The reason why the Song Army's arrows exploded was because of the boat-sealing technique and the addition of talisman seals.
As long as there is a writing brush, cinnabar, and yellow silk, drawing talisman and seal is the basic operation of a Taoist priest, and Feng Zhou's magic power has reached the Shudu state, and the spiritual power of talisman and seal can be exerted by up to 100,000 people.
As for the spear that was shot at Tang Kuo's Wuye, it was naturally Feng Zhou who used a large bed crossbow to shoot it himself.
Because the ordinary bed crossbow cannot bear the powerful force, only the bed crossbow with the spiritual power added by Feng Zhou can carry Tang Kuo Wuye across the Yangtze River several miles away with one shot, intimidating the Jin camp.
Chai Ping suddenly flew up and reached out to grab it in mid-air. The spear suddenly moved and flew out from Tang Kuo Wuye's body and fell into Chai Ping's hand.
Chai Ping, holding a gun in his hand, shouted loudly and threw the gun in his hand violently.
"Zi la!"
The sound of the spear piercing the sky seemed to explode the air, and then it flew directly through the sky several miles away and flew towards the Song Army's camp.
Seeing that lightning bolt piercing the air, penetrating the Yangtze River, and speeding away, the entire Jin Army formation was shocked.
"What a magical trick!"
"How powerful!"
"The other party has demons, and we also have gods!"
Countless soldiers murmured, and their slightly shocked and flustered moods immediately stabilized.
Tu Dan Changhe originally had a solemn expression, but when he saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "Mr. Chai's marksmanship is magical, and his magic power has surpassed the Shenhai realm. It is really amazing."
Chai Pingren stood proudly in mid-air. Hearing Tu Dan Changhe's words, he laughed: "It's nothing but a small trick. Only by taking off the head of Feng Zhou's man can I show my skill."
At this moment, on the other side of the Yangtze River.
Seeing the soldiers of the Jin army who were bombed all over the ground and howling in agony, the morale of the Song army was greatly boosted. The men and horses in the middle immediately stepped forward, shooting arrows while holding up their spears, forming a spear formation and striking forward.
At this time, the Jin army was frustrated. A large number of warriors were injured by arrows. The other soldiers were shocked and frightened. They were beaten back and forth. They could not stand on the river bank and retreated continuously.
The Song army was full of fighting spirit, and each of them moved forward bravely regardless of their own safety, killing hundreds of Jin troops in one fell swoop. The soldiers of the Song army who were plundering the formation from behind were all happy and encouraged, cheering loudly.
The common people of the Song Dynasty who were helping the battle in the distance also shouted in unison, and countless people had voluntarily sent food and water to cheer for the soldiers.
Yu Yunwen also looked excited and said to Feng Zhou: "Thanks to Master Feng's spell, I think Wan Yanliang will definitely find it difficult in this battle..."
"Uu..."
A rumbling sound pierced the air, covering up Yu Yunwen's words. Everyone was shocked. They hurriedly looked up, only to see a spear piercing the Yangtze River and flying straight towards the coach's platform.
"what is that?"
"Why fly so far?"
"What a fierce speed!"
Countless people took one look at it and their expressions suddenly changed.
But Feng Zhou frowned because he noticed that the target of the spear was none other than coach Yu Yunwen.
The Jin army on the opposite side was not discouraged and could still fight back. It seemed that the opponent had a master of magic!
Feng Zhou thought of this, grabbed a shield, and threw it into the air.
"boom!"
The shield collided with the spear in mid-air and exploded suddenly. Countless pieces fell, and it exploded into pieces for a while.
Fortunately, the height of the explosion was high enough and did not harm the Song soldiers below.
"The Jin people opposite have experts in martial arts, which is very good!" Feng Zhou laughed loudly, "If it doesn't go as I expected, they will soon come with another group of warships!"
Yu Yunwen nodded and said: "If the Jin people come in batches, I will swallow them up. If the Jin people come in full force, I will retreat. The real protector of the country can use all his strength to deal with the charlatan sorcerer of the gold master Wan Yanliang."
Feng Zhou said: "Father Bin spoke with great courage. This time, no matter whether the enemy comes with the whole army or in batches, the main force of the Jin army must be left behind, and Wan Yanliang will be captured and killed if necessary!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew forward, holding a golden snake sword in his hand, and fiercely attacked the Jin Army's vanguard in the shallows.
His martial arts and magic power have reached the deepest level. With one strike of his sword, he is invincible and no one can resist him.
Seeing him killing the Jin army like chopping melons and vegetables, the soldiers of the Song army suddenly became high-spirited and followed him one after another, charging bravely.
In the midst of this fighting, the second batch of Jin army's warships had already rushed back, and tens of thousands of Jin soldiers were ready to attack bravely.
Feng Zhou was charging ahead, and he had already felt something in his heart. He suddenly withdrew the golden snake sword and stared into the clouds and mist.
"Now that you're here, show up!"
Feng Zhou stood tall and said in a deep voice.
"What was he calling for?"
A Jin soldier didn't know why, so he chopped him off with a knife.
Unexpectedly, a golden light flashed and took his head directly.
In the clouds and mist, a Buddha's call suddenly came:
"Praise to the Infinite Light King Longevity Buddha, Mount Wutai Chaiping, I have met the Taoist Master."
"Black Witch cultist Shan Changhe is very lucky to meet Gao Xian today."
…
There were two long sounds, but five figures walked out.
These five figures, some old and some young, some witches and some vulgar, with strange shapes, flew out of the boat, stepped on the void, and used the void to control the wind, like gods. The aura on their bodies was like the ocean.
"Chaiping of Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai, Keqin of Tianning Temple, Jingru of Lingyan Temple, Guangwen of Zhulin Temple, and Tudan Changhe of Black Witch Cult."
Feng Zhou glanced around and spoke calmly.
"It's really remarkable that Zhenren Feng has never seen our faces, yet our identities are actually known to us."
Tu Dan Changhe opened his mouth and said.
"Pindao is good at divination. Children like you can't escape from Pindao's hand." Feng Zhou said calmly.
"Arrogant!" Chai Ping spoke slowly, and then sneered: "Don't think that if you kill Fa Hai, the world will be at your mercy! We in Buddhism have many angry-eyed Vajras, and I will kill you today to let you know about my Buddhist magical powers!"
"It's just you? Practice for another thousand years." Feng Zhou sneered.
"What a shame! This time I will cut off your head and sacrifice it before the altar of Buddha." Chai Ping said.
"We, the Black Witch Cult, also need your head to show off." Tudan Changhedao.
"Since you are so stubborn, I will let you know the majesty of Quanzhen!"
Feng Zhou waved his hand and patted the purple gourd.
A bronze dagger shot out from the purple gourd, streaking across the sky like lightning.
The war began.
Feng Zhou pinches the magic formula.
The bronze dagger sword was like a rainbow. His whole body was shaken. Inspired by the magic power, the sword showed ancient thunder patterns, which connected with the power of thunder and lightning between heaven and earth. In an instant, among the dark clouds, bright electric lights struck out of the air.
, fell on the bronze sword. The bronze sword was like a sponge, swallowing up all the thunder and lightning, and then suddenly swelled and turned into a size of about ten feet.
"go."
Feng Zhou was urged to move.
The bronze sword was filled with electric light and pressed towards the five people in the air. It was now larger than a bull, and it carried the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. It was like a giant sword sacrificed by an ancient god. It was indestructible and could cut down the world with its sword.
"This is a Taoist thunder method, you can't do it forcefully!"
Chai Ping's expression changed.
The bronze sword carries huge power of thunder and lightning, and it is extremely strong and extremely yang. Chai Ping and others practice Buddhism, which is also extremely strong and yang. However, each method has its own mystery, and the skill has different levels. If you dare to use your body to carry it,
If it does, it will explode into pieces in an instant.
"Whoosh."
The four Buddhist disciples of Chai Ping offered spiritual energy, and countless lotus flowers rose from behind him, producing numerous Sanskrit sounds that covered the sky and the sun.