When the power of martial arts is limited, then the power of other areas must be used.
Such as skill.
Zhao Wujiang put the fingers of his left hand together to perform the sword formula and began to paint in the air.
He was outlining the talismans in Taoism, causing wind and thunder in the heaven and earth.
Compared with relying on the power of wind and thunder from heaven and earth, it is obviously more labor-intensive to use talismans to induce movement.
Without taking a breath, the talisman is drawn.
Countless silver-white thunder arc lights flashed in Zhao Wujiang's hands, gathering more and more, and gradually condensed into a blue-white thunder arc ball. The thunder light continued to collapse inward, and its momentum became stronger and stronger.
The heavy cavalry that surrounded Zhao Wujiang once again moved forward in neat formation, with Dunjia and spears getting closer and closer.
The blue and white thunder light reflected Zhao Wujiang's face, and the wind and thunder blew his long hair away. He was as powerful as the abyss, and slapped the thunder arc to the ground with one palm.
"boom!"
A deep pit with a radius of five to six feet was blasted out of the ground, which was completely scorched black. The arc of lightning turned into a dragon and spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, people were turned upside down.
The legs and feet of the horse ridden by the heavy cavalry were constantly broken by the Thunder Arc Dragon. The horse neighed and fell to its knees. The heavy cavalry on its body fell forward. Although it was holding on to the armor, the spear in its hand fell out. Palm.
The heavy cavalry fell in circles like ripples, constantly crushing the men and horses in front of them when they fell. In a moment, hundreds of heavy cavalry were killed or injured, and the neighing of the horses and the wails of the Japanese people came one after another.
Zhao Wujiang also relied on the power of the thunderball explosion to jump out of the encirclement like he was wearing lightning and stepping on thunder arcs. Then he raised his sword and charged at the crossbowmen or sword-wielding soldiers again.
The strong ones among the Japanese wanted to feed tigers with their bodies to delay the pace and figure of Zhao Wujiang's attack, waiting for the heavy cavalry to find opportunities to besiege Zhao Wujiang again.
Zhao Wujiang's figure is agile and elegant. Even though the strong Japanese people are much weaker than him, he does not fight or fight with all his strength.
He has been using his sword energy to harvest ordinary Japanese soldiers one after another.
Wherever the sword energy passed, these ordinary soldiers kept falling like wheat in a field.
The reason why Zhao Wujiang wanted to kill the small soldiers first, rather than the strong ones or heavy cavalry, was not because he bullied the weak and feared the strong.
But there are nearly 20,000 soldiers and horses. It is absolutely impossible for him to kill them all in a short time. Once they are surrounded and fought, the brave soldiers who are not afraid of death will put themselves in danger and gradually exhaust their strength.
Moreover, the power he used to kill a powerful Japanese warrior who reached the level of Grand Master or Grand Master could kill dozens of Japanese soldiers.
An hour later.
Zhao Wujiang was breathing heavily, standing in the crowd with a sword in his hand, and the Tianjing in his hand was dripping blood.
At this moment, he single-handedly killed six thousand soldiers who were constantly charging at him, and the sword in his hand was still cutting iron like clay.
It was also at this moment that the martial arts masters in the Japanese country were so angry that they kept insulting Zhao Wujiang, and they all said that they wanted to have a duel between warriors with Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang turned a deaf ear, you jump at yours and I'll kill mine.
Without soldiers to replenish their lives, it would be extremely difficult for the remaining Japanese strong men to break through Dongsheng City, and they would be blocked by arrows and stone throws.
Zhao Wujiang's hand holding the sword was already trembling slightly, and sticky blood stained the space between the sword hilt and his palm. He almost couldn't hold the sword hilt once in the process.
Later, he tore off a piece of his clothes, tightly wrapped the hilt of his sword, and has been slashing to this day.
He slashed from the center of Dongji Island to the eastern seaboard of Dongji Island. He killed without blinking an eye, and his eyes were a little dry.
The onslaught of Japanese soldiers continued, and there were powerful warriors and rogues watching eagerly, not giving Zhao Wujiang a chance to breathe, let alone a chance to breathe.
Once a martial arts master of Zhao Wujiang's level regains his breath, he will regain a lot of strength, and it will only be harder to kill him.
Now what these Japanese soldiers have to do is to fill it up with their lives. Even if one life can only take one sword or even half a sword, they still have to fill it up and consume all Zhao Wujiang's energy.
