Chapter 1030

In the sky, clouds swirled, Sanskrit sounds flowed, colorful lotuses bloomed, and Radiance Qi intertwined. A huge golden body moved vaguely in the clouds, casting a huge shadow.

Rolling wild winds swept through, and the dharma wind stumbled in the air. A blue-clad man had a golden spear piercing his chest, rising and falling in the air. The dharma master behind him was rapidly catching up, his wild laughter resounding.

The man coughed up blood, his heart cold:

'Not just the ferry crossing... the shore is already full of Buddhist cultivators...'

Chen Jinxi was ordered to guard the river bank with Li Minggong, but the number of dharma masters heading south was huge, and they were already struggling to resist... Who knew that a team of Zhao troops would kill their way in halfway!

These Zhao troops wore iron armor, had the style of the Great Desert, and were extremely strong. Most were at the Qi Refining level, led by Foundation Establishment cultivators. They specifically bypassed the places guarded by Li Minggong and Ding Weijin, breaking through from the side—and even sacrificed a formation-breaking talisman!

The ferry crossings on both sides didn't have many guards to begin with, relying entirely on Foundation Establishment reinforcements, and were immediately broken. Seeing that the ferry crossings on the left and right had all been broken, Li Minggong felt that something was wrong and ordered to abandon the formation and retreat.

Chen Jinxi was not stupid, and even very smart. He understood that the strength of the north and south was not equal. He fled all the way, guarding against everything, but

he never expected that in the process of retreating, a golden body would fall from the sky halfway!

This golden body was nothing to divine abilities, but it was a mountain when it hit the ground, and it would crush people to death. Chen Jinxi escaped from under the golden body with great difficulty. His vague connection with the white ape was immediately broken, he lost sight of Li Minggong, and was chased all the way to the west!

It hadn't been long since Chen Jinxi broke through to Foundation Establishment, let alone falling into the eyes of several dharma masters? Within just a few dozen miles, several golden artifacts had already landed on him, the blood in his mouth gushed out desperately, and he looked up in despair:

'Where exactly did the cultivators retreat to... could it be that they are fighting on the lake...'

Under his feet, there were countless sounds of killing. Golden soldiers and spirit iron clashed, and flesh and blood flew at the intersection. Just when Chen Jinxi was in despair, his eyes suddenly lit up. Looking from afar, a man in bronze armor was standing in a pool of blood, holding an axe in each hand. The blades were stained with blood, and thick thunder light was rising.

'Li Zhouda!'

Even if this hot-tempered Li family direct descendant who handled Qingdu affairs had offended many outsiders, and made his Chen family bow their heads many times, Chen Jinxi couldn't help but shed tears the moment he saw him:

'Finally saw someone! He has many treasures on him! He must be able to save my life!'

"Hum!?"

The blood escape technique rapidly consumed his blood Qi. Chen Jinxi only felt dizzy, and couldn't even catch his last breath. He slowly saw the situation clearly, and his heart jumped.

On both sides of Li Zhouda, there was a golden hook, stuck into the long axe, locking his weapon, connected by thick chains, held in the hands of the dharma masters on both sides. The man didn't care about the bronze bell floating above his head, thunder light constantly responding, seemingly guarding against something. His muscles contracted, ejecting the arrow that had pierced his chest, and he scanned the front fiercely.

Li Zhouda was always the vanguard in battle. Such injuries were not rare, and they had achieved his exquisite fighting skills and tough dharma body. He just held the long axe high, pulling the dharma masters on the left and right to stagger, and slashed down!

"Boom!?"

Rolling thunder light suddenly exploded, but Chen Jinxi had no time to rejoice. Feeling the coldness approaching from behind, his heart was shocked:

"My Lord, save me!"

This sound suddenly resounded, making Li Zhouda look up. The expression of this hot-tempered man looking at him was full of shock and unease.

This man didn't even think, roared, jumped high in an instant, and the thunder bell above his head moved position without hesitation, wanting to protect the arriving Chen Jinxi within it!

"Hum..."

But he was a beat too slow after all. The moment Chen Jinxi's voice fell, a person had already appeared before his eyes, wearing silver-white armor, holding a blood-colored axe high, staring at him with interest.

'Foundation Establishment Peak...'

The next instant, the blood-colored axe had already landed on Chen Jinxi's face. That face, which was 70% similar to Chen Yang's, was filled with distorted fear. His skull opened at the sound, and white brains splashed out due to the intense Radiance Qi irradiation. The harsh friction sound and the splashing water sound started instantly!

"Er!?"

Half of Chen Jinxi's tongue let out a miserable howl, his left hand hurriedly pulled at the right half of his body, but intense pale yellow light splashed out from the neat cross-section of his body.

"Splash!?"

Rolling black blood spilled down, drenching Li Zhouda's head and face. The man coughed twice, was suppressed back to the ground by the golden artifact on the other side, endured the urge to fall, spat out the blood, and reached out to wipe his chest armor.

In his palm full of blood were two white, broken teeth, the texture slowly turning gray, obviously rapidly transforming into river stones as time passed.

Li Zhouda stared blankly for a moment, even though he usually had no friendship with Chen

Jinxi, at this moment his eyes were bloodshot, but he heard a cold shout in his ear:

"My Lord, it's time to go!"

The light of Kan Water soared into the sky, and the tattered robes were shattered into scattered gray wind in the air, suddenly bright, illuminating Li Jiangxia's face not far away, making it flicker between light and dark. This young master was tall, standing majestically among the cultivators, covered in blood, his expression gloomy, throwing away the head in his hand.

Obviously, he had come to meet him.

That smooth head rolled to the ground, still opening its eyes, looking at him greedily. Li Zhouda finally let go of the double axes in his hands, threw a talisman, and rode the wind up.

Li Jiangxia supported Li Zhouda and looked coldly. The axe-wielding Gongsun cultivator didn't pay attention to the talisman in the air at all, but looked at his companion, pointing at the brains on the ground to show off.

Li Zhouda coughed blood again, saying nothing. Li Jiangxia turned around, and a group of cultivators had already met them:

"Uncle... hurry up and take the medicine!"

The two fell back into the formation, and Li Jiangxia let go of the man's hand. The woman on the side immediately picked up a cloak and covered Li Jiangxia.

Although Li Jiangxia had no children and no woman he liked as a wife, there were many women in the mansion, and they surrounded him with concern

looking at him. Li Jiangxia waved his hand, his gaze lingering on the high platform spirit treasure in the sky.

The battle to this point could be described as a river of blood. The number of monks and dharma masters from the north who died here was countless. Li Jiangxia alone had already taken down three dharma masters, but the Buddhist cultivators were brave and not afraid of death, and the demon cultivators were looking for opportunities, so the situation was gradually reversing.

The shadow of the golden body in the sky cast down, and the jade ring in his sleeve turned from dark to bright. Li Jiangxia's heart sank:

"Only the west ferry crossing guarded by Ding Keqing is still holding... the formations of the other five ferry crossings have been broken. We can't let Ding Keqing guard it anymore... Once the rear is surrounded, it is very likely to be trapped inside..."

The young master raised his sleeve, tapped on the jade ring, and the last brightness dimmed. Soon, he saw a commotion in the west, and the earth trembled. Obviously, Ding Weijin was killing his way back.

The defensive strength on the lake had already suffered significant losses. Several ferry crossings were lost at the same time, and demon cultivators had killed their way into the depths of the river bank in several places. Li Jiangxia estimated... the worst part of the situation had already killed through more than half of the north bank.

'Father is trapped by the spirit treasure again... if this battle cannot end for a long time... I am afraid it will be a disaster...'

His heart was heavy, and the dharma artifact in his hand released Bright Yang light, forcing the group of dharma masters back. His golden eyes were cold and sharp, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

'There is also a problem in the wilderness... the Song court's troops might have already

arrived at Li Xia...'

"Young Master!?"

He was just pondering when a person rode the wind from the south, landed in front of him, with a serious expression, and lowered his brows:

"Nan Tanchen pays respects to Young Master..."

Nan Tanchen bowed. Although Li Jiangxia was not familiar with him, he at least knew he was guarding the east bank, so he raised his brows and said:

"How is the dense forest?!"

Nan Tanchen hurriedly said:

"The Buddhist cultivators crossed the wilderness all the way to attack Li Xia. There is not much pressure on the east bank. The Young Master asked about the enemy situation, and asked us to come to the river side to reinforce first!"

Li Jiangxia's heart stirred secretly, knowing that his guess was not far off. He scanned the crowd behind Nan Tanchen, and suddenly saw the young man looking around, frowning:

"Suining... what are you doing here!"

Li Suining just stepped out, his expression solemn, and replied:

"Demon cultivators have repeatedly fled to the lake. The elders know that the situation on the north bank is bad, so they ordered the younger brother to lead the disciples to prepare to enter the bank to guard. I came to report to my Lord on his behalf first."

Li Jiangxia was choked for a moment, shook his head and said:

"Not to this extent... the key point is still Wei Wang. I heard the movement in the sky, Gongsun Bei has already arrived!"

Li Suining's expression was calm, but looking at the huge spirit treasure that isolated the sky, the light of rolling 'Radiance Qi' was reflected in his pupils, and his heart had already exploded.

''Radiance Qi', it really is him!'

'Gongsun Bei... in the founding battle, this person was clearly guarding Shanjie. How did he come to the lake? And when has there ever been a huge spirit treasure that suppresses the sky?'

Following the movement of the huge golden body in the sky, the shadow covered the few people again, and a thick ominous feeling grew in Li Suining's heart:

'In the previous life, there was no situation where demon cultivators fled to the lake at all. Although the river bank was precarious, these Buddhist cultivators were never let across the river. In other words... it was the Zhao troops brought by Gongsun Bei that changed the situation by the lake.'

'How is it possible... Gongsun Bei is Zhao court, it is the order of Zhixuan Xie... why did it change overnight...'

Li Suining only changed the death of Ding Weijin. No matter how hard he pondered, he still didn't know how Gongsun Bei, a Zhao court general with Zifu divine abilities and an important figure in Zhao, would suddenly come to the lake!

His heart was cold and gloomy, but Li Jiangxia was also pondering, and said after a long time:

"Forget it... you go to the dense forest for me! Guest Elder Sun is in an emergency rescue of Senior Bai Yuan and cannot spare his hands. You can take Uncle back to recuperate by the way!"

Li Jiangxia naturally knew Li Suining. The situation on the battlefield changed in an instant. Foundation Establishment cultivators might be besieged and suffer losses, let alone Qi Refining. How could he bear to let him come to the front? He pulled him over and said with a dark expression:

"The north bank is covered with mountains and forests, and there is little farmland. Even if it has been plowed several times by Buddhist cultivators, the loss is not great. Once the situation fails, Foundation Establishment cultivators can still escape, but the low-level cultivators guarding the north bank will inevitably be wiped out. Whether it is the dense forest or the lake, we must not add troops here anymore!?"

The cultivators didn't expect the situation to be so decadent, and they were all choked. Li Jiangxia was not affected at all, and said sternly:

"The defense of the dense forest is the most critical. Let him stand by. Just now I watched the great battle in the sky, and a Mohe retreated from Li Xia. It is very likely that the Song troops have arrived at Li Xia. You make it clear to Li Jianglong—if you find an opportunity, you can boldly lead troops out from the east bank to cut off the Zhao people's retreat!"

Li Suining's heart was shocked. He didn't expect Li Jiangxia to still have the spirit of progress in such an inferior situation. He stared at him blankly, but Li Jiangxia sneered and replied:

"You just need to bring the words. If Li Jianglong is incompetent himself, don't blame me."

Li Suining hurriedly returned the salute and helped Li Zhouda up. Only then did he realize that the man was covered in blood and injuries, and he could still see the golden artifact fragments shining on his broken clothes:

"... Uncle Zhouda!?"

Li Zhouda shook his head with a cold face. Li Suining looked at him, covered in sweat, and turned back. He went south all the way in Nan Tanchen's dharma wind, his heart pounding. The dense forest mountain was in sight. Nan Tanchen hurriedly landed, and saw a black-clad young master wandering in the mountains.

This man had handsome eyes and long brows, golden eyes, and a first-class posture. It was the fourth younger brother, Li Suihuan.

If Li Suining had a bit of gloomy coldness, Li Suihuan completely interpreted the appearance of the Zifu direct descendant. His golden eyes were bright, his steps were vigorous, and even if he was anxious, he still maintained a calm demeanor, not the aggressive and self-respecting nobility of ordinary families, but a kind of immortal aura of divine blood descendants.

Although this fourth younger brother was the eldest son of the second uncle Li Jianglong, his personality was more like the third uncle Li Jiangxia. He stepped over generously, and although he didn't speak, the solemnity in his bright eyes had already made it clear.

Li Suining didn't have time to speak, heard Li Suihuan hurriedly take over Li Zhouda, gasped, and said in a low voice:

"Brother came late. There were sounds of killing everywhere in the south, the army was defeated and retreated, and Father has already led people to kill their way out!"

Li Suining's full words were suddenly blocked in his throat. He paced anxiously in the mountains, only feeling that his hands were wet. Just by supporting Li Zhouda, his hands were full of blood.

"The young masters are not ordinary people. As long as Wei Wang is fine, today's affairs cannot be counted as affairs."

Li Zhouda's voice was hoarse, his beard full of blood, but he had no intention of dealing with it, but stepped forward a few steps and looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion.

This person was also in armor, with gray eyes and long brows, and a pale face, obviously suffering heavy injuries. It was Chen Yang.

Seeing him look over, Chen Yang couldn't pretend not to see him, hurriedly stood up, and said respectfully:

"Seen..."

"Don't force it!"

Li Zhouda coughed, his gaze complex, but his tone was cold and disdainful:

"Guest Elder Chen has long been displeased with me. If you say it plainly, you call me more respectfully than anyone else every time. Isn't it too hypocritical!?"

Chen Yang had never seen this battle, and was stunned. The man spat out a breath in panic, the clenched fist finally loosened, and he showed the palm full of blood to Chen Yang.

In his wide palm were two broken teeth.

"But your Jinxi... I didn't save him, I let you down..."

Chen Yang frowned and narrowed his eyes, looked away slightly, looked back after a moment of daze, moved his lips, wanted to ask but didn't come out, but retreated two steps and sat down in the pavilion.

This Chen family head, who had always been known for his deep scheming, pondered for a moment, and finally looked like a father, frowning: "Only this?"

Li Zhouda stood anxiously for a moment, and began to regret that he didn't use a jade box to pack it well, and said stiffly: "Only this."