The corpses of two snow owl beasts lay on the snow, with a long wound torn open on their necks. Blood spurted out from the wound, staining the open space at the entrance of the cave red.
Ye Cheng took two long breaths and then got up from the ground beside him. He had just resisted the Snow Owl Beast's grasp and found an opportunity to capture the first Snow Owl Beast in one fell swoop, at the cost of a piece of flesh and blood on its back.
, once again killed the second snow owl. Although the whole process was simple and fast, it consumed a lot of internal energy. After all, the strength of the two snow owl beasts was also in the middle of the advanced level. This was not a duel at the level of second-rate masters. It was slightly different.
Shen must have been seriously injured.
He spat out two mouthfuls of blood, picked up the fallen leather and sharp claws, and then wandered into the cave.
The largest cave in the entire cave was similar to the one on the side, except that the space was a little larger. The various colors on the stone walls were extremely gorgeous. As Ye Cheng strolled slowly, he was attracted by a few big characters on the corner.
The Great Han Divine Army.
Ye Cheng was stunned for a while. How could anyone write here? Moreover, it was the Han Empire hundreds of years ago. These words were written with flying dragons and phoenixes, which penetrated several inches into the stone wall. They were vigorous and powerful, and had extraordinary charm. They must have been written by famous writers. What's even more rare is that
There is a vague murderous aura between the four characters. It seems that this person is not only outstanding in grammar, but also in martial arts.
Closing his eyes, his index finger slowly moved along with the fonts. In a trance, Ye Cheng felt the soaring heroic spirit. The person who wrote the words was so mighty, but as the strokes of the pen turned, there was a faint sense of heroism.
The feeling of shortness of breath, in the end, turned out to be a kind of sadness that an old man can still eat.
Unknowingly, two lines of clear tears flowed down Ye Cheng's cheeks. The mere four characters really gave him the illusion that he had lived through his whole life, from the sharp and energetic young age to the rebuking Fang Qiu in middle age, thousands of miles away.
At first glance, the old man in his twilight years seems to have the helplessness of being older than he is.
You can't feel it unless you have experienced it yourself. After a while, Ye Cheng slowly opened his eyes, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of time. After a long time, he bowed and said: "The legacy of my predecessors should be kept in mind by the younger generation!"
Although it was just a few words, Ye Cheng felt a different kind of life from them. Of course, it would not be said to be a sudden improvement in skill, let alone a unique skill, but it was an improvement in his state of mind, as if he had gone through a lifetime.
Like this, the originally immature heart has experienced a tempering.
Just when Ye Cheng bowed, the originally seamless stone wall suddenly cracked into a door, two feet wide and one foot high, with a simple dragon-shaped pattern carved on it, and an astonishing power rushed towards him.
, giving people a feeling that this dragon is already alive.
The door opened suddenly, allowing Ye Cheng to see the world behind the stone wall. He saw a huge hall built against the mountain. From such a long distance, he could only see its outline. The stone wall was inlaid with radiating lights.
The dazzling gem illuminates the entire mountainside like daylight.
The distance between the main hall and the stone gate is about several hundred feet long. There are no obstacles within a hundred feet. There are only some warriors wandering around. They hold spears and spears in their hands and wear gray-black broken iron armor. Although they can't see clearly.
Their faces, but the frightening murderous aura is real.
Looking through this area, and further inside, there are soldiers dangling, with a thick sword hanging diagonally on their waists. The thick shields on their backs show their military types, and their equipment is better than those with spears and spears.
Soldiers are better equipped.
Ye Cheng secretly sighed in his heart, these soldiers are considered warriors. Only those who have experienced hundreds of battles can understand the evil spirit that is invisibly emitted from their bodies. It is vaguely certain that each of these soldiers is better than what he saw in Jiazhou before.
The naval force must be strong. This is the real lion that can fight a hundred battles, worthy of the four words "Great Han Divine Army" at the door.
With emotion, Ye Cheng walked along the steps anyway, and after walking four or five feet, he met the first spearman. Only then did he realize that these soldiers were already dead, and their faces were dry and withered, without a trace of moisture, except for the
A pair of eyes were sharp and lifeless.
"Perhaps you are guarding something, but since I can be chosen to enter here, I will not leave lightly. It may be a good thing to send you to reincarnation."
Ye Cheng muttered a few words, drew out his sword, rushed forward, swept to the side of the pikeman, and chopped off his head with one blow, thinking that even if these dead guys were strong, they would not be able to defeat the snow.
The owl beast is so strong that if its individual strength has the strength of a high-level mid-level, then this army will be a terrifying existence.
The spearman, who had a slightly dull expression, suddenly turned his head, his eyes were shining brightly, his body turned slightly to one side, the spear he held tightly in both hands swung violently, and the gun head swept towards Ye Cheng's head, completely ignoring his chest and abdomen.
loopholes.
Ye Cheng frowned. Although this shot was just an ordinary sweep and not subtle at all, it gave him the feeling of a life-and-death struggle. The opponent's movements were simple and capable beyond his.
Imagine that this spearman only turned slightly to one side, but he avoided the danger of his head being split in half. Even if he was hit, he only suffered a small injury to his shoulder.
But if Ye Cheng continues to attack and doesn't choose to change his moves, then when he hits his opponent, his mind will turn into a carrot.
In desperation, he could only choose to dodge and press down with his long knife to block the opponent's sweeping power.
"bite"
Ye Cheng felt his wrist go numb. The opponent's strength was really not small. With the support from inside, he was actually not able to win with strength alone. He couldn't help but look sideways at this lifeless walking zombie.
Because the opponent is already a mummy, Ye Cheng's internal organs cannot have the desired effect at all. If he fights against a normal person, just sending in the violent internal energy can destroy the opponent's meridians and internal organs from the inside.
These dead guys in front of them are naturally afraid that their internal organs will be injured, which will make it easier for them to display their strength.
At any time, a group of troops who are not afraid of death are truly terrifying.
Before Ye Cheng could counterattack, the spearman had already grasped the handle of the gun with both hands, and with an indomitable momentum, he stabbed Ye Cheng fiercely. The dark tip of the gun made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and his eyes were already shining.
It was radiating everywhere, but unfortunately the face was also completely silent.
Ye Cheng was slightly angry in his heart. He looked at the shot that was pierced into his heart and laughed angrily. He raised the sword sharply and raised it to the tip of the spear with ten levels of strength.
"bite"
The two fought again, and this time Ye Cheng finally gained the upper hand. Looking at the spearmen who took a few steps back, he didn't feel the slightest sense of accomplishment. The strength of these soldiers was far beyond his expectation.
, but having gained the upper hand, he no longer sighed. He held the knife in both hands, pounced directly, and launched a ferocious attack. The knife attacked the spearman's neck, and was bound to cut off her head. This may be the only fatal point of the dead body.
location.
Ye Cheng's sword skills only relied on his own insights. There was no exquisite coordination of moves, which made the horse-zanting sword less powerful. The spearman only had solid basic skills. The two of them just went at it.
When they attack each other, they are like two soldiers on the battlefield. What they rely on is not their moves, but their courage.
After dozens of moves, Ye Cheng was also shocked by the opponent's courage. Although the pikemen were dead long ago, the opponent's fighting consciousness always existed in his mind. Every time he encountered a threatening offensive, he would avoid the vital points as soon as possible to avoid them.
Extremely minor injuries can lead to maximum results. This is based on the experience of long-term battlefield fighting.
Ye Cheng relied on his internal strength and quick recovery. Although he was injured by a knife, he still did not lose much combat effectiveness. On the other hand, his opponent's armor, which seemed to be thick, was in pieces. His neck was still not injured, but in Ye
Under Cheng's deliberate attack, his arms and legs were covered with scars, and the bones at the joints could be seen clearly. Without the influence of muscles, the spearman's movements became stiff.
"Big guy!" Ye Cheng took a deep breath, looked at the spearman's neck and smiled: "I'm going to cut off your head this time, but be careful!"
Naturally, the spearmen didn't understand, so they still held their spears and attacked. Except for the slightly obscure movements, there was no trace of pain.
Ye Cheng took three steps in succession. The first step narrowly avoided the shot that pierced his neck. The second step made his lower abdomen shrink sharply, barely avoiding the shot from the tail of the gun. The third step finally succeeded.
He walked around behind the spearman, gave a rare grin, and whispered: "Big guy, it's over!"
Unexpectedly, the spearman did not turn around, nor did he return his spear to block. Instead, he took an inexplicable step forward. This step was not very fast and did not escape the attack range of Ye Cheng's saber.
Although I was a little puzzled, I thought that this guy was already a dead body. How could I have any idea? Maybe I couldn't turn the corner, so I wanted to run out and turn around to attack, but my legs were injured, so I couldn't use my legs and feet, so I could only expose them.
The flaw in the back.
Thinking of this, Ye Cheng clenched the handle of his horse-cutting knife with both hands, aimed it at the spearman's head, and struck it down. As long as he was hit, even a stone would be chopped into two pieces.
The kill was about to be completed, but an icy cold air came out of Ye Cheng's heart, and the feeling of life and death crisis filled his heart, making all the hairs on his body stand up.
At this time, the spirit was highly tense, and then the source of the crisis was discovered. Under the spearman's left rib, the dark spear head was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, with sharp fangs, and it shot quickly towards his lower abdomen in the blink of an eye.
It was already close to Ye Cheng's lower abdomen, less than a few inches away.
At the moment of life and death, Ye Cheng sucked in his lower abdomen, felt the gun tip close to his belly, twisted his waist suddenly, and avoided being penetrated by the spear by a hair. As the saying goes, "Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided."
Although he avoided this life-and-death blow, the spear still opened a huge hole in his abdomen, and blood spurted out from the hole.
Holding back the pain and dizziness caused by massive blood loss, Ye Cheng fiercely cut off the long knife. With a "click", the powerful and heavy knife directly broke the spearman into two pieces, and the body fell suddenly, leaving behind a
A book and a piece of upper body armor.
Ye Cheng quickly took out the golden sore medicine and poured half a bottle of medicine to stop the bleeding. He sat on the ground and picked up the books and armor. He was extremely surprised in his heart. The move just now must have been famous, and it was so fast.
Although he is already the ultimate spearman, he is also quite insidious in terms of weirdness. If it weren't for his special ability, he would be the one lying on the ground now.
At the same time, he also secretly praised the strength of this spearman. In addition to the advantage of the dead body, his basic kung fu is quite solid, and every blow is extremely skillful. It is true that the saying "years of fists, moon sticks, long practice spears" must be these warriors
There must be a lion fighting in front of him, and he is definitely the best among the best.
