What special role does General Xilin play in Zuo Wuzhou's soul cultivation journey? Everyone should have guessed something after seeing this.
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Zuo Wuzhou disagreed with the war between Hong Deli and Xi Lin. He was neither a Red Deli nor a Xi Lin. He was a person passing through the war and an outsider to the war.
This is not because he is cold and hard-hearted, but because he does not feel the pain that the Xilin people do - in fact, many Xilin people are indifferent and act as outsiders in the war, not to mention he is a true outsider.
However, there is Chen Zongzhi, a comrade and friend, the passion of the soul monks such as Longhu and others, and the massacre ordered by the Red Deli royal family. Hong Deli vowed to kill him, treating him as Hong Deli's future enemy. Xilin Tiexin
Protect him as the hope of the future.
Many things often do not change immediately, but in a subtle process.
All kinds of bargaining chips and events gradually overwhelmed the impartial balance in Zuo Wuzhou's heart, tilting the balance towards the Xilin people.
When he saw with his own eyes more than 600 heads piled up into a mountain in the square, he could not rest in peace. Zuo Wuzhou disliked it very much and hated the Red Delirium Royal Family. In turn, he had a slight fondness for Xilin.
He decided not to be an outsider for the time being, to participate personally and experience the feeling of fighting for something or someone. This made him much more comfortable than the indifference of being indifferent to the matter.
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The more he has experienced ten years of wasted life, the more Zuo Wuzhou cherishes his time and every opportunity to practice.
He has been recalling a very special experience. In the prison, he shockingly killed an eighth-level man with a fifth-level cultivation level. The eighth-level soul power was definitely unmatched by the fifth-level one.
Even when he thinks about it now, he still feels incredible and it makes him gain more confidence.
He tried the shock move that killed the eighth grader, but he couldn't use it no matter what. It was as if he had missed an insight, a wonderful opportunity to understand.
While thinking about it, we have arrived at the north gate.
Zuo Wuzhou stared at the tall city gates and walls with a cold look: "The main force of the Red Delirium Army has already left the city and pushed to the front. There is only one ninth-grade and five eighth-grade in the city. One of the eighth-grade was killed by me in the prison.
There are four left. Let’s kill the eighth grade one from Beimen first.”
Even though he killed the eighth-grade man with a magical shock move, even though it was short-lived, Zuo Wuzhou still clearly understood that it was very difficult to deal with the eighth-grade man alone, and he was definitely not able to deal with the ninth-grade man.
Not long after Zuo Wuzhou arrived at the North Gate, the North Gate quickly became commotion.
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Guan Longhu personally led two hundred soul monks to launch an attack on the north gate.
The main force of the Red Delirium has already moved to the front line, and those remaining in Bazhong City are mainly city guards. Of course, their combat effectiveness cannot be compared with that of the main combat force. What's more, the Red Delirium defenders still have to guard four city gates, so their forces are scattered.
Guan Longhu personally led a group of sixth-grade masters and took the lead in attacking the city gate. Those soldiers at the city gate were no match for sixth-grade opponents, and they were eliminated after just a few encounters.
Guan Longhu didn't have time to think too much. He followed the predetermined steps and waved his hand decisively: "Follow me and charge to the top of the city!"
Guan Longhu's heart moved, and he picked up the red delirium soldier's weapon from the ground. The others picked it up in a learned manner. When the twenty or so people charged towards the city, there was a roaring order from the city, and countless arrows rained down.
Loose volleys down!
"Kill!" The cry was like a huge thunder falling from the sky, shaking people's hearts.
Guan Longhu, with a curly beard on his face, looked majestic. His whole body muscles were as strong as steel. He raised his hand and threw the steel knife he had picked up at the top of the city!
The steel knife pierced the air and swished through to kill countless soldiers who came forward. The Red Delirium Army on top of the city was horrified when they saw Guan Longhu, who was leading the way, attacking with great force.
Guan Longhu laughed wildly: "Come on, you red deliriums, come and fight me for three hundred rounds. You only dare to bully the common people, but you dare not fight with us. You red deliriums are all cowards."
If it were a soul monk, he might have rushed down and fought for 300 rounds. But the Red Delirium Army is an army and has an advantageous location. How could they throw away their advantage for a few curse words?
The people below the city cannot attack, and the people at the top of the city are unwilling to risk coming down. The Red Delirium Army has geographical advantages and organizational discipline. If it continues like this, it is likely to be a stalemate. When reinforcements from other gates arrive,
Guan Longhu and his group will definitely suffer a disastrous defeat.
The only variable appeared at this moment!
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Horse hooves beat like war drums, the drum in the heart of every Red Delirium soldier, and in the distance, a war horse galloped towards them.
He instantly caught the group of soul monks off guard and broke through from among the soul monks. On horseback was a flag commander wearing a red military uniform. His head was covered with white heat, and the blood on his face could not hide his face.
in fear!
The eighth-grade officer at the top of the city saw this man coming with his own eyes, and his heart suddenly shrank: "Did something happen to other gates as well?"
This person was also decisive. Seeing the flag commander rushing towards the city, the road to the top of the city was blocked by Guan Longhu and others. This person did not hesitate and immediately ordered: "Go down to the city and meet him!"
The flag leader jumped up from the galloping horse and slashed continuously with the steel sword in his palm. With the support of the people at the top of the city, he luckily broke through the defense line of Guan Longhu and others!
The eighth-grade officer hurried over: "Let's go to the top of the city first!"
Before he finished speaking, a steel knife slashed across his throat!
Too close, too sudden!
The eighth-grade officer covered his throat, his face twitched, and the blood drained quickly. The blood was whining like the wind, and a red line burst out of his throat!
The appearance of the "colleague" who sneaked up on him suddenly changed, and he suddenly changed into his true face, a handsome and heroic face, a face that the third prince vowed to kill!
It turns out to be the "Young Assassin"!
He finally understood why the third prince was so mad and determined to kill this young man!
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Seeing the eighth grader fall unwillingly with his own eyes, Guan Longhu was ecstatic: "We succeeded!"
"Charge to the top of the city and kill the red delirium!" Guan Longhu raised his right arm, pointed his long knife at the sky, and barked an order!
"Kill the red delirium!" The soul monks suddenly burst out with endless momentum.
The Eighth Grade was dead, and Zuo Wuzhou stirred up trouble on the top of the city. After continuously assassinating two Seventh Grades at close range, there was finally no powerful force on the city that could stop them from rushing to the top of the city.
When Guan Longhu and others rushed to the top of the city, they took the lead to seize the position at the top of the city and engaged in a fierce life-and-death fight with the leaderless Red Delirium Army. Compared with the hurried Red Delirium Army, the soul monks had a clear goal, which was to kill the officers first.
Kill the soldiers again.
Until all the officers are killed and the soldiers are reduced to a piece of loose sand.
The Red Delirium Army at the North Gate was not the main force in combat, and their ranks were generally not as good as the main army. After losing the eighth-grade military officer, and several seventh-grade masters were killed in succession, the soul monks concerned about the eighth-grade leader Longhu,
Gain the advantage quickly.
Waves of soul monks rushed to the top of the city, shouting excited slogans: "Kill the red delirium!"
One after another, the red delirium soldiers fell into a pool of blood under the attacks of the soul monks with high morale!
At this point in the war situation, Guan Longhu was so happy that he couldn't help but secretly worry: "Reinforcements from the other three sects will arrive soon. We must end the battle as soon as possible and start fighting again."
However, Guan Longhu can also see clearly. At the moment, morale is at its highest, and everyone is aiming to kill the Red Delirium. If the soul monks are prevented from continuing to kill all the Red Delirium soldiers, then the momentum will be forcibly interrupted. But if not stopped,
There is no time to readjust and face the challenge.
When he mentioned this worry to Zuo Wuzhou, Zuo Wuzhou glanced at him in surprise and thought: "Guan Longhu seems to be very talented in commanding the army."
With Zuo Wuzhou shouting, it would be much easier to prompt the other soul monks to stop and force the red delirium soldiers to surrender. After all, he is the spiritual banner of this team.
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The more intense the battle, and the closer the levels of both combatants are, the greater the consumption of soul power will be, and the harder it will be to last.
Guan Longhu's worries are by no means mere thoughts. There will be several consecutive battles ahead. If he can't maintain sufficient soul power, why should he face the Red Delirium Army?
Guan Longhu knew very well that Zuo Wuzhou was the spiritual leader of this team. Whether he could counterattack and seize the city depended on Zuo Wuzhou's close-range assassination. After pondering for a while, he took out a semi-transparent gemstone from his body: "
You have consumed a lot of soul power, this magic crystal can replenish your soul power!"
Zuo Wuzhou never knew what a magic crystal was: "What is this?"
Seeing that there was no one around, Guan Longhu said in a low voice: "The magic crystal is generally a treasure only owned by the Soul Martial Master. It can quickly draw an energy from the magic crystal into the body to replenish the soul power. I only got a few pieces of this thing by accident!"
Zuo Wuzhou's eyebrows moved: "There are such good things? So, thank you very much."
Guan Longhu waved his hand and laughed loudly: "This kind of treasure is extremely expensive. It is not a soul martial master, and ordinary people cannot afford it."
Zuo Wuzhou was determined in his heart. Killing the eighth grade would cost a lot of money. With this treasure, he would be able to continue fighting.
The soulful monk hurried over: "The red delirium army from the east gate is here!"
Zuo Wuzhou and Guan Longhu glanced at each other, gathered their soul power and shouted: "Brothers, prepare to fight!"