Chapter 293: Massacre in all directions
The figure flying above the camp was Li Qingyun.

Even though the night was dim, the golden light and sword energy flashing around him were extremely conspicuous. He was like the last god-king on earth, tearing a ray of light out of the darkest night.

“It’s Lord Li! Lord Li is here!”

The soldiers around the camp burst into thunderous shouts, and the seemingly collapsed morale of the army was instantly united.

They had witnessed Li Qingyun’s divine power countless times, and now they were in desperate situation. Seeing that familiar figure again was like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Mu Guiying pursed her lips, became so excited that she was speechless, and tightly grasped the hilt of the knife and shouted:
“All troops, listen up! Follow Lord Li and fight back! Kill——”

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingyun collided head-on with the group of monsters, creating a brutal storm.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he looked a little weak, as if he was trying hard to hold on.

But the explosive power of the sword light still frightened the demons.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere. The monster tide was split into two by his single sword, and the front and back could not be closed together. Large groups of enemies lay in a pool of blood, twitching constantly.

His arrival was like a huge will from heaven and earth descending here, instantly suppressing the arrogant foreign god monster.

Then, He Xiangu, Wang Xuanfu, Lu Dongbin, Mu Guiying and others led the remaining soldiers to charge forward, and joined forces with Li Qingyun to cut the monster line into pieces, and the battle finally got a respite.

The purple light pattern in the distance seemed to sense the threat and suddenly rolled rapidly, attracting a larger number of monster reinforcements, trying to encircle Li Qingyun.

But Li Qingyun is no longer the fledgling practitioner of the past, but a powerful being who has entered the realm of true god. Even if there are still hidden seals of injuries, if he really ignites the will to fight, not a single blade of grass will survive under his sword.

“kill–“

Li Qingyun roared, and the sword energy erupted like fireworks, stirring up a sword energy storm like a whistling gale, which spread violently in the chaotic foggy night.

Dozens of monsters that pounced on him were instantly crushed by the storm, and the splashing black blood fell like rain, and the ground covered with mucus was added with countless broken corpses.

It was brutal and inhumane, but it kept the soldiers’ morale high.

The soldiers around were stunned to see the knife light moving left and right among the monsters in the sky, and each flash took away the lives of several or even dozens of monsters.

Twisted birds also fell from the sky from time to time, but before they got close, Li Qingyun chopped them down with a slash of his palm, and they fell back to the ground and turned into a twisted and rotten pile of flesh and blood.

Some people couldn’t help but cheer loudly:
“Master Li is truly invincible!”

Wang Xuanfu bravely intercepted a centipede monster that was about to launch a sneak attack on Li Qingyun. He saw the monster baring its fangs and claws, but its limbs were broken in the collision with Li Qingyun’s sword, and only half of its body was left wailing on the ground.

Emperor Donghua seized the opportunity and shot through its heart, saying coldly:
“No matter how arrogant you are in front of Lord Li, you will be punished.”

There was a sharp buzzing sound coming from the air, and some more powerful alien monsters gathered into a small-scale spearhead team, trying to attack Li Qingyun from both sides.

Some of them have poisonous stingers on their backs that can spray acid from a distance, and some have half-real and half-virtual bodies with flickering ghost-like shadows that can break through the defenses of many mortal weapons.

However, Li Qingyun just frowned, the blade became brighter, a more blazing golden light burst out, and with ferocious shouts and killing sounds, he once again rushed to the center of the enemy formation.

A golden light flashed across the sky, and the shadow ghost fires dissipated one after another. The elite monsters and the acid sprays were blown apart by the strong wind, and the blood rain dyed the area dozens of steps away into a dirty red.

The devastating power of the sword struck fear into the hearts of all the monsters. Many of the ferocious beasts in the front instinctively retreated, or howled to the sky and dared not go forward again.

But the purple light patterns deep in the cracks whistled, like a whip, forcing them to rush in again.

The battle on the field was once again in full swing, but Li Qingyun’s sword light was like a star fire, illuminating the entire desperate battlefield.

Mu Guiying had seen many big scenes, but such brutal killing still frightened her.

She looked at Li Qingyun’s back, but could feel that he was still struggling secretly inside, because the light was a little disordered, and after every big outburst, his posture would tremble slightly.

But he did not retreat. He forcibly suppressed the seal and injuries and withstood the monstrous tide with his flesh and blood.

That kind of courage that no one else can do it other than me makes everyone admire him beyond words.

“Hold on…”

Mu Guiying whispered to herself with an inexplicable bitterness, then placed the knife across her chest and led her troops to charge at the group of monsters again.

They wanted to seize the opportunity when Li Qingyun tore through the enemy formation and destroy this wave of foreign god offensive in one fell swoop.

Countless soldiers roared in a pool of blood, holding swords and guns, echoing Li Qingyun’s sword energy, breaking the limbs and shells of more monsters.

Under the cover of night, the flames of war were raging, and the scene of rivers of blood seemed to have set the entire land on fire.

In the distance, there was suddenly a loud whistle that broke through the air, and several huge gray-brown spikes whizzed towards Li Qingyun at such a fast speed that even the air seemed to be torn apart.

It was a long-range attack launched from a distance by a giant monster, trying to take advantage of Li Qingyun’s new opportunity when his old strength had declined.

But Li Qingyun just had a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he spun the blade, drawing a half-moon-like wave in the air, cutting off the gray-brown spikes. The fragments fell everywhere and were blown into the night by the wind.

Then he swooped down, seizing the opportunity when the giant monster had not yet retracted its attack, and struck down with his sword like thunder. The giant monster did not even have time to scream before it was split into two, and strange black smoke came out of the broken part.

This scene made the soldiers excited.

They shouted “Lord Li is mighty” and “Kill!” to boost morale.

The land gods took this opportunity to push the front line forward dozens of feet and recaptured some of the ruins occupied by monsters.

The temporary defenses in the camp, which seemed to be on the verge of collapse, finally had the time and opportunity to rebuild.

In contrast, the monsters’ offensive was clearly in a state of panic.

Some mid-level monster leaders shouted commands but were still unable to suppress their subordinates’ fear of fighting.

Most monsters have experienced the horror of the golden-white blade light. No matter how tough or twisted they are, they cannot withstand the fate of being instantly cut down by the blade.

However, the purple light pattern behind was still urging them on, constantly increasing the brutality of some monsters.

The situation on the field was in a delicate stalemate for a while: humans could not kill all the monsters in a short period of time, and the monsters also found it difficult to break through Li Qingyun’s edge.

Just at this moment, a terrifying shadow suddenly rose up from the darkness beside the crack. It was more than ten feet tall, shaped like a giant reptile with a tail covered with thorns. Its body was covered with a pitch-black shell, and heat waves came from the cracks in the shell.

With every step it took, fiery red flames would emerge from the ground, like some kind of magma-like supernatural power.

There was a faint blue glow in the eyes of this monster, and it was obviously of a higher level, far superior to any ordinary soldier.

He Xiangu suddenly saw it crawling towards her, and her face darkened:
“Another extremely powerful leader? It seems that it is unwilling to retreat like this and wants to use this monster to break the deadlock.”

Wang Xuanfu observed the giant thorn-tailed beast and found that the air waves around it were rolling, which could burn the ground and destroy corpses. Once it approached the human position, it would inevitably cause huge damage.

Li Qingyun also felt the danger from that guy.

Without taking time to catch his breath, he flew up again, and the sword flashed like lightning, piercing into the group of monsters, trying to take the head of the giant beast with a thorn tail.

The thorn-tailed beast sensed the threat and suddenly spewed out a stream of lava and fire, like a lightning bolt falling from the sky, dazzling and blinding.

Li Qingyun reacted quickly, and the sword energy condensed into a protective wall in front of him. The fire flow was forcibly diverted, but the aftermath still caused thick smoke to billow out of the surroundings, burning many monsters and causing them to scream.

His eyes were solemn: this giant beast had an extraordinary origin, and it might contain a purer essence of the Outer Gods, and was already very close to the true God.

Moreover, when facing the true God, he had no intention of retreating at all.

So Li Qingyun gritted his teeth and gathered his strength, and the sword light burst out with dazzling sharpness again.

He rushed towards the opponent against the stream of fire and slashed it diagonally, leaving a deep crack on the giant beast’s shell.

The giant beast roared in pain, and swung its tail full of sharp thorns wildly at Li Qingyun.

If hit, even a god-level body could be seriously injured.

At the critical moment, Li Qingyun’s body turned strangely, and the knife light slashed from bottom to top, picking up the tail.

Although the armor spikes were hard, they were broken off by the sword’s furious force, and black blood splattered with sparks. The beast roared angrily, half of its body trembled, and burned with even higher heat waves.

A light grey mist flashed between Li Qingyun’s sleeves, and his body swayed slightly, as if the pain of the seal pierced into his soul, but he still forced himself to gather his strength and blasted out the sword energy again at the weakest part of the giant beast’s body.

The sound was like a sky drum exploding. The chest and abdomen of the giant beast were pierced on the spot, and countless internal organs sprayed out, and even dirty liquid like hot magma came out.

It trembled and tried to struggle, but was unable to support its fatal injury and fell heavily into the rubble and blood.

Everyone was watching with great pleasure, and even the monsters took a few steps back in fear.

Wang Xuanfu couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration:

“Is this the power of the true God?”

There was excitement in He Xiangu’s eyes, but she noticed that Li Qingyun’s body was shaking for a moment.

Her heart tightened: no matter how brave he was, his hidden injuries had not healed yet, and every time he used a big move, he consumed a lot of divine power. If he continued to fight, if the seal in his body broke out, the consequences would be disastrous.

But Li Qingyun had no intention of stopping.

He gasped for breath, with no sign of retreat on his face.

Now that we have stepped onto this battlefield, we must hold on for the sake of humanity, even if we have to sacrifice our lives today.

The monster tide has not yet been completely defeated, and there are more unknown dangers behind.

He swung his sword to cut off the remaining flames, and pointed the tip of the sword at the depths of the monster array. His powerful voice echoed in the night:

“Who dares to go up again?”

It was just a short sentence, but it was like thunder, stirring up endless fighting spirit in the hearts of human soldiers, and the monsters shrank back in fear.

Although they have low IQs, they can sense the terror of this powerful human.

If the purple light pattern does not give the final order, I am afraid they will find it difficult to take the initiative to attack.

The atmosphere in the field was tense, like a knife-edge confrontation.

During this period of time, the strong men on the Tiangang List have commanded the remaining troops to reinforce the camp, help up the fallen wounded, organize weapons and bows and arrows, and kill the monsters that are temporarily out of control one by one to prevent them from resurfacing.

A few torches were lit again in the dilapidated city wall, bringing a touch of warmth to the bleak battlefield.

Many soldiers looked at Li Qingyun with admiration, and even the blood of the enemies and the corpses of their comrades were no longer so glaring.

Li Qingyun put away his sword, stood in mid-air, with his back to the human camp, staring intently into the cracks and the depths of the darkness.

Even though he was exhausted and the seal was gnawing at his internal organs, he still had to maintain absolute deterrence in front of the monster, like a towering mountain between heaven and earth.

The wind blew up his slightly bloodstained clothes, and the black robe reflected the boundless desolation.

In the distance, the purple light patterns slowly receded, as if after assessing the situation, they decided to retreat temporarily, perhaps with other plans.

The monster tide had no choice but to obey and gradually retreat into the darkness, disappearing into the night fog.

At this point, this wave of attack from the foreign gods’ army was successfully stopped by Li Qingyun.

Among the broken walls and ruins, tragic breathing and wailing sounds came one after another in the night wind, like a sad song commemorating the battle, and also reflected that Li Qingyun’s extraordinary sword light protected the world from desperate situation at this moment.

The fighting had stopped for a while, but the bloody scene did not make people feel at ease. Mu Guiying mustered up her strength, climbed onto the rubble and looked around, and saw corpses everywhere.

Humans and monsters are entangled and intertwined, just like Asura hell.

She took a deep breath and signaled to Yang Paifeng: “Quickly gather the active people, rescue the wounded, cut down trees and build fences. We must be on guard all night. The Outer Gods may come again at any time.”

“Fire Marshal” nodded slightly, still resolute despite being seriously injured.

She looked at Li Qingyun, only to see the thin but majestic figure still facing the night without looking back.

I don’t know what dilemma he is thinking about. Perhaps the pain from the seal is pulling at his soul, or maybe he is sensing a deeper conspiracy.

No matter what, everyone was excited at the moment: Lord Li had come, and his battle in the moment of crisis had shocked everyone, winning a glimmer of life and hope for everyone.

The light of the knife was like a spark ignited in the night, telling all those trapped in fear and despair that the world has not yet completely fallen.

While cleaning up the battlefield, the soldiers were discussing Li Qingyun’s domineering sword moves.

Some people admire privately:

“This is the power of a true god. If the foreign god dares to offend again, I will kill him with one sword!”

Some people also sighed in worry: “But the adults themselves seem to have hidden dangers, so they should not overwork themselves.”

Most people just looked at the back with gratitude, awakening the long-lost pride in their hearts, as if the backbone of the entire Song Dynasty had not been broken and could still confront the foreign gods to the end.

The bonfire on the top of the city wall was crackling, reflecting Li Qingyun’s pale cheeks.

He was silent for a long while before he let out a long breath, turned around and said slowly to Mu Guiying, Wang Xuanfu and others:
“The most urgent task is to stabilize the position here and prevent any further movement. I will go check the aftermath of the crack.”

Mu Guiying was just about to persuade him not to be so stubborn, but she saw a dark light flash in his eyes, as if his hidden injury was aching again.

She knew he was determined, so she could only nod and obey.

Li Qingyun then tapped his toes lightly. The blood was still solidifying under his feet, but it did not affect his walking in the air and flying towards the dark and cracked place.

He wanted to confirm whether the Outer Gods had other tricks up their sleeves, and also take the opportunity to investigate the source of certain strange runes and prepare for the subsequent cleanup.

In the night, his back looks lonely and persistent, which makes people feel awe.

He flew hundreds of meters and arrived at the central area where the monsters had retreated. He found that the large pit on the ground was covered with mucus, with some dark rune marks vaguely remaining, like wriggling words.

He wanted to get closer to check, but the gray fog emitted a strong stench, and there was an evil force that faintly resisted his consciousness.

He forced himself to circulate the sword energy to protect his body and stepped on it, only then did he manage not to be eroded by the corrosive tide.

However, the seal of the palace in his body vibrated violently at this moment, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

“Damn…”

He cursed under his breath but did not flinch.

If we leave a loophole for the foreign gods at this time, the world will be in danger.

He condensed a golden blade light in his right hand and slashed at the wriggling rune under his feet.

The light exploded, black dirty liquid overflowed, and a strange and shrill scream seemed to come from inside.

In the end, the sword force wiped out most of the traces of the runes, and the evil power was weakened a lot, turning into mud and dissipating.

After this blow, the tearing pain in his chest became more and more obvious, and the seal slammed into his mind like a twitch.

But he still gritted his teeth and held on, looking around again, digging out more traces of the Outer Gods wherever he saw, destroying them one by one, before he felt a little comforted.

For him, every time he eliminated a strange force, he would avoid future troubles.

Even if he could be attacked by the backlash of “silence” at any time, he could not slack off. When he staggered back to the camp, Mu Guiying and the soldiers had simply cleaned up the battlefield, the wounded were treated, and the walls were reinforced.

Seeing that he looked even more haggard, Mu Guiying hurried over to him:
“Qingyun, why do you have to take the risk yourself? You should save some energy in case the outer gods come again.”

Li Qingyun smiled and waved at her:
“It doesn’t matter. If we can destroy more strange powers, we’ll have a better chance of winning.”

Although this sentence was plain, it made Mu Guiying’s nose sour. She saw that his eyes were far-sighted and his expression was unyielding. She knew that he suffered from the seal, but he still held up half the sky for the people. How could she not admire him?
The soldiers also watched Li Qingyun walk to the center of the camp with reverence. The crowd spontaneously dispersed to form a path and saluted with fists.

Some people wanted to shout out praises loudly, but were subdued by the solemn feeling. The only thing they could do was remain silent with gratitude and admiration, which turned into tremendous respect.

The worship of gods is substantial.

This scene of hundreds of people looking up and waiting, with everyone paying close attention, adds a touch of solemnity to the bloody atmosphere.

Li Qingyun wanted to say “Everyone take a rest” but seeing the expressions of the people, he felt that his responsibility was heavier. He pondered for a while, then raised his hand to signal everyone:

“Although this battle was a victory, the Outer Gods have not truly retreated. All of you comrades are injured, and some have fallen, but we will never allow monsters to wreak havoc on the world. You have fought for the Song Dynasty until this moment, and you should continue to work hard to overcome this difficulty together – I am here, and I will live and die with you.”

These words were not sensational, but sincere and simple, yet they instantly touched everyone’s heart.

A soldier with blood all over his face slapped his breastplate and shouted:
“I am willing to fight with Master Li for another hundred rounds!”

The others responded in unison, and the crowd was excited.

Even Lu Dongbin and others clenched their fists, with new fighting spirit flashing in their eyes.

Under the light, Li Qingyun’s figure was like a blade in the night wind, carrying a chilling chill and a hint of compassion.

He continued slowly:
“Transport the wounded and seal the city walls. You need to take turns to defend tonight. If there is any movement, I will be the first to go when the drum sounds three times.”

As soon as these words were spoken, even the exhausted soldiers regained their energy and staggered towards their respective posts.

Mu Guiying hesitated to speak, and finally reminded in a low voice:
“Qingyun, please take care of yourself. If we fight again, you… must be careful of your injuries.”

Li Qingyun smiled bitterly:
“I know. Once this barrier is stabilized, I will do the breathing exercises.”

As he said this, he put away the magic sword, turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the campfire.

Many people only saw his departing back, and felt that his back was still strong, but they secretly worried about when he would collapse from his hidden injuries.

But at this moment, no one is allowed to ask more questions or force us to stay.

He must continue to stay in charge and prepare for possible second or even third attacks.

As the night deepened, the alien monsters seemed to retreat to the other side of the crack and did not attack again for a while.

But everyone remained highly alert and dared not close their eyes.

Blood and stench covered the land, and body parts of the dead were scattered outside the city. The tragic scene was heart-wrenching.

Only the occasional flicker of fire and the dark clouds in the sky indicated that the night was not truly over yet.

In this world of swords and wailing, Li Qingyun finally wiped out the Outer Gods’ frenzy and restored the army’s prestige with his unparalleled killing skills. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he was like a god descending from heaven, and every strike of his sword was accompanied by a thunderous explosion, shattering despair.

The shocking scene was frozen in people’s minds: one person fighting against countless monsters, his feet stepping on a pool of blood, sword light crisscrossing, and destroying the monsters in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps, this is the “miracle” that the Song Dynasty’s military and civilians most want to see.

They need a hero, a knife that can pierce the darkness. Even if the hero is scarred, he must stand up with perseverance and conviction.

People believe that as long as Lord Li survives, there is still a glimmer of hope in the world.

However, Li Qingyun knew very well that he had only slightly delayed the arrival of doomsday, and the real storm was still lurking deeper.

The Yuxu Palace might be watching secretly, and the main force of the outer gods could attack again at any time.

The “silence” seal in his body was like a heavy hammer, hitting his soul and it could collapse at any time.

No amount of glory and applause can soothe the tearing pain in my chest.

But so what?
He remained determined: having taken on the responsibility of protecting the human race, he would not turn back.

The situation of the Song Dynasty is extremely dangerous at the moment. He has no choice but to move forward and wait for or create an opportunity for a reversal.

The sword is in hand, the blood is still hot. Whether this battle can change the situation depends on whether he can hold on to the end.

The night wind was heavy, the blood had dried on the yellow earth, and the reflections of the torches jumped inside and outside the camp walls like dancing ghosts.

Wang Xuanfu, Mu Guiying and others led a small group of soldiers to patrol the periphery. Looking back at the central campfire, Li Qingyun was sitting there in silence, his eyelids slightly lowered, but still emitting a ray of sword intent to alert the surroundings.

Everyone thought the same thing: If the alien god came again tomorrow, he would stand up again, destroy thousands of enemies with his sword, and fight against billions of monsters alone.

Thinking about that scene makes my heart surge, but also brings endless worry.

But no matter what, that night, people remembered how Li Qingyun descended from the sky, killed everyone in front of the public, and rekindled the hope of life in the flying blood shadows.

This is the critical moment of the tug-of-war. If the human race can defend Yanmen Pass, they will be able to continue to have more hope.

The starlight gradually dimmed, and the thunder and cracks in the distance were still stirring, but at this time a warmth belonging to “people” rose in the camp.

It seems that as long as one person stands, the army will have something to rely on and the devastated land will no longer be hopeless.

The monster retreated temporarily, but the sword energy remained.

Li Qingyun retracted the glowing blade and looked up. There seemed to be endless darkness pressing down in the night sky, but a flame of determination still remained in his heart.

When the sun rises, he will walk the battlefield again, fearless.

The war and killing have not yet ended, but it has left a strong mark for future generations: when the outer gods want to tear the world apart, Li Qingyun comes out again, reflecting the expectations of all living beings with his lone blade.

At that moment, he was no longer a demigod, a true god, or a legend, but the “dawn” in the hearts of everyone in the world.

In this chaotic situation on the verge of collapse, he alone has to resist the flood for mortals.

The dim light of the campfire made his face look even more stern.

With graying temples and a straight back, this is his answer to the world: even if he is covered with scars, he will still move forward with a sword.

The purple cracks in the distance seemed to be spying on this place with a cold gaze, as if mocking the dying struggle of the human race, but they could not prevent the moment of peace.

Perhaps, when the blood moon night comes again, the Outer Gods will come back with a more violent attitude.

And Li Qingyun would draw his sword again without hesitation, even if the price was to exhaust the last bit of his soul and fire, he would never retreat a single step.

He has used this “massacre that everyone is watching” to show that although the world is bitter, the blade remains sharp; although the common people are weak, they can still shake God.

The night is dark, the wind carries away many wails, but also brings the silence and heroism of heroes.

All the remaining survivors rely on each other and take a short break in this desperate situation.

No matter what the Yuxu Palace in the rear is planning tonight, or what kind of terrifying offensive the foreign gods are brewing, at least tonight, there is still a strongest god guarding the border.

The flames and the blades are intertwined in people’s memories, and may be recorded in history books or in the oral accounts of future generations.

In that scene, Li Qingyun alone upheld the dignity of the human race, and fought his way out side by side with countless blood-soaked soldiers, reversing the inevitable defeat.

The souls of the human world also gained a bit of unyielding heat under the reflection of the knife.

It was also on this night that the human army and civilians witnessed what it meant to “turn the tide” – even though Li Qingyun had gone into battle injured, he still managed to resist the fury of the foreign god’s army.

This night is destined to be passed down, bringing a new dawn out of despair, and also foreshadowing greater waves and confrontations, which will eventually reappear like thunder in the dust of future generations.

With a knife in hand and a heart as sharp as a torch, he will not retreat even if blood flows like a river.

This is Li Qingyun’s choice and moment of explosion, and also an opportunity for the human race to accumulate strength in a desperate situation. No matter how the shadow of the crack strikes back, he will write a new chapter with blood and fearlessness with his sharp edge.

If the foreign god comes again, I will kill him again; if he is reborn in despair, I will destroy him with the light of my sword.

So in the camp tonight, countless bodies were lying under the bleak moonlight, but torches and hope were also lit.

All the surviving soldiers looked at Li Qingyun with awe as he sat on the ruined camp and breathed silently.

Amid the whistling wind, he remained motionless, like a dormant volcano.

Once the next storm comes, he will let the sword light explode the world again.

No extra words, no need for more sensationalism.

This scene was enough for later historians and the public to talk about with relish: when the army of foreign gods was about to crush them, it was this true god covered in scars who, in front of everyone’s eyes, used his invincible sword power that had shocked the world before to defeat thousands of enemies and once again hold up the sky for the human race.

Blood and fire intertwined into the halo behind him, delaying the unspeakable nightmare abyss and leaving a glimmer of hope for the Song Dynasty.

The night was deep, which also indicated that the battle was not over yet, and the cold light in Li Qingyun’s scabbard was still ready to go.

In the next battlefield, if the outer gods come with even more terrifying power, he will still appear from behind with a knife in hand, carrying the burden for the entire world.

In everyone’s mind, at this moment, he is the incarnation of the God of War and the only hope to resist the flood of extinction.

The soldiers either prayed quietly or wiped their swords silently, and Li Qingyun’s heroic sword intent aroused the blood in their hearts.

He Xiangu, Mu Guiying and the others also had solemn looks in their eyes, but with a hint of joy in their eyes.

After all, we are still alive and there is still hope.

After a night of holding out and cleaning, the ruined camp stood up again at dawn the next day. Even though it was shaky, it had not been completely lost.

The morning light in the east broke through the clouds, illuminating the swirling black fog deep in the crack, but it did not advance as fiercely as it had last night.

It seemed that the Outer Gods also needed to take a breather, or they were waiting for orders from a more powerful commander.

Li Qingyun looked at the faint dawn light in the sky and sighed softly.

He knew that the new war had not really ended.

But at least today, they fought for the sunrise and extended the vitality of the Song Dynasty a few steps further.

As long as I can still lift the knife, I will never let the monsters crush all the hope of this land.

At that moment, everyone in the world seemed to be shouting silently: The name of Li Qingyun, the immortal blade.

He is the court’s last resort and the patriotic god of war in the hearts of the people.

Some people were even so excited that they wanted to cheer loudly, but when they saw him holding his chest and looking a little weak, they immediately fell silent, realizing that the adult was holding on.

On the night when swords and blood mixed together, he killed everyone like a king, and people saw that although he was injured, he still fought bloody battles to regain the key survival space for the world.

There is no need to publicize it, this strike is enough to make everyone famous.

From now on, if the foreign gods wish to fight again, Li Qingyun’s sword intent will burn even more fiercely.

Even though the pain of the seal becomes more and more severe, I will not change my determination to defeat the enemy.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, his back seemed to be carrying the lives and hatred of the people, standing alone like a pillar against the sky, like a single man blocking the way for ten thousand men to break through.

Until the very last moment, never give up.

The morning sun parted the clouds, and the blood coagulated into dark marks on the ground.

In the silence, there was the sound of horse hooves.

Mu Guiying led her men to inspect the camp, approached Li Qingyun, and said with awe:
“Qingyun, you’ve been fighting hard all day, you should take a break. I’ll be guarding the surroundings.”

Li Qingyun nodded slightly:
“Thank you for your hard work. This place is not out of danger yet. There will be another fierce battle in the future. Marshal, you should be prepared.”

Mu Guiying watched from afar, with reluctance in her eyes: she knew that if he continued to hold on like this, the damage to his body and the seal would be far greater than enormous, but the situation was pressing, what could she do?
I can only pray secretly: I hope this young man can hold on until the final reversal, and I hope there is still hope for the world.

In this morning after the war, the magnificent and tragic sword intent still echoes.

The crowd seemed to be looking towards the distance of the crack at the same time. The shadows were deep, as if another world was calling them.

But they firmly believed that with Li Qingyun around, they would eventually be able to use blood and sword power to shake the power of the Outer Gods.

The battle tonight is proof of this. The thundering sword energy will transform into the most magnificent fire of courage in the subsequent chapters.

At this point, the second encirclement of the Outer Gods’ Legion was broken, and Li Qingyun, in full view of everyone, killed everyone in his way and turned the tide.

His name will be engraved in the most passionate memory of all the living, and it also declares that the critical moment of the tug-of-war is not over, but there is a glimmer of hope.

As long as he is around, people’s hearts will still be able to ignite the fighting spirit.

The blood and smoke have not yet dissipated, and the river of blood on the ground is still warm. In this atmosphere of sorrow and glory, people begin another short rest.

No one will forget how the shining sword light just now shook the heaven and earth, and no one dares to guarantee what kind of terror the outer gods will bring next time.

Yet, here and now, they saw a man who cut through despair and took back tomorrow.

His back was getting farther and farther away, but in the eyes of the soldiers, he was almost like a god.

When the rising sun dyed the night sky with a golden-red edge, the dilapidated camp ushered in another busy day.

Li Qingyun covered his chest lightly to suppress the pain from his hidden injury, then took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the broken wall.

He still needs to deploy his defense and think about the next step.

Perhaps the storm of the three-way game between Yuxu Palace, the outer gods, and even the spirit world has just begun, but he was able to win the first game and pave a bloody path for the human world.

The crowd saluted him with their eyes, and behind the flash of swords there was admiration.

He nodded indifferently, but he knew in his heart: the situation can only be stabilized temporarily at this moment. If the situation is to be completely broken, more sacrifices and strategies will be needed.

But he would not retreat, this was the path he had chosen. Since there was no way to avoid it, he would let the blade be stained with blood and fight to the end.

The battlefield dust gradually dissipated under the sunlight, but dark clouds still settled in the sky.

As soon as the first chapter of the play is closed, the next, even more sinister scene will be revealed.

The scene of Li Qingyun killing everyone will be replayed repeatedly in the souls of many soldiers, creating immortal courage for a more difficult tomorrow.

The man holding the knife is not afraid of the thousands of soldiers under his sword. Even if the sky is stained with blood, he must protect this world from harm.

That night, the swords flashed fiercely and the blood flowed freely, but it made everyone look forward to the next dawn and ignited their anticipation for the daybreak.

The sharp edge aroused by the battle also temporarily illuminated the infinite darkness brought by the Outer Gods…

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(End of this chapter)