Legend of Sword King

The area they were attacking in was a protruding city wall. After a series of fierce battles, Song Qianshu had already passed through the left passageway of the city wall, killing his way through one of the city walls and went deep into the main wall behind the city.    

    

The number of cultivators and soldiers following behind him continued to increase despite the constant number of casualties. At this moment, there were more than a hundred people.    

    

As long as Song Qianshu could defeat this section of the city wall in front of them, half of Weng City would fall into their hands. Together with the other officers, he would kill off the entire army on the right side of Weng City. In this way, the whole of Weng City would be in his control, and he would be able to stand firmly at the top of the city.    

    

At that time, as long as the cultivators were dispatched to open the city gates of Weng City, the West Cold Army would be able to directly enter Weng City and attack the city gates of the main city wall. Once the city gates of the main city wall were broken open, the Western Lion Army would be able to charge into the Sun Moon City!    

    

"Who is this kid?" In the distant city walls, the Sun Moon City Lord asked the people around him as he looked at Song Qianshu, who was advancing bravely amidst the returning Uighur army.    

    

"Song Zhuo's generation has a number of outstanding talents, Song Qianshu." A Uighur general replied.    

    

He was handsome, with a rare femininity among Uighurs, and his eyes were blue. Even though he was in his middle age, he still had the charm of a young girl. However, the bloodlust and ruthlessness that flashed across his eyes made him seem less kind.    

    

This was the backbone of the Qishou family's middle-aged generation, Qishan Aruba.    

    

"Is it that Song Qianshu who captured Blackstone Ridge, captured Yeluo Mingguang alive, and beat Warranty to a miserable state?" The Uighur will be interested. The battle at Blackstone Ridge, which had defeated the team led by the two geniuses from the aristocrats, had already made a name for itself in Sun Moon City.    

    

"That's him." He thought for a while, then added, "But during the Black Stone Ridge war, he was still in Zhen Yuan City and didn't participate. The sect that had been in charge of the two battles was called the An Tian Sect.    

    

"The Tranquil Sky Sect?" The main general tasted the name, "What great ambition! "Who is the leader of the Tranquil Sky Sect?"    

    

"I've heard that he's a young man from a small city at the border. He doesn't have any impressive background." His functional intelligence was investigating, so he knew more about these things.    

    

"Oh?" The main general seemed surprised, "This is interesting."    

    

Qi Lu glanced at Song Qianshu and said, "The war has only just started. This guy has been making such a big ruckus at the top of the city. I'm afraid it will be detrimental to our morale. We should take care of him as soon as possible."    

    

The general nodded his head, "Since this is the territory that the Song Feudal Lords are in charge of, we shall leave that section of the city to General Aruba to manage."    

    

"Understood." Chee Aruba accepted the order.    

    

Song Qianshu was so excited from killing that he did not even notice the depletion of his Essence. He only stopped when there was a sign that his Qi Sea was about to dry up. Pausing to take a breath, he stuffed a pill into his mouth, ready to let his trusted aide take his place.    

    

However, at this moment, a sharp aura that was at the peak of the ninth level of the Xumi Stage suddenly came from behind the illustrious soldiers. Song Qianshu felt something and lifted his head to look and could not help but reveal a shocked expression.    

    

A group of elites with bright armor rushed out from the crowd. As for the tens of Xumi Stage level 8 or 9 wolfwalkers, they directly flew over everyone's heads to attack him.    

    

Song Qianshu's pupils constricted. How could he not see that among these wolfmen, about half of them were experts at the Confinement Realm and that they had only suppressed their strength to the peak of the ninth level of the Xumi Stage!    

    

Behind these people, an extremely vast and profound aura was being thrown towards Song Qianshu. Even though the other party was still behind the crowd, Song Qianshu was still able to see him with a single glance. The other party's casual stroll made his scalp tingle.    

    

Arutha!