Wu Guang didn't have time to chat with Shi Xiao. He scolded in a low voice: "Don't waste any more time. If the enemy forces surround the camp, let alone you and I, both the princess and the Jade King will be captured by the enemy forces, let alone you and I."
, can you afford this responsibility?!"
After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Shi Xiao to react. He flew onto his horse, took off his Yanyue Sword, then put on his spiritual armor, spiritualized the long sword, separated the guards outside, and then went straight to the Blood Guard Camp ahead.
And go.(《》)
As soon as he urged his horse to rush out of his own crowd, he was met by three cavalry from the Blood Guard Battalion. Of these three, two used guns and one used a sword. When they saw Wu Guang, the three of them raised their spirit soldiers and pointed them at Wu Guang.
, and cast spiritual martial arts skills at the same time.
The Blood Guard cavalry with swords cast Spiritual Chaos Wind, and the Blood Guard cavalry with guns cast Soul Chasing Thorn. The spirit blades and spirit thorns condensed by the three of them flew towards Wu Guang head and face.
Wu Guang did not dodge, but poured spiritual energy into the spiritual weapon. The spiritual sword in his palm was radiating with light, and then, the spiritual chaos and extreme roared out.
The spiritual blades and spiritual thorns cast by the opponent collided with Ling Luan Ji's spiritual blade and instantly turned into nothing. Then, the remaining spiritual blades of Ling Luan Ji continued to fly forward unabated.
The three cavalrymen who had just used their spiritual martial arts skills tried to block, but it was already too late. As the dense spiritual blades scraped by, the three cavalrymen were chopped into pieces together with their horses.
The two sides only met each other, and Wu Guang killed three soldiers from the Blood Guard camp. Everyone in the Blood Guard camp behind was shocked. A captain urged his horse to pass the soldiers under his command, came to Wu Guang, and looked him up and down.
After a few glances, he shouted: "The general will be named by his name!"
"Feng Guo, Wu Guang!" Wu Guang announced his name, then looked directly into the other person's eyes and asked coldly: "Who are you?" Now he needs to hold the other party back as much as possible so that he can create a better future for the princess and the Jade King.
Give enough time to escape.
The captain was stunned for a moment, then let out a long oh, and said without any fluctuation in his tone: "So you are Wu Guang, one of the four great generals of the Feng Kingdom! I'm here at the Blood Guard Camp, Han Dao!"
Wu Guang is well-informed, and upon hearing the other person's name, he can tell that this person is not from Sichuan, but from Shenchi. ("")
He said in a deep voice: "As a master of Shenchi, why don't you stay in Shenchi's country, but instead go to Sichuan to become an accomplice and come to Huan to fight? This is contrary to Shenchi's style of not intervening in the conflicts between nations!
"
Han Dao shrugged and said: "It is only natural to accept people's money and eliminate disasters for others, and it has nothing to do with Shenchi's philosophy." As he spoke, he raised the spiritual knife in his hand and said: "It is useless to talk more. Today
You and I are each our own masters, and we will inevitably fight each other to the death!"
Wu Guang nodded and said: "A sword and a gun have no eyes, I'm sorry!" As he spoke, he urged his horse forward fiercely, and at the same time slashed out a knife, directly to the opponent's head. Han Dao shouted loudly, and he raised it
He raised the spiritual knife in his hand and received Wu Guang's heavy blow.
Bang! When the two swords hit each other, a cloud of sparks exploded. At the same time, a layer of dust was thrown up on the ground around the two of them, sand flew all over the sky, and the sky and the earth changed color.
Han Dao felt that his arms were numb and the tiger's mouth was painful. He secretly thought in his heart that Wu Guang was indeed well-deserved. Whether it was his spiritual martial arts skills or his own strength, he was top-notch.
"Take my sword too!" Han Dao yelled, using all his strength with both arms, he slashed the spiritual sword horizontally towards Wu Guang's waist. Without thinking, Wu Guang raised his sword to parry, and there was another deafening bang.
There was a sound, and Wu Guang, his men and horses, retreated three steps sideways.
The two of them went back and forth and fought for more than ten rounds. On the battlefield, the spiritual pressure released by the two became heavier and heavier, and the range became wider and wider. Gradually,
*The people watching the battle around him could not help but retreat.
Han Dao's spiritual martial arts is definitely top-notch, but compared with Wu Guang, there is still some gap. The two fought for more than 20 rounds. Wu Guang became more brave as he fought, while Han Dao seemed to be unable to do his best.
We have to become more and more hasty. (《》)
Seeing that the opponent was showing signs of losing strength, Wu Guang suddenly attacked, roaring and unleashing the Cross Cut Ji. At that moment, countless spiritual blades burst out, and the dense spiritual blades combined to form a huge cross shape, hanging.
With a harsh roar, it flew rapidly towards Han Dao.
Han Dao's heart was shocked. In a hurry, he responded with Lun Chao Ji, but his cultivation level was slightly inferior to Wu Guang's. His Lun Chao Ji could not completely offset Wu Guang's cross slash.
, there was still a small part of the spiritual blade that shot into Han Dao's body.
There was a constant rustling sound in his ears. The spiritual armor on Han Dao's chest was continuously attacked by spiritual blades. First, scratches appeared. As more and more spiritual blades attacked, the scratches turned into cracks. Then, his chest
The round spiritual armor that was a foot away was completely shattered, and the spiritual blade drew dozens of blood marks on his chest. A whole layer of flesh on his chest was peeled off, revealing the white sternum.
This was thanks to his deep cultivation and tough spiritual armor that could withstand most spiritual blades. Otherwise, those spiritual blades would have been enough to crush his chest.
Even so, Han Dao couldn't stand it anymore. He screamed out in pain and fell off his horse. The huge wound on his chest made people feel sick when they saw it. He fainted from the pain on the spot.
Seeing this, the soldiers of the surrounding Blood Guard Battalion were shocked. A dozen people immediately rushed out to block Wu Guang, while several others went to rescue Han Dao and dragged him back to their own camp.
When people brought him back and looked at Han Dao again, he found that there was too much air coming out and too little air coming in. It looked like he was going to die.
"General, Brother Handao is dying!" The soldiers of the Blood Guard Camp took out the golden sore medicine, opened the lid, and sprinkled it on the wound on his chest indiscriminately, while shouting at Tan Hui.
Another captain was about to be killed in the wind camp. Tan Hui's face turned extremely ugly. He did not speak, but the flames on the spirit gun in his hand had become thicker and more intense. Even the temperature around him was like
It suddenly rose by more than ten degrees.
Before Tan Hui could enter the battle, another captain named An Yao took the lead and rushed towards Wu Guang, fighting him to the same place.
This person used a spiritual spear, and his spiritual power was on par with the cold sword. After more than thirty rounds of fierce fighting with Wu Guang, she gradually began to show signs of weakness.
Wu Guang repeated his old tricks, and once again suddenly attacked, attacking the opponent with a cross slash and a fierce attack. This time, the dark demon was well prepared and did not dare to take Wu Guang's killing move. At the critical moment, she threw off the stirrup and flew to the side.
Got out.
Pounce! Wu Guang's cross slash missed the Dark Demon, but crushed her mount into pieces of meat. After the Dark Demon stabilized her body on the ground, she still wanted to fight back, but she didn't expect Wu Guang's second killing move.
Here it comes again, this time what attacks her is the Blood Soul Chaser, a blood-red spiritual thorn.
The dark demon broke out in a cold sweat. He had no time to block and could only dodge again. However, even though Xuehunzhui was just a spiritual thorn, it was not that easy to dodge. When her figure rushed to the side, Xuehunzhui rushed out.
As if Hun Zhui was alive, he turned around out of thin air and continued shooting towards her.
A squeaking sound was heard. Although this blood-red spiritual thorn did not hit the vital part of the dark demon, it pierced her shoulder blade. It entered from in front of her and came out from behind, directly piercing her shoulder.
Big hole.
An Yao groaned, staggered back five or six steps, then sat down on the ground, unable to stand up for a while. For fear that Wu Guang would chase him, the soldiers from the surrounding Blood Guard Battalion immediately rushed forward and took the injured An Yao to the ground.
Protect the demon to the death.
The opponent was just a female, and Wu Guang didn't want to kill them all. Seeing that the opponent was injured, he retreated. He reined in the reins of his horse, held the knife in one hand, and stood in front of everyone in the Blood Guard Camp. He adjusted his breathing and took this opportunity to kill as many people as possible.
Physical recovery.
He defeated two captains of the Blood Guard Battalion in succession, killing one and injuring the other. His own physical strength and aura were also depleted a lot.
At this time, another captain from the Blood Guard camp wanted to step forward to fight Wu Guang, but Tan Hui could no longer bear it and shouted angrily: "Get back, everyone!"
His words made the remaining three captains who were eager to try shrink their necks in fright. Without daring to say a word, they all moved their horses to retreat to their own formation.
Both the people of Shenchi and the Sichuan people in the Blood Guard Camp were extremely respectful to Tan Hui. Firstly, he was the regiment commander of the Blood Guard Camp and their immediate superior. Secondly, he was also a noble of Shenchi.
In Shenchi, not everyone has a name. All nobles have names, and the nobles also have the right to give names and surnames to those Shenchi people who have no names. Tan Hui holds the title of earl in Shenchi, and is considered a member of Shenchi.
One of the best.
At this time, Qin Hui stopped his men, knocked his feet on the stirrups, urged his horse forward, and came to Wu Guang. He lowered his head, looked at the spirit spear in his hand, and murmured: "A mere
General Feng, I have to bother you personally to take action..."
Listening to his words, I don’t know if he is blaming Wu Guang or his own subordinates. Wu Guang is almost angry. He has encountered many opponents in the battlefield, but he has never seen anyone as arrogant as this person.
He didn't take himself seriously at all.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Who are you? Tell me by your first name!"
Tan Hui finally raised his head, met Wu Guang's eyes, and said slowly: "Tin Hui."
"Qin Hui? Never heard of it." Wu Guang pointed at the opponent with his spiritual sword and said seriously: "I wonder if you are from Sichuan or Shenchi?"
"What's the difference?" Tan Hui was stunned by his question. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.
"If you are from Sichuan, I have nothing to say. If you are from Shenchi, I advise you to return to Shenchi as soon as possible and never go to the troubled waters of Sichuan again..."
Before Wu Guang could finish what he said, Qin Hui couldn't help but laugh out loud, shook his head and said, "You are about to die, but you still have the leisure to worry about me. It's really interesting."
Wu Guang's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that you and I can only see the true seal on the sword!" As he spoke, he held the spiritual sword with both hands and made a posture ready to attack.
Tan Hui's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stretched out three fingers and said in a solemn voice: "If I can't knock you off your horse within ten rounds, and if I can't take off your head within thirty rounds, I will spare your life today!"