When the sun gradually set towards the west, both sides watching the battle were already a little tired.
The soldiers who stood under the scorching sun wearing armor all day long looked exhausted, and even the players looked a little listless because they had been paying close attention to the battle situation for a long time - compared to their monster physiques, they were not mentally strong.
It's not that powerful. If you stare at the battle for such a long time, you will inevitably feel tired.
So, what about the two sides in the fierce battle?
Because the red clouds were getting thicker and thicker, many people could no longer see clearly the fighting movements of both sides, and could only judge the battle situation from the sounds of weapons clashing. As the sun gradually turned westward, the sounds of weapons clashing on both sides did become less frequent.
Therefore, some people who are inclined to the magic system but not familiar with the martial arts system naturally conclude that Cheng Peng and Yang Jian are also tired, and their attacks have slowed down.
But in the ears of those experts who have experienced hundreds of battles and can accurately judge the battle situation by sound alone, the gradually decreasing sound of gold and iron does not mean that the intensity of the battle between the two parties has decreased, but it means that the battle between the two has become more intense.
It has become so close and dangerous that they are even trying to minimize the chance of their weapons colliding, and try their best to dodge instead of block to deal with the opponent's attacks, freeing up more power to fight back.
The battle has reached this point, maybe the winner will be decided soon, right?
"That's not necessarily the case!" Zhang Channian, who had already rushed back, muttered, "Two hours ago I thought they were about to decide the winner, but they are still fighting; an hour ago I thought they were definitely about to decide.
They fought to the death, but they are still fighting... Now even if they have to stay up all night to fight, I wouldn't be surprised!"
"Only Cheng Peng has this kind of endurance. If it were me, I would have been defeated." He Ming sighed, "This guy... I challenged him countless times, but each time I made some progress.
I thought the distance between me and him had shortened, but I soon discovered that his progress seemed to be slightly faster than mine..."
"Then isn't the gap between you getting wider and wider?" Wen De asked with a smile.
He Ming touched his nose helplessly and sighed.
"Actually, your confidence is constantly declining." Bai Yu suddenly said, "The gap between you and him is not big. As long as you can put down your burdens and don't care about the outcome, you may not have the ability to fight as an equal with him."
Of course He Ming understands this, but understanding is one thing, being able to do it is another. Since the two sides met in the Dynasty Warriors world, he didn't know how many times he had fought against Cheng Peng, but never once.
Winning - Even if his courage is iron-clad, after so many failures and setbacks, he will inevitably feel a little depressed and lose confidence in himself.
Everyone here was whispering, ignoring the battle situation for a while.
So they didn't even have time to notice the small movements of the Zhou army players at the head of Xiqi City.
When the red light shot towards Cheng Peng, most of them didn't even notice it.
Of course, the bow and the sword are also responsible for this. The bow is the "enemy bow" unique to the Western mythological world. Every time an enemy is selected, the arrows fired will have an additional bonus on it, both in terms of accuracy and accuracy.
The power will be greatly enhanced, and all the murderous fighting spirit can be restrained, and it can be launched only at the target, without being discovered and interfered by others; the sword is a thousand-mile soul-chasing sword, as long as the target is locked, it will continue to pursue it no matter how far away it is.
Killing follows you like a shadow, never ending, but it does not emit any murderous intent, making it difficult for the target to detect it.
This combination of bow and sword has killed countless powerful enemies, and it has also won Chuan Yunzi, who is not very good at himself, the position of one of the top ten masters of the Sky Sword Alliance.
Although he is not particularly strong at ordinary times, when he holds the bow in his hand and the sword on the string, even Zhou Ren will be afraid of him!
The sword was shot out, and in an instant it was in front of Cheng Peng, heading straight to the door.
Even though Cheng Peng's innate spiritual sense had warned him, because time was too tight and the battle was too fierce, he couldn't even move to resist. He could only tilt his head slightly, hoping to avoid the "arrow."
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If it was an arrow, he could indeed dodge it. But that was not it, it was a sword, a flying sword specially made for sneak attacks and assassinations. This kind of six-star silver-level flying sword can only be used once.
It is one of the most expensive consumables in the game today, and its power is fully worthy of its value!
Cheng Peng turned his head and the flying sword immediately changed its direction and headed straight for his face.
By this time, Cheng Peng's tricks had become old and there was no time to change them.
As soon as Feijian took action, Chuan Yunzi noticed this situation by virtue of his induction with the magic weapon. He secretly clenched his fists and a smile appeared on his face.
This sword will definitely hit, and Cheng Peng will definitely die!
However, the result was completely different from what Chuan Yunzi expected.
Cheng Peng really couldn't dodge or block this sword, but there were still people who could.
Yang Jian!
When the sword hit Cheng Peng, Yang Jian suddenly exerted his strength and ignored Cheng Peng's shot at his chest. The three-pointed two-edged sword turned into a dazzling white light and slashed out fiercely.
Sparks are everywhere, gold and iron are buzzing.
Chuan Yunzi, who was at the top of Xiqi City, turned pale, and blood oozed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. However, the sword cut off his spiritual thoughts that were lying on the sword, and he suffered internal injuries.
A large piece of the Taoist robe on Yang Jian's body was torn. Although Cheng Peng stopped his hand in time, he still couldn't completely stop it. The magic spear landed firmly on his body, but it was not able to hurt him. Only his
A white mark was left on his body.
There was a deep bloodstain on Cheng Peng's face, which extended from the center of his eyebrows to the tip of his nose, just shy of a craniotomy and brain injury.
At Cheng Peng's feet was a flying sword that had been chopped into two pieces, lost its spirituality, and turned into mortal iron.
The red light in Cheng Peng's eyes gradually dissipated, he put away the magic gun, stared at Yang Jian, then bowed his hands and turned around.
He did not ask Yang Jian why he did this, nor did he discuss the issue of victory or defeat.
Yang Jian also smiled slightly, returned the favor with the three-pointed knife in his arms, and turned back towards Xiqi City.
He also said nothing.
"What kind of riddles are you playing?" When Cheng Peng returned to the battle, the impatient Zhang Channian couldn't help but ask, "Why did he save you? I don't remember there being such a good character in Fengshen Yanyi!
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"Who knows..." Cheng Peng smiled and looked at the closed Xiqi City, "But if I were him, I would probably do the same."
"Oh? Is this the 'Heroes cherish heroes' in the Chinese proverb?" Shen Qi asked curiously, "Because we respect each other, we don't want the other person to fall under the knife, right?"
Cheng Peng was about to answer, but Wei Ye touched his mustache and smiled ambiguously.
"Well, that's true! This is the bud of friendship!"
"...Why do I feel like things have completely changed after you said that?"
"Illusion, this is completely an illusion! Pojun, you have a prejudice in your heart, so your view of things will be biased. At this time..."
"At this time, he needs to focus on one point to change his view of things in the past, right?"
"Little sister Sanae, you are right! Pojun, you need to change your past prejudice against Xiaosheng!"
"...Let's forget it. I'm afraid this change will have bad consequences..."
"Illusion, that is completely an illusion!"
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But inside Xiqi City, the atmosphere was a bit heavy.
Yang Jian didn't express anything about Chuan Yunzi's act of stabbing someone in the back, neither approving nor opposing it; he also didn't express anything about his action of rescuing Cheng Peng, neither confessing nor explaining.
He just returned to his room in silence, then hung a "Cultivating" sign on the door and stopped talking to anyone.
"Is he angry?" Chuan Yunzi stood outside the door and shouted for a long time, but never received a reply, which made him feel a little uneasy.
"He won't be angry." Zhou Ren said calmly, "This is a war, that is a battlefield. There is no room for justice and morality on the battlefield. What you did is not wrong. If there is a chance, he will do something similar.
Things come up."
"Then why did he save Cheng Peng?"
"Because he is my master, Qingyuan Miao Dao Zhenjun!" came a voice that no one had heard before. Everyone turned around and saw a boy with blond hair in white clothes.
"I am at the door of Jinxia Cave in Yuquan Mountain. I was ordered by my master to deliver the magic weapon." With that said, the boy knocked on the door. After getting Yang Jian's permission, he opened the door and walked in.
After a while, Yang Jian, who had put on a military uniform, walked out of the house, and the blond boy followed him out and bowed before leaving in the clouds.
"We will fight again tomorrow!" Yang Jian smiled, his smile as clear and bright as sunshine, "Without your intervention, Cheng Peng will definitely lose!"
