Under the scorching sun, 30,000 troops marched on the dirt road, stirring up dust all over the sky. A blood-red giant tiger and a white giant leopard in the team were particularly eye-catching. They were the mounts of King Ling and General Sima respectively. They were guarded by many soldiers.
It's like stars overhead over the moon.
This campaign attracted the attention of Qiu Yu and Sima Yanran, so they wore armor. The former wore a dragon helmet and Linyun armor, and his tall and straight posture was really majestic. The latter wore a silver helmet and silver armor, matched with those eyebrows.
The picturesque face seems to have the aura of a woman and a man.
The tiger and the leopard were walking side by side. Sima Yanran looked sideways at the boy next to her and whispered: "I drank too much last night. Did I lose my temper?"
He mentioned last night again, which made Qiu Yu's heart beat up. Sister, you really don't know what to do. Don't you know how hard it was for me at that time? I almost gave you up. But I couldn't say it out loud. He shook his head and said:
"No, it's quite normal..."
Sima Yanran deliberately teased the other party: "Then why didn't you hold me to sleep?"
What's going on, you still want to tease me, Qiu Yu rolled his eyes, "I'm afraid I can't help but cause trouble to you."
Sima Yanran chuckled, "Then it will be a disaster, I can't ask for it..."
Qiu Yu was speechless, but for the boring march, having such a beautiful woman by your side, who often plays with you, is really a lot more fun, and he is no longer depressed...
It was late at night, and 30,000 troops were camping in the wild. There were many tents in this wilderness, like giant mushrooms that suddenly grew. Everyone was recharging their energy and preparing to capture the enemy city tomorrow.
Qiu Yu was alone in the tent. He had taken off his armor and was wearing a gray robe. The medicinal effect of the God King Water had already worn off. He had returned to normal. He was now practicing the second level of the God King Art, Yunding Huizong. He was seen sitting cross-legged.
But the sitting figure is suspended, about three feet high from the ground, with his hands clasped together, showing a state of yin and yang fusion, and a trace of green aura lingering around the top of his head...
A long time passed unknowingly, Qiu Yu was completely immersed in it, and Xiao Jiu's warning voice suddenly came from the sea of consciousness, "Boy, a mysterious master is here, and he is acting sneaky. You have to be careful..." His eyes widened.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils turned green, shining in the darkness, like the eyes of a monster, and his hands turned golden, as if they were made of pure gold. His nerves were tense, and his whole person was in a state of preparation.
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In the electric light and flint, a soft sound of "Chi Chi" came out, and more than ten extremely thin sharp blades penetrated the cowhide tent, flashing silver light and rushed towards Qiu Yu, making him pale in fright, and he hurriedly waved his palms to resist,
Golden light immediately filled the air, forming a thick shield to block the front of him.
"Bang bang bang..."
Even though Qiu Yu had used the Golden Jade Heavenly Demon Skill to form a very strong defense in order to achieve the third level of virtualization, this golden shield could withstand a huge force, but it could not completely block the more than ten thin swords that flew over. The golden shield actually appeared vertically and horizontally.
The staggered cracks were then exploded.
The strong force forced Qiu Yu's body to retreat uncontrollably, and several of the thin swords still flew towards him like they were chasing after the soul. He was frightened, and he quickly waved his palms to block, only to hear a clanging sound, like metal.
Sparks flew like an impact, and several of the sharp blades were knocked away. However, a thin sword still penetrated his left shoulder and was blocked by the bone, preventing it from completely penetrating. He groaned in pain.
The blood dyed the robe red, Qiu Yu's body continued to retreat involuntarily, crashing the tent, and then fell outside. The severe pain in his shoulder made him frown, and his body shook suddenly, causing the two-foot
The half-length thin sword left the body and flew out.
The noise coming from here attracted the attention of many members. Some people shouted anxiously, "Oh no, there is an assassin..."
"Hurry up and protect His Highness Prince Ling..."
Everyone swarmed in, Qiu Yu felt murderous intent, and subconsciously looked at it, only to see a person appearing at the top of the tent, a thin old man, who looked over with sharp eyes, which surprised him, and said angrily: "Is it you?
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This old man is none other than Wen Huaili, the master of the young prince Zhao Zhuo, known as Qianjue Sword. He holds more than ten thin swords in his hands, which are spread out like fans. They shine with cold light in the night, which looks extremely strange.
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The old guy was ordered to assassinate Qiu Yu. He came to the camp quietly like a ghost and approached the tent where Qiu Yu was. He was not discovered by anyone and directly launched a blow, injuring the target. He felt proud and felt that he had guessed.
That's right, when he was in Zhongzhou before, this boy must have taken extremely miraculous medicine, which could increase his power in a short period of time, so he avoided its edge and did not take action at that time. He chose to take the young prince away. At this moment, Qiu Yu's strength was far away.
It's not as good as before, so if it can be effective with one blow, it won't be difficult to kill the opponent. Isn't it wonderful?
The fierce light in his eyes fell on this boy, and Wen Huaili said gloomily: "Yes, it is me. You dare to ruin the good things of the young prince. You deserve to die. Your death has come..."
At this moment, Sima Yanran and others rushed over quickly, and the charming woman who was running at the front said sternly: "Bold, who dares to assassinate King Ling..." Then she waved the golden hook, and the sharp light formed a giant arc shape and ran toward
Old guy, I want to cut him in half.
However, Wen Huaili didn't take it seriously at all. He just waved his left hand and easily blocked the woman's attack. His right hand suddenly reached out, and more than ten thin swords rotated rapidly, creating many silver haloes, while running towards Qiu Yu.
It transformed into many metal flowers, with edges as sharp as knives, and swept in with a huge force, possessing a chilling lethality.
In terms of cultivation, Qiu Yu is definitely not as good as the old guy. He is injured at the moment. The severe pain makes it impossible to move his left arm, and his skill is greatly reduced. It will be very difficult to block the opponent's fatal blow, but there is no other way.
, could only resist with all his strength, the special-shaped scale sword was revealed in his right hand, and he swung it out quickly, golden light forming clouds floating in front of him.
"Everything..."
Several flowers flying at the top exploded the golden clouds, and the broken edges spread. The huge force forced Qiu Yu to retreat again, while the other flowers scattered quickly, and the dense petals were like countless sharp knives striking at him.
Shoot, it would be too terrifying to turn this kid into a sieve.
"Ah..." Qiu Yu said in horror, feeling that it was really difficult to resist completely, and he might be in trouble!
At the critical moment, more than a dozen purple lightning bolts passed through the air, hitting the silver flowers and making a loud noise. Then, a figure came over diagonally, blocking Qiu Yu like a ghost, and shouted sharply at Wen Huaili.
Said: "Old immortal, you are so brave. You don't care who is covering this kid, and you dare to carry out assassination..."
Even though Qiu Yu could only see the back of the mysterious person, and saw that she was wearing the clothes of one of her own soldiers, but she had a slim figure, so the clothes looked empty. Hearing the familiar voice, and seeing the purple rapier in the woman's hand, he was shocked
I was pleasantly surprised. Knowing that I was saved, my shoulder injury no longer hurt much.
Sima Yanran had doubts in her eyes as she looked at the woman disguised as a soldier. She didn't know who she was. She had such domineering skills and was able to block the old guy's attack. She also spoke loudly and called Prince Ling a brat.
Who is it?
Qingfeng Taoist and other strong men also came around, as well as the strong men from the Immortal Sword Sect, forming a circle around Wen Huaili. They all looked at him with eager eyes, wishing to eat the old guy alive in order to relieve their hatred.