The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

Yuzhou, Yingpanshan Iron Mine

This is one of the most important iron ore producing areas in Yuzhou, and it is also second only to Yuzhou City.

At this moment, 30,000 Southern Barbarian warriors are lurking in the dense forest near Yingpan Mountain. The leader is the leader of the Corpse Gu Tribe of the Seven Tribes of the Gu Tribe.

"Clan leader, the Yingpan Mountain Iron Mine is the lifeblood of these Central Plains people. It is heavily guarded. It seems not good for only one of us to attack, right?" Beside the clan leader, the elder of the Corpse Gu said.

"Some time ago, Granny Tian Gu sent a message saying that there was something unusual in Jiyuan, and many experts were recalled. We can't expect to get support from them in the short term, let alone..."

The leader of the Corpse Gu tribe said rather arrogantly: "There is no place for me to join forces in the Great Feng Army. If I want to leave, who dares to stop me!"

Battles involving cultivators are often so unreasonable, not to mention that the leader of the Corpse Gu tribe is still a third-level extraordinary, and cannot be defeated by anyone other than a strong person of the same level.

"I heard that the Yingpan Mountain Iron Mine is so important that the governor of Yuzhou specially invited a watchman, Jin Luo, to take charge." The elder added.

"The watchman? There are no outstanding people in the imperial court, so why should I be afraid of him?" The leader of the Corpse Gu tribe thought for a moment and said, "What kind of cultivation level does the other party have?"

"It should be a fourth-level warrior." The elder replied.

"It's only a fourth grade, just in time to kill to sacrifice the flag!" said the leader of the Corpse Gu tribe.

It’s night, Yingpanshan Iron Mine

The leader of the Corpse Gu tribe controls a third-level extraordinary walking corpse, haunting the darkness.

With the cultivation level of a third-level powerhouse, the Dafeng defenders at the Yingpanshan Iron Mine could not notice it at all. Soon, he found the small building where Jin Luo from the capital's watchman organization was located.

The leader of the Corpse Gu tribe had no intention of covering up his whereabouts, so after he rushed into the small building, Jin Luo, the watchman in the building, immediately shouted and asked: "How dare you, Fang Xiaoxiao, to break into Yingpan Mountain without permission!"

"The person who wants your life!" The third-level zombie controlled by the leader of the Corpse Gu tribe smacked out his palms and blasted towards the watchman's golden gong like a cannonball.

Jin Luo, the watchman, was already a master of the fourth level of condensation. When he made a move, he perfectly controlled his own strength. He saw a blade of light slashing out, carrying the opponent's indomitable fighting spirit, and was about to kill him. The leader of the Corpse Gu tribe was cut into two pieces!

"boom!"

A collision caused a burst of smoke and dust. The long knife in the hand of Jin Luo, the watchman, had already cut off the chest area. Strangely, not a drop of blood was shed.

"Walking corpse? It turns out to be the Corpse Gu Department that plays with corpses. You want to kill me just because of a corpse. It's simply ridiculous!" There was a lot of noise when the two were fighting, and the Dafeng defenders at Camp Pan Mountain were already watching.

"Shh!"

It was another indomitable sword strike. The martial artist's attack was so straight, but it was difficult to get rid of it.

The striker Jinluo's sword had already struck the waist of the third-grade walking corpse. Just as he was about to activate his Qi machine to cut the walking corpse in two pieces.

The voice of the leader of the Corpse Gu tribe sounded again: "Who said that I only have one walking corpse?"

In the darkness, another unusually tall third-level zombie rushed out and crashed into the watchman's golden gong.

Although the opponent was just a corpse, the force generated when he launched the attack was even far greater than that of a martial artist of the same level.

"Damn it, it's the walking corpse of a Buddhist third-grade Vajra!" Jin Luo, the watchman, knew something was wrong when he saw the golden lines on the walking corpse.

There were two third-grade walking corpses, one of which was a Buddhist third-grade Vajra, and he couldn't stop them at all.

"Pfft!"

Just when Jin Luo, the watchman, was about to retreat, another graceful figure rushed out of the darkness and stabbed him in the chest.

"Three...three bodies, three...grades?" The watchman Jin Luo's eyes were about to split, and he died immediately. He was surrounded by three walking corpses of the third grade. He couldn't even escape.

After his death, the head of the Corpse Gu tribe transferred the body of the Corpse Gu into his body. Not long after, the corpse of Jin Luo, the watchman, stood up tremblingly. "Very good, with this walking corpse, my 'Seven Corpse Formation' can be further improved." The chief of the Corpse Gu Tribe said with great satisfaction.

The four walking corpses slowly walked out of the small building. At this time, Yingpan Mountain had turned into a purgatory on earth, with shouts of death and screams coming and going.

Apparently, this 30,000-strong Southern Barbarian tribe, under the leadership of the Corpse Gu tribe, had taken advantage of the darkness to completely capture Yingpan Mountain.

"Chief, Dafeng's reinforcements have arrived, what should we do?" An elder came over and said, covered in blood.

"It doesn't matter. Without setting up the artillery array, the Dafeng defenders dare not take action against us. They must first blow up the opponent's iron mines and then leave." The leader of the Corpse Gu tribe said.

Dafeng has been operating in Yingpan Mountain for decades. If this mine is destroyed, it will definitely cause a huge blow to Dafeng.

"Yes!" After many victories, the elders of the Corpse Gu Department became blind and arrogant.

They did not notice in time that the Dafeng army that came for reinforcements was a little different.

……

Not long ago, the secret camp of the Selective Front Camp

"The whole army is ready for war and ready to attack!" Wei Yuan's high-pitched voice resounded through the sky.

Lu Yuan, wearing full-body heavy armor, walked out of the tent and said to Su Lie, who was standing beside him, "What happened?"

"There is an urgent military situation. Thirty thousand barbarians under the command of the Corpse Gu Tribe are heading straight for the Yingpanshan Iron Mine, the heart of Yuzhou. The Commander-in-Chief ordered us to wait for starry night to rush for reinforcements," Su Lie said.

"What? Before we took the initiative to attack, the Corpse Gu Tribe rushed in so impatiently?" Lu Yuan lamented the recklessness of these southern Gu tribes.

He also knew very well in his heart that Wei Yuan was planning to use his tactics to kill these Corpse Gu tribe barbarians in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, not long after, Wei Yuan rode over in person and gave him an order: "Lu Yuan, prepare quickly and follow this commander into battle to kill the enemy!"

"No!" Lu Yuan suddenly accepted the order.

Since these southern barbarians can’t wait to die themselves, let’s help them this time!

Otherwise, if the land of the Sixteen Prefectures in the world is really called great, there will really be no heroes.

The flames were burning, and the corpses of the defenders who had fallen to the ground were reawakened by the soldiers of the Corpse Gu Department and joined the team besieging the Dafeng defenders.

Looking around, there were nearly a thousand corpses of Paoze, controlled by Corpse Gu soldiers to attack friendly forces, causing the morale of the Dafeng defenders to fall again and again, and they were defeated like a mountain.

At this desperate moment, a desolate horn sounded through the sky. Under the cover of night, the heavy cavalry of more than 3,000 selected front battalions, under the command of Wei Yuan, like a sharp sword, swept from the 30,000 Nanman army. He was stabbed in from behind.

"kill!"

Lu Yuan held Maple Red in his hand and took the lead. The nine-foot-long blade was just right in the battle formation of the rebels, causing a bloody storm wherever it passed.

The broken limbs and the splattered blood all reflect the majestic power of the "Magic Sword"!

"Kill him!" Two warrior zombies with fourth-level cultivation, under the control of two corpse Gu ministers, fell from the sky like cannonballs and hit Lu Yuan's position hard.

"Well done!" Lu Yuan laughed ferociously, and the maple red sword slashed out a fifty-meter-long sharp blade, dismembering the two walking corpses in mid-air. (End of chapter)