Chapter 892: The Rampant Huang Tian Dharma

Li Cunxiao took the lead, like a god descending from heaven, with surging internal energy all over his body. The iron-grey internal energy swirled around him like a layer of flowing armor.

The bronze Yuwang Spear in his hand flickered with a faint cold light under the moonlight. Every time he swung it, it brought with it a momentum like a tsunami, tearing through space and crushing all obstacles.

Several Daqian generals in front rode hurriedly, wearing silver armor and holding spears, with determination flashing in their eyes. It was obvious that they were going to fight to the death to stop the surging Yellow Turban cavalry.

However, Li Cunxiao, who was at the front, just narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced coldly ahead, and then his whole body of energy suddenly surged, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.

"die!"

He shouted loudly, raised the King Yu's Spear high, and then swung it out with the force of thunder!
"Ding! Li Cunxiao's skill Flying Tiger is activated, and his force value is +5.
Li Cunxiao's current force value is 129+5, rising to 134! "

"boom!"

A brilliant trajectory was drawn in the air, and the tip of King Yu's spear hit the Daqian generals with the force of thunder. Accompanied by a loud bang, the air made a violent explosion, and King Yu's spear hit the Daqian generals heavily.

They seemed to be hit by an invisible hammer. They didn't even have time to react before they were knocked off their horses by this horrific force. Like a kite with a broken string, their bodies were instantly torn into pieces by the huge force. Blood gushed out like a fountain, spilling into the air, and then they fell heavily to the ground, dead.

The power of this spear made the surrounding Daqian soldiers change color and an indescribable fear surged in their hearts. They looked at Li Cunxiao as if they were looking at an evil ghost from hell, their eyes filled with despair.

However, Li Cunxiao had no expression on his face, as if he had just done something insignificant. He continued to urge the warhorse under his crotch and rushed forward. Wherever he passed, no one could stop him and nothing could not be broken.

The three thousand Flying Tiger Riders followed closely behind him, their war horses as fierce as dragons and tigers, with raging flames of war burning in their eyes, as if they wanted to reduce everything in front of them to ashes.

And behind the Flying Tiger Cavalry, the one thousand Yellow Turban warriors were like demons from hell, wreaking havoc on the camp.

The Yellow Turban warriors, who were Taoist soldiers, rushed into the camp like a tiger into a flock of sheep, slaughtering these ordinary Daqian reinforcements.

The blood and energy of many Yellow Turban warriors who had already practiced the Taoist-specific skills merged with the evil energy of the battlefield. With their amazing strength, they transformed into yellow phantoms and moved freely among the enemy troops.

I saw a Yellow Turban strongman holding a huge axe, who suddenly leaped up, and the axe blade made a sharp sound as it chopped down a Daqian soldier.

Before the soldier could react, he was split in half by the huge axe, blood splattered everywhere, it was a horrible sight.

The other Yellow Turban strongman wielded a sledgehammer like a moving mountain, invincible. Every time he swung the hammer, he could smash several Daqian soldiers into pieces. The tragic scene was too tragic to watch.

The rampage of the Yellow Turban Warriors' Taoist soldiers plunged the Daqian reinforcements into extreme panic, forcing them to flee in all directions, with cries and screams audible one after another, and the entire camp of the Daqian reinforcements was in chaos.

However, this was not the most terrifying thing. Hundreds of Yellow Turban Warriors suddenly gathered together, wearing yellow turbans and standing expressionlessly, as if they were stone sculptures with endless murderous intent in their eyes. Their blood and energy merged with the evil spirit on the battlefield, and combined with the running Huangtian formation, they turned into a huge airflow, forming a chilling atmosphere.

The huge formation formed by hundreds of Yellow Turban warriors covered the entire battlefield. As the brown-yellow formation was operating, it seemed as if an invisible force was pulling the vitality of heaven and earth, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

As the Huangtian formation was activated, the Yellow Turban warriors began to gather together and launch attacks. Their bodies seemed to transform into yellow phantoms, shuttling back and forth across the battlefield at a speed so fast that it was astonishing.

Each of the Yellow Turban warriors is like a sophisticated machine. They move at a specific pace and rhythm, forming an unbreakable offensive and defensive system. Their attacks are continuous like waves, one after another.

At this time, the camp was in chaos. The Yellow Turban Warriors, who were Taoist soldiers, seemed to have become invincible on the entire battlefield with the blessing of the Huangtian Formation.

They slaughtered the Daqian reinforcements wantonly, and wherever they went there was blood and gore. Those ordinary Daqian soldiers were like lambs to be slaughtered in front of them, and had no power to resist at all.

As the Huangtian Formation continued to operate, it madly drew power from the heaven and earth. The surrounding vital energy and the evil spirit on the battlefield began to gather together. Under the guidance of the formation, they gradually gathered around the Yellow Turban Warrior, forming powerful airflows.

Under the guidance of the formation, this mixed airflow gradually formed a huge Huangtian Dharma image similar to the Dharma image of the god of war in the formation.

The Huangtian Dharma Image was huge in size, much larger than the ordinary war god's Gangqi Dharma Image. It radiated yellow light all over, as dazzling as the scorching sun. It stood above the battlefield, as if it could cover the sky and the sun.

The military form condensed by the Taoist soldiers, if placed on an ordinary battlefield, would be a huge disaster for ordinary soldiers even if it only relied on its huge size.

As long as the military formation on the Taoist soldiers is not broken, then this group of Taoist soldiers will be like a huge meat grinder when they activate their Dharma form on the battlefield.

The appearance of Huang Tian Faxiang made the Daqian reinforcements even more panicked. It waved its huge arms, and every wave could take away the lives of a group of enemy soldiers.

Looking at the Huang Tian Dharma Image wreaking havoc in the field, countless Daqian reinforcements showed horror on their faces and fled in all directions, trying to escape this horrific battlefield.

After seeing the Yellow Turban warriors wreaking havoc in the front, the three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry consciously split into several groups of cavalry and headed for the various war facilities and baggage and food warehouses in the camp.

They charged all the way, and wherever they went, the enemy's tents were torn apart, campfires were put out, and war facilities were destroyed.

Many cavalrymen wearing Flying Tiger armor held torches and quickly ignited every facility, making the flames burn fiercely. The baggage and grain warehouses were burned to ashes by them.

Flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and the red flames raged through the camp like a giant dragon, reducing everything to ashes. The entire camp was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

The entire camp fell into chaos. The Daqian reinforcements in the camp were defeated by the sudden attack and fled in all directions.

(End of this chapter)