Lei Xingkong slashed with his sword all the way, and the light of the sword rolled with him like a silver dragon, killing several barbarians every time he flashed.
In the blink of an eye, thirty or forty Skyfire Wolf Riders had died under his sword.
Lei Xingkong's unparalleled killing ability stopped the originally menacing Wolf Cavalry. The flying flesh and blood in front undoubtedly gave those behind a blow, and their formation was immediately disrupted... But the Sky Fire Wolf Cavalry
After all, they were the elite of the barbarian army, and their ability to adapt during war was astonishing. The chaotic state only lasted for a short moment. After they slightly reorganized their formation, they formed a fan-shaped formation to surround Lei Xingkong.
Lei Xingkong ignored it and continued to use his strength to defeat the enemy. The energy of the dragon in his body was boiling like boiling water, converging on the blade. The energy of the sword became stronger and stronger, and the range of damage became wider and wider.
At the same time, his second soul was still functioning, constantly reflecting the changes in the surrounding situation into his mind very quickly:
——The soldiers at the outpost were fighting inextricably with the Skyfire Wolf Cavalry. In just a short period of time, several Skyfire Wolf Cavalrymen had died under their swords;
——The iron official disciples led by Long Rui assisted the soldiers at the outpost to besiege the Sky Fire Wolf Cavalry, while at the same time they had to send out people to defend against the other barbarians, resulting in heavy casualties;
——As for Chen Zhongxing's battalion, they were all cavalry. Their addition greatly restrained the ordinary barbarian soldiers, making it difficult for the barbarian army, which had less than a thousand men, to gather quickly;
——The situation on our side can be maintained for a while, but the barbarians are fierce and brave and have extraordinary fighting power. After all, the iron officials and disciples cannot resist for too long.
In short, the battle situation here is that time is not waiting for me. Lei Xingkong knew it clearly, and he immediately waved the Tianqi in his hand faster.
"Swish", "swish", "swish"!
With three more consecutive sword blows, the energy of the sword turned into a round light and swept towards the surroundings.
The surrounding Heavenly Fire Wolf Cavalry attacked intensively, but they were struck by the swords and fell to the ground one after another, either dead or injured.
Lei Xingkong increased his speed to the maximum, using all his strength to consume an astonishing amount of energy in his body. Even the soul power of the soul flag could not be replenished. However, he could not take care of it at this time and could only continue to swing the sword with all his strength...
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In the distance, the barbarian army was in formation.
The commander of the barbarian army was riding on a golden-eared tiger. He was watching the fighting on the battlefield from a distance. He saw that Lei Xingkong's martial arts had the power to slay a dragon. He killed half of the big dragon in an instant.
He couldn't help but frown.
You must know that the Sky Fire Wolf Cavalry are all elite barbarians. Their soldiers come from various tribes. Each one is selected from the most brave and skilled warriors. Compared with ordinary barbarians, the Sky Fire Wolf Cavalry can be said to be the foundation of the Sky Fire Kingdom. Even ordinary barbarians
If they are all killed, as long as the wolf riders are still there, it will not harm the foundation of the Skyfire Kingdom's barbarian army. On the contrary, every death of the Skyfire Wolf Riders will weaken the Skyfire Kingdom by one point.
Turning his head, the commander of the barbarian army glanced at the people next to him and said in barbarian language: "The Yong people always send some prisoners to die when they start a battle. Why does it seem to be different this time? There are more than ten or twenty people there who look like elites.
Even if we send twice as many wolf riders as them in a fight, I'm afraid it won't be possible to behead them."
After a short pause, he pointed at Lei Xingkong and said to the person next to him: "That Yong man should be the leader, Ahe Shaman. Do you think how far his cultivation has reached?"
The person next to the barbarian commander was a shaman, but unlike other shamans, he had nine fire feathers on his head. The surface was colorful, and the stream of fire elements kept jumping and flickering, and sometimes there was some slight fire.
The explosion was unusual.
The superiority of shamans is distinguished by the number of fire feathers. The more fire feathers on the head of the shaman, the higher the status in the ancestral temple. The Nine-Feather Shaman is almost the tallest among the shamans of the Heavenly Fire Kingdom. After that, only the great shaman of the ancestral temple can compare.
More respect...
This time the barbarian army sent out troops, the Wushen Ancestral Temple of the Heavenly Fire Kingdom sent twenty shamans to accompany the army, all led by the Nine-Feathered Great Shaman. Although the barbarian army commander had thousands of troops under his command, they could not face this revered Nine-feathered Great Shaman.
When he was full, he did not dare to neglect at all.
The great shaman Ahe kept looking at Lei Xingkong's figure and said expressionlessly: "He should be practicing the Yong people's Canglong Jue, and he has at least the sixth level of cultivation. If it is the realm of our witch clan,
He is an eighth-level barbarian."
"Is he really an eighth-level barbarian?"
The barbarian commander narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned even more.
The great shaman Ahe looked at the commander of the barbarian army and said in a deep voice: "Marshal Duowuda, you actually already knew the cultivation level of this Yong man. What difference does it make if you ask me?"
The barbarian army commander Duo Wuduo didn't say anything. He had led the army for many years and was very familiar with the affairs of the human race. He had just observed it for a long time and had already made up his mind. He could only vaguely see Lei Xingkong's face. He was still a young man, not quite.
I was sure how this human boy could achieve such a level of cultivation, so I asked him before.
The warriors in the Wu Clan are called barbarians, and their levels are distinguished by their cultivation. The higher the barbarian level, the higher the level of cultivation. The eighth-level barbarian is already considered a high-level warrior in the Wu Clan, and it is difficult to find one among ten thousand barbarians.
one.
Precisely because he knew how rare it was to be an eighth-level barbarian, Duo Wuduo looked at Lei Xingkong in front of him, feeling even more surprised and unbelievable in his heart.
The Great Shaman Ahe continued: "With such a high level of cultivation at this age, it seems that another fierce general will emerge from the Yong Kingdom!"
"Strong general?"
A bright light flashed in Duowuduo's eyes, and a murderous look suddenly appeared on his face.
He is just a teenager and has the cultivation level of an eighth-level barbarian. How many years will it be enough? Even if we take 10,000 steps back, the cultivation level of this human race boy will stop at this level in his life, but an eighth-level barbarian can do it on the battlefield.
The lethality it can cause cannot be underestimated...
Dowuduo knew in his heart that, just as the great shaman Ahe said, this Yong boy was the embryo of a fierce general. If allowed to develop, he would definitely become a formidable enemy of the Skyfire Barbarians in the future.
After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Dowuduo said, "Ah Shaman, I want to use your power this time."
"oh?"
The great shaman Akh looked at Dawudo.
Duowuduo lowered his voice and said concisely: "The secret message sent by the Yong people the day before yesterday has been sent back to the country. There should be a reply from the king in the next two days. Today may be the last battle. If we can't kill the Yong people young man, I'm afraid
There won’t be such a good opportunity in the future.”
The great shaman of Ahhe pondered for a moment and did not speak immediately.
He also read the secret letter sent by the Yong people the day before yesterday and knew that the crown prince of the Skyfire Kingdom had fallen into the hands of the Yong people. The Yong people used this as a threat to make them retreat immediately.
It should be noted that this crown prince is not only the only son of the monarch, but also the reincarnated soul selected by the witch god in the ancestral temple. It can be said that his status is extremely respected. In the eyes of the great shamans and shamans in the ancestral temple, he cannot be compared with even the monarch.
Therefore, as long as the news reaches the Heavenly Fire King's Court, military orders will definitely be sent back within the next two days, telling them to stop their troops and return.
Shaman Ahe looked at the battle ahead and asked: "Marshal Duowuda, what do you want me to do?"
Duowuduo said: "Please also ask the great shaman Ahe to send people to the battle to help our warriors."
Shaman Ahe thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay!" After a slight pause, he turned around and said, "Guang伢."
Hearing the sound, a middle-aged shaman came out.
He walked up to the great shaman of Ahe, performed a barbarian salute, and then said: "What orders does the great shaman have?"
This middle-aged shaman is strong and energetic. He holds a white antelope skull staff in his hand and has six fire feathers on his head. He is a higher-level shaman among the shamans who accompanied the army this time.
He walked forward without taking another look at Duowu, nor did he salute after standing still. There was a sense of arrogance in his actions... Only when facing the Great Shaman Ahe, his expression
That’s how you show respect….
Duo Wuduo saw it in his eyes, but didn't take it to heart.
He has long been familiar with the temperament of these shamans from the ancestral temple. They usually regard themselves as loyal servants of the witch god and never put others in their eyes. Even when facing the barbarian king of Skyfire Kingdom, they are not very respectful, so as long as he can
As long as you borrow the help of these shamans, it doesn't matter whether you are respectful or not.
Shaman Ahe pointed at Lei Xingkong and said: "Go to the battle and help our army win. Remember not to let any Yong people go, especially the young Yong people. You have to cut off his head."
"Yes, Great Shaman!"
The six-feather shaman, who was called "Guang Ni Ni", agreed, then turned around and took long strides, walking towards the battlefield ahead...
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"die!"
Lei Xingkong shouted loudly, and shot out the last sword with all his strength. The only six Skyfire Wolf Riders around him were almost cut into two pieces in unison.
In an instant, this group of hundreds of wolf cavalry was slaughtered. Lei Xingkong took a deep breath, let the Canglong energy in his body recover slightly, and immediately rushed towards the other side's battle group...
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At this time, the soldiers at the outpost were fighting bloody battles, and everyone was brave.
Facing the powerful and ferocious wolf riders, not only did they not fall at a disadvantage, but they benefited from the soul power flowing out of the soul flags, which was continuously injected into their bodies, so that their lost physical strength was instantly replenished, making them more courageous as they fought.
Especially the old and weak soldiers, who had just received the Soul Seed Flag and used it on the battlefield for the first time, were surprised and delighted by the benefits, and everyone was excited.
A group of old and weak people were attacked, and Meng Dezhou took the lead and rushed to the front.
Ever since his right arm was broken, he had become depressed and his cultivation showed signs of retreating. Unexpectedly, with the help of a kind of soul flag, a steady stream of soul power poured into his body, making him feel that his body was improving.
To establish a solid foundation again.
With his mind agitated, Meng Dezhou's movements of swinging the sword with his left hand became faster and smoother. With a "whoosh" of the sword, he killed another wolf rider under the knife.
"careful!"
After sheathing the knife, Meng Dezhou was just taking a breath when he suddenly heard a sharp sound of wind coming from the back of his head. At the same time, he heard a loud warning from Yu Tianhua not far away. His heart tightened and he quickly fell forward...
"call……"
A wolf rider swung his hammer and landed in the air. Meng Dezhou barely managed to avoid this fatal blow.
Jumping up from the ground, Meng Dezhou broke into a cold sweat. He was on the line between life and death. If Yu Tianhua hadn't warned him in advance, he might have died by now. The situation was extremely dangerous... Meng Dezhou regained his balance and stood up.
Due to the tacit understanding gained from daily training, the two soldiers in his group quickly moved over and reorganized the sword formation, which immediately made him feel more at ease.
"How could this be?"
After calming down, Meng Dezhou couldn't help but questions popping up in his mind.
According to the formation, the soldiers from the Dibei outpost formed sword formations and charged forward in unison. Behind them were the iron officials and disciples who followed and cooperated with each other. When were the barbarians behind them?
Meng Dezhou turned around and looked around. After scanning the surrounding battle situation very quickly, he couldn't help but turn pale. If he hadn't been facing the wolf rider before him, he might have already stabbed someone on the spot.
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At this time, the iron officials and disciples who had been following closely dispersed in groups and were busy harvesting the heads of the Sky Fire Wolf Cavalry on the ground. Some of them even started to fight each other tit for tat.
Because of this, gaps appeared in the originally tight formation, and the iron officials and disciples became a mess, allowing the Sky Fire Wolf Cavalry to circle from behind, pass through the gaps, and attack the soldiers at Dibei Post from both front and back.
Meng Dezhou was anxious, but he had no time to take care of it. He could only grit his teeth, say hello to his two companions, and then swung his sword to kill the wolf rider in front of him...