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  In an instant, ten thousand horses gallop together.

  Not a sound was heard, but a rolling black smoke rose like dust and condensed into a piece, gathering from all sides to the center.

  "He River God..." The big red shrimp had already taken out the wolf-toothed club and the sea-soul spear, but his voice was trembling noticeably. It wasn't just him who was afraid, the mounts of the other gods were also whinnying restlessly. Even Chen Jing felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of this rolling killing intent.

  Just as the ten thousand cavalry moved, the city gate also opened. Four black ghost horses pulled a war chariot and charged into the formation of three thousand dark soldiers in the blink of an eye. Chen Jing urged the big red shrimp to "follow up".

  The giant red shrimp suddenly sprinted with all its might towards the formation of three thousand dark troops, and it wasn't just Chen Jing who did so. The other gods also did the same, almost simultaneously with Chen Jing. At this moment, everyone knew that rushing into the dark troop formation would greatly increase their chances of survival.

  Chen Jing couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, having used the Water Escape technique, only to find that it was greatly discounted in this realm, making it difficult to escape. However, the giant red shrimp moved extremely fast and instantly entered the Yin Soldier Array, but Chen Jing didn't have any sensation of entering the array, nor could he see anyone inside. All he saw was a thick fog. Most of the gods who entered the array had the same experience as Chen Jing, with a look of shock flashing across their faces. In fact, it was impossible to enter the array, and most people were like Chen Jing.

  Most of them were gods, and Chen Jing subconsciously looked forward, only to see a cyan jade quietly floating in the midst of a vast expanse of crimson clouds. Below the crimson clouds, Jiang Yun's white hair stood out against the cloudy sky. More than a dozen immortal cultivators gathered together, forming an array. Among them, Ye Qingxue's body crackled with electricity as she looked around in all directions, seemingly searching for something. Just at that moment, black riders from all eight directions arrived on the scene.

  Everything was instantly submerged.

  Everything sank in an instant.

  Everything was instantly submerged in a heavy and oppressive murderous aura.

  Chen Jing's eyes suddenly darkened, and when he looked up, several people were rising into the air. Perhaps they wanted to hide and escape, but in this underworld, it was impossible to truly conceal themselves. Endless arrows descended like a swarm of locusts, covering the sky and earth. The few people facing the endless arrows used their magical treasures to protect themselves, with their powers wrapped around them, rapidly flying away in one direction. However, under the endless arrows, they were instantly scattered by the arrows, breaking through their protective spells. One person let out a loud shout, transforming into a mountain, merging with it, and just as the mountain was about to disappear...

  At this moment, the arrows in the sky suddenly turned into one branch, piercing through the void, and instantly inserted into the mountain that was about to sink into the void. The mountain immediately collapsed and transformed into a person with disheveled black hair and spitting out fresh blood.

  Immediately afterwards, arrows filled the sky and he was shot into a hedgehog without any resistance. Before he even fell to the ground, he had already been eroded by yin energy and turned into a pile of dry bones.

  It was just a matter of Chen Jing raising his head that this happened, which shattered his idea of escaping from the sky.

  At this moment, the Black Armor Cavalry had already charged beside him.

  Dark armor, dark long spear, black helmet covering eyes with a hint of darkness. The dark tide has already swept in.

  A black, icy and heavy gun pierced through his chest, a dark horse trampled down fiercely. Icy, with only the breath of death.

  A flash of white light burst out, and the black armored cavalry broke their necks in unison. The black armored cavalry instantly transformed into a dark mist that dispersed into the sky, leaving behind a set of black armor falling from the horse's back, while the horse wearing the black armor was knocked down by the giant red shrimp with a wolf-toothed club.

  Chen Jing was shocked, and as soon as he came into contact with them, he immediately understood that beneath the black armor of these black-armored cavalrymen, there were no bodies, only a thick and dense aura of yin energy. They relied mainly on a single thought to support themselves, and they completely used the black armor as their skin and flesh, and the yin energy as their blood.

  As soon as this rider fell, three more riders immediately stepped forward, their long spears thrusting straight ahead, breaking the silence.

  The Heavenly Sword of Mystery rose with a white mist, and in an instant, it seemed as if one sword had transformed into three. Between the gaps of three black long spears, it pierced into the eyes of three black-armored cavalrymen, and the three cavalrymen instantly turned to black smoke and died.

  These three swords once again confirmed Chen Jing's speculation, the Black Armor Dark Riders were extremely weak in terms of soul defense, and the Misty Heaven Sword was a door-to-door attack on the soul. The fierce killing intent on the sword made the consciousness of the Black Armor Dark Riders disperse instantly, if the Misty Heaven Sword had become a sword aura, not only would the power of the sword be greatly increased, but it could also lead to the heavenly energy, cutting off mountains and rivers.

  The giant red shrimp was rushing forward quickly, and in this Yin realm, his magical powers were also suppressed. He could only use the water escape technique, and here he could only rely on physical running. It wasn't just him, others couldn't cast concealment spells either, they could only fight their way out with magic in the midst of thousands of soldiers.

  Chen Jing's head was surrounded by a river of shadows, and within the shadows, a sword shadow loomed. Any black-armored cavalry that charged towards him would instantly fall down as soon as they approached.

  The big red shrimp had been following the vanguard of the city's dark army, but suddenly stopped. Chen Jingcai only discovered that there were only black armored cavalry in front of him, where was the city's dark army? All he could see were black armored cavalry and those long guns and iron pikes stabbing at him.

  "Rush..."

  Chen Jing let out a loud shout, but there was no direction to choose from. The big red shrimp immediately rushed out. Normally, he would be timid before encountering an enemy, but once the battle started, he would become very brave. In all directions, except for the dark and gloomy cavalry, there was nothing else. In this vast space, even with the help of the "Wishful Thinking" technique, it was impossible to see more than a few hundred feet away, and one's spiritual sense could only perceive within a three-meter radius around oneself.

  The big red shrimp is extremely agile and does not collide head-on with the black shell rider, but instead drills into places where the black shell rider is relatively scarce.

  "Ding..."

  Suddenly, a black knight blocked Chen Jing's sword. Chen Jing was shocked and quickly glanced at the opponent's eyes under the dark helmet, which flickered with a hint of red light, apparently different from other black knights. They passed each other by, two horses side by side, two spears stabbing forward simultaneously.

  The air is thick with death, and the killing intent is intense.

  The sword moved with his heart, and just as the two guns were about to be drawn, the sword had already touched their eyebrows. At that moment, a chill came from behind. In his mind, the cavalryman who had just passed by had turned around and was killing him again.

  At the same time, several cavalrymen attacked from all sides, front and back. Chen Jing didn't care, only focusing on killing the cavalrymen who came face to face with him. The sword light flashed, each point of cold plum blossoming had several black armored cavalrymen fall down.

  But the cavalry behind could not catch up, and wherever the big red shrimp passed, a path would appear within three feet.

  This was the first time Chen Jing had used his swordsmanship so densely since he started practicing, and there was no technique to speak of. The only thing to do was to concentrate his spirit and wield his sword, trying to make it faster. When the black armored cavalry charged with their spears, the only thing to do was to stab them before being stabbed.

  A clear mind leads to a clear sword; the sword moves with the heart.

  From the mind moving to the sword moving, it's not that no time is used, but rather the time is extremely short. This time can be infinitely shortened through daily practice and training. Sometimes, under extreme conditions, one can also tap into their potential, between life and death, everything is forgotten, with only one thought in mind - to wield this sword even faster.

  If someone were to look at him from high above, they would see a white light wandering on top of Chen Jing's head, almost unable to make out the shape of the sword, only seeing the flash of white light.

  All the way forward, without any pause, Chen Jing didn't know how many he had killed, nor did he know if there would be more black armored cavalry appearing from behind. He only felt that the black armored cavalry in front of him was like a surging tide, endless and inexhaustible, with no signs of weakening, impossible to kill off or cut off completely.

  There had always been a murderous aura behind him, but because the big red shrimp was always in front and close by, and he was also blocked by many black knights, he couldn't get close to Chen Jing. However, he also didn't shake off Chen Jing. Suddenly, Chen Jing's mind felt like it had been pricked by a needle.

  A cavalryman who looked much taller appeared, with black armor even darker, spears even heavier, and eyes that were no longer black pupils but crimson red.

  "Turn left."

  Chen Jing let out a loud shout, and the big red shrimp immediately sprinted to the left. Chen Jing did not want to confront that knight who still had a strong killing aura among the many black knights. If they were in different locations, he wouldn't be afraid, but now he didn't want to confront him. As long as one sword couldn't kill and was blocked for a moment, the knight behind would catch up and cause trouble.

  A turn of events and he was left far behind, a vast expanse of darkness.

  As he gazed at the black riders in front of him, his sword had already been thrust out. In one circle, it seemed like more than ten swords were thrust out simultaneously. The giant red shrimp leaped out and charged forward. But just as the black-armored cavalry in front fell to the ground, a dark, icy, and bone-chilling large knife chopped down, and Chen Jing, who had been hiding his killing intent, didn't feel anything at all. As he raised his eyes, a faint black light from the knife had already chopped down towards him, and the empty air was silently split open like water.

  This knife was almost a sneak attack, when Chen Jing's mind was cut open, the knife had already split to the top of his head.

  A chill ran down his spine.

  If it were in the outside world, Chen Jing had many ways to avoid this sword, but now he found himself unable to avoid it. The escape technique was equivalent to nothing in this world, and where was the speed of the sword at this time? The water escape method almost became a decoration here, the yin energy was too thick, especially being surrounded by the black riders, as if they had already fallen into some kind of formation.

  The physical reaction was even more unavoidable, and there was no magic that could block this sword. The only thing that could be done was to use the sword to block or kill the black knight. Blocking with the sword was impossible, as it had already been tempered, but in the end, it was still a mortal iron artifact, and if it were to collide head-on, it would likely be cut off. So at the moment when the knife came crashing down, Chen Jing didn't even think about defending himself before stabbing his sword out.

  The dark blade's light had already reflected onto his face, with a chilling murderous intent. The dark blade's body reflected Chen Jing's equally cold eyes. Chen Jing was unmoved, his entire being immersed in a state of self-forgetting calm amidst life and death, his heart only thinking of the Misty Heaven Sword, wanting to thrust it into the orange-eyed cavalryman's eye socket.

  With confidence and conviction, forget all external dangers and thrust forward with your sword.

  A faint hum of swords and a whisper of knives emerged in the void, this is the sound that can only be produced when speed reaches its peak.

  He clearly felt the knife had reached his forehead, at the moment of life and death, everything seemed to slow down. The Misty Heaven Sword suddenly seemed to have come to life and pierced into the void.

  The sword fell, sweeping across Chen Jing's head and river shadow. The sword flashed and suddenly stabbed into the eye frame of the riding general. The knife almost fell at the same time, "Hmm..." Chen Jing hummed a sound, black hair flying, fresh blood rolling down from his face.

  "River God..." The big red shrimp was shocked and pale, shouting hastily.

  "Go." Chen Jing shouted in a low voice.