin Yi and Xu Kui looked at each other and silently followed, including the other direct disciple.    

    

With the exception of those who cleaned up the battlefield, out of the hundreds of disciples, groups after groups of disciples rushed over and followed behind them.    

    

Wei Xiangzi, who was walking on the mountain path in front of everyone, walked calmly with a frail back.    

    

Unfortunately, the Thousand-Jue Sect disciples, who were currently filled with shock and reverence, didn't dare to even glance at Wei Xiangzi. They were also unable to notice that his thin back was actually lonely and lonely on the cold mountain path in the wilderness.    

    

The purple cloak fluttered gently in the wind.    

    

"… …"    

    

In the entire Hundred Miles Battlefield, groups and teams of Western Cool cultivators were rushing towards Sun Moon City, passing by the place where they were battling with the wolfmen. Some walked along the mountain paths, some along the river valleys, some on the flat ground. But no matter where they went, they were all hot-blooded and full of fighting spirit.    

    

Most of the wolfwalker zones had already fallen into the hands of cultivators. Based on the current situation, the last-ditch battle zones could not hold out much longer.    

    

When they arrived at the entrance of the mountain path, Li Muhao didn't need Chen Qing's orders to lead his men to observe the terrain and arrange for the cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect to stand guard on the spot. The distance from here to Sun Moon City was less than ten miles. There were no more mountains or gullies outside the tunnel. The flat land of the city allowed them to see Sun Moon City in its entirety with a single glance.    

    

The first thing he saw was a towering city wall and a towering city wall. This wall was over a thousand steps long, extending into the depths of the night, almost to the end. The city towers were all over ten zhang tall. Even if they were not the main building, the lowest floor was at least three stories high.    

    

Outside of the main city wall, jars that resembled the teeth of ferocious beasts filled the air with a power capable of ripping apart flesh and blood.    

    

Cheng Qing, Yang Ruoxi, Song Qianshu, and Song Xuejun arrived at the hilltop as they surveyed the Sun Moon City.    

    

The flags on the city wall were bright and clear, lined up in a straight line. Under the flags, the soldiers of the Hui Wei, who were clad in iron armor, were quickly moving forward and entering different positions to strengthen the defensive perimeter of the city. Some were adjusting the crossbows on the bed, some were reinforcing the mace, some were carrying the arrows away, and some were closely observing the movements in the wilderness outside the city.    

    

The bustling city walls of Sun Moon City were like a pot of boiling water.    

    

Even though they were more than a dozen miles away, Cheng Qing and his men seemed to have heard the orders of the other side.    

    

The situation in the Hundred Miles Battlefield had already been dealt with by the Sun Moon City. This was to be expected, and Cheng Qing and the others were not surprised.    

    

"The city gates are tightly shut. Even though the wolfsmen who retreated have already gathered outside the city, they have no intention of opening the gates." "It seems that the Uighurs do not intend to counterattack the Hundred Miles Battlefield tonight." Song Qianshu looked at the scene in front of him and made his own judgement. There was disappointment in his eyes.