Wu Guang rushed into the depths of the Peng Army camp. Looking up, he saw a large carriage at the densest place of the Peng Army. The carriage was square in shape, almost one foot long and wide. At a cold glance, it looked like a small house. The carriage was made of red sandalwood.
It is made of wood, with dragons and phoenixes floating on it, all of which are golden. If you look closely, you will find that skilled craftsmen have inlaid gold particles on it. Even the most inconspicuous corners of the carriage are covered with gold.
It is inlaid with gold foil and gold leaves. In front of the car, there are two rows of tall horses, four in the front and four in the back. They are equally strong and the same height. There is not even a hair on the eight horses.
Just looking at the luxury of this carriage, its unparalleled pomp, and the density of soldiers and generals around it, Wu Guang immediately judged that the identity of the person in the carriage was very unusual. If nothing else, it was Zhong Tian himself.
His eyes shone brightly, and he shouted: "Anyone who stops me will die!" As he spoke, he waved the spiritual knife in his hand, and the blade cut across the sky, emitting streaks of cold light like snow flakes, blocking the Peng in front of him.
From time to time, soldiers were hit by the sharp edge of the spiritual sword, and their blood spattered three feet, and they fell to the ground screaming.
When Wu Guang rushed to the carriage, two generals riding tall horses came forward. One held a gun and stabbed Wu Guang's chest, while the other held a knife and slashed Wu Guang's neck.
Wu Guang reacted very quickly, without even thinking. He held the knife with one hand and swung it outward. With a crisp sound, he bounced the incoming spirit knife away. Then he turned to the side and stabbed the man in front of him again.
The spirit spear dodged away, and just when the opponent was about to retract the spear and attack again, his arm suddenly retracted, and with a bang, he clamped the opponent's spirit spear under his ribs.
"ah?"
Na Peng was shocked and tried to pull back the spirit spear, but the sword Wu Guang had swung out had been swept back.
flutter!
This sword hit the Peng general's waist. The blade entered from the left rib and came out from the right rib, cutting him in half.
The upper body of the Peng general had fallen off the horse, while the lower body was still hanging on the horse's back, and his internal organs were flowing all over the ground. On the other side, the Peng general watched his companion die tragically under Wu Guang's sword.
The sword stood up and slashed at Wu Guang's head. Wu Guang moved very quickly, put the sword away and put it on the shelf.
When the bang bang - the spirit knife struck his sword shaft, it bounced up to a height of more than half a foot. Wu Guang didn't do anything, but the general Peng's arms were numb from the shock, the tiger's mouth cracked, and he secretly screamed fiercely, and the general Peng's eyes
He opened his eyes wide, endured the pain, retracted his spiritual sword, and struck out with another sweep. Wu Guang had no time to fight with him now, so he shouted loudly, thrust his spiritual sword forward, the light suddenly rose, and the spiritual chaos and wind came out.
Unexpectedly, he used his spiritual martial arts skills so quickly. General Peng was not prepared enough. At this time, it was too late to take back the sword that he had swept away and use his skills to fight against him.
I saw the spirit blades flying all over the sky instantly shattering the spirit armor all over the body of the Peng general. From head to foot, the spirit chaos? Wind cut countless wounds, and the whole person screamed in pain like a bloody gourd and fell down.
The war horse lay on the ground, twitching for a few times and then stopped moving.
It's too late, but it's fast. It only took Wu Guang's sword to kill two generals in the blink of an eye.
When the soldiers around him saw this, they were so frightened that they no longer dared to step forward to stop him. They all ducked to both sides. They moved out of the way, leaving a wide passage for Wu Guang, and he galloped forward almost unimpeded.
When he got close to the carriage, he handed the knife forward in his hand, then raised it, and wow! The curtain of the carriage was torn open by the blade of the knife. Wu Guang looked inside and saw that there was only one person sitting in the large carriage. He was about forty or fifty years old.
, with a white face and black beard, wearing a brocade robe. At this time, this man was looking out with a look of panic on his face, and happened to meet Wu Guang's eyes.
Wu Guang is now no different from a bloody man. The original color of the spiritual armor on his body can no longer be seen. It is completely stained red by blood. It is unclear whether it is his own or someone else's. Looking at it coldly, he looks like a demon crawling out of hell.
After the middle-aged man saw it, his hair almost stood up in fear, his body became weak, and he couldn't even scream, let alone run.
"Are you Zhong Tian?" Wu Guang has never met Zhong Tian, and only knows that he has a white face and a black beard, similar to the appearance of the man in the car.
"I don't..." The middle-aged man was about to speak, but Wu Guang didn't give him a chance to speak. He sneered and shouted, "You are the one I'm looking for!" As he spoke, the knife in his hand was fierce.
As he stabbed into the car, there was a loud sound, and the blade of the spirit knife hit the middle-aged man's chest, piercing his body.
Wu Guang shouted: "Get out here!" He stretched his arms outwards, and hey, the middle-aged man's body was still hanging on the spiritual knife, and he was forcibly taken out of the carriage. Plop! The middle-aged man fell out of the carriage.
On the ground, his eyes turned white, he spit out only two mouthfuls of blood, his head tilted to the side, and he died on the spot.
"Ha ha--"
Wu Guang laughed. There was no need for the other party to sign up. This person would most likely be Zhong Tian. He really didn’t expect that the number one thief of the Feng Kingdom could die in his own hands. Thinking of this, he raised the spiritual sword above his head and pointed towards it.
He slashed hard, and with a sharp click, the head of the corpse fell. He then picked it up with the tip of the knife, held it in his hand, lowered his head and tied it to his waist.
As soon as he tied the head, the sound of rapid horse hooves suddenly came from the side. Wu Guang was about to turn around and look around. Suddenly, there was a bad wind beside him, and the air fluctuated, as if there was a spiritual wave coming. Sensing the approaching danger,
Wu Guang didn't have time to think carefully, and instinctively reacted by rolling down on the spot, and the windlass went quite far.
The moment he rolled away, hundreds of spiritual thorns were approaching. The spiritual thorns did not hurt Wu Guang, but they stabbed the stopped war horse into a hornet's nest. The force of these spiritual thorns was so strong that the war horse grew long.
The body of the war horse was penetrated, and after hundreds of spiritual thorns flew past, only a blur of flesh and blood remained on the war horse.
Ah? Wu Guang, who was lying on the ground, could see it clearly, and at the same time he broke out in a cold sweat. What a domineering soul-chasing stab! Who was coming? He jumped up from the ground, raised his head, and looked at the person who sneaked up on him.
people.
The visitor was covered in sky-blue spiritual armor and held a Nine-turn Universe Spear in his hand. He stepped off the white dragon colt and looked at him coldly. He looked majestic and murderous. Wu Guang did not know this person, and he had never heard of him in his memory.
Such a powerful person. He frowned and asked in a cold voice: "Come on, please give me your name!"
"Jongwu!"
As soon as the person announced his name, he rushed up to Wu Guang. The head of the Nine-Turn Qiankun Gun trembled wildly, pulled out three spear flowers in the air, and stabbed Wu Guang's throat and left and right chests.
Oh! It turns out that he is Zhong Wu, Zhong Tian’s second son! Wu Guang was not afraid of laughter. He stepped sideways more than two meters away and got rid of all three shots of the opponent. Then he said with a smile: "It turns out to be Zhong Wu."
Damned son of God! Well, now that your thief father and brother are dead, and you are the only one left, I don’t think you need to live anymore. Go and find your father and brother as companions on the road to hell!"
"Fuck your mother!" Zhong Wu heard this and his nose was almost twisted with anger. The spirit gun in his hand glowed brightly. Blood Soul Chase suddenly appeared, and dark red spirit thorns formed an overwhelming giant in the air.
The nets all shot towards Wu Guang's vital parts.
In fact, if Wu Guang could calm down and analyze, he would immediately feel that something was wrong. Zhong Tian was Zhong Wu's father. If he died, Zhong Wu would be devastated. But now Zhong Wu only has an angry look on his face, not anything.
Sad mood. But now the skills Zhong Wu has unleashed are so powerful that Wu Guang can't calm down and think about it.
The color of the blood soul chaser can be used to judge the opponent's level of cultivation. The redder the released spirit thorns, the deeper the cultivation level, and vice versa. Zhong Wu's blood soul chaser thorns are already dark red, that's all.
, Wu Guang judged that the other party's cultivation level was definitely not lower than his own.
It was impossible to dodge the large-scale attack skills of Blood Soul Chaser. At the critical moment, Wu Guang used all his strength and shouted: "Well done!" Before he finished speaking, the Yanyue Sword in his hand glowed with a strange light.
, spiritual chaos? Extremes are released accordingly.
call!
There are so many spiritual blades, they gather together like a hurricane. Because there are so many, the whistling sound produced when they rub against the air is eardrum-shaking.
Wu Guang's spirit chaos? Ji and Zhong Wu's blood soul chase collided together. At that moment, it seemed as if the world was about to collapse. The spirit blade and spirit thorn collided with each other, shattering together, and the waves caused spread outward.
Waves of air were formed one after another. Even the soldiers standing more than ten meters away were oppressed by the air waves and involuntarily retreated backwards. At the same time, the soil on the ground was also rolled up high by the spiritual blades and spiritual thorns.
, the flying sand and rocks covered the sky and the sun, and everyone around had the illusion that they were in purgatory.
It seemed as if a century had passed before the field gradually became quiet. When the dust cleared, looking at the two people in the field, the surrounding soldiers and generals were startled.
Wu Guang stood on the ground and did not move, but moved back two or three meters away. His feet left two long traces on the ground. Looking at him, there were signs on his left shoulder, above his left chest, and on his lower abdomen.
There were blood holes as thick as a thumb on his right leg and other places, and blood was constantly flowing out from the cracked spiritual armor.
Looking at Zhong Wu, the situation was not much better. The white dragon colt he stepped off had turned into a blood dragon colt. It was impossible to count the number of cuts on his body. All four hooves were broken and he fell to the ground motionless. He was originally sitting on the horse.
Zhong Wu has stood on the ground, his spiritual armor on his head is broken, his hair is disheveled, there are two dazzling blood marks on his face, half of his face is dyed red, the spiritual armor on his body is also incomplete, and he was scratched by the spiritual blade.
There were more than ten wounds, some of which were so deep that even the bones were exposed.
It can be said that Wu Guang and Zhong Wu's head-to-head skills fight resulted in a lose-lose situation for both sides, as neither one took advantage of the other.
Wu Guang endured the excruciating pain in his body and stared at Zhong Wu opposite him with squinted eyes. At the same time, he nodded secretly. It seemed that the rumors were not all false. Zhong Wu was indeed a spiritual and martial arts wizard, both in terms of cultivation and skills.
Outstanding.
He slowly raised the knife in his hand, pointed it at Zhong Wu, and said coldly: "Come again!"