Chapter 62: The Enlightenment of the Bloody Battle
"Blessings from the Wind God!"
A vague ripple spread out, and the speed of the enemy forces on all sides increased dramatically. Xinwuwei and others were beyond their expectations, and they were caught off guard!
"shoot!"
When the Confucian-robed scribe gave the order, Wu Long and other Xinwu guards were already ready to attack. When the enemy troops from all directions charged together, Wu Long Luck gave a loud shout.
The bowstrings sounded in unison, and four to five hundred sharp arrows struck the cold light, with dense and sharp sounds piercing the air, like a net of death covering the enemy.
The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, the shadow of the stick, the strong wind.
A small part of the sharp arrows were knocked away and missed, and most of them fell. Still no one was killed by the arrows. It is estimated that only one or two hundred enemy soldiers were killed, and they were quickly overwhelmed by the following enemy troops!
"Shoot..." Wu Long frowned and shouted with luck again.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
As soon as Wu Long finished speaking, there was a dense and continuous sound of huge impact, and the first wave of enemy attacks had already fallen.
Sword energy, sword light, sticks and palms, and many hidden weapons that dazzle people.
The gun-shield defense line formed by the three teams of Dragon, Elephant and Wolf experienced many vibrations and retreated. More than a dozen giant shields were cracked, and dozens of giant shields were deflected or knocked into the air.
There were more than a dozen strong men who jumped directly across the defense line and rushed into the Xinwuwei camp.
The Xinwuwei camp suddenly became restless...
Originally, Xinwuwei expected that it would take the enemy six or seven breaths (breath = second) to rush in front of them, enough to fire two or three waves of arrows.
Now, it took only four or five breaths to rush to the front. The fastest person only had two or three breaths, which was only enough for Xinwuwei to fire one wave, and the second wave was already too late!
"The Wolves draw their swords to make up for it and assist; the Dream Team shoots!"
Wu Long was shocked, he quickly changed his words and gave an order loudly.
"Lord (young master)?!"
At the same time, a large number of enemy troops were seen rushing towards Wu Xin, who was alone outside.
There was a burst of shouting, and Du Heng, Feng Ya, Hong Bo, Liu Shi and others rushed out of the formation. Even Wu Long, Wu Meng and other commanders showed hesitation.
"Go back! Strictly maintain your formation and don't go out to fight!"
Wu Xin shouted loudly, and with a move of the mountain and river stick in his hand, he "swept across thousands of armies", sweeping up a large amount of sand and dust, carrying a blazing wind, blocking the impact from the front.
Immediately, his steps stopped and his figure quickly retreated!
With the enemy's average cultivation level and number of experts, if Xinwuwei did not maintain their formation, try their best to maintain the increase and suppression of the iron-blooded evil energy, and try their best to exert their military advantages, they would not be an opponent at all, or at least they would suffer heavy losses!
"Chi, chi, chi..."
When Wu Xin retreated violently, the cold light was biting and the wind howled.
More than a dozen sword rays, dozens of long sticks, and several fist winds blasted towards Wu Xin in the air, directly sealing Wu Xin's left, right, and front three sides!
Wu Xin frowned, holding the mountain and river stick with both hands, spinning and dancing at the speed of lightning.
The shadow of the stick is like a jade, and the swirling air current is like a roaring tornado. It is also filled with suffocating heat, forcing many enemy troops to find it difficult to approach.
Haki blocked many attacks, but Wu Xin also lost the best opportunity to retreat and was surrounded by the enemy in the blink of an eye!
The wind of the stick roars, the shadow of the stick is continuous, and the red fire is scorching, and the purple gold burns the body.
For a moment, the many masters surrounding Wu Xin, some of whom were in the Qi Refining realm, were helpless and looking at each other in shock!
"That's the feeling..."
With everyone besieging him, Wu Xin could only rely on his senses and brute force to defend himself and fight back, not daring to abuse his internal strength. He had a little bit of energy left in every move, and even all the subtle moves were useless and gradually forgotten.
However, as the fierce battle continued, Wu Xin felt that his understanding of the "Martial God's Heart Sutra" had improved by leaps and bounds, and he was fighting entirely by relying on the profound meaning of the Martial God, or in other words, relying on instinct!
More importantly, Wu Xin clearly felt that the internal force in his body was frantically agitating, rotating, and expanding at a speed that was ten times, or even dozens of times, that of usual hard training!
Is it fighting spirit? Is it hostility? Is it evil spirit?
Is it perception? Is it pressure? Or is it potential?
At this time, Wu Xin could not think deeply. If he slacked off a little, he might die under a cold arrow.
In addition to the above, Wu Xin also felt the benefits of long sticks in melee. The lethality is weaker than long weapons such as guns, knives, spears and halberds. However, the power of self-protection is stronger, and the weapon is less likely to get stuck. It has autonomy.
, the flexibility is also strong!
There are pros and cons!
"Lord!"
Unfortunately, Xinwu Guards did not dare to put Wu Xin in danger. With a sweet shout, dozens of sharp arrows screamed and attacked the people who besieged Wu Xin.
"Pa la..."
When the whip sounded, Mrs. Liu swung out the long whip in her hand, like a fiery snake coming out of its hole. A fiery snake led many black snakes and pounced on the enemy behind Wu Xin.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."
There was a sound of dense metal clashing, and the group besieging Wu Xin retreated.
The fire whip was like a snake and wrapped around Wu Xin's waist. Liu turned around and ran away...
A pulling force came, and Wu Xin retreated violently. He held the sticks in both hands and danced wildly, blocking swords, guns, swords, sticks and various hidden weapons, making sure that no water leaked or splashed water could enter!
Wu Xin sighed secretly...
Although Wu Xin ordered everyone not to fight, everyone still would not let Wu Xin be put in danger and fight alone!
"Chi..."
Seeing that Wu Xin was about to retreat to the Xinwuwei camp, a harsh sound broke through the air...
Wang Junkuo rose into the air with a ghost-headed sword in his hand, and slashed it down on the head with a simple blow. It was as powerful as splitting mountains and cutting off streams, and there were blazing flames that burned people's souls.
Wu Xin struck out with the mountain and river stick in his hand, like an angry dragon coming out of the sea, powerfully scattering the violent airflow and flames, and hit the blade right in the middle.
Amidst the deafening clang, a terrifying force smashed the ghost's head sword away, and Wang Junkuo flew backwards into the air for more than ten meters.
After landing, Wang Junkuo was about to continue his forward attack when he felt a cold and dangerous gaze. When he saw it, it was the mysterious old man... Hong Bo, staring at him.
Wang Junkuo suddenly felt chilled in his heart. He shouted several times, but turned around and blended into the crowd...
Don't run away, just change the angle and continue the siege!
If you miss this opportunity, Wang Junkuo will have no chance of getting "Lihuo Shensha" again!
"Click..."
Returning to the camp, Wu Xin stood up on his tiptoes and smashed the Shanhe stick in his hand at a Qi practitioner who was fiercely fighting Du Heng.
The master of Qi training turned around with a long stick in his hand...
The long stick was broken, and the head exploded like a watermelon!
In terms of cultivation, Wu Xin is not as good as the Qi Refining Realm. However, the Mountain and River Stick weighs four hundred kilograms, plus Wu Xin's brute strength is about eighteen thousand kilograms, plus the increase in internal strength. With one stroke of the stick, it steadily exceeds twenty thousand kilograms.
Is it something that an ordinary Qi Refining Realm person can withstand?
"Du Heng!"
The mountain and river stick swept away, knocking two people away and forcing four or five people back, Wu Xin shouted.
Du Heng understood and quickly handed over the Shadow Sword...
"Shua..."
Wu Xin grabbed the hilt of the Shadow Sword with his left hand, moved it sideways and slashed, one sword, one sword and two sticks were cut off, and an arm, half of the body and half of the head rose into the sky...
Everything passed by the Shadow Sword is as fragile as paper!
At this time, apart from convenience, Wu Xin also felt the disadvantages of long weapons, heavy weapons, and even mountain sticks. They were inconvenient to get close to and too heavy.
There are more than 4,000 enemy troops, even if Wu Xin is smashed to death one by one without fighting back, Wu Xin will be exhausted to death!
There are no melodious horns and no boring war drums!
The pungent fishy smell, the hot blood, the flashing cold light...
Wu Xin's ferocity increased sharply, he used his sword on his left and his stick on his right, attacking on the left and defending on the right, and charged and killed.
Wherever it passes, there is a flood of blood and stumps flying!
Silently, Wu Xin's cultivation reached the late stage of the ninth level of body refining, advanced to the peak, and reached the perfection of the conjoined body...
