Legend of Sword King

The reason he didn't open the city gates to put in the defeated wolfman was to prevent cultivators from disguising themselves and taking the opportunity to sneak into the city. This also showed that Sun Moon City's current strategy was to strictly defend itself, trying to not make any mistakes and not give West Cold any opportunity to strike.    

    

"At least there will be no more fighting tonight. The Uighur of Sun Moon City is not a mediocre person." Cheng Qing smiled. The movements of the Hundred Miles Battlefield were huge. The opponent should be able to deduce that this was a decisive battle launched by Xi Liang.    

    

At this moment, it was also the night. The safest response would be to stay still and wait until tomorrow to see how the situation played out. If they were to rashly organize a wolfwalker to counterattack, it was very likely that they would be struck in the head by the cultivators. Even if they were to dispatch an army, they might be ambushed.    

    

However, not all Uighur generals could achieve this. Their pride and contempt for Xi Liang would not easily allow them to accept defeat. Counterattack was the choice most Uighur generals made.    

    

He couldn't say who was right and who was wrong. After all, if they didn't counterattack, it meant that they might miss out on an opportunity. What if the entire group of people from Western Paradise hadn't arrived yet? What if Westcool was not strong enough and became weak after seizing the Hundred Miles Battlefield? Perhaps the Hundred Miles Battlefield could save him.    

    

There was no right or wrong on the battlefield, only victory and defeat.    

    

Cheng Qing had the cultivators of the An Tian Sect, other than the sentries, rest and recuperate first. He sat on a rock by himself with his head resting on his hands, quietly waiting for dawn to break.    

    

If there were no mishaps, the elites of the Western Lion Army would rush here to assist in the defense once day broke. If the Hundred Miles Battlefield could be defended, within three days, the huge army of 100,000 from Zhen Yuan City would launch an all-out attack on Sun Moon City with the momentum of thunder.    

    

The war between Zhen Yuan City and Sun Moon City was turning from a battle between pure cultivators to a war between two armies of hundreds of thousands of warriors.    

    

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Ruoxi came to Cheng Qing's side, patted him on the shoulder, and carelessly asked.    

    

The corners of Cheng Qing's lips curled up, "Some beautiful things."    

    

"For example?" Yang Ruoxi sat down beside him and asked curiously.    

    

The smile on Cheng Qing's face gradually turned bad. "Shopkeeper Yang's legs are too long."    

    

Boom! *    

    

Cheng Qing was directly knocked to the ground by Yang Ruoxi's elbow.    

    

"You want to play hooligan with me? This old lady's fist is not for show! " Yang Ruoxi turned her head and flung her bangs. This natural action of hers was exceptionally domineering even when she was doing it.    

    

Cheng Qing rubbed his shoulder and sat back down. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw a group of cultivators rushing over at high speed. In a flash, they were stopped by the sentries of the An Tian Sect.    

    

"Who are you? This is the Song Family's war zone, if you don't stop here, you will be killed without question! " Liu Jing'an held a heavy sword in his hand as he aimed it at the cultivators. It was a taboo to enter another's battle zone. No one knew each other, and no one knew whether or not this person was a Uighur spy.    

    

"We are from the Qin family of Spirit Martial County. We know that Song Feng is here, so we have come to pay our respects!" The leader of the cultivators handed over his identity letter.    

    

Liu Jingan led the cultivators of the An Tian Sect to surround them. He took a glance at the seal letter and then turned around to look at Cheng Qing and the others, "Wait!"    

    

Not far away, Song Qianshu was still observing Sun Moon City and turned his head when he heard the commotion, "Qin Clan cultivators? What are they doing here? "    

    

Saying this, Song Qianshu gave Cheng Qing a strange look. With the incident at the Black Stone Ridge in front of them, they had already reached an agreement, yet the other side still dared to come and find them?    

    

Cheng Qing shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know.    

    

After Liu Jingan came over, Song Qianshu took the letter and glanced at it. "There really is a special symbol of the military that has been added to it. Send them over."    

    

Song Qianshu had no reason to fear these four cultivators.    

    

The Qin Clan cultivator stood in front of Song Qianshu and bowed. The person in the lead, who seemed to be crying, spoke urgently: "Young Master Song, our attack on the wolfwalker has been thwarted. Now that we have been counterattacked, we are in danger. "Only Master Song's team is closest to us, they can save us. Young Master Song, please help us!"