Chapter 417 416 Secret weapon against the trend, all the troops are crushed
The seemingly inconspicuous sparks between Zhang Guangmu's fingers were extremely hot, seeming to scorch and distort the air around him.
Several Sakura Country soldiers reacted slowly and lacked a sense of crisis, so they rushed towards him with their heads down.
result……
These ashigaru didn't even come within three meters of Zhang Guangmu, before they were burned into coke by the dots of red fire dancing in the air, and died suddenly on the spot!
Hee hee hee…
The burnt smell mixed with the smell of blood, and the few birds that were burned to death by the flames around Zhang Guangmu became the chickens that killed the chickens and the monkeys.
This incomprehensible scene made many soldiers of the Sakura Kingdom feel timid and did not dare to approach easily.
Zhang Guangmu looked at Zhao Zhengrong's body not far away, and felt as if another version of himself began to speak in his mind.
【run!】
[Now that my adoptive father is dead, there is no reason for me to stay here and fight to the death!]
[The green hills are still there, so I don’t have to worry about running out of firewood. I have the martial arts diary by my side, and I will be able to reach the fourth level of martial arts in the near future!]
[As long as I can reach the realm of piercing the heavenly veins and achieve innateness, I can come and go as I please, and use assassin methods to take the heads of important figures in the Sakura Kingdom. There is no need to fight the enemy head-on on the battlefield! 】
There was nothing wrong with the script prompts. Zhang Guangmu could tell that even the field control team did not want to see him die on the battlefield before his personal value was fully realized.
After all, this time is different from the battle royale in the opening scene. The intensity is higher and the sword has no eyes. No matter who wins or loses, as long as the killing spirit is strong, there will be almost no "captives".
but……
Zhang Guangmu still simply ignored "his own voice."
Along the way, I racked my brains and painstaking efforts to improve and adapt the magic knowledge, and what was the purpose of creating the secret technique of martial arts?
Isn’t it just to catch up with this big scene?
Suddenly, Zhang Guangmu had a sudden impulse and felt like he was being spied on.
He instinctively looked in the direction of the spying feeling, his eyes were slightly sharp, and he saw at the western end of the battlefield, a tall and burly young man wearing golden dragon scale armor, staring at him with burning eyes.
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The opponent is none other than Dragon Spear Feng Yunxian, one of the three generals of the Land of Painting!
“No need to worry!”
Feng Yunxian's internal energy vibrated, and the sound spread for dozens of miles, boosting morale: "It's just a gunpowder weapon similar to the thunder."
"He won't have to use it many times!"
"Surround and kill him!"
After hearing this, Zhang Guangmu slowly pulled out two long saw-like knives from his waist.
The process is wrong but the conclusion is correct.
The internal force of black and white ink is converted into the internal force of flames, which is used to kill enemies, but there is also loss.
As for the [Strong Domain] used to "cut grass", it is indeed very useful and can be called a divine skill. Unfortunately, Zhang Guangmu's internal strength is limited and cannot withstand such continuous consumption. He still chooses to turn on the intermittent use mode to let his internal strength and
Physical energy rotation consumption.
only……
When [Strong Domain] is not in use, Zhang Guangmu can only use a long knife to kill the enemy.
Although the two long knives in his hands were of high quality, they could not withstand the wear and tear of cutting down more than 80 people along the way.
At this moment, Zhang Guangmu's sleeves were already stained with the blood of the enemy - these were medals left behind after fighting all the way. The two swords were no longer as sharp as before, and the blades were pitted and tattered.
It seems like it could be scrapped at any time.
Zhang Guangmu glanced at Zhao Zhengrong's corpse, then charged towards Feng Yunxian who was standing at the west end of the battlefield with no expression on his face.
Dengquan slope entrance.
Accompanied by Lu Mohan, Jiang Jiuxiao arrived at the edge of the battlefield. He saw Zhao Zhengrong's body in the distance, and Zhang Guangmu's clearly straight back but inexplicably rickety figure. A strong sense of sadness arose spontaneously.
Looking at the corpses of the Liewu Camp soldiers in this battlefield, the emotion called anger almost instantly dyed Jiang Jiuxiao's eyes blood red.
It was okay when he didn't see it. Now that he saw his compatriots being killed by foreigners, Jiang Jiuxiao was filled with rage. He couldn't bear the anger in his heart anymore. He immediately drew blood on his sword and rushed into the battlefield: "Young Master Mu! I
Come help you!"
Although Jiang Jiuxiao's skills were crippled due to his previous wrong decisions, as a royal family of the Kingdom of Painting, he had bathed in various famous medicinal materials and used secret techniques to strengthen his body since childhood. In addition, he was only one step away from the third level of martial arts, and he had many acupuncture points in his body.
The meridians are usually thick, the body is powerful, and the combat power is much stronger than ordinary soldiers. Following Zhang Guangmuqiang's breakthrough in the "channel", he danced with the sword in his hand, and for a while no one could get close.
As for Lu Mohan, who was outnumbered by his skills...
The Zhongwu Marquis only paused for a moment before making a decision.
He knew very well that there were more enemies lurking in the passage behind him, but he still followed Zhang Guangmu and Jiang Jiuxiao.
reason?
No reason is needed.
Wherever the last royal family of the Land of Painting is, he will be there.
The soldiers of Liewu Camp, who were originally leaderless because of Zhao Zhengrong's death, also noticed the appearance of Zhang Guangmu, Jiang Jiuxiao and Lu Mohan, and gathered over one after another.
"Look to the east! It's the young master!"
"Prince Xiao and Marquis Yongwu are also here!"
"I swear to defend Master Mu to the death!"
"Quick! Quick! Quick! Protect the young master and Prince Xiao and fight their way out of the siege!"
The soldiers of Liewu Camp were struggling in the enemy tide, trying to join Zhang Guangmu and others.
A small number of these remnant soldiers who tried to come over to join up had a sincere heart and simply wanted to gather with friendly forces and protect Zhang Guangmu and Jiang Jiuxiao from escaping this place.
When most people saw Zhao Zhengrong die in battle, they originally planned to abandon their troops and surrender to the enemy on the spot. But now they changed their minds because of the appearance of [Lan Jian·Lu Mohan].
They didn't know that Lu Mohan's skill had been weakened by 80 to 90%, so they regarded Marquis Zhongwu as their last life-saving straw.
They don't have many distracting thoughts, they just simply want to live.
In the eyes of these people, Lu Mohan, who is also in the fourth realm of martial arts, is a dignified Wuhou. Even if he is not as good as the boss Zhao Zhengrong who just died in the battle, he is not too far behind.
Many groups of remnants of the Liewu Camp that were originally scattered on the battlefield gradually merged with Jiang Jiuxiao and Lu Mohan, and barely managed to hold on.
As for Zhang Guangmu?
He rushed too deep, and there were enemies everywhere. Joining him was almost like seeking death. Even if someone wanted to help him, no war horse could keep up with his bone-piercing black dragon.
Zhang Guangmu himself did not care about what others thought.
At this moment, he was leading the way, charging endlessly into the enemy formation. His white hands were covered with sticky dried blood and slippery fresh blood. If he didn't have internal strength attached to them, he could hardly hold the weapon.
"call……"
Zhang Guangmu exhaled and condensed into clouds of white mist. His hand movements did not stop at all, but he put some energy in his heart and worked hard to deduce the secret battlefield weapons that he had been planning and preparing.
The director left him too little time.
There is only one last step left to deduce the trick that can reverse the situation!
"Want to play the trick of taking the heads of enemy generals from thousands of armies?"
[Dragon Spear] Feng Yunxian looked at Zhang Guangmu who was charging into the battle alone, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and without taking an inch back, he sneered and explained to the woman next to him: "I was right at the beginning, he is a playboy who cannot be used in a big way.
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"Even innate warriors who have reached the realm of [Heavenly Meridian Penetration] were only the enemies of ten thousand people in the past. In today's era..."
"Even the four realms of martial arts can't stop a thousand heavily armed special teams from strangulating!"
"Although I don't know what kind of drugs he took to squeeze his potential and extend his life span to this extent, but..."
"A mere three realms of martial arts cannot make any waves!"
As if to confirm his statement, the two swords in Zhang Guangmu's hand, whose durability had been reduced to the limit due to cutting too many bones, shattered and turned into iron butterflies dyed red with blood, flying all over the sky.
Bang! Bang! Bang!…
Balls of blazing red flames exploded from Zhang Guangmu's hands, but Feng Yunxian's smile became even brighter.
The loss of such a mysterious move will not be too small. How long can Zhang Guangmu persist?
His inner strength can be depleted with human life!