Chapter 559 Lao Tzu is just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!
Zhu Yu was so tired that he was staggering, but he was not in full gear.
Practicing the sword is more tiring than fighting the enemy, and practicing the sword while fighting the enemy is even more tiring. After more than 500 rounds of high-intensity training, the iron body is also tired.
Of course, even if he was tired, it would be no problem to deal with Sun Tianfang.
But when Sun Tianfang came on the stage, Xiang Yuan moved. He stood in front of Zhuyu and said coldly: "Zhuyu has fought three times. According to the rules of the ring competition, after three fights, you need to take a breather. If you want to fight,
, Let’s fight again in an hour!”
The veins on Xiang Ding's neck were exposed and he said: "Lao San, where are the rules for this Laozi? Are you the one who made them?"
Xiang Yuan smiled coldly and said: "This is the rule in our Fierce Tiger Army. If you don't follow it, you will be defeated. Go back to where you came from!"
Xiang Ding was so angry that he was shaking all over. He didn't want to keep Zhu Yu for a moment.
Damn little bastard, he was bleeding from his heart after killing two of his masters.
Although the death of the two men did not damage their vitality, their morale was greatly damaged. If they cannot kill Zhu Yu today, how will the Right Army succeed in the future?
He gritted his teeth fiercely and glanced at Sun Tianfang: "Tianfang, step back first and let this kid adjust his breathing."
When Zhu Yu heard the adjustment, he was overjoyed.
What bullshit breath adjustment, he can just use the opportunity of breath adjustment to practice the "Five Gods Art".
Since he began to practice this longevity-level technique, he has only scratched the surface in half a year. At this golden opportunity, why not seize the opportunity to practice it?
Today I really practiced practicing against the enemy, and I used the "Innocent Butterfly" to its fullest potential.
Zhuyu's body cultivation has reached the peak of Wanshou, which can be called a half-step to become a god. With the cultivation of half-step to become a god, he practices Wanshou's low-level "Five Gods Art". It is just like a third-grade student learning a first-grade
Addition and subtraction within ten are generally easy and casual.
Zhuyu operated his spiritual power according to the mental method of "Five Gods Art", and the spiritual power of heaven and man in his body was gradually refined by the spiritual power of "Five Gods Art".
When the spiritual power circulates for one week, one-tenth of the spiritual power of heavenly beings is refined. In one hour, it circulates for ten weeks.
The spiritual power of the gods has been refined to more than 90%, and the cultivation of the Five Gods Art has touched the edge of 50%.
Zhu Yu and Shan Gang were facing each other just now. They had already practiced the "True Sword Art" to almost 70% level. In just a few hours, Zhu Yu's cultivation level had increased several times from not making any progress in more than half a year.
"The Pure Butterfly" is such a fucking treasure.
An hour was over. Xiang Ding could not wait to shout: "The hour has come, little Zhuyu, why don't you quickly meet the enemy?"
Zhu Yu's face is still pale. If his spiritual power is really exhausted, how can one hour be enough?
So at this time, Sun Tianfang was still facing the exhausted Zhu Yu.
Of course, it doesn’t matter whether others say whether it is the end of the war. Zhuyu himself knows whether he is warm or not.
As soon as the battle began, as expected, Zhu Yu was completely at a disadvantage.
His "Zhenru Sword Technique", which is close to 70%, cannot resist the opponent's dacheng's Wanshou Intermediate Sword Technique. If he uses his sword intention, Zhu Yu will definitely win, and win easily.
But how could Zhu Yu take such a precious opportunity to use his sword power against the enemy? His purpose was to practice.
So he "worked hard" and performed more than fifty moves. Gradually, his "True Sword Art" finally reached the 70% level, and his condition became better again.
After a hundred moves, Zhuyu was still at a disadvantage.
One hundred and fifty moves, the cultivation level of Zhuyu Sword Technique is close to 80%, and both sides are evenly matched.
Two hundred moves. Starting to gain the upper hand.
With three hundred moves, the Red Fish Sword Technique has reached 80%. Sun Tianfang is not enough as a sparring partner.
The squid's "Three Generations of All Things" were performed without reservation, and there was no suspense. Sun Tianfang was skewered with sugar haws again and died straight away.
Still the same as before, Zhu Yu's face was as pale as gold paper, and he even spat out thick blood.
Xiang Ding was shaking all over. Sun Tianfang was actually dead. Three people died. All three of them were backbone players in the Right Army. It is so difficult to train three Wanshou-level players. Today, three people were lost in one fell swoop. The loss was too great.
, his heart is bleeding.
But how could he remain calm at this time?
His eyes gradually turned red, and he was about to spit out fire. He vowed not to be a human unless he killed Zhuyu!
"Gan Feihua, come up!"
Gan Feihua fought with Zhuyu, but Zhuyu miraculously persisted.
The two sides fought for one hundred and fifty rounds, and Zhu Yu killed Gan Feihua with another sword blow.
This time he vomited three mouthfuls of thick blood.
"Sima Bei, get up!"
Sima Bei went to fight Zhu Yu again, and Zhu Yu miraculously survived the difficulty. The two sides fought for two hundred rounds, and Zhu Yu killed Sima Bei with another sword.
So far, Zhu Yu has killed five people. Each of these five people is stronger than the last. If they continue to kill, the backbone of the right army will be wiped out.
Xiang Ding's lips were trembling, his eyes were firmly fixed on Zhu Yu, and he wished he could go into battle and kill this little bastard with one sword strike.
He was so angry that he wanted to kill Zhu Yu at all costs. Even if he wiped out all the good men in the right army, he couldn't keep this little bastard alive.
But when he thought this way, his subordinates did not dare to think so.
Zhu Yu killed five people in a row, killing everyone in the right army so early that they were all scared to death. A group of generals and even general-level experts hid in the army, all of them were afraid that Xiang Ding would call their names.
In their eyes, Zhu Yu was no longer a vulnerable little monk, but a downright murderer.
Even a master like Sima Bei, who is close to the late Wanshou stage, can kill him. Apart from a few powerful generals and right-leaning generals in the right army, who else can fight him?
Previously, they thought that the rumors about the squid were nothing more than that, and that the squid was not worthy of its name.
It has long been rumored that Zhu Yu cultivated under the personal guidance of Master Huang, and his strength has been greatly improved, and he is definitely a good player among the long-lived masters in the army.
However, Zhu Yu's performance against Din Lu Shuang Ha in the first battle was really unsatisfactory.
But now, at this moment, who the hell doubts Zhu Yu's strength and who is the bastard.
This guy vomits blood over and over again, but he kills people every time he vomits blood. How is he vomiting blood? This is just a show!
Finally, Wang Ya, the general on the right, approached the eldest prince and lowered his voice: "Your Majesty, we were fooled by this little bastard. He did it on purpose."
Xiang Ding was shocked and opened his mouth wide, with a wonderful expression on his face.
Wang Ya added: "Zhu Yu, this little bastard, is extremely cunning. He had been hiding his strength before, but he was able to kill Ma Yaozi with one sword. In the next few battles, he repeated his same tricks. Look at his first battle with a sword.
The trick was obviously not executed smoothly.
And in the battle with Sima Bei just now, his "True Sword Art" was almost reaching the level of great success. Wasn't he deliberately cheating?
Your Majesty, please don’t fall for Zhu Yu’s trick again.”
Xiang Ding's eyes instantly straightened, and a light flashed in his mind, thinking that this was really the case.
When Zhu Yu faced off against Ma Yaozi in the first battle, his sword skills were very raw, and it looked like he had just practiced them recently. But in the final battle with Sima Bei, the same set of sword skills was clearly close to the level of Dacheng. Isn't this a trick?
?
Thinking of this, he felt regretful in his gut. Just now he was in a daze and failed to see through Zhu Yu's trick. He let his general's best soldiers be ensnared and killed one by one, killing five of them at once. The right army suffered heavy losses.
His majestic eldest son became king and hegemon in Western Chu, commanded thousands of armies, and was invincible. He was able to win every battle against the powerful enemies of Western Qin.
But today, he was tricked by a little bastard. He destroyed the city wall and suffered heavy losses. He had never experienced such humiliation in his life. For a moment, he felt like there was a tight breath in his chest, and his chest seemed to burst.
Finally, he vigorously circulated his spiritual power and forcibly broke through the chest barrier. For a moment, his mind was shaken and his energy and blood surged.
"Wow!" A mouthful of thick blood spurted out, his face was like gold paper, his eyes were filled with stars, and he almost fell off his horse.
Wang Ya was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly went over to support him and said: "Your Majesty..."
Xiang Ding pointed at the squid and said through gritted teeth: "How dare you, Shu Zi'er, you... you... you..."
He said "you" three times in a row, but couldn't say the rest.
What could he say? He hated himself for not being able to see through Zhu Yu's trick, and he hated himself for being so angry that he capsized in the ditch and hit Zhu Yu.
When Zhu Yu saw Xiang Ding's appearance, he knew that the other party had also seen through the whole story.
He laughed, jumped onto his mount, and shot out a magic spell, his whole body immediately became spotless.
"Eldest Prince, why don't you fight? Today is not fun enough. You just sent five people to practice swordsmanship with me. I haven't had enough fighting yet. I told you earlier, you can't send a few generals into battle.
If you had gone into battle in person earlier, how could you have caused so many lives?"
Zhu Yu said loudly, he paused, and then said: "I have said before that if you dare to offend the Golden Guard, you will die!"
When Zhu Yu said these words, his murderous intent was revealed, and the powerful aura in his body suddenly released. The invisible murderous aura was so frightening that the tiger horses opposite him involuntarily stepped back, and each horse's legs trembled.
Zhu Yu was panting just now and vomiting blood. Now he is standing on top of the war horse, full of energy and murderous intent. Where is the injured look?
When Xiang Ding saw Zhu Yu's posture, he became even more sure that he had been fooled today. He took a breath in his chest and spurted out another mouthful of blood.
As for the people on the right side of the Fierce Tiger Army, their faces were all pale.
No matter how stupid they are, they can still see that Zhu Yu has no damn injuries, he has been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
Fortunately, he was pretending to be real, trapping and killing the Tiger Army masters one by one. If General Wang Ya hadn't seen through it just now, the consequences today...thinking about it makes people shudder.
The terrifying Zhuyu, who has been in Wanshou for more than half a year, has such terrifying combat power. In time, what suspense is there to dominate the Western Chu army?
For a moment, everyone was afraid of the squid, and the originally orderly army began to stir up trouble. The battle formation retreated involuntarily, and the elegance of a strong army was lost.
Xiang Ding was so angry that he was half dead. Seeing that Wang Ya could not take advantage, he gritted his teeth and waved the war flag in his hand: "Withdraw!"
His general order made more than a thousand troops feel like they had been granted amnesty. Everyone turned their horses and ran back like a swarm of swarms. This was not a retreat at all. It was simply the defeated army abandoning their helmets and armor. They were frightened and fled in a hurry.