Wu Gen and Zu Yuantong were walking side by side. Looking at this man with a face covered in blood and filled with black energy, he was really surprised. At this time, Zu Yuantong's cultivation level was already at the fifth level, almost one level higher, and the murderous intent all over his body was frightening.
The subordinates behind him have also improved in cultivation. Even if they cannot practice, their bodies are much stronger. The whole body was filled with black air, and streaks of black smoke rose from the body, intertwining with each other, making the people inside it look somewhat shadowy.
Continuous arrows flew towards them, but these people seemed to feel no pain. They staggered, tore off the arrows from their bodies and continued to move forward. Wu Gen discovered that the power of the originally sharp arrows was greatly reduced once they entered the black air. Except for some people who were shot from the front, most people only suffered minor injuries.
What kind of secret technique is this? I didn't expect that this man who usually seems a bit slick and even stingy would actually have such a trick.
"What are you doing here? Why follow us to death?" Zu Yuantong, who was running against the rain of arrows with a sword and a shield, suddenly said.
"I am the governor. Of course I have to keep an eye on you to prevent you from becoming deserters." Wu Gen held up the short card with difficulty, and the holly bird behind him blocked the arrows. Arrows hit the thick shield one after another, as if there were waves of huge waves rushing, making every step difficult.
"I don't want to live anymore, why should I be considered a deserter?" Zu Yuantong said in a rough voice. The black energy coiling around his body was like poisonous snakes swallowing the letter.
"I'm afraid that no one will dig a hole if you die." Wu Gen rolled his eyes at the other party.
"You...did you look down on me in the past?" Zu Yuantong hesitated for a moment, then asked.
"Yes."
"what about now."
"I still look down upon it."
"Why."
"Why should a grown man make me think highly of you if you're still crying?"
Zu Yuantong wiped the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes and said bitterly: "No matter what, I have no choice but to die here today. What meaning does dignity have to a dead person? I just want to be wanton and prove that I am a dead person." Zu Yuantong is also a man."
"Okay, I'll accompany you, and we'll stab a few more of these idiots who only know how to shoot arrows from a distance."
"Okay, then I want to see who can kill more people. A little brat from the Four Realms dares to act wild in front of your grandpa."
"Zu Yuantong, based on your words, if I can survive this battle, I will not be able to kill you or my surname is Wu." Wu Gen cursed fiercely, and a yellow light gradually appeared on his body.
Wu Gen did not mind using his strongest means to show his greatest sincerity to this group of people who were willing to die. Only in this way could he be qualified to stand side by side with them.
Maybe they are just mediocre people, just like Zu Yuantong, who are smooth, timid and worldly. But on this occasion of life and death, he bravely went to death to prove his dignity. Such a feat deserves Wu Gen's greatest respect.
Facing the arrows like locusts, the soldiers of the Northern Army finally approached the cavalry of the Cang family on the left wing and survived the baptism of arrows.
The Cang family's cavalrymen had already drawn their sabers. They were silent for a moment as they looked at the Northern troops, who were either riding horses or on foot, with tattered bodies and an ominous black aura.
Even if the opponent comes to kill him, with more than a thousand people, against nearly 5,000 of his own people, and with the governor personally on the defensive, there is no way the Northern Army has any chance of winning.
"Wu Gen, do you want to shout? We are going to charge." Zu Yuantong shouted as he ran.
"You are Qianhu, you are welcome to shout." Wu Gen held a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, running while searching for the person who had just attacked him in the air.
"Young men, charge with me and kill these bastards in red and green to avenge your brothers. Kill them." Zu Yuantong raised his sword and shouted, taking the lead to charge towards the densely packed cavalry on the opposite side.
"Kill..." These nearly crazy soldiers from the North let out roars that did not sound like human voices. They were like ferocious beasts, carrying thick black mist, slamming into the thick human wall. .
The crazy killing turned into a white heat in an instant, with countless blades of light flying, bringing with them a stream of blazing blood arrows. People's shrill screams, accompanied by the dull sound of horns, caused the flower of life to quickly wither in this green field.
Under the leadership of Zu Yuantong, these northern soldiers launched a frantic attack on the enemy on the opposite side. Some used knives to chop, some used axes to chop. The blows were so intense that even the teeth became sharp weapons. There are no rules or regulations, as long as it can kill people.
Every time one of these soldiers dies, the black energy on his body will be transferred to the still alive Pao Ze. Everyone who receives the gift of black energy is like taking a tonic, with veins bulging all over their body and their aura becomes even stronger. Some couldn't bear it, and the skin on their bodies burst, with blood beads oozing out.
The air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood, and the blood of the soldiers spilled out filled with black gas, turning the battlefield into a red-black hell.
Even though there were few people, the Northern Army's desperate fighting style still caused the opponent to panic for a while.
These people seem to be unafraid of pain and have no idea of fear. Even if they are already dead, they still have to hold on to their opponents. They can only cut off their hands and feet with knives and smash their teeth to separate them.
This is either a human being or a group of wild beasts, this thought arose in the hearts of all the Cang family cavalry. Human nature is always to avoid death in order to survive. Facing these people who are not afraid of death, many Cang cavalry retreated intentionally or unintentionally, and for a while the strict formation became a little scattered.
Wu Gen slashed out with his sword, and four sword energy flew out, killing several enemies in front of him. He wiped the blood on his face and slightly adjusted his energy. Being in such a battlefield, being soaked by the thick blood energy all around, people will unconsciously fight against it, and it is easy to feel tired.
This is why people with high realms are generally unwilling to fight in battles. Precious cultivation is like a stone in the desert, which will eventually be worn away bit by bit by the endless wind and sand.
Therefore, Wu Gen did not use moves like Tianluo. Instead, he used all he had gained in the sword path recently to kill as many enemies as possible with the smallest amount of force.
Pulling out the knife from the eye socket of a unicorn horse, Wu Gen searched for the master who had just attacked him in the air. This person was hidden in the chaotic crowd and might strike again at any time, so Wu Gen had to be extra cautious.
Zu Yuantong was not the case. At this time, he had fallen into a state of madness. He did not care about his own death. He opened and closed on the battlefield where swords and arrows were flying everywhere, just like a wild beast emerging from the cage.
"Come on, cowards, hahaha." Zu Yuantong raised his head and laughed, holding a Cang family cavalry under his left arm. With a twist, the cavalryman's face turned directly to the back of his head.
"Stop being so arrogant." With a roar, a member of the Cang family rushed forward with a long knife. With a twist of his wrist, the sharp blade was flattened against Zu Yuantong's neck.
"Well done." Zu Yuantong seemed to be happy to see the hunter. He threw away the corpse in his hand, jumped up, and struck down with a heavy blow. The sharp sword energy roared and fell on the Qianhu, not only beating him He had to fly out, and the cavalry beside him was also affected. More than a dozen people were cut into two pieces on the spot.
Qianhu of the Cang family looked pale, knowing that they had encountered an unbeatable opponent, so they quickly retreated. But Zu Yuantong refused to give in. He laughed wildly and jumped out with a big knife in his hand, "If you want to run away, there is no way. I will chop you to death, you bunch of melons."
With a click, the long knives in the hands of Zu Yuantong and Qianhu of the Cang family broke into two pieces because they could not withstand the heavy blows from the two of them. Zu Yuantong not only refused to retreat, but instead advanced quickly, hugged his opponent, laughed maniacally, and hit the opponent hard with his blood-stained head.
Bang bang bang, a dull impact sounded. The Qianhu's helmet quickly deflated, his eyes protruded forward due to the squeeze of his head, and blood surged from his mouth and nose. He was actually hit to death by Zu Yuantong.
Hula, the surrounding Cang family soldiers retreated one after another. This method of killing was so cruel and shocking that it made people's hearts tremble.
Time passed little by little, and the fierce battle had lasted for a moment. Wu Gen felt as if his arms were pressed by two boulders, and the originally light broken knife became very heavy.
This kind of battlefield fighting is a great test of one's mental and physical strength. On weekdays, one can probably swing thousands of knives, but here, it feels very strenuous to cut hundreds of knives.
The shouts of killing on the battlefield have become sparse, and many people have died in the battle. After all, the Northern Army has a small number of people. Although blessed by the secret technique, their strength has jumped a lot, but the disadvantage of their numbers is destined to be like the sunset on the dusk mountain, the ultimate glory. There may be darkness after that.
Wu Gen wiped the sweat from his face, but before he put his hand down, he saw a dark shadow flash in the crowd, heading straight for him.
In the flash of lightning, Wu Gen vaguely recognized that the person coming was the master who had just attacked him in the air. This man was very cautious and did not make a move for such a long time. It was only when Wu Gen's heartstrings relaxed and his blood energy weakened that he launched a sudden attack.
Swish, swish, three black figures shot out of thin air beside Wu Gen, one of them was Li Qi, while the other two each wore a smiling mask and stabbed the master who attacked Wu Gen from different directions, as if It's like having practiced it countless times.
"Fowler." The master exclaimed in surprise, and the knife in his hand danced like a sword, protecting his whole body. Not only that, he decisively gave up on Wu Gen and turned around and returned to his own army. As he disappeared, Li Qi and the other three also disappeared again.
Wu Gen let out a sigh of relief. He spent a lot of his spiritual jade to hire these bird catchers. Li Qi hired them. According to the agreement, they were specially used to deal with masters in the fifth realm and above. Under other circumstances, these bird catchers would have ignored Wu Gen's death.
Although the fowler can only kill people, those who can kill will know the means of killing, and they can use it to protect people, as long as they can afford the price.
The lack of high-level combat power has always been the shortcoming of the Fearless Army, so Wu Gen had to resort to such external forces. A force like the Fowler only takes money to do things and will not have any other entanglements. It is a good partner for business.
The battle continued, Wu Gen jumped to Zu Yuantong's side, "Can we still fight?"
"I'm dying, there are too many people, and I can't stop killing them." Zu Yuantong gasped, "I didn't expect that after working hard all my life, today these hundreds of kilograms have to be handed over here. It's a pity that my secret technique, You can really use it today, but you will be buried here with me."
"If I endure it any longer, there's no chance I'll survive." Wu Gen jumped up and killed a cavalryman who wanted to attack him. He had several shocking wounds on his back and was hit by an arrow in his leg. m.
"Who is that old man who attacked me just now? Do you know him?" Wu Gen asked.
"The old Guapi you are talking about is the Cang Family's Zhen Fu Cang Yu, and he is on the same level as you." Zu Yuantong teased.
Woo hoo hoo, the loud horn sounded, and both Wu Gen and Zu Yuantong's expressions changed, which meant that all the coalition forces had arrived and were ready to encircle and exterminate a few of them. Lu Lie's laughter could be heard in the distance.
"Wu Gen, you go, I'm not going to leave." Zu Yuantong said with a bitter smile.
"We can't leave. There are so many masters and so many people, how can we run away." Wu Gen sighed. The bird catcher only paid for it once. I only blame myself for being stingy and only paying once.
"Tell me, am I a coward?" Zu Yuantong looked at Wu Gen expectantly.
"You are a man, a well-known hero in the world." Wu Gen laughed, laughing extremely happily.
In the sky, a cloud came floating. The cloud fell rapidly and turned into a large cloud. Countless raindrops fell from the cloud. The raindrops quickly grew in size and turned into red arrows.
The arrows fell on the coalition forces, and brilliant fireworks appeared on the ground.
Wu Gen grabbed Zu Yuantong, who was almost unable to stand, and said with excitement, "The Yifu Army is here, which means our reinforcements have arrived. Yuantong, we will die. Hahaha."
Some people died, but not completely...
