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Chapter 187 North Sea Battlefield, Western Shadow

Chapter 187: Beihai Battlefield, Shadow of the West

"Kill!" "Kill!"

On the Beihai battlefield, a hundred thousand troops of the Yin and Shang Dynasty were fighting each other with Yuan Futong and other seventy-two princes. There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, blood pooled into rivers, and shrill roars came one after another!

"Humph, Yuan Futong, you may still have room for maneuver to surrender now and save your lives. Otherwise, if the army is defeated, not only will you be cut into pieces, but all nine tribes will be killed!"

Wen Zhong sat on the Mo Qilin, holding both male and female whips in his hands, staring at Yuan Futong with his three eyes, and shouted violently at Yuan Futong.

"I'm not ashamed of my words. Wen Zhong still doesn't know who will win now!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Yuan Futong's mouth, and he did not take Wen Zhong's threat seriously. Especially when he thought of the terrifying people behind him, he felt even more calm.

"It's really unreasonable. You're going to piss me off to death. You traitorous minister, see if I don't beat you to death!"

A fierce light flashed in Wen Zhong's eyes. He slapped Mo Qilin, and the third eye on his forehead shot out a few inches of white light. With a shake of his hands, the male and female whips immediately shot out a lightning beam as thick as an arm. "Boom!" shouted towards Yuan Futong.

Split it over.

"Hahaha. Wen Zhong, I don't know how many times you have used this magical power in the past ten years, but you can't do anything to me. I think you might as well cooperate with me to overthrow the Yin and Shang dynasties, and then the borders will be divided.

Wouldn't it be great to be able to control a piece of land all by yourself?"

Yuan Futong ignored the thunder that struck across the sky and laughed wildly. A light mask several feet in size suddenly appeared on his body, flashing "swastika" characters one by one, obliterating the thunder bit by bit.

"snort!"

Wen Zhong looked at the light mask emerging from Yuan Futong's body and his eyes shrank slightly. He had encountered this situation many times. If it were not for the protection of this light mask, Yuan Futong would have been killed countless times by him.

As a disciple of Our Lady of Jie Jiao Jin Ling, although there is no hope of becoming an immortal, he also knows that this is the magical power of the West, and there must be a shadow of the West behind Yuan Futong.

"Zha!"

Unable to hurt Yuan Futong, Wen Zhong immediately targeted the opponent's soldiers, quickly performed several seals with both hands, and used the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

"Boom!"

The monstrous flood, the meteor-like fireball, the protruding earth thorns, the weapons that turned against the enemy, the tough vines, and various five-element attacks immediately headed towards the local army, crushing the enemy's offensive in an instant, leaving behind

The ground was littered with corpses.

"kill!"

Seeing the enemy's retreat, Wen Zhong seized the opportunity and immediately led his troops to rush forward, taking the opportunity to expand the victory.

"Retreat, all of you, retreat back to me. As long as you retreat into the city, everything will be fine!"

Although he was defeated by Wen Zhong again, Yuan Futong did not appear panicked at all. Even his soldiers retreated into his own city in an orderly manner, as if they were used to it.

"Why!"

When Wen Zhong saw that Yuan Futong and others had retreated into the city, he immediately raised his right hand and ordered the army to stop advancing. He looked at a mask of light that enveloped the entire city and sighed helplessly.

Every time when Yuan Futong was defeated, he would basically encounter this situation. This mask was so tough that even if the Yin and Shang army stayed awake and attacked for three consecutive days, there would be no problem.

"What a shame. If the Western monks hadn't interfered with this, I would have wiped out Yuan Futong and the others long ago. Our master has returned to the court. How could it have been delayed until now!"

Wen Zhong cursed angrily. Fortunately, the Western monks inside seemed to have some scruples. Although they often protected Yuan Futong, they never attacked the Yin Shang army. Otherwise, Wen Zhong himself would not have the confidence to be able to stop it.

"Well, there are Western monks in the city, and judging from the aura emanating from them, their strength seems to be about the same as mine!"

Deep in the clouds, the sword in the stone stared sternly at the city shrouded in light below, a raging fighting spirit rising in his heart, and the ancient sword behind him made a "clang" sound!

Although there are many powerful people in the ancient world, they are extremely rare compared to the almost endless area. There is not even a Daluo Jinxian in hundreds of millions of miles. And generally speaking, most of the Daluo Jinxian will stay in the cave to meditate.

, so Sword in the Stone has been walking in the wilderness for more than ten years, but he has only encountered a few strong men, and there is only one chance to really fight. This is how he can complete his experience.

How could I miss such a rare opportunity now?



"Hey, we can't go on like this. We must complete the conquest as soon as possible. Chaoge's situation is urgent. If it doesn't work, we can only help Yu Shimen!"

Wen Zhong was secretly distressed in the camp. More and more bad news came from Chao Ge. He knew that he could no longer delay it, but he had no idea whether it would succeed or not if he asked for help from his master. After all, he couldn't even

He does not have the qualifications to achieve the status of a heavenly immortal. Even if he is well-connected, his status in the Jiejiao is not considered high.

"Reporting to Grand Master, there is a Taoist carrying an ancient sword outside who wants to see you and wants to help you solve your trouble!"

At this time, the goalkeeper rushed in and reported to Wen Zhong.

"Oh, there is such a thing. Follow me quickly to see the person coming!"

Wen Zhong's eyes flashed, and his face showed a hint of joy. Without saying a word, he immediately walked quickly outside the camp gate to receive him in person!

"May I ask where you are in Youxian Township and who you are studying under? Disciple Wen Zhong is here to greet you!" Wen Zhong stepped out of the camp gate and saw the sword in the stone. He immediately raised his hand and asked politely.

When Shi Zhongjian saw that Wen Zhong treated him politely and introduced his identity, Shi Zhongjian nodded slightly and said: "I am from Penglai Island!"

As for the question of who his master was, Shi Zhongjian did not answer Wen Zhong. It was not that Shi Zhongjian deliberately concealed it, but that Shi Zhongjian felt that his master was such a person. As a disciple, he must at least reach the quasi-sage level before he could confess the relationship, so as not to

I lost my master's face.

"Penglai Island?"

When Wen Zhong heard this term, his whole body was shocked, and his heart was filled with panic. How many monks in the ancient world had never heard of Penglai Island? The man from Penglai Island was a real giant in the ancient world.

A single word from a character can cause the whole world to shake, and can even determine the fate of the entire human race to a large extent.

Could it be that the person in front of me has something to do with the person from Penglai Island?

Wen Zhong's thoughts were swirling in his mind. Although he could not really determine the connection between Shi Zhongjian and Li Yi, he was already extremely polite to Shi Zhongjian.

"Hahaha. With the help of fellow Taoist, I also believe that the enemy is about to be defeated! Fellow Taoist, this way." Wen Zhong politely took Shi Zhongjian's right hand and invited him to enter the camp to rest. At the same time, he felt greatly relieved.

I breathed a sigh of relief and finally found someone who could deal with the Sifang Sect monks. I no longer had to worry about gains and losses and went to the sect to rescue them.

"please!"

The Sword in the Stone was a generous man, so he was not polite and went straight in with Wen Zhong.


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