It is not that Yan Po has been on the battlefield for hundreds of years, but he is not as free and easy as a twenty-year-old young man.
It's just that he shoulders the weight of a country, so he inevitably has to think more.
Letting go of his worries this time, Zhou Xiong was instantly at a disadvantage!
Jiang Wang is not someone who can be killed casually. Even though he, Zhou Xiong, is a powerful divine being who combines Confucianism and Legalism, he must mobilize huge power to kill Jiang Wang.
However, Yan Po, a veteran on the battlefield, was his opponent.
Why should he be distracted? Why do you dare to share your strength?
Being distracted from killing Jiang Wang means that he will also give Yan Po a chance to kill him!
He had even decided to sacrifice himself to kill Yan Yan and Jiang Wang, but it was obviously not cost-effective to sacrifice himself to kill only Jiang Wang. .
It is not worthy for oneself or the country.
Only then did Jiang Wang's sword energy thread disappear, and Jian Po's fierce long sword was avoided.
Zhou Xiong suddenly turned around and sang a long song with a beautiful and elegant style - one
"The general's reputation will be ruined after a hundred battles! Go back to Heliang and look back thousands of miles, but your old friends will never be forgotten!"
Dogen is rushing, and there are rivers in his body.
In the vast white air, suddenly armored and iron horses protruded, and swords and guns shot out like a forest! Yan Po was instantly trapped.
The flags and flags were waving, and the horses were riding on the battlefield, so they went to capture Jiang Wang.
As a strong man who guards Changluo Mansion all year round, although he has little achievements in the art of war, his ability to fight and kill is extremely strong. Jiang Wang gambled with death and broke his game. He quickly switched to the second combat option, where he wanted to drag Jiang Wang and Jian Po into a close-range melee.
In the head-to-head confrontation between Shenlin and Shenlin, an outer monk who can't keep up with the rhythm will only get in the way. The closer the distance, the more intense the fight.
The rhythm becomes more and more difficult for the monks under the divine presence to catch... because all the gaps are widened in the battle of life and death in a matter of millimeters.
Although Ge Yan's spiritual domain is shaking his spiritual domain, interfering with each other, it is difficult to see the effect.
But there are still majestic articles that move the world.
Writing an article is like a general setting up a formation and a soldier dying on the battlefield. There are ups and downs, a beginning and an end.
A good man, with sword as pen and blood as ink, great mountains and rivers and good prose!
Under the influence of such terrifying Confucian secrets, the sound of cranes, cuckoos, and cuckoos sounded again, and the sounds were pitiful!
The voice of the partridge is "Brother, I can't do it."
The cuckoo's voice is "It's better to go back".
The partridge is sad, the cuckoo is sad.
There are two more super-grade Taoist skills in every gesture, just to restrain Jiang Wang's footsteps and let him join in this life-and-death melee in a small space!
Of course, Yan Po was trying his best to break this connection and fight him. However, what he didn't expect was that Jiang Wang didn't resist at all!
He did not resist the summons of the two super-grade Taoist arts at all, and even took the initiative to accelerate. In an instant, his whole body was illuminated, the sky opened, and the Sword Immortal came to the world.
He entered the battle group with his sword!
Zhou Xiong was astonished when he saw the look in the eyes of this young prodigy from Qi State. There was no fear in it, but only unparalleled confidence and excitement to try!
This young man, this Jiang Qingyang, has the courage to participate in the battle between gods at close range and fight to the death within a few inches!
It should be noted that in such a fight, the probability of death of the weak will be increased countless times.
Although they are enemies of the enemy country, they are also my enemies. But Zhou Xiong had to admit that this actually made the middle-aged man suddenly feel a bit proud.
Reminds me of my flamboyant youth!
It doesn't matter whether he is a prince, a general or a high-ranking family, but if hot blood is drunk in his throat, the young man will draw his sword in anger.
At this moment, there is a volume of literary energy, and the spiritual consciousness shrinks infinitely and attaches to the body surface of the golden body and chalcedony.
He decided to let go of his fists and kicks, which had not been used at full strength for many years, and he fought like this.
It is not only the people of Qi who have the courage to fight to the death, and it is not only the country of Qi that has young heroes.
Although I am not young, I still have a young heart.
Isn't it just a gamble of life and death and a battle of courage?
Come on!
The Qi army surged past this battle group and ran into another wave of people.
In this Minxi Corridor, on the edge of the battlefield where the Qi army and the Xia army were fighting, the divine monk Zhou Xiong, the divine monk Yan Po, and the outer building monk Jiang Wang launched the most intense and dangerous square-inch battle!
The three figures were almost mixed together, and their fists, feet, and swords collided at a terrifying speed.
Among the three people, perhaps only Yan Po was the least willing to face such a development. Because the battle is so small, you don’t know how many rounds will happen and how many decisions will be made in one breath. It is an all-round battle of will, ability, and combat wisdom.
It is difficult for a monk under the presence of God not to get in the way.
Zhou Xiong would not care about Jiang Wang's life or death when he took action, but it was impossible for him not to care. Even if Jiang Wang personally said that life and death are determined by fate, and no one needs to be responsible for death...but it can't be included in Yan Yan's decision to split his body into pieces in order to win, right?
And if you have to worry about whether the attack affects Jiang Wang at all times, then restraint will occur.
The result of fighting to the death with an opponent like Zhou Xiong and being helpless... can be imagined.
Therefore, he would rather he and Zhou Xiong fight alone in Fang Cunjiang, each with his own life and death, than Jiang Wangjia join in. No matter what kind of genius this person is, before he becomes a god, there is an essential difference after all!
Keeping the battle situation in its current state will result in a steady victory. He and Zhou Xiong were facing each other, and Jiang Wang was cruising around, waiting for an opportunity to strike. He maintained the pressure until the end, and Zhou Xiong had only one way to go: defeat.
But when he was trying to think of a way to prevent the situation from changing, Jiang Wang took the initiative to rush into the battle group. He was unable to stop him, so he was forced to fight with his sword.
I just hope that Cao Jie can give Yiyi enough trust and not think that any of his accidentally slashed Jiang Wang to death was intentional.
He thought sadly.
A small country enjoys its people, so you have to think more!
However, as the battle began, he soon discovered... that he was overthinking it!
Jiang Wang could actually keep up with their fighting rhythm.
Although this young man has not yet reached the point where he can compete head-on with the powerful Shenlin, there is no problem at all in playing the drums and creating opportunities for him. Even every sword strike by Jiang Wang was at an angle that made him very comfortable. He clearly felt that Jiang Wang was blending into his rhythm. With amazing combat wisdom, he gave him almost perfect coordination!
The more Yan Po fights, the more relaxed he becomes, and the more he fights, the more relaxed he becomes, and no matter how freely he acts, Jiang Wang always appears in the most suitable position... There is really a wonderful tacit understanding.
No one has given him this kind of understanding for many years.
This feeling even reminded him of the days when he had fought side by side with that person whose name could no longer be mentioned. But at that time...he was still very weak. And that person was as young and brilliant as Jiang Qingyang now.
In a time of great strife, conquests never cease.
How many heroes and heroes are flowing eastwards like the great river!
Yan Po's sword light became more and more brilliant, until finally, it was like thunder and rain, without even a moment's pause. Then, it disappeared. It becomes more and more unpretentious, with simple moves.
Only the cold blade approached Zhou Xiong's vital points again and again.
His spiritual consciousness was almost completely attached to his body. The more murderous he became, the less powerful he became.
And Zhou Xiong finally began to feel powerless.
He didn't hold back.
How could he hold back at this moment?
In just a few seconds, he had already unleashed all his killer moves.
This Jiang Wang is slippery, like a fallen leaf floating in the strong wind, coming and going suddenly, always getting mixed up in Jian Po's offensive. If you want to attack him, you can't avoid Yan Po.
But he couldn't ignore it. Although Jiang Wang failed to transcend the essence of life, he really had the ability to hurt him!
Regardless of swordsmanship, magical power, or Taoism, he has never seen another Wailou monk who is so perfect.
He was originally looking for opportunities in the melee, but as soon as this life-and-death struggle began, he was firmly suppressed. And as the battle progresses... we are already in a dilemma!
No chance...
He realized the truth in his heart - before the war started, he led 50,000 troops and was crushed by God. How could he have thought of such a possibility?
It’s hard to accept, but you have to face reality!
If Jiang Yongzhou has any spirit that has been passed down from ancient times, it is the word "face".
Wei Guangyao, Xu Can, and Zhang Yong, despite having the advantage in military strength and the support of a large formation, were still unable to defeat the Qi army. Even under Chong Xuansheng's dispatch, the Qi army is constantly counterattacking!
There was also movement in the mountains in the distance, and the battle for the northern highland front had begun.
The victorious battalion, which was mainly composed of soldiers killed in autumn, was full of harvests and fully armed, was invincible in the face of the Xia Fang defenders who lacked outstanding generals.
There really is no chance.
Retreat may be the best option.
But both Chu and Min died in battle here.
How will he face the temptation once he escapes? How to deal with public violation?
But there are still 50,000 Xia troops here. How can he face the Xia Kingdom if he just abandons these soldiers? How to face the ancestors of the Zhou family?
Maybe...kill Jiang Wang.
He lowered his expectations again in his mind. From risking his life to kill two people, Yan Po and Jiang Wang, to leaving only one of them.
Between Yan Po and Jiang Wang, he chose Jiang Wang, who was better at attacking and more important to the country.
Kill Jiang Wang, who is unstoppable and has a promising future. Use your own death to extinguish the visible brilliance of Qi’s future!
This is probably the only thing that can be done...
My father is the Duke of the country, and I am the Goddess.
Guarding Changluo has served the country well and is worthy of oneself.
How come...it has come to this?
He admired the counterattack plan personally arranged by Master Xi. Even one of his spiritual cultivators came over urgently, just to ensure the safety of the Ming Mansion.
Every step was obviously correct, how could it end like this?
What time? Fate? Any luck?
Even though God knows it, it’s hard to understand!
The spiritual realm is compressed like a body-cloth, and the fists are clenched like a tiger in the wind. At this moment, Zhou Xiong's eyes were red and he was looking at Ge Po with murderous intent. The Qian Qi of the Confucian disciples was condensed on his fist, and the shadows of his fist were filled with wind, tiger, cloud and dragon. He was ready to die with Yan Po. .
Yan Po's sword did not waver at all.
In this advantageous situation, he is not afraid of risking his life. The more you are afraid of death, the easier it is to die. There is no reason why people who have been on the battlefield for so many years would not understand.
Moreover, the merits of killing Shenlin and repelling Shenlin are very different.
By killing one Zhou Xiong, Yi Guo can keep his harvest of Kaimai Pills for a year! How many talents can this produce?
He was very happy to see Zhou Xiong off for the last time.
Therefore, he did not retreat but advanced, using his blade to meet his fist bones!
And Jiang Wang...
Zhou Xiong noticed that Jiang Wang was using Qingyun Immortal Technique as he did before, suddenly leaving and then coming again.
He went and never came back this time!
Zhou Xiong's power was fully charged and he was on the verge of victory, but he watched helplessly as Jiang Wang suddenly jumped out of the battle group, flying all the way, farther and farther away, never looking back!
He actually ran away!
He was ready to resist Yan Po's attack.
Combining Jiang Wang's fighting rhythm, flying speed, and the fighting positions of the three previous people... His random life and death seal has even been calculated where Jiang Wang should be printed.
But what about people?
What about an older person?
Is this the genius of Qi?
We agreed to bet our lives, I'm on the table, are you running away?
Zhou Xiong couldn't help but wonder if this man named Jiang also had a whim!
However, with his cultivation as a god, he clearly used Confucianism's secret method of fighting to cover up his motives.
This gentleman is so smart that there is no reason for him to be cracked by Jiang Wang from the Wailou Realm.
At this moment, the killing power accumulated in his body reached its peak, and he had no choice but to take action.
Zhou Xiong lost his original target and had no choice but to flip his hand and attack Yan Po!
"Even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go to the place of righteousness!"
The clear energy of the universe surges like clouds, and the generous ambition is heard all over the world.
His hand holds a mountain, and when he opens it, he sees the sky. Each finger is a kind of person, and every kind of person who has a kind of generosity will die!
There was no sound, just the space that enveloped the pavilion was completely sunken!
The seal of life and death!
But at this moment, he suddenly became alert.
The vigilance was not due to Ge's sword rushing like a river - he had expected it no matter how strong he was.
Be alert because…
His spiritual consciousness swept over him, and he saw through the hidden secrets behind him from the misfortune seal.
An indomitable sword, under the unification of the magical creation immortal, hit with overwhelming force!
Jiang Wang came again and again, and now he came at this moment when he was deciding between life and death!
The ability to control such fighter planes is truly unparalleled in the world.
But as the opponent who had taken advantage of the opportunity, Zhou Xiong felt particularly uncomfortable.
That was the awkward feeling that could not be dispelled ever since Jiang Wang joined the battle group, and it reached its peak at this moment. If this person is stuck in his throat, who will be able to do it if he is not dead? Among the younger generation of Xia Kingdom, who can do it?
Even if the Qi army can be defeated in this battle, Jiang Mengxiong will be another one in the future!
With this thought in mind.
Zhou Xiong held the Seal of Life and Death and turned around suddenly!
He first spat out a mouthful of blood due to the backlash.
Immediately after, Yan Yan drove straight in with his knife,
He felt that his spiritual consciousness had been divided, his back was cut open, his golden body and chalcedony were disintegrating, and his soul was withering.
But he controlled his ultimate seal and moved forward desperately!
However, he saw that Jiang Wang's clothes were fluttering, and he was becoming a cloud with every step.
Suao has already retreated!
The unparalleled mountain-turning sword was withdrawn at the drop of a hat. It really didn't seem like a control that could be achieved without condensing spiritual consciousness. With his last fervent thoughts, he continued to pursue until the green shirt belt. The figure of the wind finally stopped.
Only then did he suddenly realize that he had reached his limit.
The infinitely dispersed Dao Yuan and spiritual consciousness, the constantly collapsing golden body and jade marrow body, he pressed forward with his handprints that had almost lost their power.
Pressing down on Jiang Wang's face.
But Jiang Wang just looked at him calmly, without moving.
Silently….
A circle of red fire spread out.
Zhou Xiong's body, which had been slashed by Yan Yan, maintained its final offensive posture and was destroyed without a trace.
The process of understanding his Samadhi had already begun when Jiang Wang saved people during the previous battle between Yan Po and Zhou Xiong, while using the True Fire of Samadhi to prevent the aftermath of the battle.
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