Chapter 26 Xuelian Mountain, General Looking North
Wenren Cang Yue in the camp had a cold face. In such a short time that ordinary practitioners could not even pronounce a syllable, he had already taken a step forward.
With a figure as calm as an iron mountain, he stood in front of the medicine jar covered by his helmet.
The thin black and red flying sword of the red-faced middle-aged man was only a few inches away from his body. In the eyes of ordinary practitioners, there was no distance at all. However, in his eyes, the sword kept shaking with countless black and red flying swords.
However, Mars's thin flying sword moved very slowly, and he still had enough time to deal with the situation in front of him.
"Zhao Honglei, Li Ku's junior brother, I have been waiting for you to come for a long time."
He spoke contemptuously, and before the first syllable could be heard officially, the air in the space in front of him suddenly shook, like a muffled thunder.
Under the sudden surge of extremely powerful soul power in his body, the charcoal brazier in front of him was completely shaken into flying debris. Not only the red charcoal, but also the copper plate holding the charcoal was instantly torn and shaken by the powerful force.
into countless gravel-like debris.
Placed next to the charcoal brazier, the scabbard was also made of silver-white meteorite iron. The strongest flying sword in Purgatory Mountain, the Seven-Yam Demon Sword, also floated in the air under the shock, and the sword body and scabbard separated in an instant.
This black-red flying sword had already had its tip cut off during the fight with Li Ku. At this moment, it looked like an ugly flat ruler. However, this ugly flying sword
, but it seems that just like Wenren Cang Yue, his whole body exudes an aura of contempt and ridicule.
In this extremely short period of time when ordinary practitioners had no time to react, and even could not judge the position of the opponent's flying sword because it exceeded the limit of perception, this flying sword with extremely turbulent and violent power thrust violently into the air.
He entered a few inches in front of the red-faced middle-aged man's flying sword, and struck hard on the red-faced middle-aged man's flying sword.
"Snapped!"
It was like a flat ruler hitting a black-red dragonfly.
Although the sound was not loud, it was actually just because the surrounding air was pressed into substance by the majestic collision force and could not be transmitted.
The thin flying sword that kept shaking out countless black and red sparks suddenly trembled, and with a soft "pop" sound, it was like cutting through the void a moment ago, forming a straight black and red light flying sword in the air.
The powerful force exploded into countless flying fragments.
Almost at the same time, there was a crack in the entire Chinese army tent, and the rest of the tent except for the top of the tent also bulged outwards and exploded.
The strong air struck the red-faced middle-aged man like a sharp blade, instantly cutting countless cracks in the yellow armor of the sword master.
The ugly Qiyao Flying Sword, which seemed to have a strong sense of contempt and ridicule throughout its body, stabbed forward without stopping, passing through the scattered flying sword fragments, like a meteorite falling from the sky, slamming into the red-faced middle-aged man.
chest.
A blood arrow spurted out from the red-faced man's mouth, and his chest quickly sunk in like a crater. However, his expression became even more determined, and all his soul power gathered in his chest at this moment.
The instant eruption of the soul power of the Saint Master level expert shattered many important organs in his body at this moment. However, at this moment, his skin was shattered and his bones were broken, and his sunken chest became no longer the same.
Instead, the flesh and blood turned into a substance that was harder than most of the metals used to refine the soul weapon, tightly clamping down on Wenren Cangyue's Seven-Yam Flying Sword.
Wenren Cang Yue came to assassinate him. No matter whether he succeeded or not, he and the two other young practitioners who also came from the Thousand Demons Cave did not think about leaving alive.
From the very beginning, their plan was to use the death of the first young cultivator to attract Wenren Cangyue's first outburst, and then to use his life to clamp down on Wenren Cangyue's flying sword.
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The Qiyao Flying Sword, which was still extremely domineering just a moment ago and exuded a strong sense of contempt and ridicule, trembled in fear, but it could not be pulled out from the body of Li Ku's junior brother.
Because he had practiced it countless times, the hand of another young practitioner stretched out from under the left armpit of the red-faced middle-aged man, just like the red-faced middle-aged man whose vitality was quickly disappearing.
Another hand grew out of his body.
At this time, the red-faced middle-aged man with his sword stuck in his body was also the shield of this young practitioner.
When this hand was stretched out, the young practitioner was already dead.
His face became darker than the concoction Wen Ren Cangyue drank before, ink-like pus and blood flowed out from all his seven orifices, and his breathing stopped completely, but the hand he stretched out was filled with blood.
The power far exceeded his cultivation level, and it exploded violently, as if there was a shadow of a black snake rising in it, but it was instantly blown into pieces by an even more powerful force.
This outstretched hand completely disappeared in the short time it took for the rapidly flying sword to move an inch, forming a terrifying black airflow that struck hard at Wen Ren Cangyue.
This force is more powerful than a blow from the red-faced middle-aged man.
This is the real killing move of these three assassins.
At this moment, Xu Qiubai, the archer who was close to the Saint Master and almost killed Lin Xi with one arrow, had enough time to shoot the second arrow. However, this powerful archer did not take action again because he also knew the power of his arrows.
There is absolutely no way to stop this terrifying black airflow.
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The front end of this black airflow strangely condensed into the shape of a skull, and the black airflow behind it looked like the long hair on the skull.
Li Ku's junior brother, the Saint Master of the Thousand Demons Cave named Zhao Honglei, has begun to die, but like a flashback, his consciousness and perception are clearer than usual at this moment.
He sensed that even if Wenren Cang Yue could retract the flying sword, the power of the seven-ray demon sword just now would not be able to stop this black air flow.
In his opinion, it was impossible for Wen Ren Cang Yue to block this attack.
However, at this moment, Wenren Cang Yue's eyes revealed a look of pity and sarcasm.
Facing the black airflow in front of him, he did not try to retrieve the Seven-Bright Demon Sword stuck in Zhao Honglei's chest. Instead, he poked his left hand into the cloth on his chest and stretched it out.
In his outstretched hand, there was a small bone relic sword.
Could it be that such a small sword, which is just as slender as two toothpicks, is more powerful than the Seven-Yao Flying Sword made of meteorite in Purgatory Mountain and embedded with powerful energy contained in the meteorite?
At this moment, such a thought flashed subconsciously in Zhao Honglei's mind.
However, at the next moment, a vast and unparalleled violent force with a heaven-defying aura spurted out from the small bone relic sword.
There was an explosion of "Poof!"
Starting from the front end, the black air flow was completely destroyed by the violent sword energy spurting out from the small sword. The burst of vitality power rolled backwards, and Zhao Honglei's body flew backwards. During the backward flight, except for the entire
The flesh and blood of the body outside the chest began to collapse, and the powerful vitality that exploded continued to invade back.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Three consecutive tents at the rear all collapsed instantly.
Zhao Honglei's consciousness and perception also froze instantly. He felt the aura of his senior brother Li Ku. This sword was like a sword swung by Li Ku.
He understood what kind of sword this bone relic sword was, and then his mouth became extremely bitter, and his heart became extremely bitter.
He never thought that, for the sake of his senior brother, he would assassinate this tyrannical general who had no regard for the lives of Da Mang's soldiers and civilians, but in the end, he would be defused by the other party in this way.
Warnings sounded continuously in the company camp, and rows of Damang soldiers came from all directions. They saw the Chinese army tent that had been completely turned into ruins, and the three collapsed tents in front of Wenren Cangyue, and then saw Wenren
Under Cang Yue's feet, the ground cracked like a spider web. All these soldiers felt what kind of power showdown was going on, and their expressions suddenly changed.
Wen Ren Cang Yue put away the small bone relic sword in her hand.
He first glanced indifferently at the three battered corpses of cultivators, then glanced at the arriving sergeants around him, shook his head, and said: "It's too slow... In the Biluo Border Army, within five seconds of the alarm bell ringing, we have to
A hundred steps away from the tent. I don’t know how you trained before, but from now on, you will train once a day to sound the alarm. After three days, if any of the school officers and subordinates cannot do it, the school officers will be dismissed and included in the forward camp.
, rush to the front line during wartime."
Hearing Wen Ren Cang Yue's words, and then thinking of the series of extremely stringent reward and punishment regulations that the marshal had previously promulgated, the surrounding soldiers of the Great Mang Yellow tent, whose combat power and will were definitely not inferior to the elite soldiers of Yunqin...
They all trembled slightly involuntarily.
No one dared to ridicule Wenren Cangyue in their hearts as the lost dog of Biluoling. Everyone was just shocked again by Wenren Cangyue's strength and majesty.
Wenren Cang Yue didn't say anything anymore.
Several Shen Leng generals who did not look like Da Mang people began to issue orders in his place. Some sergeants retreated in an orderly manner, and some sergeants began to reorganize the camp.
Wen Ren Cang Yue turned around, lifted off the heavy helmet on the ground behind him, and lifted up the intact pot of warm medicine. Then he slowly turned around and looked at the outline of Qianxia Mountain in the snow in the distance.
"The old emperor's people have almost been eradicated."
"This time, the opposition forces in Thousand Demons Cave have also surfaced and can be eradicated quickly... It's time to send out troops."
Looking at the shadow of Qianxia Mountain in the distance, this powerful being whose body was recovering day by day, with a hint of fanaticism in his heart, said slowly in a voice that only he could hear: "Binggui caught the enemy by surprise.
, Changsun Jinse, you must not have thought that I would actually send troops to the north. Hu Piyi, son...did you think you would be my opponent?"
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