It was just dawn.

Above the snowy ridge, the sky was gloomy and pale, as if covered with heavy lead clouds.

The sky is full of wind and snow.

In the iron city gate, the human army rushed out and flew past.

Puji Gate, Xuanqing Gate, Qixing Gate, Xieyang Gate

Every city gate is pressed against by troops from one country or even several countries.

The war horses neigh violently, mountains of swords and spears stand tall, and the huge iron tree is full of visual oppression.

The big flag flutters in the wind.

Since there is no unified command and dispatch, from a macro perspective, Tiecheng seems a bit chaotic at this time.

But amidst the chaos, there is a certain order

Outside Iron City.

There is the sound of horse hooves.

But it is not a war horse from the human race, but from the White Walkers.

Those strange ghosts were covered in ice crystal armor, and the ice crystal swords in their hands were shining with gleaming light.

Their eyes were deep blue, like a mysterious burning cold, or like little phosphorus fires, floating in all directions on the vast snow-covered plains.

They rode the same pale dead horses.

They surged forward, covering the Iron City like a tide, numbering in excess of ten thousand.

But the strange thing is that despite such a large-scale attack and such a large number of people, these White Walkers maintain absolute silence and deathly silence.

Really like a piece of ice

Whoosh!

A spear pierced the sky, tore through the air, and shot straight towards a large flag fluttering in the wind.

Amidst the thunderous sound of horse hooves, the human army and the White Walkers finally collided.

As soon as they collide, the contrast in individual strength is highlighted.

The White Walkers have broad knuckles and are unusually tall, yet uncharacteristically as fast as tigers and leopards. Their weapons, whether armor or swords, are superior to those of humans.

Therefore, just like wolves among sheep, the White Walkers pierce the human army formation fiercely and indifferently.

Clang Clang Clang!

The weapons of the human soldiers fell on the ice crystal armor of the White Walkers, sparking bursts of sparks and causing almost no injuries to the White Walkers. However, the human armor was not that hard when faced with the White Walkers' long swords.

The human soldiers were cut down by the White Walkers like wheat.

However, the White Walkers are not immortal.

After all, ice crystal armor cannot cover their entire bodies.

In such a chaotic battlefield, they are not invincible.

As long as they are stabbed into the neck, face and other vital parts that are not covered by armor, they will die.

The strange thing is that when these ghosts die, they do not fall quietly like humans, but their bodies gradually shrink, and finally turn into a pool of liquid, and then disappear completely, leaving only the ice crystal armor and ice crystal sword on their bodies.

And a heart like opal glass

Lu Qingshan took the lead and led the Dragon and Phoenix Guards out of Huanlongmen to join the chaotic battlefield.

Outside the Iron City, there is a vast snowfield and a vast plain.

But at this moment, on the vast snowfield, the iron-clad White Walkers had collided with the human army.

Lu Qingshan turned his face sideways.

In fact, it has only been a month since he entered the Principle Source Realm, and he already has a huge army under his command.

"Whatever step I can take depends on this team."

"General, be careful."

Gu Tianyan behind him shouted loudly at this moment.

A cold light flashed.

A strange ghost attacked Lu Qingshan from the side, and the ice crystal sword had already been chopped down.

The armor on the White Walkers was moving, sometimes as white as fresh snow, and suddenly as black as the long night.

With the sword approaching, Lu Qingshan did not panic, his eyes were as clear as a god, looking at the strange ghost.

The power of the sword has spread out from the void in his eyes.

But what surprised him was that the White Walkers were not affected at all, and the ice crystal sword still kept falling.

Are these alien ghosts dead and do not have souls, so they are not affected? Or is it that they are actually the same as himself, with powerful souls that are immune to the power of swords, but they are sealed by the rules of the Taoist world and cannot appear?

Lu Qingshan couldn't be sure for the moment.

The ice crystal sword was already facing me at this moment.

It's just that Lu Qingshan has experienced hundreds of battles and has extremely rich experience. How can he make the mistake of underestimating the enemy?

The blazing red dragon bird swam like a horse, and the tip of the sword narrowly and dangerously bypassed the area covered by the ice crystal armor, slicing across the White Walker's throat.

It was clear that his long sword could pierce Lu Qingshan's chest if he moved it forward, and it was clear that he was the one who struck first, but he still had no time to react.

The attacking White Walker finally clutched his throat and fell down with a distorted expression. However, in an instant, he turned into liquid and then vaporized, disappearing into thin air.

Lu Qingshan did not say any more inspiring words, because the act of killing the enemy with one sword was more powerful than any words.

The next moment, Lu Qingshan's eyes were sharp, his legs were clamped, he rode his horse forward, and his figure disappeared into the enemy's formation.

One horse is worth a thousand.

It was like he was in an uninhabited land. The dragon bird was suddenly several times faster. The tip of the sword beat like a spark, and the blazing red sword peak licked the flesh and blood of the White Walkers crazily.

The dragon bird was as fast as a spark and as fast as a ghost. Lu Qingshan rushed to the front, attracting almost 80% of the attention of the White Walkers in this area.

Horse hooves are like thunder.

Hundreds of strange ghosts gathered together, riding horses like a long snake, and rushed towards Lu Qingshan.

Under the gloomy sky, a war horse with disheveled mane collided with a pale dead horse.

The sound of the swords connecting was short and intense, and blue blood flew out, shattering and scattering together with the cold snowflakes.

The sword penetrates the flesh for three points.

The strong smell of blood in the nose mixed with the cold smell like the breath of death coming from the White Walkers, and the White Walkers' dead eyes

Lu Qingshan's blood flowed through his body, boiling like hot water.

It was as if a hot current was hitting his head.

The blood is rising.

Blood surges.

Gu Yun

This can only be regarded as a battle at the secular level, far less than any battle between monks he has experienced in the sky.

But the battle of the monks is too high-tech and fantasy, just like the battle in the era of hot weapons. Although the intensity is hundreds of times that of cold weapons, it will never be able to experience the blood-spraying feeling of fighting in the era of cold weapons.

Now that Lu Qingshan's magic power has been banned by the rules, and facing this fierce and cruel battle in front of him with his mortal body, he can feel the intensity that he has never experienced before.

This was a brutal confrontation that no monk could ever experience.

This is the era of cold weapons.

Lu Qingshan roared loudly, and the battlefield seemed to have infected him, causing the depression in his heart to be released.

The dragon and bird clank like spring water hitting rocks, chopping them in all directions.

Although the ice crystal armor was hard, his dragon bird seemed to have eyes, heading straight for the weak points on the White Walker's body that were not covered by armor.

If this is just about the extraordinary swordsmanship, what is truly terrifying is that even if the dragon bird really collides head-on with the ice armor on the white ghost, the dragon bird sword will flash with gleaming flames.

The previously indestructible ice crystals will melt like snow in an oven under this flame.

The only difference is that head-on confrontation will consume more energy.

Lu Qingshan walked through the boiling battlefield like a dragon. The extremely sharp dragon bird sword rolled into the group of ghosts and swiped at random, and several heads were thrown high into the sky.

The swordsmanship that surpasses this world, and the dragon bird, which is the most powerful weapon in the world of Taoism. The two merge into one, allowing the mortal Lu Qingshan to face these strange ghosts like chopping melons and vegetables.

Blue blood flowed backwards from the blood-soaked Dragon Bird Sword, flowing towards Lu Qingshan's palm.

The hand was so slippery that when he drew the sword, he had to use a little more strength to hold on to the hilt to prevent it from falling away.

"No wonder they tied a strip of cloth on the handle of the knife." Lu Qingshan murmured.

He was born a monk and had never experienced mortal combat.
To be continued...