It is not that Yan Po has been on the battlefield for hundreds of years, but he is not as free and easy as a twenty-year-old young man.
It's just that he shoulders the weight of a country, so he inevitably has to think more.
Letting go of his worries this time, Zhou Xiong was instantly at a disadvantage!
Jiang Wang is not someone who can be killed casually. Even though he, Zhou Xiong, is a powerful man who combines Confucianism and Legalism, he must mobilize huge power to kill Jiang Wang.
However, Yan Po, a veteran on the battlefield, was his opponent.
Why should he be distracted? Why should he dare to use his strength?
Being distracted from killing Jiang Wang means... that he will also give Yan Po a chance to kill him!
He even had the determination to sacrifice himself to kill Yan Po and Jiang Wang, but sacrificing himself to kill only Jiang Wang was obviously not cost-effective. It was not worth it for himself or the country.
Only then did he eliminate the thread of Jiang Wang's sword energy and avoid Yan Po's fierce sword.
Zhou Xiong suddenly turned around and sang a long song in a beautiful and elegant manner——
"A general's reputation will be ruined after a hundred battles! Go to Heliang and look back thousands of miles, but your old friends will never be forgotten!"
Dogen is surging, and there are rivers in his body.
In the vast white air, all of a sudden, gold and iron horses protruded out, and swords and spears came out like a forest! They immediately surrounded Yan Po.
The flags and flags were fluttering, and the horses were riding on the battlefield, so they went to capture Jiang Wang.
As a strong man who guards Changluo Mansion all year round, although he has little achievements in the art of war, his ability to fight and kill is extremely strong. Jiang Wang gambled with death and broke his game. He quickly switched to the second type.
Battle options——
He wanted to drag Jiang Wang and Yan Po into a close-range melee.
In the head-to-head confrontation between Shenlin and Shenlin, a monk from the outer building who cannot keep up with the rhythm will only get in the way. The closer the distance, the more intense the fight, and the harder it is for the monks under Shenlin to catch the rhythm... because all the
The gap has widened in a life-and-death battle.
Although Yan Po's spiritual realm is shaking his spiritual realm, interfering with each other, it is difficult to see the effect.
But there are still majestic texts that move the world.
Writing an article is like a general setting up his formation and a soldier dying on the battlefield. There are ups and downs, a beginning and an end.
A good man, with sword as pen and blood as ink, great mountains and rivers, good prose!
Under the influence of such terrifying Confucian secrets, the partridges and cuckoos sounded again, and the sounds were pitiful!
The voice of the partridge is "Brother, I can't do it."
The sound of the cuckoo means "it's better to go home".
The partridge is sad and the cuckoo is sad.
There are two other super-grade Taoist techniques in every gesture, just to slow down Jiang Wang and let him join in this life-and-death melee in a small space!
Of course, Yan Po was trying hard to break this connection and try to solve the problem with him. However, what he didn't expect was--
Jiang Wang actually didn’t resist at all!
He did not resist the summons of the two super-grade Taoist arts at all, and even took the initiative to accelerate. In an instant, his body was illuminated, the sky opened, and the Sword Immortal came to the world and fought into the battle group with his sword!
Zhou Xiong was astonished when he saw the eyes of this young prodigy from Qi. There was no fear in them, but only unparalleled confidence and excitement to try!
This young man, this Jiang Qingyang, has the courage to participate in the battle of God's arrival at close range and fight to the death within a few inches!
It should be noted that in such a fight, the probability of death of the weak will be increased countless times.
Although he is an enemy of the enemy, even though he is my enemy, Zhou Xiong has to admit that this actually makes him, who is past middle age, suddenly feel a bit proud.
Reminds me of my flamboyant youth days!
Regardless of the princes, generals, ministers, or high-ranking families, if hot blood is drunk in the throat, the young man will draw his sword in anger.
At this moment, there is a direct volume of Wenqi, and the spiritual consciousness shrinks infinitely and attaches to the body surface of the golden body and chalcedony.
He decided to let go of his fists and kicks, which had not been used at full strength for many years, and started fighting like this.
It’s not just the people of Qi who have the courage to fight to the death, it’s not just the country of Qi that has young heroes.
Although I am not young, I still have a young heart.
Isn't it just a gamble of life and death and a battle of courage?
Come on!
The Qi army surged past this battle group and ran into another wave of people.
It was in this Minxi Corridor, at the edge of the battlefield where the Qi Army and the Xia Army were fighting, that the divine monk Zhou Xiong, the divine monk Yan Po, and the outer building monk Jiang Wang launched the most intense and dangerous square-inch battle!
The three figures were almost mixed together, and their fists, feet, and swords collided at a terrifying speed.
Among these three people, perhaps only Yan Po is the least willing to face such an unfolding. Because in a small-scale battle, you don’t know how many rounds will happen and how many decisions need to be made in one breath. It is a combination of will, ability, and combat wisdom.
Fighting on all sides.
It is difficult for a monk under the presence of God not to get in the way.
Zhou Xiong will not worry about Jiang Wang's life or death when he takes action, but it is impossible for him not to worry about it. Even if Jiang Wang personally said that life and death are determined by fate, and no one needs to be responsible for his death... But it cannot include him. In order to win, Yan Po will include him.
Cut it open and dismember it?
And if you have to worry about whether the attack affects Jiang Wang at all times, then restraint will come into being.
The result of fighting to the death with an opponent like Zhou Xiong and being helpless... can be imagined.
Therefore, he would rather he and Zhou Xiong fight alone in Fangcunjiang, each with his own life and death, than Jiang Wang joins in. No matter what kind of genius he is, there is an essential difference after all before he becomes a god!
Keeping the battle situation as it is now is the result of a sure victory. He and Zhou Xiong are facing each other, and Jiang Wang is patrolling around, waiting for opportunities to take action. In this way, the pressure is maintained until the end, and Zhou Xiong has only one way to go: defeat.
But he was thinking of ways to prevent the situation from changing... but Jiang Wang took the initiative to break into the battle group.
He was unable to stop him and was forced to fight with his sword.
I just hope that Cao Jie can give him enough trust and not think that the knife he accidentally killed Jiang Wang was intentional.
He thought a little sadly.
A small country with few people has to think too much!
However, as the battle began, he soon discovered... that he had thought too much!
Jiang Wang could actually keep up with their fighting rhythm.
Although this young man has not yet reached the point where he can go head-to-head with the powerful Shenlin, there is no problem at all in playing the drums and creating opportunities for him. Even every sword strike by Jiang Wang is done in a way that makes him very comfortable.
Angle. He clearly felt that Jiang Wang had integrated into his rhythm. With his amazing combat wisdom, he gave him almost perfect cooperation!
The more Yan Po fought, the more relaxed he became, and the more he fought, the happier he became, and no matter how freely he acted, Jiang Wang always appeared in the most suitable position... There was really a wonderful tacit understanding.
No one has given him this kind of tacit understanding for many years.
This feeling even reminded him of the days when they had fought side by side with that person whose name could no longer be mentioned. But at that time... he was still very weak. And that person was also the same as Jiang Qingyang now.
Just as young and radiant.
In a time of great strife, conquests never stop.
How many heroes and heroes are flowing eastwards like the great river!
The light of Yan Po's sword became more and more brilliant. At last, it was like thunder and rain, with no gap. Then, the light disappeared. It became more and more plain and simple, with simple moves.
Only the cold blade approached Zhou Xiong's vital points again and again.
His spiritual consciousness was almost completely attached to his body. The more murderous he became, the less powerful he became.
And Zhou Xiong finally began to feel powerless.
He didn't hold back.
How could he hold back at this moment?
In just a few seconds, he had already unleashed all his killer moves.
This Jiang Wang is slippery, like a fallen leaf floating in the strong wind, coming and going suddenly, always getting mixed up in Yan Po's offensive. If you want to attack him, you can't avoid Yan Po.
But he couldn't ignore it. Although Jiang Wang failed to transcend the essence of life, he really had the ability to hurt him!
Regardless of swordsmanship, magical power, or Taoism, he has never seen another Wailou monk who is so perfect.
Originally, he was looking for opportunities in the melee, but as soon as this life-and-death struggle began, he was firmly suppressed. And as the battle progressed... he was already in a dilemma!
No chance...
He realized the truth in his heart - before the war started, he led 50,000 troops and was crushed by gods. How could he have thought of such a possibility?
It’s hard to accept, but you have to face reality!
If Jiang Yongzhou has any spirit that has been passed down from ancient times, it is the word "face".
Wei Guangyao, Xu Can, and Gu Yong, despite having the advantage in military strength and the support of a large formation, were still unable to defeat the Qi army. Even under Chong Xuansheng's dispatch, the Qi army was constantly counterattacking!
There was also movement in the mountains in the distance, and the battle for the northern highland front had begun.
The victorious battalion, which was mainly composed of soldiers killed in the autumn, was fully harvested and fully armed. Facing the Xia defenders who lacked outstanding generals, they were simply invincible.
There really is no chance.
Retreating may be the best option.
But both Chu and Min died in battle here.
After he fled, how did he face the conflict? How did he face the conflict?
But there are still 50,000 Xia troops here. He just abandoned these soldiers. How to face the Xia Kingdom? How to face the ancestors of the Zhou family?
Maybe...kill Jiang Wang.
In his mind, he lowered his expectations again. He went from risking his life to kill both Yan Po and Jiang Wang to leaving only one of them.
Between Yan Po and Jiang Wang, he chose Jiang Wang, who was better at attacking and more important to the country.
Kill Jiang Wang, who is unstoppable and has a promising future. Use your own death to extinguish the bright future of Qi!
This is probably the only thing that can be done...
My father is the Duke of the country, and I am the Goddess.
Guarding Changluo has served the country well and is worthy of oneself.
How come... it has come to this point?
He was very impressed by the counterattack plan personally arranged by Master Xi. He even came over as a spiritual monk in an emergency just to ensure that the Ming Mansion was safe.
Every step was obviously correct, how could it end like this?
Time? Destiny? Luck?
Even though God knows it, it’s hard to understand!
The spiritual realm was compressed like a robe, and his fists were as vertical and horizontal as a stormy tiger. At this moment, Zhou Xiong's eyes were red, and he looked at Yan Po with murderous intent. The pure Qi of the world of Confucianism condensed on his fists, and the shadows of his fists were all visible.
Fenghu, Yunlong, and others are ready to die together with Yan Po.
Yan Po's sword did not waver at all.
In this advantageous situation, he is not afraid of risking his life. The more afraid of death, the easier it is to die. There is no reason why people who have been on the battlefield for so many years would not understand.
Moreover, the merits of killing Shenlin and repelling Shenlin are very different.
By killing one Zhou Xiong, Yi Guo can keep its harvest of Kaimai Dan for a year! How many talents can this produce?
He was very happy to send Zhou Xiong on his last journey.
So he advanced instead of retreating, using the edge of his sword to meet his fist bones!
And Jiang Wang...
Zhou Xiong noticed that Jiang Wang, like before, was using Qingyun Immortal Technique, and he suddenly left and came again——
etc.
He went and never came back this time!
Zhou Xiong's power was fully charged and he was on the verge of victory, but he watched helplessly as Jiang Wang suddenly jumped out of the battle group, flying all the way, farther and farther away, never looking back!
He actually ran away!
He was ready to resist Yan Po's attack.
Combining Jiang Wang's fighting rhythm, flying speed, and the fighting positions of the three previous people... His life and death seal has even been calculated where Jiang Wang should be printed.
But what about people?
What about an older person?
Is this the genius of Qi?
We agreed to bet our lives, I'm on the table, and you run away?
Zhou Xiong couldn't help but wonder if this man named Jiang also had a whim!
However, with his divine cultivation, he clearly used Confucianism to fight for the secret method and used it to cover up his motives.
There is no reason for this gentleman to be deciphered by Jiang Wang from the Wailou Realm.
At this moment, the murderous potential accumulated in his body reached its peak, and he had no choice but to take action.
Zhou Xiong lost his original target and had no choice but to flip his hand and attack Yan Po!
"Even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go to the place of righteousness!"
The clear energy of the universe surges like clouds, and the generous ambition is heard all over the world.
His hands held the mountains, and opened the sky. Each finger was a kind of person, and every kind of person had a kind of generosity.
All die!
There was no loud sound, just the space that enveloped Yan Po was completely sunken!
The seal of life and death!
But at this moment, he suddenly became alert.
The vigilance was not due to Yan Po's oncoming sword, which was like a rushing river - no matter how strong Yan Po was, he would have expected it.
Be alert because...
His spiritual consciousness swept through him, and he saw through the hidden secrets from the evil seal behind him.
An indomitable sword, under the unification of the magical sword immortal, hit with overwhelming force!
Jiang Wang went and came again, and now he came at the moment when he was deciding between life and death!
The ability to control these fighter jets is truly unparalleled in the world.
But as the opponent who had seized the opportunity, Zhou Xiong felt particularly uncomfortable.
It was the awkward feeling that could not be dispelled ever since Jiang Wang joined the battle group, and it had reached its peak at this moment, like a lump in his throat.
If this person doesn't die, who among the younger generation of Xia Kingdom can be his successor?
Even if the Qi army can be defeated in this battle, Jiang Mengxiong will be another one in the future!
With this thought in mind.
Zhou Xiong held the Seal of Life and Death and turned around suddenly!
First, he spit out a mouthful of blood due to the backlash.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Po's sword drove straight in.
He felt that his spiritual consciousness had been divided, his back was cut open, his golden body and chalcedony were disintegrating, and his soul was withering.
But he controlled his ultimate seal and moved forward desperately!
However, he saw——
Jiang Wang's clothes are fluttering, and every step is like a blue cloud.
Already retreated in a moment!
The unparalleled mountain-breaking sword was withdrawn at the drop of a hat. It really didn't seem like a control that could be achieved without condensing spiritual consciousness.
With his last obsession, he continued to pursue——
Until the figure in the green shirt finally stopped.
Only then did he suddenly realize that he had reached his limit.
The infinitely dispersed Dao Yuan and spiritual consciousness, the constantly collapsing golden body and jade marrow body...
He pressed forward with almost no more powerful handprints.
Pressing down on Jiang Wang's face.
But Jiang Wang just looked at him calmly, without moving.
Silently...
A circle of red fire spread out.
Zhou Xiong's body, which had been slashed by Yan Po, maintained its final offensive posture and was annihilated without a trace.
The process of understanding his samadhi has already started since the previous battle between Yan Po and Zhou Xiong, when Jiang Wang was rescuing people and using the true fire of samadhi to prevent the aftermath of the battle...
This chapter has been completed!