usatvline Chapter 479 Battlefield Confrontation
Chapter 479 Battlefield Confrontation
At the border, yellow sand filled the sky and the wind howled, like angry beasts roaring. The billowing smoke and dust covered the sky, as if it was going to swallow up all hope in this world.
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen flew in from the sky, their sleeves rustling, like two gods of war descending from the sky. They looked far away and saw the vast expanse of sand below, where densely packed armies surged like a black tide, with flags covering the sun and shouts of killing that made people's eardrums hurt. The rebels were fierce and ferocious, with greed and madness in their eyes, and their minds were obviously blinded by interests and ambitions.
"It's actually the emperor's uncle..." Chu Mochen frowned, and a trace of grief and determination flashed in his deep eyes. He never thought that his blood relatives would start a war and cause great suffering for the supreme throne. He used to respect the elders, and the scenes of the uncle and nephew getting along in the past were still vivid in his mind, but now, the opposition of positions made all the warmth vanish.
Yun Yao gently held Chu Mochen's hand, exerting a little force, as if to pass on her strength and courage to him. She looked up at Chu Mochen and said firmly: "Chen, don't hesitate, we will be able to quell this rebellion and bring peace to the people of the world." Her eyes were clear and bright, like the brightest stars in the night sky, and on this solemn battlefield, they became the warmest comfort in Chu Mochen's heart.
Yun Yao looked around and made a calculation in her mind. This battlefield is open and has no strategic location to defend. If she wants to defeat the enemy, she must rely on a clever formation. Her eyes flashed, and the "Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation" rewarded by the system appeared in her mind. This formation is extremely mysterious, it can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, use the stars as the basis, and lay a net to trap and kill the enemy.
"Chen, I will set up the formation, and you charge into the formation with the royal sword to attract the main force of the enemy. Remember, don't fight to the end, just disrupt their formation." Yun Yao said to Chu Mochen with a serious expression.
Chu Mochen nodded slightly, holding the royal sword tightly in his hand, the sword body humming, as if responding to the master's determination to rush to the battlefield. "Don't worry, I will not let you down." After saying that, he flashed and turned into a stream of light, rushing straight to the most densely populated area of the enemy.
In an instant, the battlefield was ablaze with golden light. Chu Mochen's Star Sword swung out brilliant sword lights, each of which contained his powerful spiritual power. Wherever he passed, the rebels screamed and blood splattered. He was like a dragon out of the sea, galloping through the enemy's formation. His sharp swordsmanship and fearless momentum made the rebels fearful.
Seeing that Chu Mochen had successfully attracted the main force of the enemy, Yun Yao did not dare to delay and immediately began to set up the formation. She stepped into the void, dancing the Ice Soul Sword in her hand tightly, and as the sword shadow flashed, ice-blue spiritual power threads snaked out like spirit snakes, extending in all directions.
"With the North Star as the pivot, Tianji, Tianquan, and Yuheng as the base, open!" Yun Yao chanted, and the sword moves in her hands changed unpredictably. As she shouted, the sky suddenly shone brightly, and seven dazzling stars flashed with dazzling brilliance, echoing the spiritual power threads released by Yun Yao. Then, starlight poured down like a torrent, interweaving into mysterious and complex rune patterns on the ground, slowly rotating, exuding a heart-pounding pressure.
The formation was completed! The entire battlefield seemed to be instantly covered by a starlight, and the Zhoutian Xingdou formation began to operate. The wind and clouds changed color, and sand and stones flew all over the sky, turning into sharp blades, cutting through the rebel formation.
The rebels were horrified to find themselves trapped in a starlight maze, surrounded by illusory and deadly star shadows, and every step seemed to be a death trap. They waved their weapons in panic, colliding with each other and losing their composure.
Yun Yao stood high above the center of the formation, her eyes stern, her Ice Soul Sword pointed at the enemy. Although she looked weak, she exuded a fierce aura at the moment, like a female war god who controlled life and death. She kept urging her spiritual power to keep the formation running, while paying close attention to the battlefield situation and fine-tuning the layout of the formation according to the enemy's movements.
Chu Mochen was in high spirits as he killed the enemy troops. The royal sword shone brightly, and the rebels were defeated wherever he went. However, he always kept Yun Yao's instructions in mind and did not go too deep into the enemy's camp. At this time, he caught a glimpse of a familiar yet unfamiliar figure commanding the rebels from behind. It was his uncle.
The uncle was wearing black and gold armor, a purple gold crown with eight treasures on his head, and holding a snake spear in his hand, looking very majestic. However, at this moment, the ferocious and resolute look on his face made the former intimacy disappear completely.
"Uncle Emperor, why are you so stubborn!" Chu Mochen shouted angrily and rushed towards his uncle with sword in hand.
When the uncle saw Chu Mochen coming to kill him, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by madness. "Humph, the throne should have been mine! You little brat, give me your life today!" After saying that, he brandished his snake spear and attacked Chu Mochen like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
The spear and sword intersected, sparks flew, and spiritual power stirred up layers of air waves, spreading in all directions. Chu Mochen only felt a powerful and domineering force rushing towards him, shaking his arm numb. This uncle is indeed a veteran who has been immersed in martial arts for many years, and his strength is unfathomable.
But Chu Mochen was not someone who would be easily defeated. He gritted his teeth, and the star power in his body circulated wildly. The star sword shone brightly, and the runes on the sword body flickered continuously, and he engaged in a fierce battle with the emperor's uncle's snake spear. The two had fought for dozens of rounds, and the battlefield was in chaos. It was difficult for others to see their figures. They could only feel the whistling wind and flying sand and stones.
Yun Yao was extremely anxious when she saw this in the formation. She knew that although Chu Mochen was very powerful, it would be dangerous if he continued to fight with the emperor's uncle for a long time. At that moment, she waved her jade hand, and the star power in the formation suddenly gathered and turned into a thick starlight chain, which entangled the emperor's uncle.
The uncle sensed the danger approaching, and stomped his feet fiercely. A layer of black energy surged around his body, shattering the starlight chain. But in this moment of delay, Chu Mochen seized the opportunity, and the star sword in his hand drew a stunning arc, with endless starlight, piercing the uncle's throat.
The uncle was horrified and held his spear horizontally to block in panic. With a loud bang, the snake spear almost slipped out of his hand, and his palm was broken and blood was dripping.
"Hmph, today is the day you die!" Chu Mochen took advantage of the situation and attacked the emperor's uncle with sword moves like a storm, not giving the other party any chance to breathe.
Seeing this, Yun Yao felt relieved. She activated the formation again to further control the situation on the battlefield. The rebels in the formation were strangled by the starlight, with countless casualties. The remaining defeated soldiers had already lost their fighting spirit and knelt down to beg for mercy.
The battle between Chu Mochen and the uncle was drawing to a close. Under Chu Mochen's fierce attack, the uncle was left with many flaws, his armor was shattered, and his clothes were stained with blood.
"I won't accept this..." The emperor's uncle roared to the sky, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.
"Uncle Emperor, you have committed such a big mistake. Today you can only atone for your sin by dying!" Chu Mochen's eyes were cold, and the sword in his hand did not lose its force. He stabbed at his uncle with the determination to kill him.
Just as the sword was about to pierce the emperor's uncle's heart, he suddenly closed his eyes, and the snake spear in his hand fell weakly. He seemed to have let go of all his obsessions at this moment, waiting for death to come.
Chu Mochen's sword stopped an inch away from the emperor's uncle's heart. He looked at the elder who had loved him, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. After a long while, he slowly put away his sword and said softly, "Uncle, have a safe journey."
At this moment, the system prompt sounded beside Yun Yao's ears: "Mission completed."
With the surrender of the rebels, the flames of war on the border gradually died down, and the smoke slowly dissipated. The sun pierced through the clouds and sprinkled on this war-torn land, as if telling of the hope of rebirth.
Yun Yao flew to Chu Mochen's side on her sword, looking at his slightly tired but still resolute face, her eyes full of heartache and relief. "Chen, everything is over."
Chu Mochen turned his head and looked at Yun Yao, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to melt people. He gently embraced Yun Yao in his arms and whispered in her ear: "Thanks to you, Yao. If it weren't for you, I really don't know how to go on this journey."
The two embraced each other on the blood-stained desert, with the battlefield gradually returning to peace behind them and a future full of unknowns but hope in front of them. Their figures were stretched very long in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a never-fading painting, engraved between the world and becoming a legend passed down by people.
However, they all know that this is just a small setback in the long journey of cultivation. In the future, there are more challenges and mysteries waiting for them to uncover and conquer. But as long as they join hands with each other, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, what is there to fear?