Three generals camp.
The soldiers formed a battle formation, arranged in an orderly manner, like a thick python, slowly walking through the mountains.
Liu Er was riding a yellow gelding horse and was stroking the black and yellow sword in his hand.
This sword is thick and has no edge. The blade is earthy yellow with black textures distributed on the surface, like the roots of the earth.
The hilt of the sword is black, with circles of earthy yellow rings spaced at intervals, which contain the meaning of precipitation and protection in the path of earth.
Ning Zhuo presented Liu Er with the xuan yellow mother stone, and the national craftsman Jin made it using the weapon drawings provided by Liu Er.
This is not a magic weapon, but a weapon.
Magic weapons focus more on the use of spells, while weapons contain the art of war. The art of war mostly acts on people and objects, exerting positive and negative effects on them (them).
Spells and tactics are difficult to be compatible with, so basically you can only choose one of them as the content of creation.
As far as practical application is concerned, the monks will not force spells and tactics to be combined into one magic weapon. It is too difficult and costly. With such resources, it is better to build magic weapons and weapons separately!
Liu Er held the hilt of the sword and felt the thickness and power of the Xuanhuang Sword. In a daze, he seemed to be able to feel the pulse of the earth.
"It is indeed a weapon made by Jinli himself.
Liu Er couldn't put it down, knowing that he would rely more on this sword to make great achievements and fight on the battlefield.
In the shadow of him and his mount on the ground, a pair of eyes quietly opened.
It's Wu Hen!
Wu Hen's eyes were filled with black bloodshot eyes, looking strange and gloomy.
Wu Hen observed Liu Er and was quite speechless.
Obviously, the Xuanhuang Sword, with its heavy blade and no edge, is a protective treasure. Liu Er held the hilt of the sword with one hand and groped for the blade with the other. How could Wu Hen make a surprise attack?
I can't find any opportunities at all.
If Wu Hen acted alone, he might still choose to continue observing and wait for Liu Er to put the sword into the scabbard and reveal the flaw.
But now, Chen Lingfeng and many other golden elixir monks are waiting for him to take action.
Wu Hen decisively gave up Liu Er and jumped between the figures. Sometimes he waited for the moment when the monk's figure came into contact with the surrounding woods and rocks to transfer.
Ordinary stealth techniques cannot be as good as his.
This is because the officers and soldiers of the Third General Battalion are in a state of formation when marching. The military strength is flowing and the army is being organized, which has the power of national defense.
There are very few stealth skills that can flow between them. Most of the skilled monks who serve as scouts can only venture close to a certain distance and be careful to look far away.
Wu Hen searched all the way and found a strong man in the middle of the team.
This strong man is eight feet long, with a thick short neck, a black beard like a steel needle on his face, and a breath of golden elixir. He is Zhang Hei.
Zhang Hei was riding on a black steed and holding a whip. He did not sneak along with the army, but stood on the side of the road to observe the appearance of the army.
Whenever he saw an individual monk moving slowly, being distracted, or being lazy, he would whip him and curse loudly at the same time.
"Move quickly!"
"Are you still slacking off during the formation?"
"Hey! How dare you stare at me?!"
Zhang Hei's temper was quite fiery when dealing with disobedient soldiers. The whip made the soldiers scream, but it did make the soldiers alert, and their movements became more smooth and standard, maintaining the stability of the long snake formation.
Wu Hen watched from a distance but did not get closer.
Seeing Zhang Hei whipping the soldiers repeatedly, he was speechless.
Zhang Hei was furious, his breath was raging, and his sword was at war. At first glance, he was not in a good state for a sneak attack.
At this moment, Zhang Hei's whip suddenly stopped, and he only pointed with the whip, cursed in his mouth, and restrained himself a lot.
When Wu Hen was confused, he saw a carriage coming along the team.
When the carriage drove in front of Zhang Hei, the small window on the carriage opened, revealing a young monk with a fair face and bright eyes. The young man said to Zhang Hei in a helpless tone: "General Zhang, I heard you from so far away.
With the sound of beatings and scoldings, are you whipping the soldiers again?"
Zhang Hei quickly denied: "Where, where. Ever since the military advisor complained to the eldest brother, I almost don't do such things."
The young man shook his head: "From what General Zhang said, it seems that you still blame me for filing a complaint?"
Zhang Hei denied again: "How is that possible!? The military advisor naturally cares about our army, and I, Lao Hei, have always been thinking about the military advisor. Look at my black snake spear. How can I build it without the treasure materials given by the military advisor?"
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"Well, General Zhang, please take care of yourself." Ning Zhuo let go of the curtains and returned to being alone again.
A magic circle was arranged in his carriage, and the space was the size of a room, which was not as small as seen from the outside world.
In the entire three-general camp, he is currently the only person who has such special treatment. Even the three generals Liu Guan and Zhang who are at the Jindan level are riding foundation-level war horses.
Wu Hen's heart moved: "Is he Ning Zhuo?"
After a little comparison with the information in his mind, Wu Hen confirmed his guess.
As soon as he thought about it, he immediately followed the huge shadow of the carriage, quietly climbed into it, and got into the carriage without anyone noticing.
Wu Hen:!!?
As soon as he entered the carriage, he was shocked.
I saw Ning Zhuo sitting, leaning on the wall of the car, looking down at the official books.
To his left, stood a mechanical ape, wearing heavy armor and exuding strong blood energy.
Sitting on the seat on his right was a machine doll with the form of an adult woman and a golden elixir aura.
Whether it was a mechanical ape or a female doll, they all made Wu Hen feel uncomfortable to deal with.
What concerned him the most was the palm of the female machine doll, which held a long machine sickle.
Wu Hen sensed the Tao and principles he was particularly familiar with from this mechanical sickle.
That's the truth about "weirdness".
"Ye Yu Demon Soldier?!"
"And he is an extraordinary Night Rain Demon Soldier!"
Wu Hen's heart was beating wildly and it was difficult to calm down.
He relied on his cultivation skills and special spells to sneak into the camp of the three generals and sneak into Canglin Fairy City to gather information.
This is because the techniques and spells related to monsters are difficult to understand and even more difficult to practice.
Therefore, the vast majority of monks lack understanding of it and have difficulty understanding it, so naturally it is difficult to guard against such methods.
Compared with achieving success in your own practice, a more practical and feasible way is to collect relevant magic weapons, study them and use them.
Therefore, since the Yeyu Dynasty, there have been many monks who can widely collect the Yeyu Demon Soldiers.
Wu Hen held his breath and carefully left the carriage.
That female mechanism doll exuded the aura of golden elixir, and was holding an extraordinary Night Rain Demon Soldier. Wu Hen had no confidence at all to sneak attack Ning Zhuo.
Even if the sneak attack is successful, the magic he relies on will no longer have the same advantage as before in front of the sickle.
Once he was restrained and the entire army surrounded him, could Wu Hen escape from here alive?
He sneaked in to create military exploits, not to commit suicide!
Therefore, Ning Zhuo is not a suitable target.
Wu Hen left the carriage in a slightly embarrassed manner and walked down the line until he reached the end of the line, where he met Guan Hong.
Guan Hong was sitting on a red-maned horse. He didn't have the blood dragon sword, nor did he scold the soldiers. Instead, he was combing his beard.
His beard is thick, eight feet long, black and shiny, and can almost be dragged to the ground when he walks.
Guan Hong spends a period of time every day dedicated to taking care of his long beard.
Seeing this, Wu Hen felt refreshed. He finally found a suitable target to attack!
He immediately dived into the shadow of the red-maned horse and pondered silently.
Magic - traceless silhouette!
At this moment, the shadow under Guan Hong suddenly expanded, and Wu Hen emerged from it.
His face was withered and pale, his long black hair was messy, and he was dressed in a black robe that was in tatters. There were shadows attached to the edges of the black robe and the ends of his hair, forming a disconnected connection between him and Guan Hong's figure.
Wu Hen's magic power spurted out from his hand and turned into a pair of scissors, aiming at Guan Hong's neck and cutting it off hard.
If this was done properly, Guan Hong's head would be cut off like a shadow.
At the critical moment of life and death, Guan Hong's heart was beating fast, and she was gripped by an extremely strong sense of crisis.
At the same time, the soldiers marching behind him saw Wu Hen and exclaimed in surprise.
Guan Hong didn't have time to turn her head, her consciousness condensed, and she noticed Wu Hen, whom she could not detect before.
He "saw" Wu Hen was about to cut his neck, so he subconsciously raised his right arm and took the initiative to meet the scissors.
Reflected on the figure on the ground, Guan Hong's raised right arm touched each other in advance with the front end of the scissors.
Guan Hong felt heartbroken!
Wu Hen felt that the scissors were digging into his flesh and blood, making it difficult to pull them back.
He could only make mistakes and close the scissors.
Even a tough guy like Guan Hong grunted in pain, and the wound on his entire right arm appeared. The huge wound almost caused his right arm to be cut off directly!
He had quite a lot of fighting experience. Without thinking, he drew out the Blood Dragon Sword with his left hand and aimed it at Wu Hen.
Wu Hen gave a weird laugh and dived directly into the horse's shadow.
The skill of the sword is one hundred feet in pursuit of life!
The bloody sword light locked onto Wu Hen and disappeared into the horse's figure.
The next moment, Guan Hong's mount, the red-maned horse, whined and suddenly self-destructed. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and sword energy flew in all directions.
Guan Hong had clearly locked onto Wu Hen, but he mistakenly hit his own mount.
He was seriously injured, and instead of counterattacking Wu Hen, his mount died!
After Wu Hen took action, he immediately followed the shadow and moved crazily.
Many spells hit the ground, but he was not injured at all.
After more than a dozen breaths, he successfully escaped from the enemy and showed off his strange style.
And because the soldiers attacked Wu Hen one after another, the team was in chaos, causing the three-general battalion's one-word snake formation to not operate well, exposing many flaws.
Seeing this movement, several Jindan monks who had been waiting outside took action together!
In an instant, several spells hit the soldiers of the Third General Camp from four directions.
The three generals' camp has always been in a formation state, and they reacted instantly.
Liu Er and Zhang Hei took action at the same time, each intercepting a spell in mid-air.
Guan Hong was injured and his shot was a little slow, only intercepting half of it. Ning Zhuo then ordered Yuan Dasheng to take action, but he only took on most of the magic power.
Chapter completed!