Under the gloomy sky, on a slightly sloping hillside, Su Ping'an and three others, holding simple knives, finally reached the front of a group of barbarian leaders.
They were panting slightly, and the three of them were still stained with the blood of the barbarians, which also added a bit of evil to them.
Looking at the three people who suddenly appeared in front of him, Batulu's face immediately darkened. He never expected that these three people would actually come to kill him. He said in a sullen tone: "Kill them.
Three of them!"
"yes!"
Beside Batulu, there are dozens of barbarians guarding him. These barbarians are all leaders of various sizes in the barbarian army. Both in terms of status and strength, they are much stronger than those barbarian soldiers.
After receiving the order from Batulu, a dozen barbarians, armed with mace-toothed clubs, over two meters tall and as strong as a hill, stood out uniformly. These people all exuded a strong evil aura.
Before taking action, it gives people a very dangerous feeling.
"Both of you, be careful. This is a close bodyguard that only barbarian leader-level generals are qualified to equip. Although they have no literary talent, their physical strength is comparable to that of literary cultivators in the sixth realm of literary disciples. Don't be careless!
"
Long Cheng vaguely remembered some information about the barbarians, and lowered his voice to remind him.
When Feng Shaoyang heard that these people were comparable to the Sixth Level of Scholars, his eyes widened, "I am only in the Sixth Level of Scholars, but each of them is actually comparable to the Sixth Level of Scholars?"
Su Ping'an curled his lips and said: "Is the Sixth Wentu Realm strong? I can fight ten of them one by one!"
"..." Feng Shaoyang's face darkened.
He felt that this guy was internalizing that he was weak in combat.
"Stop bickering, we have reached this point, the only thing we can do is fight!"
Long Cheng took a deep breath, then clenched the sword in his hand and rushed forward to face the three barbarians.
Su Ping'an looked at the remaining eleven barbarians, and said to Feng Shaoyang: "The eight on the left belong to me, and the remaining three belong to you. If you can't beat me, don't show up in front of me anymore, you weakling."
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"I'm sorry, who are you looking down on? Wait a minute, didn't you say you can hit ten of them? Why don't you just hit ten and leave one for me."
"You weakling, why do you talk so much!"
"Gan!"
As long as he was with Su Pingan, Feng Shaoyang always felt like he couldn't control his temper.
The three of them said no more, and then rushed forward with their swords in hand.
Su Ping'an took the lead. He raised the literary energy in his body to the limit. He slashed out with the simple sword in his hand, and the sword light flew around. A barbarian soldier facing him took the sword forcefully, and was shocked and slid back five or six meters.
Stand still.
Seeing this scene, Su Ping'an and the other party were both stunned, "Hey, the strength of these guys really shouldn't be underestimated. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to withstand my attack!"
The barbarian also chirped for a while. Although he didn't understand, he was obviously surprised that Su Pingan's sword could be so powerful.
But the two immediately fought together again.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...
The strength of these barbarian guards is indeed no better than that of other barbarians. With their powerful physical strength, coupled with the huge mace, even a huge boulder can be broken with one strike.
Except for Su Pingan, Long Cheng and Feng Shaoyang did not dare to take the opponent's blow head-on, so they could only rely on their flexible movements to fight these people.
Although Su Ping'an said it was simple before, he found it a bit tricky after actually fighting these barbarians. These barbarians are not only powerful, but also have outstanding defense. I don't know what kind of material the leather armor on their bodies is made of.
When he slashed at it, he could only barely break through a layer of skin, but it couldn't do any substantial damage to the barbarians at all.
"No, we can't drag them down with them, otherwise the army will surround us and it will be even harder to kill those barbarian leaders!"
Su Pingan was no longer stingy at that moment. With a thought, two fierce men, 'Xiao Yan' and 'Qiao Feng', were materialized by him. Then he asked these two people to accompany these barbarians to fight, while he himself headed towards
Standing on the hillside, surrounded by barbarians, the three barbarians with the strongest momentum killed them.
"Stop him!"
Before he could get close, other barbarian leaders immediately surrounded him.
Su Ping'an stepped lightly on Lingbo, his figure almost reaching the extreme. He ignored the barbarians around him, and like a leopard, he rushed towards one of the barbarian leaders who looked to be of high status.
"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"
Still some distance away, Su Ping'an took action directly, and with a roar, the bright yellow dragon shadow crashed directly into the barbarian.
boom!
There was an explosion, and the latter raised his hand to palm Su Pingan, but the next moment the barbarian flew out like a thrown sack, and then vomited blood, looking like he would not survive.
"Two left!"
After a successful blow, Su Ping'an turned his eyes to the other two people again, but this time before he could take action, a sharp sword wind suddenly struck him from behind and struck him in the head.
"Not good, dangerous!"
Su Ping'an felt alarmed, and the hairs all over his body stood up. He turned around subconsciously and held the sword in front of him. Then he heard a "dang" sound, his wrist shook violently, and then the sword in his hand was out of control.
was blown away.
Kick, kick, kick...
Su Ping'an was shocked by the powerful impact and took seven or eight steps back before he could stand still. His right arm was so shocked that he lost consciousness.
When he looked back, he saw in front of him a burly barbarian with a tattoo of a war beast on half his face, staring at him with cold eyes, and shouting in a smooth voice: "Xuan Bing,
I'm going to kill your head!"
After checking my eyes, this is the person I want to kill!
Su Ping'an immediately locked his eyes on the barbarian leader. He knew that this must be the highest-ranking leader in this team, otherwise he would not be able to make a big announcement.
"kill!"
Su Ping'an gave a low shout, then made claws with his bare hands, and took the initiative to kill the opponent.
Batulu also roared and immediately fought with Su Ping'an.
Swish, swish, swish...
Batulu is the right-guard general of the barbarians. The identity and status of the barbarians are generally equal, so Batulu's strength is also very powerful, almost comparable to the strength of the eight realms of scholars.
In this uneducated era, it is almost difficult to imagine that they can possess such strength in the flesh. It is no wonder that in the early years of the war against the barbarians, the Daxuan Kingdom almost always lost more and won less. It was also pioneered by Confucian saints later.
After the four lines of Confucianism and Taoism, Daxuan Kingdom gradually recovered this disadvantage.
But now Batulu's opponent is not Yue Jian and the others, but the literary Su Ping'an.
Su Ping'an held a claw-like hand, and he used the Nine Yin White Bone Claw for the first time. It is recorded in the novel that the five fingers in the Nine Yin White Bone are powerful and invincible, destroying the enemy's head like piercing tofu. Therefore, Su Ping'an uses the strength in his fingers.
It is so sharp that it can almost go head-to-head with a barbarian scimitar without falling behind.
Batulu and Su Ping'an were fighting each other, and the more they fought, the more frightened they became. It was clear that the enemy looked like just a small soldier of the Xuan Army, but he was surprisingly powerful. This made him shocked, "Is this something secretly cultivated by the Xuan Army?"
The trump card? Just one soldier is so powerful, so if there are more people like this, does our barbarian army still have hope of victory?!"
But now is not the time to think about this. Batulu swung his sword and attacked fiercely. With his superb sword skills, he was able to fight Su Ping'an.
At the same time, Yue Jian, who was still in the stone forest at the foot of the hillside, observed for a while and finally reacted. Then he looked shocked and felt that this was a God-given opportunity. He immediately turned around and ordered: "Now that the enemy is in chaos, it is time for us to fight back.
Opportunity. The soldiers of the forward battalion are listening to the order..." "Here!"
"Come out of the stone forest with me and kill the barbarians!"
"Kill!"
After giving the order, the soldiers of the forward battalion finally launched a counterattack. Five thousand soldiers poured out of the stone forest like a tide. Zhang Bin and Pang Xiong took the lead, running towards the enemy camp and killing them.
Part of the barbarian troops are still encircling and suppressing the Tree Demon Granny, and a large part of the troops are constantly charging towards the chessboard, killing white jade idols and other physical objects; the remaining part is quickly returning to support Batu.
On Lu's side, the troops were relatively scattered, and there was no one to command the team for a while. They only had a confrontation with the forward battalion, and the barbarian team was quickly defeated.
…
Dangdangdang...
On the hillside, Batulu was still attacking Su Pingan, and Su Pingan was also fighting hard. However, as he fought hard, his feet gave way, his move was a little slow, and he was almost hit by Batulu's knife.
Su Ping'an rolled on the spot in danger and avoided the blow. His face turned pale and he begged secretly: "What's going on? Why did my literary spirit suddenly weaken so rapidly?"
He hurriedly checked inside his body, and then he realized that his literary energy was about to be drained out, and even the two strands of Tao Yun on the Wenxin tree were significantly dimmed.
"No, I have embodied too many things, and my literary energy has been consumed too quickly. Now I can no longer hold on!" Su Ping'an's heart sank.
After all, he is still in the ninth realm of Literary Disciple, not the seventh realm of Literary Qi, so Literary Qi is simply not enough to support him in manifesting so many physical objects, and he also uses Literary Qi so liberally.
"Xuan Bing, although I admire your courage and strength, I can already feel your aura declining, so in this battle, you will eventually be defeated by me!"
Batulu came forward again with a machete, exuding cold killing intent.
Su Ping'an's eyes flashed, and just when he was about to fight to the death, and when Batulu was about to chop him down with his sword, a sharp sound suddenly came from the distant void.
Looking back, I saw Yue Jian on the battlefield a thousand meters away, holding the bow string like a full moon. He shot an arrow at the critical moment.
This arrow passed through the entire battlefield, roared, and shot directly at Batulu's head.
Batulu also felt the wind and immediately blocked the scimitar in front of the door.
The next moment, there was only a clang sound, and a ball of sparks burst out from the scimitar. Impacted by the arrow, Batulu was unsteady on his feet and retreated continuously.
"good chance!"
It was also at this time that Su Ping'an seized the gap. He picked up the simple knife that fell on the ground, and then rushed forward, sending the knife in his hand forward at the same time.
puff……
The simple knife immediately penetrated Batulu's chest, and the tip of the knife penetrated his back, sending a chill to his heart.
Batulu's body suddenly froze. He looked at the Pu Dao in front of his chest, his eyes full of disbelief, anger and deep unwillingness.
He never imagined that after so many years of fighting and killing countless enemies, he would die tragically to a soldier of the Xuan Army.
"You... you..."
He pointed at Su Ping'an, and seemed to want to say something, but the simple knife was constantly taking away his strength. In the end, he still didn't finish his sentence, and then he fell to the ground with a thud, and the blood quickly covered him.
Infected a piece of land red.
It was also at the moment when Batulu fell that Su Ping'an gasped for air. He turned back to look at Yue Jian, and happened to see Yue Jian looking towards him. When their eyes met, there seemed to be thousands of things invisible.
Qian Yu wanted to express, but at this moment, the surrounding pictures suddenly collapsed, as if a vortex suddenly appeared in the void, and all the scenes were distorted for a while.
Su Ping'an's face froze, "Is this... the test of the first mountain finally over?!"