Shen Ping was still muttering in his heart when the Wind Chasing Sword was already approaching him. The sword in his hand had been spiritualized at some point, and it was pointed at Shen Ping's lower abdomen and stabbed suddenly.
Oops! Shen Ping screamed in his heart, the opponent's speed was unbelievable and beyond imagination.
He hurriedly waved his sword to block, trying to fend off the direct thrust of the Wind Chasing Sword, but at this moment, the spirit sword in the hand of the Wind Chasing Sword radiated with light, and the spirit martial skill Soul Chasing Sting was released.
At this time, Shen Ping had already retracted his sword. He had no time to release his spiritual skills to resist the opponent's soul-chasing stab. In just a moment, Shen Ping was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Without time to think about it, he leaned back and jumped directly from his horse. Roll down.
thump!
Shen Ping fell heavily to the ground and was disgraced, but luckily he was not injured by the opponent's soul-chasing stab. However, his war horse was not so lucky. He was hit by the soul-chasing stab, and the side of the horse was hit by One after another, the spirits pierced through the holes, killing him on the spot.
Seeing that the person's spiritual martial arts was so powerful that he was not on the same level as him at all, Shen Ping did not dare to stand any longer, so he turned around and ran back. But he ignored one person, the warrior who had been chopped into the ground by him. Invincible.
He had barely taken two steps when Zhan Wudi, who was deep in the ground, suddenly sat up and the purple electric light knife in his hand swept out and hit Shen Ping's ankle.
Shen Ping never dreamed that Zhan Wudi, who had been beaten so badly by him, would still have the strength to attack. Now he could no longer dodge. He only heard a click, and Shen Ping's feet were cut off by the Purple Lightning Dark Light Saber. The spiritual armor on his ankles could not block the fierce slash of the sword. With a crisp sound, Shen Ping's feet were broken. His legs, which were as smooth as mirrors, ran forward for a few steps before losing his balance, causing him to fall to the ground. Ping screamed in pain, rolled all over the battlefield, and blood spilled all over the ground.
Zhan Wudi stood up from the pit with a gasp, and walked to Shen Ping with his knife. Without saying a word, he raised the big knife and slashed with all his strength. Click! Shen Ping's cry stopped suddenly, and his whole body was cut alive from the center. Split it open and the body is divided into two pieces.
Shen Ping was killed by Zhan Wudi in the blink of an eye. Yingbu and others who were watching the battle did not even have time to save him.
Seeing Shen Ping's tragic death at the hands of the enemy general, Yingbu felt filled with grief and anger, and his fists clenched. However, Yingbu was not an impulsive person. From what happened on the battlefield just now, he had already seen the power of Zhui Feng Sword. Lingwu is too powerful, at least far above him.
He had never heard of such a number one person in the Ning Army. Yingbu pointed at the Wind Chasing Sword, gritted his teeth and asked the generals around him: "Who is this person?"
"Oh..." All the generals looked confused and couldn't answer. Some people used the insight technique to check the cultivation level of the Wind Chasing Sword, but they couldn't find it out at all, indicating that the opponent's cultivation level was far behind their own. above.
At this time, a regiment leader named Shang Qing suddenly remembered something, took a breath, and said urgently: "I heard that Zhong Tianyou invited a master from Shenchi to be his personal bodyguard. General, could this person be A master of Shenchi?"
"Ah!" Yingbu nodded after hearing this, secretly saying that it makes sense. If this person is Zhong Tian or a general of the Ning Army, with his spiritual martial arts cultivation, he must have been famous for a long time, and he will definitely have heard about it. Yingbu wrinkled He frowned and pondered without saying a word for a long time.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the generals around him became anxious. They had a very deep personal relationship with Shen Ping, and they were like brothers. Now that Shen Ping died tragically, how could they bear it. The generals stepped in to salute and said: "General, let the last general go to battle!"
"General, I'm going!"
"..."
Everyone took the initiative to ask for help. Instead of getting hot-headed, Yingbu calmed down. He slowly shook his head and said quietly: "Zhan Wudi alone is powerful enough. If we add this person, even if we join forces, we may not be able to win." ."
"General, General Shen Ping died tragically at the hands of thieves. We have to avenge this!"
"Yes! General! Give the order to go to war!"
When Yingbu was thinking about how to appease his brothers, Zhan Wudi began to curse in front of the two armies. "Yingbu, don't send your men out to die anymore. If you have the guts, come out and fight with them yourself." If I fight, why, you shy little turtle don’t even have the courage?"
Being insulted like this in public would be unbearable for anyone with a bit of blood. Yingbu's lungs were about to explode with anger, but he also knew in his heart that if he really went to fight, he would just fall into the invincible provocation method.
He could endure it, but the generals below couldn't. With a violent roar, a general without even saying hello to Ying Bu, urged his horse off the battlefield and charged straight towards Zhan Wudi.
Zhan Wudi did not know Yingbu. When he saw another person coming from the opponent's camp, he did not confirm the identity of the visitor. When the opponent was approaching, he asked: "Is this general Yingbu?"
"Why do I need my general to kill you personally?!" The general yelled angrily. When Zhan Wudi approached, he raised his gun and stabbed you.
Zhan Wudi did not confront the opponent head-on this time, but chose to retreat quickly. Thinking that he was no match for him, the general became even more energetic. While urging his horse to catch up, he fired several shots in a row. Zhan Wudi was flexible in his movement and dodged to the left. Flash to the right and quickly retreat to the Wind Chasing Sword.
At this time, General Lai also saw Zhan Wudi's intention. He wanted to join forces with the master of Shenchi to fight against him. He was not afraid, roared, picked up the spirit spear, and used the cross-cutting skill, and even Zhan Wudi led Zhui Feng. Swords, attack together.
Zhan Wudi didn't want to and didn't have the strength to compete with his opponent in spiritual martial arts. He wisely retreated behind the Wind Chasing Sword and pushed the Wind Chasing Sword forward.
Seeing that the opponent's cross cut had hit him in front of him, Chai Feng Sword casually waved the spiritual sword in his hand outwards, releasing the chaotic wind.
Cross Slash and Spiritual Chaos are both large-scale attack skills, but the attack range of the former is much smaller than that of the latter, and its spiritual blade is stronger and more concentrated. However, Lai Jiang's spiritual martial arts cultivation is inferior to that of Chasing Wind Sword. It was too far, and his criss-cross slash was instantly destroyed by the wind-chasing sword's spiritual chaos, while the numerous spiritual blades continued to attack the incoming general unabated.
Lai Jiang's face changed drastically. At this time, he was no longer able to release the second spirit martial skill in succession to resist, and he wanted to dodge the spirit chaos? Feng's attack range was even more unrealistic, which frightened and stunned him. In an instant, the sky full of spiritual blades were flying close.
Spiritual Chaos Wind, as the name suggests, the attack is like a gust of wind. When the gust of wind passes, the spirit armor and the armor inside have been smashed to pieces, and the skin and flesh have been cut off by the spirit blade. How many pieces were there, only a bright red skeleton of the man and the horse was left, as if it had been delayed by a random blade.
Wow - this time, the whole place was in an uproar. Whether it was Baguan or Ning Jun, they were all shocked by the spiritual power of Zhui Fengjian. Even Zhan Wudi on the side was startled. He was confident that even if When he was at his peak, the spiritual chaos that he unleashed would not be so powerful.
Yingbu saw another brother die in front of the battle, without even catching a single move. He was filled with sorrow, hatred and anger, and his liver and gallbladder burst. He turned to the generals on the left and right and shouted loudly: "Without my general order, who will
Anyone who dares to fight privately again will be killed without mercy, regardless of victory or defeat!"
Now there is no need for him to issue military orders. None of the generals below dare to go into battle easily. The opponent is so powerful, and his spiritual martial arts skills and cultivation are almost god-like. What Yingbu just said is right, even if his own side
If people go into battle together, they may not be their opponents.
The Wind Chasing Sword killed an enemy general with one move, and the confidence of Zhan Wudi was born again. He quickly passed the Wind Chasing Sword and shouted towards the Baguan Army camp: "Who is not afraid of death? Just come up.
! Yingbu, you shameless rat, why do you just ask your men to come out and die? Come on, come on, do you dare to come out and fight in person? "
Ying Bu was not immune to Zhan Wudi's provocation and sat on his horse without moving.
Zhan Wudi shouted several times in succession, but when he saw that the enemy made no move, he was tired of shouting. He turned around and said to Zhui Fengjian: "It seems that the enemy has been frightened by you. Now is a good opportunity to charge..."
Before he could finish his words, Chai Feng Sword took a big step away and walked straight towards the Baguan Army's battle formation.
Zhan Wudi was arrogant enough, but Zhui Fengjian was even more arrogant than him, and his indifferent attitude made Zhan Wudi unbearable.
Speaking of Yingbu, when he saw the extremely powerful Shenchi master coming towards him, his heart immediately rose to his throat, and he hurriedly turned his head and shouted: "Archers, prepare the arrow formation!"
Yingbu's men are not the Tianyuan Army. In the Tianyuan Army, there are no distinctions between archers, halberdmen, swordsmen, or even cavalry and infantry. The soldiers have all undergone strict and comprehensive training to pick up bows and arrows.
They are archers. If you pick up a long weapon, you are a halberdier. If you have a horse, you are a cavalry. If you don't have a horse, you are an infantry. However, the Baguan Army still maintains the original style of the Feng Army. Archers are archers, and they only appear at long distances.
In a shooting battle, as for close combat, archers must withdraw from the main battlefield as soon as possible.
Following Yingbu's order, the archers all took their positions, twisting their bows and setting arrows, and aimed at the chasing wind sword that was coming from behind.
When the Wind Chasing Sword had entered his own firing range, Yingbu still did not give the order to fire the arrow. People were confused and turned to look at him.
Yingbu had his own idea. Since he couldn't compete with the opponent in spiritual martial arts, he would use an arrow array to shoot him alive. If the opponent fired arrows as soon as he entered the shooting range, he was worried that the opponent would escape, so he wanted to wait for the opponent.
Go deeper and shoot the arrow, not giving him a chance to escape.
When the Chasing Wind Sword was only fifty meters away from the battle formation, Yingbu swung his arm forward and shouted loudly: "Fire the arrow!"
He gave an order, and the five hundred archers in Baguan's army fired their eagle feathers in unison, and all the dense arrows were focused on the Wind Chaser Sword.
Such a powerful shot at such a close range is really difficult for ordinary spiritual cultivators to resist, but how can the Wind Chasing Sword be an ordinary spiritual cultivator?