Zhao Yuan has always been walking on thin ice every step of the way. Only now did Zhao Yuan truly realize that he is not weak. Among mortals, he is already very powerful, so powerful that even junior cultivators are no match for him.
Confidence is undoubtedly mankind's most powerful weapon.
With strong self-confidence, Zhao Yuan began to show his bold side.
However, what makes Zhao Yuan regretful is that "war" seems to have reached the critical point long ago, but there is no sign of breaking through to "power". Zhao Yuan does not like this feeling of stagnation, but he has always been
Groping in the dark, with no one on his way, he couldn't find a better solution and could only continue groping.
Zhao Yuan's cultivation progress has been relatively smooth. From "posture" to "quietness", and then from "speed" to "war", the total time is only a few months, less than a year. This kind of cultivation speed is already reverse.
the existence of heaven.
However, only after the "war", Zhao Yuan clearly felt that his cultivation seemed to have encountered a bottleneck.
No matter how Zhao Yuan brewed his fighting spirit, he could never find the hearty feeling described in the realm of brute strength. It seemed that he felt like he was just scratching his head.
It seems that the dangerous place in the Black Forest is only suitable for training, not for training and improving strength.
Perhaps, the restrictions in the Black Forest also have certain side effects on the cultivation of "Ten Thousand Enemies"...
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In his wild thoughts, Zhao Yuan had already made a big circle and reached the other side of the camp.
While observing the stick of incense, Zhao Yuan took off the long black-backed knife and held it in his hand, looked in the right direction, and ran towards the camp.
This time, Zhao Yuan did not hide his tracks, but ran openly and openly under the dim moonlight.
Lan Xin was on the sand dune opposite. She relied on her keen eyesight trained in the art of shooting arrows to stare at Zhao Yuan's every move. When she saw Zhao Yuan running unscrupulously towards the camp through the slope of the sand dune, she was immediately shocked.
Ear your lips.
What is he going to do?
Is he going to rob the camp alone?
A wry smile appeared on the stunned Lan Xin's lips. That man always did some incredible and unexpected things.
At first, Lan Xin thought Zhao Yuan was a timid person. However, when Zhao Yuan became angry because Kuta despised the black-faced god, Lan Xin changed her view of Zhao Yuan and believed that Zhao Yuan was still a capable person.
Of course, to Lan Xin, a bloody man is just a bloody man. In Lan Xin's eyes, Zhao Yuan is too weak, so weak that she doesn't even want to take a closer look at him.
Next, Lan Xin realized that she was wrong.
Zhao Yuan was very powerful. Moreover, Zhao Yuan was not only bold, but also despicable. He actually blackmailed her for the skill of shooting arrows. Of course, what made Lan Xin grit her teeth the most was Zhao Yuan's boldness and unscrupulous frivolity while she was injured.
This is a bold but thoughtful man.
This is a man who cannot be measured by common sense.
Watching the black figure running like a rainbow, smoke and dust several feet high were raised behind him, like a giant dragon dancing wildly in the desert.
Subconsciously, Lan Xin touched her slender legs. They were a pair of legs that she was proud of, but there was indeed a dense layer of golden hair on them.
Inexplicably, Lan Xin showed a hint of anger and shyness on her face.
Now, these legs shame her...
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Seeing that the campground was getting closer and closer, the campground was still unusually quiet.
Zhao Yuan's "quietness" has reached an unprecedented state. He can feel the long spears, cold scimitars and dense arrow feathers standing in the tent.
The camp was a huge encirclement, waiting for him to fall into a trap.
Zhao Yuan is not a sparrow.
Zhao Yuan is an eagle, a bold but careful eagle.
one hundred!
two hundred!
three hundred!
one thousand!
Three thousand!
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What shocked Zhao Yuan was that there were actually thousands of soldiers in armor and swords unsheathed in the camp. In many tents, horses were saddled and ready for battle.
Are there so many people just to ambush Lan Xin?
Zhao Yuan felt a little unreasonable.
Lan Xin's archery skills are powerful, but they are not so powerful that thousands of wolf-like soldiers are needed to stand guard in the middle of the night.
Could it be that they have other goals?
There is no turning back when the bow is drawn.
Zhao Yuan realized something was wrong, but when he discovered that there were thousands of soldiers ambushing inside the tent, he had already rushed down and quickly approached the tent.
speed!
Only by using speed can we escape from the encirclement of five thousand soldiers.
Zhao Yuan's target was the arrow feathers in the warehouse camp, and he wanted to prove to Lan Xin that the tent was an ambush circle and that he did not need to have a head-on conflict with five thousand soldiers.
Persistent practice has allowed the "speed" in the realm of brute strength to reach a terrifying level.
With the force of several miles, they arrived quickly. When Zhao Yuan was less than one mile away from the camp, suddenly, a loud horn sounded, which pierced the night sky and echoed in the desert.
In the distant desert, the sound of horns was also heard.
Behind the sand dune, a chill ran down Lanxin's spine. She saw that behind the sand dune opposite her, a group of thousands of cavalrymen ran out. The cavalry was divided into several cavalry squads and headed towards the camp to encircle them. Suddenly, in the desert,
The sound of killing was shocking...
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At the same time, there was a cry of killing in the camp, and countless soldiers with swords unsheathed came out of the tents in groups to fight.
Countless torches burned in the camp, illuminating the camp like daylight.
Zhao Yuan did not rush directly to the library camp, but to a group of soldiers.
Under the blazing fire, Zhao Yuan swept in like a tornado with a terrifying momentum. Lan Xin, who was several miles away, had a look of horror on her face. She didn't expect that Zhao Yuan would single-handedly charge into thousands of soldiers.
among.
"kill!"
Zhao Yuan let out an earth-shattering roar, and the black-backed long sword swept out a bright light in the air with majestic momentum.
"ah……"
"ah……"
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There was a burst of shrill screams, a rain of blood filled the sky, stumps and broken arms were flying, and Zhao Yuan, with long hair flying, seemed to be a demon descending from the earth. He came and went among the soldiers like the wind, and the black-backed long knife chopped melons and vegetables all the way, which was unstoppable.
The shields were chopped into pieces by the long sword.
The black-backed long sword weighs two hundred kilograms, and coupled with the inertia of Zhao Yuan's charge down the sand dune, its power is so ferocious. Poor ordinary soldiers, the whole person plus the weapon does not weigh two hundred kilograms. How can they stop Zhao Yuan, who is so full of morale?
It turned out that he was immediately killed and ran away with his head in his arms. He only regretted that his parents had lost two legs.
Amidst the sound of metal clashing, Zhao Yuan, whose blood was boiling, was not willing to fight. After scattering a group of soldiers, he immediately set fire to it.
Arson was Zhao Yuan's specialty, and tents were extremely easy to burn. In the blink of an eye, several tents burned into the sky.
The camp was originally well-prepared, but it was suddenly disturbed by Zhao Yuan, an uninvited guest.
Zhao Yuan's speed was really too fast. Facing that giant black-backed long sword, ordinary soldiers were like chickens and dogs.
Inside the camp, there were experts stationed there. However, the experts' target was not Zhao Yuan. They did not expect that a stranger would come out to disrupt the situation. By the time the experts rushed out, Zhao Yuan had already disappeared among the chaotic soldiers.
No trace.
After creating chaos, Zhao Yuan rushed into the library camp.
After entering the warehouse camp, Zhao Yuan took out a spar for lighting and was immediately stunned.
So many arrows!
Inside this tent, there are actually all sharp arrows, bundled one after another, piled up like a mountain.
Zhao Yuan didn't have time to think about it and immediately threw bundles of sharp arrows into the Sumeru Ring. On one side of the tent, there were some exquisitely crafted horn bows used for mounted combat. Zhao Yuan also threw them away without ceremony.
Some enter the Sumeru Precepts.
There were so many sharp arrows in this tent, thousands of them is no exaggeration to describe them. Even though Zhao Yuan had amazing endurance, he could still throw them softly.
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