Zhao Wenbin did not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. He shouted at Leng Jing: "Don't pretend to be gods!"
"Let's have a good feel to see if it's just a pretense." After Leng Jing finished speaking, several other Leng Jings pulled out their red sabers and rushed towards Zhao Wenbin.
"Haha, who is afraid of whom!" Zhao Wenbin waved the Panlong Spear and attacked Leng Jing like crazy.
Zhao Wenbin activated the debuff technique. Theoretically, the abilities of these cold mirrors will be reduced in all aspects. But in fact, the strength of these cold mirrors has not declined, so Zhao Wenbin is simply unable to parry the attacks of several cold mirrors at the same time.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Several Leng Jing's swords passed through Zhao Wenbin's body one after another.
When Zhao Wenbin saw that he was not injured at all, he laughed immediately: "Haha, sure enough, it's all pretending. All fake, all these people are illusions, illusions..."
Before Zhao Wenbin finished shouting, a red sword pierced Zhao Wenbin's arm.
This sword pierced directly through the bones of his hand. The sword edge passed through his bones, and severe pain instantly swept through Zhao Wenbin's body.
"Ah!" Zhao Wenbin screamed.
But Zhao Wenbin, who was so strong, immediately endured the severe pain, turned the gun head with his other hand, turned around and stabbed Leng Jing.
Leng Jing blocked the blow with his sword, then took several steps back.
Zhao Wenbin glared at Leng Jing angrily: "So one of them is an entity?"
"Yes, the question is, can you tell who the real me is?"
After Leng Jing finished speaking, other Leng Jing ran over and overlapped with Leng Jing. Then several Leng Jing turned around.
Zhao Wenbin kept rolling his eyes, but he couldn't tell who the real Leng Jing was.
"Despicable! Shameless!" Zhao Wenbin shouted angrily.
All Leng Jing suddenly stopped moving, looked at Zhao Wenbin with great displeasure, and looked at each other.
"You have the nerve to call me despicable? Then it's not despicable for you to sneak attack on my transport group?" Leng Jing felt that on the battlefield, soldiers are always deceitful, so there is nothing despicable about it.
"I didn't say I wasn't despicable, but you are even more despicable. No, this is no longer despicable, this is simply cheating. What's the point of using a clone technique? How dare you challenge me in a fair and just one-on-one fight." Zhao Wenbin shouted.
Zhao Wenbin's words are actually a bit unreasonable. There is no fairness and justice on the battlefield. Moreover, if there is a real duel, Leng Jing will not necessarily lose to Zhao Wenbin. It's just that Zhao Wenbin's debuff skills are really powerful, reducing Leng Jing's power, defense, and speed by about 20%.
20% is not a small value. For example, a strength value of 200 is only 160 after being debuffed. The key is that the defense is also greatly reduced, and the speed is also greatly reduced.
Zhao Wenbin was originally a one-on-one general with superb martial arts skills, first-class marksmanship and extraordinary skills. Leng Jing, on the other hand, is just a singer, with limited martial arts skills and relatively little experience. His sword skills were all self-taught based on books and video materials, and were not taught by any teacher.
Under normal circumstances, Leng Jing does not need to engage in close combat at all, and can defeat the enemy by relying solely on his superpowers.
However, today's cold mirror is an anomaly.
"Whoa!" Leng Jing waved his hand, and the rest of the illusions Leng Jing disappeared.
"Zhao Wenbin, I hate people calling me despicable and cheating all my life. Today I will give you a fair fight." Leng Jing said.
Zhao Wenbin was surprised that Leng Jing had lifted the clone technique.
In fact, Zhao Wenbin also understands that there is no justice on the battlefield. But he knew that he couldn't beat Leng Jing's illusion, so he could only take a gamble and deliberately use provocation to provoke Leng Jing. However, what is unexpected is that Leng Jing was actually hit by the provoking technique and really lifted the clone technique.
"Are you...serious? Are you sure you won't use the clone technique anymore?" Zhao Wenbin asked.
"It's absolutely true, come on, let's have a good fight." Leng Jing said seriously.
Zhao Wenbin thought to himself: Great, Leng Jing is too simple. Without the Clone Technique, he can't defeat me at all. As long as I find an opportunity to kill him with one blow, I will win.
"Come on." Zhao Wenbin endured the severe pain in his arm and attacked Leng Jing again.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Zhao Wenbin truly deserves to be a first-class melee general. He fought with calmness despite being injured, forcing Leng Jing to retreat step by step.
"Bang, bang, bang..." After dozens of rounds, Zhao Wenbin found an opening and pierced Leng Jing's heart with a shot.
However, what is strange is that the Panlong Spear only pierced the clothes but did not penetrate Leng Jing's body.
"Bang!" When Zhao Wenbin was surprised, Leng Jing swung his sword and knocked the Panlong Spear away.
The Panlong Spear spun around a few times in mid-air before being inserted into the ground.
"There are no eyes on the battlefield, why are you still in a daze?" Leng Jing raised his sword to Zhao Wenbin's neck, but he did not stab it.
"What's going on? Why are you okay?"
"I have a layer of skin grafted all over my body, and this skin is mixed with black iron water. So if you want to hurt me, you have to attack me multiple times to drain the durability of my skin." Leng Jing said with a smile.
Zhao Wenbin took a closer look at Leng Jing's face. It was perfect and there was nothing strange about it: "Who are you lying to? How could you have given yourself a skin graft? Are you treating me like a three-year-old?"
"In short, my body has a certain degree of durability. If you want to hurt me, just keep attacking me. Go ahead, pick up your spear, and let's continue fighting." Leng Jing said.
Zhao Wenbin was full of doubts, why couldn't his Panlong Spear penetrate the opponent's body? The Panlong Spear has an attack power of 150 and can pierce an opponent with a strength of 300 people under normal circumstances.
Unless the opponent has a shield or defensive physique, it is impossible to defend against the Panlong Spear. This cold mirror doesn't look like a shield at all, and his power can never be higher than 200, especially after being debuffed.
Although there were countless questions in his mind, Zhao Wenbin had no choice. Now, he could only pick up the weapon and fight Leng Jing again.
During the fierce battle between the two...
On the other side, at the top of an electric tower, stood a woman. She is Rias. She came to the Land of Yanhuang again to investigate the situation here under the orders of the blue-haired Li Ming and Lao Jiang Feng.
Rias was on top of the iron tower, staring at the cavalry army in the distance.
These cavalry troops are Zhao Wenbin's Guards, numbering about 50,000. From a distance, they look golden.
However, starting from half an hour ago, all these guards stopped moving, including their horses.
Zhao Wenbin was riding his Rizhao Night Horse. He was motionless at the front of the army.
Rias had been observing them for half an hour, and they had just stayed where they were, eyes dull and motionless.
Not only that, in the past half hour, any other creature that came close to the army became motionless. If a bird flies over the army, it will suddenly freeze and fall to the ground, motionless.
Rias had two followers who had been observing with binoculars. They were also very curious about what was going on.
What's even more amazing is that Zhao Wenbin was motionless. One of his arms was bleeding and seemed to be injured.
The strange thing is that Zhao Wenbin didn't move at all. Why was he injured?
Rias ordered one of the followers: "You, come to Zhao Wenbin and see the situation."
"No, sir, don't do this. There is clearly something wrong there." The attendant said fearfully.
"Go quickly and obey the order." Rias shouted.
"No, please spare me, I really don't dare to go." The attendant knelt down and begged for mercy.
Rias suddenly pulled out her dagger, pierced the follower's heart with the sword, and then kicked him off the tower.
Another attendant saw this and trembled with fear.
Rias turned around and said, "If you don't want to die, just come over here."
"Yes, yes, yes." The attendant jumped off the iron tower and ran towards the Guards.
A few minutes later, the attendant suddenly stopped when he was about 30 meters away from Zhao Wenbin. He kept his walking posture, but was as still as a statue.
Rias was really confused. What on earth was going on?
What is currently certain is that any creature that enters that range will become immobile.
Although she was full of doubts, Rias really didn't dare to get close.
Rias jumped off the tower, found a truck nearby, and threw it in the direction of the Guards army.
A few seconds later, there was an explosion in the center of the army, and thick smoke rushed out.
Rias jumped onto the tower again and looked through the telescope.
Some soldiers had been knocked upside down by large trucks, but they still did not move. These guards and war horses were all wearing battle armor, so the explosion of the truck did not kill them, but only disrupted their positions.
"This is really weird, what is going on?" Rias was puzzled.
On the other side, the scene returned to the boundless wilderness. Leng Jing and Zhao Wenbin fought for countless rounds, both of them panting.
The clothes on Leng Jing's body were torn in many places, all of which were pierced by Zhao Wenbin. Zhao Wenbin only had a few wounds on his body, most of which were scratches and not fatal at all.
Zhao Wenbin asked breathlessly: "What is going on? I have attacked you countless times, why don't you bleed?"
"It's almost time. As long as you work harder, you can break through the defense."
"You...you...you..." Zhao Wenbin glared at Leng Jing angrily.
"What's wrong? Do you want to take a rest? I can let you take a rest."
"Damn!" Zhao Wenbin yelled, "Are you kidding me? You're using me to practice, and you're actually using me to gain experience!"
Facing Zhao Wenbin's scolding, Leng Jing showed a proud smile: "What? Did you finally see it?"
"Your swordsmanship is very routine. It seems that you are self-taught and lack actual combat experience. So you deliberately did not kill me and used me to practice your swordsmanship, right?"
"You guessed it right. I have to admit that your close combat ability is top-notch and I have learned a lot from you. However, there are still shortcomings. One of your hands was injured today and you were unable to fully utilize it. To be honest Yes, how about you become my little brother from now on, and I can enhance my melee combat ability through you."
"Wow! What a shame, what a shame, what a shame. You are using me to gain experience. I want your life!" Zhao Wenbin roared angrily and swung his gun at Leng Jing again.
