"Isn't Aojunxie the legendary number one master in Fengyun Continent? Today I want to see if he has three heads and six arms! There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. Aojunxie is destined to die today!"
Qing Kuang just glanced at Xiao Linfeng coldly. Although she had also faced moments when she was outnumbered, facing thousands of troops by herself was an escape from death that was absolutely unimaginable...
boom!
A pure purple sword energy shot out across the sky. In an instant, there was a scream from the crowd of Beiming soldiers who were crowded together like a colony of ants. Broken armor and broken weapons flew everywhere, bright red
The blood is lightly sprinkled on the walls of the ancient town.book
With just one move, Aojunxie had killed seven or eight Beiming warriors in an instant.[
The gap that had just been opened was quickly filled by Beiming soldiers, with swords and swords flashing, roars shaking the sky, and in the distance, sharp arrows flew towards the dark red figure in the crowd from time to time.
All arrows are filled with colorful spiritual light, depending on the previous cultivation level of the person who fired them.
Aojunxie was in the midst of thousands of troops, skidding around, swinging his sword, and constantly charging left and right, without stopping for a moment. Although his movements were continuous, he was able to move freely from beginning to end, with great precision and no trace of
Revealing flaws.
"He is indeed the number one master in Fengyun, the God of War in Fengyun. He is able to deal with such a dangerous situation calmly. I think he must have had amazing talent since he was a child, and he has received guidance from experts, so he has deep and pure skills..."
Xiao Linfeng stood on the city tower, holding the wine bag in one hand, and drank a few gulps down his throat, thinking to himself.
Only now did he truly realize that Fengyun War God's reputation was not in vain. Compared with Ao Junxie, he was indeed far inferior.
Even though there are many people in Beiming, it seems that a quick victory is absolutely impossible!
In this battle, many Beiming soldiers in the city will die. They can only continue to fill in the lives of those ordinary soldiers, slowly wearing down Aojunxie's strength, and looking forward to the time when he will eventually become exhausted. By then,
Perhaps, there might still be a chance on my side...
However, can this seemingly mountain-like army of Bei Ming survive until that moment?
Aojunxie moved his hands and feet, using the extremely domineering power of the Spiritual Emperor with each move, as if it was driving him to death. Wave after wave of Beiming soldiers who rushed forward fell under his sword...
Xiao Linfeng looked around him. Except for Feng Qingkuang, who was as cold and arrogant as Aojunxie, there was no one left. Even his personal bodyguards had been sent to deal with Aojunxie.
At the gate of the city, the killing continued. The ground was completely covered with corpses of Beiming soldiers scattered like fallen leaves. The sword in Aojunxie's hand and even the horse were splashed with the blood of Beiming soldiers.
There were blood stains, and the horses' hooves could only trample on the corpses on the ground and rush left and right.
Everything that happened in front of him made Xiao Linfeng, who was initially complacent and thought he had a chance of victory, gradually feel uncertain.
The wine bag in his hand poured into his mouth as fast as he could. It seemed that only strong alcohol could extinguish the uncontrollable jealousy in his heart...
Seeing his soldiers still being harvested and falling like leeks, Xiao Linfeng had already had the thought of rushing forward and fighting Aojunxie to the death hundreds of times.