save the judge

The battlefield of cold weapons is more terrifying than anyone can imagine. In order to keep secret, Jingujiquan's order is quite concise, and there is no time for the god judge who received the information to think and pass the message. When the information arrived at the battlefield, Izanagi cut off all communication between Honmaru and the outside world, so when Izumi Jinguji stepped on the dry and scorched land, the god judges got the direction of the battlefield through their connection with the sword .

The barrier wrapped outside this coordinate point is a bit abnormal compared to the normal Honmaru. Izumi Jinguji tilted his head back, and Yamato Moranda came out from behind him, carrying a bloody humanoid object on his shoulder. Under Jingujiquan's signal, he threw the thing towards the layers of barriers.

All enchantments have the ability to identify the nature of spiritual power, and will automatically open to the marked spiritual power. Sure enough, the moment Shanxing touched the enchantment glowing with faint light, the hard turtle shell was like touching Like a snowflake that touched the sun, it melted quickly and silently.

Shanxing, who was not carefully protected during the time travel, was scraped bloody by Turbulent Tail, and was thrown heavily on the ground. He moved his hands, and the rope around his wrist was still tightly entangled.

Jingujiquan stepped on the ground after him, and in front of him was a vast plain that stretched as far as the eye could see.

There is such a plain on the periphery of all Honmaru, with lush forests, verdant trees, covered with fluffy grass, and small rivers meandering between the gently undulating hillsides. The area where the gods used to run horses and train riding and shooting is wide and flat, and you can see the end of the sky at a glance.

And the plain in front of him was what it looked like after it died.

It seems that this place has been burned by a unparalleled fire, and it is still vast and boundless. The trees, green trees and miscellaneous flowers have disappeared completely, and the meadow has turned into black and red scorched earth. The soil that has lost all nutrients is loose, dry, and scorched. The trees fell down, stretching out their vicious claws towards the sky, and the evil spirits that climbed up from hell quietly poked out their festering heads. The sky was gloomy and gloomy, and the sunset was deserted. This place is like garbage abandoned in the corner of the world. The field is filled with the smell of death and sin.

Jingujiquan took a step forward, and a hard object under his feet pierced him through his shoes. He lowered his head, pushed aside the hardened and broken clod with his toes, and stared at the dirty thing.

A broken bone.

There were extremely familiar bone spurs, and the ends of the bone spurs were weathered and uneven due to being buried in the soil for a long time.

He looked at that part, and then at the vast and endless plain in front of him, and felt a creepy chill in his heart, as if someone had gently blown a breath into his heart.

Zenxing squirmed his body, sat up with his elbows, and Jingujiquan said suddenly, "If I had agreed to the suggestion to banish Hikakiri to the battlefield, what would you have done?"

He was talking about when Mustache had just fallen into darkness, he went to Wanwu to meet Shanxing for the first time. Shanxing told him that there was no solution to his fall, and he had to either chop him up with a knife, or banished him to the battlefield for help. The massacre retrograde army obtains the stale qi in their bodies to survive.

Jingujiquan's black and deep eyes rolled slightly, staring at Shanxing, there was no vitality in those eyes, and they looked a bit permeable.

Shan Xing was also frank, and rubbed his foot on the scorched ground: "I'm sorry to say it, but most of them will die in the experiment... um——"

He was slapped back by Yamato Shou'an with a scabbard in the middle of his words. Fu Sangshen didn't hold back at all, and half of Shanxing's face swelled up quickly. He smiled silently, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva , and two teeth mixed in.

Jinguji Izumi listened to the answer and was quiet for a while, Higakiri stood beside him, not caring about his own dangerous fate, instead he touched Jinguji Izumi's cheek lightly with his finger with a smile.

Score at the touch of a button.

Not a little ambiguous, but with extremely intimacy and tenderness.

Jingujiquan hesitated for a while, reached out and grabbed the gloved hand, closed his eyes and kissed it softly, and said in a low voice, "I... I'm sorry."

Mustache lowered his eyes, quietly watching the God-inspector's cautious movements, his silver eyelashes fluttered twice, his aura at the moment was so gentle that it didn't seem like Zhan Guidao should have.

The warmth is just a short episode. The dark clouds in the sky are heavy and heavy, as if in an instant, the already dim light between the sky and the earth becomes weaker and weaker, and there is a smelly and damp wind sweeping in, with the metallic smell of weapons in the wind.

Mustache raised his eyes and looked towards the distant sky: "They are coming."

Jingujiquan watched the cloud swirling down like a vortex, took the reins of the horse from Qingguang Qingguang, and got on the horse.

Following his movements, the Fusangshen behind him started to move almost at the same time. The swords moving across the battlefield were neatly mounted on their horses, and the horseshoes made footprints on the loose ground.

The wind blowing in front became more and more violent, sharper than a knife's edge, tearing the thin clothing and making noises. Jingongjiquan twisted the small and exquisite communicator in his hand, looked ahead, and said solemnly: "First army, charge with me!"

His voice was neither loud nor small, but under the blessing of Izanagi, it instantly rang in the ears of all the Fusangshen, the horses neighed, and as the head of the horse shot out like an arrow, countless Fusangshen's leaping horses followed him Finally, amidst the sound of horseshoes roaring like thunder, it plunged into the hinterland of the plain like a wedge!

Looking from the sky, it seems like a cloud of muddy gray smoke is drawn out from the ground. The smoke rushes from the southern end of the plain to the northern end, like the sharp claws of wolves holding the devastated and barren land, and like a tide that is about to sweep across the world. Everything ugly and fragile, and what they will face is a high black wall.

Even the most experienced god judges have never seen so many retrograde troops.

Countless deformed weapons with strange bone spurs stood in the boundless wilderness. Their numbers were so large that they could be said to block out the sky. The thick black turbid air entangled into dark clouds and weighed heavily under the skyline. They rode the same The restless horse, in the front is a tall big sword, only the dark red will-o'-the-wisps dance faintly in the empty eye sockets, and the bone snake with a kunai in its mouth wanders and circles like a ghost above, falling clusters of corrosion Intense black flame.

There is no difference between this wall and the gate of hell, and Jingujiquan charged towards the hell ghosts who escaped punishment without blinking his eyes in the wind whistling past his ears.

A little closer, a little closer...

Even if it is the gate of the underworld, you must rush in without stopping!

He heard his heart beating, and the liquid in his blood vessels was rushing wildly. He didn't know how to use a knife at all, but he made the sharpest point on this long knife.

"kill!"

A bloody cry was torn out from his throat, and together with the voices of all the Fusangshen behind him, they vibrated out like a mountain roar and a tsunami, and they stabbed at the barrier in front of them together.

The wolf's paw pierced fiercely into the black iron barrier in front of it, and in the black and gray, bright scarlet instantly bloomed.

There is absolutely no reason to retreat in the charge. After a long-distance charge, the speed of the horses is unimaginable. The horses neighed and collided with each other. Little sparks.

The Fu Sangshen who were arranged to charge in the first army were all big katanas. Their task was to cut through the enemy's defense, even if it was to tear a line of defense. The long knives swung fiercely in their hands, and fiercely slashed towards the opposite side. In the retrograde army, the blood of the enemy and the enemy was spread out in an instant, and was trampled into the black and burnt soil by horseshoes, constantly adding moisture to the dry land.

The bone snake with its kunai in its mouth hissed and plunged down from the sky. Before it entered the bloody battlefield, it was intercepted in mid-air by the short sword leaping up from behind the opposite Otachi.

Unlike the Otachi swords, whose swords are wide open and closed every time the wind is drawn out, the battle of the short swords is like the strangulation of poisonous snakes, dangerous and silent.

They confronted each other in mid-air, stopped the blade that was sent to the heart of their companions, and turned their own blades to the enemy's neck, spinning and stepping on the bodies of their companions and enemies, leaping and dancing, the thin light of the blade seemed to be just an illusion, every time When it appears, it will inevitably bring up a cloud of blood, like countless ghosts hiding in the dark.

Flesh and bones were trampled by horseshoes, and the loose ground became hard and solid. Jingujiquan wrapped himself with spiritual power. The spiritual power on the verge of falling into darkness lost its deterrent effect on the retrograde army, and it was more than enough for self-protection .

It is impossible for the horses to stop or turn in the middle of the charge. They charge into the enemy's formation with tremendous force, and they can only rush straight to the end like sharp arrows.

But the number of retrograde troops was beyond his expectation. Thinking about the unintentional indulgence of Shizheng for so many years, they have accumulated a deep family background. Mustache and the others protected him and ran for nearly 10 minutes in the bloody and criss-crossing blades. He finally found A place that was particularly heavily guarded.

The formation formed by the retrograde army is very like a crescent moon, with thin sides on both sides and thick middle. This is a good formation to deal with cavalry. After the thick human wall in the middle drags down the cavalry, the two sides can be surrounded by high mobility The dragged cavalry then nibbled away a little bit from the periphery.

"The main hall! They are beginning to encircle!" Ranto Shiro, the liveliest, stepped on his horse's head and galloped across half of the battlefield, stepped on Ishikirimaru's knowingly raised arm, and landed on the shrine like a light bird Siquan immediately.

The delicate-faced boy Fu Sangshen's eyes were gleaming with killing, and his face was covered with the stinky blood of the enemy. His beautifully wrinkled clothes were covered with black and muddy blood, and the cloth soaked with moisture fell down heavily. , dripping water on the ground.

Jingongjiquan responded to express his understanding, and raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face.

The wound was not deep, but from the chin to the corner of the lips, it crossed half of the face. As soon as the blood was wiped off, new ones gushed out immediately. Ranto Shiro, who valued color the most, rubbed against Jingujiquan's wound lovingly. In the palm of his hand, he smiled brightly: "It doesn't matter, after you go back, you can take care of it, and there will be no wounds. Now, let me fight for you!"

The dagger tilted his head playfully, riding the wind like a bird and drowning in the battlefield.

Jingujiquan turned his gaze, stared straight at the extremely tightly guarded direction, and ordered to the god judges on the other side of the communicator: "Follow the location of Honmaru Fusangshin, the second army enters the battle!"

All the big swords on the battlefield were lit up with lights of different colors, dark or light. Suddenly, rain-like cherry blossoms floated in the apocalyptic Ukiyo-e, and they were like heavy snow falling, covering the entire battlefield. In the aura, countless swords with snow-white blades fell from the cherry blossoms with sharp winds. Thousands of swords came through the barrier of time and space, and rushed to the battlefield without going forward, plunging into the muddy blood and barren soil.

This scene is grand and majestic, just like the rain of swords sprinkled by Gaotianyuan. A picture that is more eerie and colorful than Ukiyo-e.

The half-encircled battle formation was torn apart again. The katanas who came out of the cherry blossoms were the main combat power of each Honmaru. They were brought up by the top batch of god-inspectors, and they had the richest experience. In the first phase, he slashed the head of the marching army in front of him with a horizontal knife, shook off the blood on the blade, and looked around the environment hastily, and a long-lost tremor rose in his heart.

——This is, after a long time, the real battlefield!

Blade to blade clash, every hiss must tear apart a man's body, the heart surrounded by blood and cries, together with the nature of the sword, screams for victory.

The siege of the retrograde army was broken, and in turn fell into a situation of being eaten away, but this kind of attack was fierce and violent, and the casualties continued to expand every minute. Izanagi whispered in Jingujiquan's ear Reporting the number of each team being recalled due to serious injuries, nearly half of the first batch of big knives charged had been spelled out, and they hadn't even been able to penetrate the barrier built by the number of retrograde troops.

"The 79 teams of the first army, 21 were seriously injured, 54 were slandered, and the remaining fighting time is estimated to be 23 minutes."

"51 teams of the first army, 31 seriously injured, 37 moderately injured, estimated remaining combat time is 36 minutes, corrected, 32 seriously injured, 36 moderately injured, estimated - corrected, 33 seriously injured..."

"Second Army's Seventeenth Regiment, four were seriously injured, eleven were slandered..."

The Second Army also began to experience attrition.

The process was a little faster than he had imagined.

But it doesn't matter, he has time.

Jingongjiquan ordered again: "The second army will attack in the northwest direction! The first army will protect the two wings! The God-inspectors will start positioning, and the third army will enter!"

With surging blood, the wolf's claws slowly and firmly slashed towards the northwest direction. The cherry blossoms covering the sky and the sun once again splashed down on the bloody battlefield. This time, a short knife known for its lightness and agility appeared from the light. As soon as they landed, they sprinted towards the northwest without hesitation. The bone snakes hovering above were killed by the first batch of short knives. These opponents retreated steadily in front of them.

The Odachi was entangled in front by the tachis, and the dagger and Wakizashi displayed the highest-speed roaming skills, supporting each other across the battlefield like flying eagles, casting countless light shadows on the smoky battlefield.

The battle formation in the rear began to collapse, and Jingujiquan once again connected to Honmaru: "Prepare to position, the fourth army enters the field!"

After the basic situation was finalized, the victory could be seen slowly. Jingu Jiquan withdrew the Odachi and asked them to set up their own formation in the rear. This time they attracted the god judges.

Where did the god-inspectors in the peaceful age have seen such a grand war? They looked at the battlefield in front of them in astonishment, and all of them lost their words. Apart from the trembling and fear, there was also an indescribable excitement.

"After slandering the team, retreat!"

Once again, clear orders spread to all corners.

The thick retrograde army wall in the northwest direction has been pierced, and Jingongsiquan can faintly see a person who is surrounded by heavy protection.

The man was wearing a distorted and terrifying smiling mask. Apart from smiling eyes and fangs, there was also a ferocious flamingo with half-outstretched wings on the snow-white mask. The crane feathers straddled the mask strangely like blades. This mask is not good-looking at all, and it has a gloomy and twisted temperament from beginning to end.

"Ah... I found you." Across a distance of [-] meters, Jingujiquan seemed to be looking at the eyes under the mask, and he raised his lips silently, muttering to himself.