768 How Beautiful the Green Hills Are (2/2)

He could fall over at any moment.

He had already killed the opposition's marshal.

He had never exuded a sense of ferocity.

But he was a truly ferocious warrior.

A true warrior would fight thousands of armies and take the life of the general, even if he was about to die.

There were sorrowful exclamations and thunderous hoofbeats.

The massive, dark crowd of cavalry started to charge.

The sounds of the zither and flute started, like the murmuring of a fountain.

From time to time, cavalry would fall from the horse's back, and a war-horse would fall miserably and be trampled into a pile of mush and blood by its companions. The cavalry was not made up of cultivators, and they could not use talismans. They only held on with their lives.

Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Buhuo were also holding on.

Eldest Brother had fixed the strings on the Chinese zither and unblocked the vertical bamboo flute. They had been injured by the Great Divine Priest of Revelation, and even though Eldest Brother had healed them, they were not able to fully recover in such a short period of time.

They lowered their heads and played their instruments with focus.

The strings of the zither were stained with blood and blood started dripping from the flute.

Mu You stood under the iron shelter, holding several arrows in her hand. She looked at the flooding cavalry.

Sixth Brother stood at the front, outside the shelter. He held the heavy hammer tightly, the muscles on his arms almost bursting out of his shirt.

Fourth Brother held the River and Mountain Sandbox. His arms were shaking and his face was pale. He knew that the Academy was facing its greatest danger at that moment and they might all die in it. However, he could not help his Younger Brothers and Sisters.

Jun Mo waved the sword.

He held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, looking majestic.

Blood flew everywhere, hooves breaking and heads flying.

No one knew how many cavalry were felled by the iron sword.

However, the cavalry soldiers rushing toward the Verdant Canyon numbered too many. Jun Mo had just lost his arm and was gravely injured. Even though he did not retreat against the crowd, he could not stop the tide from rising and flooding them.

Jun Mo's figure was eventually swallowed by the cavalry.

Dozens of cavalry crossed the gradually darkening sword and arrived before the Verdant Canyon.

Mu You looked at the cavalry's twisted faces. Her hands pressed down softly, and she broke the arrow in her hands.

A pure Qi of Heaven and Earth overflowed from the iron shelter to the plain.

Five deep ravines suddenly appeared on the surface of the plain that was littered with arrows and blood.

The five ravines surrounded the exit of the Verdant Canyon.

Those ravines were deep, black and bottomless. However, they were not wide, and were just enough to hold horse hooves.

The front hoof of a war-horse stepped into a ravine and was broken off by the great force of its charge.

The tragic neighing of horses rang out one after another, and in an instant, more than ten war-horses crashed to the ground.

Several bellows rang out from the cavalrymen of the Divine Hall, and they continued charging forth.

They knew that this was the power of the tactical array. They had to kill the woman powering it as soon as possible.

Sixth Brother held his hammer and stood at the front silently. His bulking figure shielded his junior sister completely.

Several arrows were shot towards them, but his expression did not change.

The sharp arrows pierced through his naked chest, but only left a few white dots on his tanned skin.

A cavalry charged up bravely, crossing the five ravines by luck and he rushed to the front of the shelter.

The war-horse was very fast, speeding against the wind.

Sixth Brother raised his hammer and brought it down.

He had done this action all his life.

Even powerhouses from the Devil's Doctrine might not be able to avoid his hammer.

Much less the ordinary cavalry.

The heavy hammer hit the war-horse's head accurately.

After a sharp crack, the horse's head cracked, spurting blood everywhere.

The war-horse fell heavily on the ground, causing clouds of dust to rise into the air.

Sixth Brother raised his hammer again towards his next enemy.

The battle in front of the Verdant Canyon lasted for an indeterminable amount of time.

The autumn sun gradually moved westward and the cold wind grew colder.

The sounds of the zither and flute grew weaker.

Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Buhuo were pale and they kept coughing blood.

Mu You grew more and more haggard.

Wang Chi hid behind the furnace anxiously. He looked up at the sky from time to time, as if he was praying.

Only Sixth Brother kept waving his hammer. The ground was littered with dead war-horses with heads split open.

The gleam of the iron sword was no longer visible among the flood of cavalry. Only the flying limbs and blood proved that the man holding the iron sword was still alive and fighting.

The night gradually grew darker.

The West-Hill Divine Palace lit their torches and continued attacking the Verdant Canyon.

Under the backdrop of countless torches, the night seemed as bright as day.

The sounds of the zither and flute before the Verdant Canyon grew more chaotic.

Beigong and Ximen were no longer pale. Their cheeks were suffused with a very ominous glow.

They no longer coughed blood because they had no more blood.

Mu You's hair was messy and unkempt, her Psyche Power was almost drained up.

Even Sixth Brother's muscular arms started to tremble, his hammer even started to look deformed.

Fourth Brother stared at the River and Mountain Sandbox silently.

Wang Chi had already stood up from behind the furnace. He looked at the Night Dome and muttered to himself.

They have not seen Second Brother's figure in a long time.

But they knew that he was still fighting.

The iron sword was still there.

Because the Verdant Canyon was still there.

An entire night had passed.

The stories that happened that night and the determination that played out were hard to describe with words.

The Academy disciples who guarded the Verdant Canyon and the attacking cavalryman of Divine Hall were close to their breaking point.

Dawn arrived, but the daylight was still bleak.

Wang Chi kept looking at the sky, his neck was long sore. However, he did not feel much.

He gave a sudden shout.

Sixth Brother heard it and paused slightly. He tossed the misshapened hammer and hit over a cavalry before walking towards the shelter rapidly.

Fourth Brother's left hand left the River and Mountain Sandbox and spat out blood with a poof. However, Sixth Brother ignored it and quickly retrieved a talisman paper, using his Psyche Power to turn it into a breeze.

The breeze reached the furnace.

Sixth Brother moved the breeze with his utmost power.

The cold wind gradually stopped.

Then, a wind emerged from the Verdant Canyon.

The wind grew stronger.

Wang Chi had kept a watch for the wind direction he needed for an entire day and night.

The northern wind had arrived.

He took the prepared medicinal powder from his arms, unwrapped it with trembling hands and sprinkled it on the fire.

A slightly sweet aura filled the iron shelter as the powder was evaporated by the hot fire. Then, it floated towards the plain with the northern wind.

The cavalrymen of Divine Hall were still charging towards the Verdant Canyon incessantly.

They suddenly smelled the faint sweet scent.

And they started to bleed.

Blood flowed from their eyes and noses.

The blood that flowed out of them was faintly sweet and fragrant.

A cavalryman suddenly recalled before he died, that he had once smelled such a scent.

He was still in his hometown then, and there was a beautiful woman who sold this white flower on the streets.

This was the scent of a flower.

The fragrance of gardenia flowers.

It turned out that the fragrance of flowers could really attack a person.

It could really kill.

The iron sword appeared once more before the Verdant Canyon.

It was dull, and there were several breaches on the sword point.

But when the iron sword appeared, it brought death.

The cavalry continued to fall.

Several flecks of blood flew into the sky and then fell like a rain of blood.

In the rain of blood, Jun Mo continued to kill.

The wind came and went, and the fragrance of flowers gradually dissipated.

The cavalry gradually retreated, and a piece of clear land finally appeared before the Verdant Canyon.

Jun Mo stood there with his iron sword.

Corpses littered the ground around him.

The cavalry did not continue to charge.

The black tide turned into the quiet sea.

A South Jin Kingdom general looked at the tragic picture in front of him and suddenly felt very tired.

Many had died that night.

He knew that if they continued to charge, those from the Academy would not be able to guard the Verdant Canyon.

The scent of flowers could not last long, and the man holding the iron sword would eventually fall.

But he did not order his subordinates to continue charging.

Because everyone was already jaded and desperate.

The tide could insist beating against reefs for millennia.

But no man could insist like that.

The general noticed that several Commandants under his command, famous for their bravery, were looking at the camp in the south. He knew that these men, like himself, were waiting for orders to retreat.

But the sound did not come.

They wanted to fight again, but they lacked the courage.

It was unknown who started it. It might be an ordinary cavalry soldier. Horse hooves sounded softly, leaving the Verdant Canyon dyed red with blood, heading towards the south. Then, more and more cavalry soldiers left the Verdant Canyon silently.

Jun Mo held the sword single-handedly before the green hills.

He was drenched in blood and filth. His face was pale, but he looked just as calm.

One would usually describe mountains and forests as glorious and flourishing.

But sometimes, these adjectives could be used to describe a person's disposition and appearance.

Just like how he was right now.

Looking at the thousands of cavalrymen who gradually left the Verdant Canyon, the iron sword in his hand finally dropped slowly.

He turned and looked at the children under the iron shelter and nodded at them calmly.

Then he looked up at the green hills.

In the morning light, the green hills were beautiful.

The green hills must think that he was beautiful as well.