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 if 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 has even made up his mind to sacrifice himself to kill Yan Yan and Jiang Wang, but it is obviously not cost-effective to sacrifice himself to kill only Jiang Wang...

It is not worthy for oneself or the country.

Only then did Jiang Wang's sword energy thread disappear, and Jian Po's fierce long sword was avoided.

Zhou Xiong suddenly turned around and sang a long song with a beautiful and elegant style - one

"The 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 rushing, and there are rivers in his body.

In the vast white air, suddenly gold and iron horses protruded out, and swords and spears appeared 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. The choice of battle was to drag Jiang Wang and Jian 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.

The rhythm becomes more and more difficult for the monks under the divine presence to catch...because all the gaps are widened in the battle of life and death in a matter of millimeters.

Although Ge Yan's spiritual realm is shaking his spiritual realm and 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 sound of cranes, cuckoos, and cuckoos sounded again, and the sounds were pitiful!

The voice of the partridge is, "You can't do it, brother."

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 his best to break this connection and fight him. However, what he didn't expect was that Jiang Wang 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 whole body was illuminated, the sky opened, and the Sword Immortal came to the world.

He entered the battle group with his sword!

Zhou Xiong was astonished when he saw the look in the eyes of this young prodigy from Qi State. There was no fear in it, but only unparalleled confidence and excitement to try!

This young man, this Jiang Qingyang, has the courage to participate in the battle between Gods at close range and fight to the death in a matter of seconds!

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 had to admit that this actually made him, who was 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 fought 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 Xia Army were fighting, that Zhou Xiong, a spiritual monk, Yan Po, a spiritual monk, and Jiang Wang, a monk from the outer building, started the fiercest and most 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. Yan Yan, in order to win, will include him.

Cut it up and dismember it?

And if you have to worry about whether the attack will affect 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 when he was trying to think of a way to prevent the situation from changing, Jiang Wang took the initiative to rush into the battle group, and he was unable to stop him, so he was forced to fight with his sword.

I just hope that Cao Jie can give Yiyi enough trust and not think that he accidentally killed Jiang Wang with a knife that was intentional.

He thought a little sadly.

A small country enjoys its people, so you have to think more!

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 fights, the more relaxed he becomes, and the more he fights, the more relaxed he becomes, and no matter how freely he acts, Jiang Wang always appears in the most suitable position... There is 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 person whose name could no longer be mentioned, those days when they had fought side by side. But at that time... he was still very weak. And that person was the same as Jiang Qingyang now.

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 Jian 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 Zhang 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.
To be continued...