Chapter 583: The sword comes out to kill the enemy
"It's so arrogant! This warrior named Han Yundong is so arrogant!"
"How dare you humiliate our Xue Jiajun like this, I will never spare him!"
"Shis cannot be killed and humiliated. Brothers, if we are defeated, let alone the people of Qi, we will not be able to forgive ourselves. Even we ourselves will not be able to forgive ourselves!"
"At any cost, go for it!"
After being humiliated by Han Yundong and Black Whirlwind, Xue Jiajun's eyes were blood red, like wolves and tigers, as if wild beasts were going crazy, and they threw themselves at Wu Luojun regardless of their own safety.
However, no matter how they counterattack, they will be suppressed by the Wuluo army head-on. What's more, they are killed by the Rakshasa clan's magic weapon from a distance before they can even rush in front of the enemy.
At this moment, Xue Jiajun was so angry that their fighting style was somewhat irrational.
Under this situation, many flaws appeared in Xue Jun's family, and Wu Luojun took the opportunity to beat them up.
Most of the corpses on the ground were human corpses. In comparison, there were much fewer Wuluojun corpses.
Seeing the soldiers of the Xue Family Army constantly falling on the battlefield, Xue Shifeng, as the highest commander here, had an extremely ugly expression, and the hatred towards the aliens in his heart was endless.
"Stop being so arrogant!"
Du Ning's voice sounded like a bell in the air, and then he opened his mouth and spit out a silver-white sword light that shot through the air and hit Han Yundong directly.
Kunlun ancient sword!
The moment Du Ning sacrificed the ancient sword, there was an extremely crisp sword cry, bursting out with a powerful force of talent.
At this time, the Xue Family Army has become red-eyed and confused. If it cannot attack the Wu Luo Army to stimulate our military morale and morale, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the Xue Family Army to defeat this elite army composed of two major foreign races.
The Kunlun Ancient Sword was so powerful that some warriors and mages immediately showed a look of fear on their faces, because they could clearly feel that the aura of the Kunlun Ancient Sword used by Du Ning was faintly stronger than the aura of Xue Shifeng's ancient sword. More than times.
"Be bold!"
Han Yundong glanced at the Kunlun Ancient Sword, and his expression changed slightly. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the Kunlun Ancient Sword was even more powerful than Xue Shifeng's ancient sword.
Even so, Han Yundong didn't take it to heart at all, because in his understanding, within the same sixth-grade realm, martial arts was far superior to Confucianism.
Han Yundong did not take the Kunlun Ancient Sword seriously. Instead, he slashed hard with his long sword and once again used the trick he had just used against Xue Shifeng.
"True Essence Breaks Through the Sky!"
Following Han Yundong's angry roar, the shadow of a huge long sword appeared again and struck at the Kunlun Ancient Sword.
At the same time, the corners of Du Ning's mouth raised slightly, showing a bit of sarcasm.
Although he has deliberately hidden most of the power of the Kunlun Ancient Sword, this is the Great Confucian Sword after all. How can a mere sixth-level warrior resist it?
With a "bang" sound, Han Yundong flew upside down like an arrow from a string, flipping several somersaults in the air before landing again.
This scene made many people from the Lingwu tribe change their expressions wildly. Could it be that this Xue family army contains a more powerful master?
"What! With just one sword, you actually knocked back Han Yundong?"
Black Whirlwind looked horrified and stared at Du Ning. He was just an ordinary scholar at the Hanlin level. He was so young and had such terrifying strength. Could he be the top genius in the Xue family army?
"Well played!"
Everyone in the Xue Jiajun was overjoyed to see this. They were relieved to see Han Yundong, who had been so arrogant just now, being repelled by Du Ning in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it! How dare this guy steal the prestige at this time!"
Xue Shifeng's face showed a slightly gloomy look, and the murderous intention appeared in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. Du Ning behaved so powerfully, how could this make him, a general in front of the formation, embarrassed?
Du Ning smiled slightly, raised his tone and said to Han Yundong: "You are not bad. You can actually take my sword. You are proud of yourself."
It's not that Du Ning is arrogant. You must know that Du Ning's true cultivation level is at the Confucian level. Even if he deliberately hides his strength, Han Yundong is not able to fight against him.
Han Yundong used his martial arts power to resist Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword and was able to survive unharmed. In a sense, he did deserve some praise from Du Ning.
Du Ning told the truth, which made most human scholars feel very comfortable.
However, the Wu Luo Army people on the opposite side were furious after hearing this, and some even became furious.
"Why are you so arrogant? Our General Han was just careless just now!"
"Exactly! Do you think that just because you are a young Hanlin scholar, you will be the opponent of General Han? Ridiculous! Who do you think you are!"
Everyone in the Wu Luo Army shouted loudly. They felt very uncomfortable when they were suddenly humiliated by Du Ning, but they were still very confident in Han Yundong.
"Boy, you are so presumptuous!"
At this moment, Han Yundong let out an angry roar.
In public, Han Yundong failed to block the attack of Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword. This was simply a great shame for him.
Han Yundong's eyes burst out with angry flames. He was very confident in his martial arts skills and thought he could be invincible against any sixth-level scholar. However, it was very difficult for him to accept that he was so easily repelled by Du Ning.
"I'm just presumptuous, so what?" Du Ning raised his head slightly.
"Hmph! If you have the guts, take another move from me. I don't believe you can beat me back again."
Unwilling to be reconciled, Han Yundong roared angrily and flew towards Du Ning. The long knife in his hand also exploded with more powerful momentum.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
Du Ning stretched out his hand and pointed at Han Yundong, and the Kunlun ancient sword struck out again, bursting out with an astonishing force and slashing at Han Yundong, and there was a fierce clang sound.
Under the attack of the Kunlun Ancient Sword, Han Yundong waved his long sword and retreated steadily, looking like he was invincible.
"Impossible! This is simply impossible!"
Han Yundong's eyes turned red instantly. As a sixth-level warrior, he was confident that he could crush the Confucian and Taoist scholars of the same level, but he was suppressed by Du Ning. This made him very difficult to accept. This is simply ridiculous!
"Crack!"
The long knife in Han Yundong's hand broke, and the ancient Kunlun sword flashed past, and a head flew out and rolled to the ground.
Before he died, Han Yundong's face was full of horror and disbelief. He didn't believe that he would die under Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword, and he died so simply, without any sense of tragedy.
"A good kill is such a relief!"
"Let's see if they dare to be so arrogant!"
Many scholars roared loudly and showed joy on their faces. Du Ning killed the opponent's general as soon as he took action, which greatly boosted the morale of Xue Jiajun.
