Two hundred and seventieth chapters alone battle mountains and rivers
In a charge duel that lasted only ten breaths, the Jingwu Jingwei fell in large numbers. Two to three thousand Jingwu Jingwei died in the battle, but only two to three hundred Shinjia Wuwei were killed, a ratio of almost ten to one!
"withdraw!"
Yang Xuangan was a little indecisive, but also quite wise. He gritted his teeth and ordered with anger.
Jingwu Jingwei was one of the greatest assets that their father and son had accumulated and cultivated for more than ten years. Now they could easily lose one-fifth of it, which made Yang Xuan feel like his heart was bleeding. It was more painful than having flesh cut off from his body.
"Want to leave? It's too late!"
Wu Xin sneered, Shanhe Wenxin was shocked, and he took a step forward:
"The Imperial Mountains and Rivers!"
It appeared behind Yang Xuangan like a teleport, and struck at Yang Xuangan's back with a stick. The wind and thunder roared, and it was as powerful as crushing mountains and rivers.
This was Wu Xin's unexpected discovery. After practicing the Mountain and River Code, he could actually combine it with the Imperial Mountain and River to move over short distances, which is quite similar to the legendary principle of "shrinking the ground into an inch".
"careful!"
The senior monks around Yang Xuangan were shocked and exclaimed anxiously. Twenty or thirty senior monks rushed towards Yang Xuangan like the wind, but it was too late. After all, Yang Xuangan and Wu Xin were fighting alone before, and everyone was at a distance.
"Keng"
Yang Xuangan swung his ancient spear in time to block the mountain and river stick.
Sparks flew out in the clanging sound, the ancient spear flew away from his hand, the tiger's mouth burst open and dripped with blood, Yang Xuangan was also blown away from the distance, and blood spurted out wildly.
Wu Xin's body swayed, and he shot out like an arrow from a string. He struck out again with a stick. If he could hit it, it would be powerful enough to smash Yang Xuangan in half in the air.
"Break the wave!"
"Shattered Iron Palm!"
"Dongjin Finger!"
Twenty or thirty people from the Yue Prince's Palace offered their loyalty to rescue them, but they were blocked by many Sui monks. Only five people were left to break through desperately, and they also revealed the secret method of stimulating potential, and their speed soared. Two rushed towards Yang Xuangan, and three attacked Wu Xin, with the intention of
Surround Wei and rescue Zhao!
Wu Xin ignored the attack, and the Shanhe stick continued to attack Yang Xuangan.
"Click"
Everyone did not expect that Duke Wu would not block or dodge, and wanted to kill Yang Xuangan as if they were both dead.
The speed of an old white man suddenly soared. He turned his palms into claws to grab the Shanhe Stick, and formed a pale giant claw that was more than ten meters in size. However, it was smashed by the Shanhe Stick, and the dense bones cracked.
The white old man's palm was completely shattered. His arm was also shattered. The Shanhe Stick still fell down, hitting Yang Xuangan's abdomen, causing him to fall like a meteorite from the sky, spurting out blood like a fountain. There were faint waves of broken internal organs.
"pity"
Most of the power was blocked by the old man Bai, and he was unable to kill Yang Xuangan with one stick, which made Wu Xin secretly sigh with regret.
"Whoosh"
Another old man in gray robe flew by like the wind, carrying Yang Xuangan who had not yet landed, and flew past.
"Bang, bang, bang"
A knife, a palm, and a finger hit Wu Xin's back almost in no particular order, causing Wu Xin to fly away like a cannonball.
"Hollow Palm!"
Ancestor Xingkong slapped it down with his palm, hitting the old man in the back, shattering half of his bones and internal organs, and killing him on the spot.
"Thunder Sword!"
"Shake Yue's hand!"
"Netherworld Knife!"
"Snake Sword!"
Ancestor Ben Lei, Ancestor Ancient Ape, and Ancestor Ghost Sword followed closely. They did not save Wu Xin at all and took the opportunity to kill the three great monks who attacked Wu Xin.
The snake sword ancestor's sword stabbed Yang Xuangan like a poisonous snake, but it hit the back of the gray-robed old man who rescued Yang Xuangan, pierced the body's protective essence, and penetrated into the back.
The figure of the old man in gray robe stagnated, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. His speed increased instead of decreasing, and he flew away quickly with Yang Xuangan.
Wu Xin staggered to the ground, his brocade clothes split on his back, and there was another palm print, pointing to a hole. He looked regretfully at the old man in gray robe who retreated into the enemy's formation and quickly disappeared.
"Master?! (Young Master)"
Changsun Wugou, Wei Gui, Du Heng and others rushed over quickly, expressing concern and concern.
Wei Gui frantically checked Wu Xin's back, only to see that Wu Xin's back had been slashed. There was only a white mark, a patch of blood, and a little black mark. There was no injury or bleeding at all!
"call"
Wu Xin's luck was relieved, and a bright silver light flashed on his back, and the three scars disappeared in an instant. He shook his head and said:
"It doesn't matter! As long as you are not a magic weapon, you can't hurt me!"
""
Changsun Wugou breathed a sigh of relief, and his face bloomed like a flower. Wei Gui was dumbfounded, looking at Wu Xin with strange eyes, as if he were seeing a monster. Although Wei Gui had known that Wu Xin was practicing the body magic skill with the help of Changsun Wugou, he did not expect that he would be so tyrannical.
This one.
I am still no match for the young master? No wonder he is not afraid of assassination." Wei Gui muttered with complicated thoughts.
The assassination of Wu Xin almost became Wei Gui's heartache. Although he accepted his fate, he still did not completely forget it.
"kill!"
Wu Xin didn't notice Wei Gui's strange behavior. He tiptoed and landed on the back of the golden lion. His luck was overwhelming.
"kill!"
A wave of shock shook the battlefield, and loud shouts spread to the nearby city. The sound shook the void, and the silver-armored military guards charged suddenly with a rainbow-like momentum.
Behind the hastily retreating Jingwu Jingwei, countless rebels surged in from left and right, blocking the way of the Silver Armored Jingwei.
Sharp arrows were like rain, and they were shot at the silver-armored guards, but they were ignored by the silver-armored guards. They shot on the silver armor, making a tinkling sound, which was quite pleasant, but could not hurt the silver-armored guards.
Thousands of sharp arrows fell, and only three or four unlucky and careless silver-armored guards were shot in the face and dismounted!
"boom"
Wu Xin took the lead and smashed down the Shanhe stick in his hand. The violent air flow caused by it sent dozens of enemy soldiers flying in front. Those who held shields in front of them to resist them had their shields shattered and they flew into the air. They were killed before they even hit the ground.
Like a golden lion made of pure gold, it charged into the enemy's formation with Wu Xin on its back, charging straight forward. Wherever it passed, people fell on their backs, and no one could stop them.
A continuous stream of strong men shot out from the enemy formation, attacking and killing Wu Xin, leaving Wu Xin in rags and in a state of extreme embarrassment, but no injuries were seen.
However, Wu Xin attracted the blood mist to wrap around himself. Ordinary people really couldn't tell whether it was Wu Xin's blood or not. The enemy's strong men were attacking and killing him, and they never tired of it!
"puff"
Another spear thrust out with lightning speed, stabbing Wu Xin in the side of the waist, causing Wu Xin to stagger.
"Keng"
Wu Xin was furious. He flipped his left hand and took the Shadow Sword. It was as powerful as a ghost seeking its soul. He slashed out with lightning, broke the spear, and his head flew up with eyes wide open, dripping with blood.
The mountains and rivers Wenxin above the head turned into the Wind God Wenxin, and in a sudden thought, hundreds of wind blades roared out. It was as powerful as a rain of knives, and nearly one-third of the wind blades were able to kill or injure the enemy.
Smelling the overflowing blood, the golden lion ran wildly. Wu Xin used the mountain stick in his right hand to sweep around three or four meters away; the shadow sword in his left hand slashed any enemy that broke through the power radiation range of the mountain river stick and got close to him with one sword!
With the right stick and the left sword, the wind blade was violent. Wu Xin was like a bloody storm, destroying the ancients and rushing to kill. Behind him were the Wufu enshrinement, the silver-armored military guards, etc., who rushed to kill with all their strength, but could not catch up with Wu Xin's pace, getting further and further away.
Looking at the blood-soaked figure in front of him, the eldest grandson Wugou's brilliant ripples, Wei Gui's eyes were complicated, thinking about the handsome and gentle Li Min, and thinking about the rough and domineering Wu Xin. Maybe this is also his luck?!
The mountains and rivers are moving with the dance of sticks, and thousands of horses are startled by the roar of lions.
The beacon fire is a dream, and the stick is broken into pieces.
In the vast Huairen City, there were beacon smoke, ruins, corpses everywhere, and blood all over the ground.
Wu Xin was eager to fight, and entered the enemy's formation alone. He went straight to the city gate and marched in blood. He gradually left behind the silver-armored military guards.
In Huairen City, which is as dense as a sea and as crowded as a swarm of ants, a golden light, a blood mist, and a gust of wind blades rage through the sea of people, like a killing machine that no one can stop.
Sharp arrows, swords, and spears fell, but were knocked away. Occasionally they could attack Wu Xin's attackers. The effect was minimal, but the attackers were killed by Wu Xin in one fell swoop.
As Wu Xin made a bloody charge, the assassins gradually became fewer and fewer. Those who had not lost their minds gradually realized that Wu Guogong was invincible and began to retreat automatically. Even ordinary rebels were instinctively frightened and gave in.
In this way, Wu Xin's killing speed will be faster!
Later, the silver-armored military guards were like a silver wave, constantly impacting, and in the boundless sea of people, they rushed out of a huge bloody path.
With the Silver Wave as a benchmark, the Sui army was in great momentum and high in fighting spirit. They even killed the rebels, making them scream and roar, and retreated steadily.
"Chi"
Just as Wu Xin was getting ready to fight, a harsh sound broke through the air, and the mountain and river sticks were blasted out as if by instinct.
"Keng"
With a clanging sound, a giant crossbow that was more than ten meters long and nearly three meters thick was blown away by a stick.
Wu Xin just realized that he had reached more than a hundred meters from the east city gate without knowing it.
The silver-armored guards at the rear had already fallen a thousand or two kilometers away by themselves and were completely overwhelmed by the vast enemy army. All they could see was the green and bluish iron-blooded evil cloud.
Looking around, spiritual consciousness spread out, and they were all filled with frightened and excited enemy troops. There were no familiar faces at all.
"The battlefield is not a stage for one person. How about fighting to join up with the silver-armored military guards?!"
Wu Xin was a little tangled in his thoughts, thinking that if he charged like this alone, he would not be able to change the situation of the battle much, which was far less than the impact caused by the silver-armored military guards.
"Chi, chi, chi"
Before Wu Xin could think about it, there were dozens more piercing sounds in the air, and dozens of giant crossbows came fiercely, mixed with twenty or thirty iron arrows.
As for ordinary sharp arrows, the enemy has given up. Shooting Wu Xin with sharp arrows is a waste of energy and even arrow branches!
"The stick moves the mountains and rivers!"
The mountain and river sticks were swung together, and the roar of the storm caused the giant crossbow to deflect.
There was a sound of violent blows, and thirteen giant crossbows fell to the ground, shot into the ground nearly ten feet, and turned into thirteen iron pillars. There were also twenty or thirty iron arrows, leaving a field of arrow feathers around Wu Xin, which still buzzed.
Absolutely.
On the wall more than 300 feet high, Yang Xuangan's face was like gold paper, and he repeatedly asked Dilong and the barbarians for help.
Although the number of barbarians today is only about a quarter of the rebels on this route, they have gathered elite barbarians, and their overall combat strength is no weaker than the rebels on this route.
In addition, the rebel army under the city was defeated and suffered heavy casualties. If the barbarians did not take action, the rebel army would be in danger this time, and they might not even be able to defend the east city wall!
Di Long pointed at Wu Xin who was fighting alone in front of the city gate, being overwhelmed by countless rebels and intercepted by dozens of giant crossbows, and sneered:
"With such an excellent opportunity, if the King of Yue still cannot retain Duke Wu, there is really no need for us to cooperate! I cannot let a good barbarian man like me die in vain."
This is an opportunity that Dilong gives Yang Xuangan, and it also gives him and the barbarians a chance to wake up in time!
Judging from the reaction of his younger brother Di Shi, coupled with the survival of his sister Di Mingdie, and Wu Xin's oath, Di Long's heart was moved. Even the Man Emperor, who was recovering from his injuries, was silent and without any instructions, obviously letting Di Long make the decision himself! (
