Start the ten consecutive summons and then explode the heavens Chapter 60 Annihilating 400,000 Xiongnu cavalry, Zhang Jiao meets the pinnacle of martial arts
Chapter 60 Annihilating 400,000 Xiongnu cavalry, Zhang Jiao meets the pinnacle of martial arts
Chapter 60: Annihilating 400,000 Huns cavalry, Zhang Jiao faces the peak of martial arts (recommended votes will be added)
At a certain moment, Shamuhan was furious, his eyes were scarlet and about to burst, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Zhang Jiao, you die!"
clang!
The dagger hidden in his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, and Shamuhan's power of the first level of the Death Mysterious Realm was completely attached to the dagger.
It was too late, but it was too soon. In just a short moment, the dagger was only a punch away from Zhang Jue's chest.
However, the distance between this punch was like a natural chasm. No matter how hard Shamuhan tried, he could not thrust the dagger forward even half an inch.
Suddenly, yellow light suddenly appeared around Zhang Jiao, bringing up a terrifying strong wind. With a bang, Shamuhan was hit hard to the ground by this strong wind.
Looking down at Shamuhan who fell to the ground in a state of panic, Zhang Jiao said coldly: "Things that don't overestimate their own capabilities."
Long before this expedition, Zhang Jiao had already broken into the Longevity Realm with the help of the power of the Yellow Turban Faith. Due to the continuous flow of the power of faith integrated into the body and enhanced strength, Zhang Jiao today is not far from the second level of the Longevity Realm.
Already.
puff!
Struggling to stand up slowly and pointing his finger at the corner, Shamuhan seemed to want to say something.
But before he could say anything, he suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood. He didn't know whether it was because of anger or injury.
Zhang Jiao's eyes were full of murderous intent, he stared at Shamuhan and shouted: "Shut up and lie down, otherwise, I will send you to hell now."
hiss!
Taking a deep breath, Shamuhan couldn't bear Zhang Jiao's oppressive murderous intent, and he vomited blood again and again.
"snort."
With a heavy snort, if Shamuhan hadn't been an aide to Prince Modo and must have known a lot of inside information about the Xiongnu South Court, Zhang Jiao would not have spared his life.
At the same time, the battle below has also entered a fierce stage.
Just as you can see, in the center of the Sanhe Plain, two hundred yellow turban warriors are like mountains. They step on them, causing the earth to crack.
The Huns' war horses kept neighing, and all of them were like frightened birds, not daring to approach the Yellow Turban Warriors at all.
Unable to control the frightened war horses, large areas of Huns' cavalry were overturned by the horses and fell to the ground.
After the ferocious yellow scarf warriors approached, they delivered two heavy punches. With the golden rings on their wrists, each of them had amazing strength.
A punch would reveal a deep pit. Whenever a Xiongnu cavalry was hit by the hammer, both the man and the horse would be smashed into pieces and fall into the deep pit.
From time to time, he activates his talent, and his momentum can shake mountains, and he can kill a group of Huns' cavalry with one punch.
Wherever these two hundred yellow turban warriors passed, they could not find a decent piece of flesh and blood. The resulting bloody scene became a nightmare for the Huns' cavalry.
The 300,000 Yellow Turban Army, also under the command of Zhang Niujiao, followed the situation opened by the two hundred Yellow Turban warriors, setting up shields in front and poking spears in the rear, advancing step by step, steadily.
Every time they advanced one foot, the Huns' cavalry would leave behind thousands of corpses.
At the rear left of the battlefield, Zhang Bao led the cavalry, followed by a hundred Yellow Turban warriors, like bulldozers, quickly clearing the way of the Huns' cavalry, clearing the way for the following 100,000 Yellow Turban troops.
Zhang Bao's eyes were cold and stern, he formed seals with his hands, and said in a deep voice: "The earth is ruthless, the earth is thorny!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At the same time, a hundred feet away in front of Zhang Bao, dense and sharp pillars suddenly shot out from the depths of the ground.
The Xiongnu cavalry could not dodge. Within a hundred feet, wailing sounds could be heard everywhere. Countless Xiongnu cavalry were pierced by sharp pillars from bottom to top and died.
When the thorns on the ground dispersed, there was no one left alive for a hundred feet in front of Zhang Bao, and all the approaching Huns' cavalry were frightened.
On the battlefield at the right rear, Zhang Liang's spear was like a blazing fire, rolling across the battlefield. In a short period of time, thousands of Huns' cavalry were killed by his formation.
"Human power is like water or fire, and the gun collapses!"
With a loud shout, Zhang Liang used his invincible human strength, gathered the power of water and fire, and transformed into two ferocious pythons thousands of feet high, roaring and running wild among the rebellious army.
After a few breaths, thousands of Xiongnu cavalry were killed on the spot, and the blood mist immediately dispersed throughout the Sanhe Plain, stimulating the nerves of every Xiongnu cavalry and causing varying degrees of fear in their hearts.
Zhang Liang's fierceness and brutality also aroused the ferocity of the one hundred yellow scarf warriors behind him.
One by one, they rushed forward with unparalleled strength, using themselves as weapons, roaring and crushing all enemies in front of them.
The hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops along the way were also influenced by them and became extremely bloodthirsty. The Huns' cavalry who died in their hands were all hacked to death with knives, and their deaths were extremely miserable.
On the battlefield directly behind, Zhang Yan led a hundred thousand Yellow Turban troops to block the retreat of the Huns' cavalry.
Although he does not have the great ability of Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang to single-handedly influence the situation of the battle, he does have a group of murderous brothers who work with him to carve out a bloody path that is heartbreaking.
Except for Zhang Niujiao, who was commanding the 300,000 Yellow Turban troops in the center, all the thirty-four qu commanders of the Yellow Turbans were with Zhang Yan.
With Zhang Yan and Zhang Baiqi as swordsmen in Shengxuan Realm, the rest were at least in Yukong Realm. They were like deadly messengers stepping out from the Netherworld, mercilessly harvesting the Huns' cavalry one after another.
's life.
Occasionally, some Xiongnu generals who were in the Shengxuan Realm tried to break through the siege, but they were instantly killed by them.
The one hundred yellow turban warriors following them were almost useless. Those fish that slipped through the net and were not slaughtered by Zhang Yan and other commanders were simply not enough for them to kill.
Along the way, the 100,000 Yellow Turban troops could only follow behind to pick up scraps and send the lost Huns cavalry on their way.
Time passes bit by bit, and I don’t know how long it has passed.
Patrolling the entire Sanhe Plain, Zhang Jiao could only see some scattered corners where some Xiongnu cavalry were desperately resisting.
The 400,000 Xiongnu cavalry were almost completely wiped out.
He nodded with satisfaction. In this battle, Zhang Jiao did not need to take action personally during the entire battle.
There was only one Xiongnu commander in the Death Mysterious Realm. Before he could show off his power, he killed Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang with one blow, who had already advanced to the Death Mysterious Realm.
In a desolate corner.
Shamuhan struggled to get up. His face was full of sadness. He roared angrily at Zhang Jiao: "Devil, you devil, you don't even want to leave anyone alive!"
That's right.
From beginning to end, Zhang Jiao never gave the Huns cavalry a chance to surrender.
Non-my family, its heart must be different!
Zhang Jiao doesn’t need Hun soldiers!
"Noisy."
With a shout and a tap of his finger, Shamuhan had a deep red fingerprint on the back of his head.
Shamuhan fell to the ground and fainted.
Tread! Tread! Tread!
At this time, in the distance in the void, an old man was filled with anger.
His eyes widened, blood-colored evil energy rushed towards his face, and the terrifying energy locked tightly on Zhang Jiao.
"Is it finally here? The pinnacle of martial arts, the realm of divine transformation!"
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