In front of the carriage, the bald man smiled evilly and stretched out a finger, shaking it at the leader. He wiped the wound on his arm with his hand, and the sword wound healed without any treatment.
The leader was startled for a moment, shook his head mockingly, and turned back to chop down the two heavy riders who were trying to come to the rescue.
At this moment, there was a loud noise in the sky, and countless brilliance fell like fireflies. Everyone hurriedly raised their heads to watch. The illusion of bluebirds and crows fighting in the sky gradually dimmed, as if they were evenly matched and had exhausted their fuel.
The aloof blue bird and the fierce crow actually chose to die together.
In the sky, two black and red cloud bands, pulling long trails, collided heavily. Amidst the roar, sparks flew everywhere, and the light was bright and gorgeous.
The leader frowned, his face looked a little ugly, and he seemed to be in pain, and the arm holding the sword was trembling slightly. The disappearance of the crow illusion has obviously affected itself.
When the old man holding the token saw this, he was about to turn around and attack, but the drums stopped and the heavy cavalry began to stagger again, being restrained by the cries of other crows in the sky. In desperation, he could only beat the drum while nervously paying attention to the battle situation beside the carriage.
The leader looked at the strong man blocking the car like a stone wall and frowned slightly. How could he catch the woman in the car without breaking through this barrier.
Slowly raising the Mo sword, the tip of the sword pointed at the strong man. The next moment, the place where the leader stood sank more than a foot, and the man had disappeared. When he appeared again, the tip of the Mo sword was already in front of the strong man's chest.
The long sword pierced the chest of the strong man, but the feeling was as obscure as before, like piercing into gravel, and the further back, the gravel became tighter, stopping the sword from moving.
The leader was slightly surprised. What kind of magic did this strong man possess? He could turn his own flesh and blood into sand, and his regeneration power was so strong. As a result, it is almost impossible for existences such as swords to cause substantial harm to it.
Reluctantly, the leader avoided the strong man's attack, fluttered like a butterfly, and stabbed at the strong man's vitals. No matter how powerful the magic is, it has a limit. As long as it exceeds this limit, it will be difficult to withstand the damage.
Although the strong man was tall and strong, he eventually lost his flexibility. Under the fierce attack of the leader, his whole body was soon covered with wounds.
As time passed, blood trickled down from some wounds. It was obvious that the protection of the alien technique had reached its limit. If this continues, the strong man will fall on his own without the need for the leader to attack again. Even so, the strong man still protected the carriage like an iron tower. In addition to dealing with the leader's attacks, he also had to deflect arrows that hit the carriage from time to time.
The leader attacked again. The strong man wiped the blood from his face, roared and struck out the giant ax in his hand. The ax was so powerful that a flash of fire flashed wherever it passed. The huge air wave carried the sand and gravel, roaring and crashing into the leader.
Seeing the fierceness of the attack, the leader crossed his arms and retreated quickly, protecting his face. Suddenly, the ground cracked open beneath it, and a huge fist made of sand emerged from the ground and hit the leader hard.
Caught off guard, the leader was hit like a projectile and flew straight out. His body hit the ground heavily, and a deep pit appeared on the ground.
In the dust, the leader walked out of the pit, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that a stupid guy like you is actually an earth attribute, and you have such a method, you are careless." He coughed. After two sounds, the leader's throat felt so sweet that he finally couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of blood.
"Come again, as long as my blood is not drained, you will never hurt this noble man." The strong man was covered with bruises, but he still stood firm.
"Okay, then I will fulfill your reputation of loyalty." The leader chuckled. He had clearly felt that the strong man could not hold on for long.
The strong man punched the ground, and huge fists continued to rush out from the ground beside the leader. The sword in the leader's hand was sharp, and when he slashed down with the sword, his fist shattered with a bang.
The two of them had been fighting for a long time, both of them were exhausted. Especially the strong man, his body is swaying and his energy and blood are exhausted.
At this time, the remaining heavy riders saw that they were unable to participate in the fight between the two, and took aim again at the other somewhat depressed Crow-Faced Men. Xiang Qi raised his sword high and kept beating his chest. The other heavy riders also imitated his actions.
"Kill, kill, kill." The shouts of more than a dozen people actually overwhelmed the roar of crows and tigers. An invisible breath escaped from Xiang Qi and floated towards the other heavy riders. The other heavy riders also exuded similar auras, gradually connecting with Xiang Qi.
The people present clearly felt that these heavy cavalry were different, but what exactly was different was unclear. It's like pieces of iron sand condensed into a sharp blade, and this sharp blade is conscious.
The leader also felt the changes in the heavy cavalry, and his expression changed drastically. This was the first time he felt panic since the battle. It's not that they are afraid of their own safety, but that the crow soldiers they have worked so hard to cultivate may be strangled to death.
Glancing at the strong man who was kneeling on one knee and at the end of his crossbow, the leader secretly exerted his strength. Black mist suddenly surrounded him, and black flames rose from the ink sword. "Die." Following the words, the leader jumped up high, He slashed at the golden-faced strong man.
The sword edge fell, and the strong man was unable to fight back. He glanced at the carriage with some guilt.
There was a loud noise, and a long red sword stretched out from behind the carriage and took the sword's attack. The leader's arm felt sore and numb. He looked up and saw a man with a red light on his body. He held a knife in one hand and blocked his fatal blow.
This person was Zhang Yuan who had returned from reconnaissance. Seeing the strong man's life hanging by a thread, he rushed out to block the opponent's decisive blow. At this time, Zhang Yuan looked completely different from his usual appearance. His blood was steaming, his face was vicissitudes of life, and there was a shadow covering his body.
Looking closely at his eyes, there is a distant feeling, as if someone has crossed the river of time and is looking at the present life from thousands of years ago.
"Who are you?" The leader put his sword at his side and asked in a deep voice.
"Zhang Yuan, the Xiangjun of Baoan County, Zhao State." Zhang Yuan replied calmly with a hoarse voice.
What the hell, this is Zhang Yuan. Wu Gen and Sha Chui, who had followed him back, looked at each other. When did this old stick man retain such a skill? Wu Gen always regarded Zhang Yuan as an eldest brother. He was mediocre in military force and only rose to the position of commander through hard work.
But today Zhang Yuan seems to be a different person. What does it feel like? It is thick, like a statue in a temple. Over time, it has its own charm and majesty.
Wu Gen thought that it would be difficult to defeat Zhang Yuan in this state. Not to mention force, the majestic and profound sense of oppression made me a little timid.
The leader also felt the power of Zhang Yuan, "I never thought that there would be someone like you in the small Xiang army. I really miscalculated today. It turns out that he is a hero without asking where he came from. There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the countryside."
Do you have to stop me today, for the sake of this noble person who usually towers over you? Is it worth risking your life for a coward hiding in a car like this? "As he spoke, he pointed his sword at the carriage.
"My Zhang family has been guarding the border for the Zhao State for a hundred years, and I am loyal to the Zhao State. Since she is a noble of the Zhao State, I cannot allow you to kill at will. It is useless to talk more. Please see the truth." Zhang Yuan raised the saber in his hand.
This knife is a common equipment in the military. Almost everyone has one. It can be said to be extremely common. But now in his hand, the blade was stained with a layer of red, filled with murderous intent. It can be seen that in swordsmanship, the most important thing is the person, not the weapon.
"Okay, then let me learn your sword skills." The leader raised his long sword flatly to his side, and his face looked a little strange under the black flames.
The two disappeared at the same time and reappeared in the air. The swords clashed and sparks flew everywhere. The two looked at each other silently, their eyes burning like fire, but they refused to give in to each other. With one blow, Zhang Yuan and the leader flew in opposite directions.
Zhang Yuan held the knife on the side of his head with both hands, his face was solemn, and his face was gradually covered with a layer of red. The opponent is very strong, and there is a strange power between his attacks. This power is transmitted to himself through the knife, and his blood energy is slightly disordered.
Just as he was about to attack again, he saw the leader quickly sweep back and run towards his crow soldiers.
It turned out that Xiang Qi had already led his heavy cavalry towards the crow-faced man at this time.
At this time, the heavy cavalry, more than a dozen people, was like a whole body, and its strength was several times greater than before. Such a miraculous blessing, coupled with the fact that the Crow-Faced Man had not fully recovered at this time, the heavy cavalry was like a hot knife cutting through fat, overwhelming the Crow-Faced Man's formation in one fell swoop. Under the flash of cold light, opponents fell to the ground wherever they went.
Seeing his men being slaughtered, the leader was so anxious that he no longer cared about Zhang Yuan and wanted to withdraw and return to rescue him.
The strong man leaning on the carriage said at this time: "I'll trap him." As he spoke, he inserted his hands into the soil, his eyes widened, and the blood on his arms gushed out like a spring, seeping into the sand under his feet.
The ground trembled, surging like water waves, and cracks appeared. Around the leader, stone walls as solid as gold and iron appeared, rumbling around him.
The leader sneered and jumped out. The strong man stepped hard with his left foot, and a stone slab several feet in size flew up from the ground, flew to the leader's head and pressed it down heavily. Suddenly dust flew up, rocks flew through the air, and the leader was knocked down.
The stone wall squeezed towards the middle, the sound of hitting came from inside, and deep sword marks appeared on the wall.
The strong man's forehead veins were exposed, and his hands were struggling to move in the soil. The stone wall twisted and wrapped around the leader like dough, forming a huge stone mass.
"Crack, click, click..." Cracks appeared on the stone mass, and black air seeped out of them. With a bang, gravel flew everywhere, and the leader jumped out, his bun messed up. As soon as he landed, something suddenly wrapped around his feet.
A long tongue was seen sticking out of the soil, firmly binding the leader's legs and feet. Immediately afterwards, countless prismatic stone bullets flew out from the soil and shot towards the leader.
As soon as they reached the leader, these stone bullets exploded. Caught off guard, the leader was blown up, and his black clothes shattered, revealing the huge crow's head tattoo on his chest.
Before the leader could react, a big hole appeared in the ground, and the long tongue pulled him down into the soil. Once it was buried in the ground, the entrance to the cave was sealed, and the leader was actually buried underground.
The strong man beside the carriage was overjoyed and pressed his huge palm on the ground. Where the leader disappeared, the ground quickly became as hard as iron.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief and finally sealed this man underground. Although they didn't know whether he was alive or dead, they could use this opportunity to kill all his men. As for the crows all over the sky, it shouldn't be a problem with the black tiger supporting them.
At this point, the ground trembled, and cracks appeared on the ground. Suddenly the ground exploded, and the leader's figure appeared again, saying angrily, "How dare you, little thief." The long sword swiped hard, and the long tongue wrapped around his body was cut off. The sword's energy did not diminish, and it slashed towards the ground, passing by There, a deep ravine appeared.
Wu Gen, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, took a breath of cold air and felt a burst of pain in his body. It would be so painful to have his tongue cut off.
A man emerged from the ground in the distance. It was the thin man who showed off his long tongue to Wu Gen that day. I saw it retracting its long tongue, sucking it for a while, and when it stretched out again, the long tongue was intact as before.
"Hey hey hey." The thin man squatted on the ground and laughed a few times. He was completely fine. Apparently the sword energy didn't hit the vital point. He turned around and jumped, and disappeared into the ground again.
The leader no longer wanted to fight anymore. He stretched out his hand to receive the attack from Zhang Yuan who was following him. Using the force of the counterattack, he jumped back to the crowd of Crow-faced Men.
Looking at his scattered men, the leader looked angry and reached out to take out a conch from his arms.
