It's been a long time since Zhong Wen used this pretentious sword fairy posture.
At this time, he made a meaningless "Sword Technique" with his left hand. The long sword in his right hand was carried behind his back. Under his feet was a huge spiritual bird. Purple air was lingering all over his body, smoke was rising, and his shape was almost incomparable with the legendary sword fairy. Weird, really, you can be as sexy as you want.
"Zhong Shenxian!"
"It's the Bell Goddess!"
"Real immortals are different. Look at this immortal energy, tsk tsk!"
"With the Bell Immortal here, why are you afraid of spiritual masters? Even saints will be killed easily."
"It's really God's blessing."
"If we cannot win this battle, the will of heaven will not tolerate it!"
The officers and soldiers of Daqian below had never seen such a fairy-like appearance before, and they were convinced of Zhong Wen's immortal attributes. There was thunderous cheers near the granary, and the voice of "God bless Daqian" came and went. Of course, it was inevitable that among them Mixed in were a few personal wishes such as "Goddess Bell bless me to marry a wife as soon as possible".
"Does a little guy who is not at the level of a spiritual master want to compete with me with a flying bird and spiritual beast?" Xiao Wuhen sensed that Zhong Wen's cultivation level was not as good as the Heavenly Wheel. Although he was surprised by his youth, he did not let him go. in the eyes.
"Little guy, what this person fears most is ignorance." Once Zhong Wen started to show off, he couldn't stop. He actually put on the posture of an elder lecturing a younger one, "What saints and spiritual masters are just for you ordinary people?" It’s just a name, it’s meaningless to me.”
"That's nonsense."
How could Xiao Wuhen be so easy to fool? He instantly exuded a powerful spiritual aura and pressed hard towards Zhong Wen.
"Huh?"
The imagined scene of Zhong Wen's spiritual power being stagnant, unable to move, and falling from the raptor did not appear. The boy in white was still standing firmly on the back of the bald eagle with a lazy smile on his face, as if nothing had happened. The purple energy lingering around him seemed to be more intense.
Even a man as knowledgeable as General Xiao had never encountered such a situation before. He could not help but be secretly surprised. He was not sure what the other party was doing and did not dare to act rashly.
He is... Zhong Wen?
Xiao Wuqing had already returned to the battlefield when Xiao Wuhen appeared, and he naturally recognized the young man in white who had impressed him deeply in Yuxiao Villa.
What a mysterious guy.
At this time, the army commanded by Xiao Wuhen had already entered. Xiao Wuqing shook his head and stopped worrying about the situation in the sky. He joined the army and rushed towards the granary again.
The Daqian army at the granary was about 80,000 people, while the Xiao family army came with 150,000 people. It was said that there was a huge difference in strength. However, as they fought, the Xiao family brothers gradually felt that something was wrong.
These powerful soldiers seemed to have been beaten to death. They were not afraid of death and would make desperate moves from time to time. They actually completely suppressed the Xiao family's army in terms of momentum.
Once injured, these Daqian sergeants would decisively withdraw from the battlefield and disappear without a trace. When they reappeared, they would become lively and energetic again. They were even more energetic than before they were injured.
In this way, Daqian's forces seemed to be endless and endless. Although they were only half the number of the opponent, they exerted ten times the mental state of the enemy.
In addition, there is another strange thing about these people, that is, if unfortunately their limbs are cut off, when they retreat with the help of others, they will take the severed limbs away with them, with a cautious look, as if they were carrying What is gone is not a broken limb, but a rare treasure.
Something weird!
Xiao Wuhen realized the problem. He squinted his eyes and glanced in the direction of Da Ganjun's wounded barracks. He moved and wanted to go and find out.
However, the bald eagle under Zhong Wen's feet flapped its wings and quickly blocked him.
"Get away!"
Xiao Wuhen no longer hesitated, and swung his right hand forward, condensing a huge spiritual palm that was several times more powerful than before, and hit Zhong Wen hard.
"Young man, why are you so angry? Life is short, you must enjoy yourself in time." Zhong Wen laughed in the tone of an old man, pointing the sword in front of him, "What's wrong with those who fight and kill all day long? taste."
Thousands of golden spiritual swords appeared in the air behind him, and each sword light was faintly surrounded by purple energy, exuding a fierce and compelling aura.
He waved his right hand, and the sword light filled the sky like an arrow from the string. It shot at the huge spiritual palm released by Xiao Wuhen with lightning speed. Every time the sword hit, there would be a "pop-pop" impact of spiritual power. Voices.
Although the spiritual giant palm was strong, it could not withstand the consumption of so much sword light, and finally became useless two feet away from Zhong Wen and turned into nothingness.
"There are some skills." Xiao Wuhen snorted coldly, and was about to take action again when his expression suddenly changed and he shouted an order to the Xiao family army below, "Retreat!"
The original Xiqi guard general commanded the troops very strictly and enforced orders and prohibitions. The moment he issued the order, the Xiao family army, which was originally in an anxious battle with Daqian's army, showed no interest in fighting and began to withdraw from the granary in an orderly manner. Seeing that the opponent was about to run away, Zu Dabin planned to catch up and expand the victory. Unexpectedly, this elite division still maintained a strong combat effectiveness during the retreat. Instead of taking advantage of the rash pursuit, Zu Dabin failed to take advantage. After losing many men, they had no choice but to stop.
Xiao Wuhen's troops had just withdrawn not far away when a figure appeared in the air on the left and right almost at the same time.
"Wind Master."
"Venerable Xi."
"Are you here to help the granary?"
"Yes, Young Master Nangong guessed that the enemy might attack the granary and specially sent troops to rescue him. How did Master Xi know about it?"
"On Xi's side, it was Miss Nangong who heard about Jiang's army's actions, concluded that the granary might be in danger, and suggested to General Xue to send troops to support the granary."
The two venerables looked at each other and read the amazement in each other's eyes.
This Nangong brother and sister are really amazing!
"It's just that we seem to have arrived too late." Master Feng looked at the retreating Xiao Family Army with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Has the Xiao Family Army been repelled?"
"Whose army is this?" Lord Xi looked at the massive and powerful Daqian army near the granary and was confused.
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"Ling'er?" Before leaving, a pink figure in the distance caught Xiao Wuqing's attention.
"What's wrong, Brother Qingqing?" Xiao Yan couldn't help but ask when he saw him stop.
"No, it's nothing. I seem to see someone familiar." Xiao Qingqing's eyes showed a rare look of yearning, "Why did she come to the battlefield? Maybe I saw it wrong."
"Could it be a woman?" Xiao Yan saw his expression and chuckled keenly, "How can a woman make you, the love saint, show such an expression? I really don't know what a strange woman she is."
"She is the only woman in this world who is worthy of me." Xiao Wuqing murmured to himself, his voice inaudible.
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"Are these people from the wounded barracks?" Nangong Yu looked at the 80,000 soldiers outside the granary who were like chicken blood, with a strange expression on his face, feeling that for the first time in his life, he was out of his mind.
"Exactly." Zu Dabin led the troops to save the granary, and felt that he had made a great contribution, and his voice became a little louder.
"How, how is it possible?" A Zhenbei Army general who followed Nangong Yu stared wide-eyed with a look of disbelief on his face, "Where is the injury? Where did it go?"
"He was cured by the bell fairy... the divine doctor." Zu Dabin answered truthfully, calling him the name he was accustomed to, and he almost didn't change his words.
"He cured tens of thousands of people in one breath?" Nangong Yu looked at the lively wounded soldiers in the camp, then looked up at Zhong Wen in the sky, wondering, "How did you do it?"
"I didn't believe it at first." Zu Dabin said with emotion, "But the facts are before our eyes. The medicine he prepared is amazingly effective. No matter how serious the injury is, one sip can cure the disease. Perhaps a doctor who is so powerful can... It’s really possible to single-handedly change the entire situation of the war.”
"Brother, will you also come to rescue the granary?" Nangong Ling's pretty figure appeared in front of everyone.
"Sure enough, did you guess it too?" Nangong Yu glanced at the soldiers behind his sister and frowned, "Why did you only bring so many people?"
"The wounded barracks is right next to the granary. With Zhong Wen here, I can resist him even if I think about it." Nangong Ling smiled and pointed at Zhong Wen, who was still showing off his Sword Immortal pose in the air, "I came to the granary. I just came to the granary. It’s just a precaution. Besides, the front line is tight, so how can we spare so many manpower?”
"Did you know that he could cure so many people?" Nangong Yu was shocked again when he heard this.
"Brother, don't forget, Zhong Wen is from Piaohua Palace." Nangong Ling pursed his lips and smiled with infinite charm.
"With three spiritual masters, a think tank like you, and a peerless doctor like him, the future of Piaohua Palace is really unlimited." Nangong Yu said, suddenly remembering something, "Since the granary is not in the way, Then I have to rush back as soon as possible to support General Yu. When the Jiang family army sees our division of troops, it is very likely that they will take the opportunity to attack the Zhenbei Army."
"Aren't you coming down yet?" Nangong Ling suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.
"Come on, come on." Zhong Wen gently patted the bald eagle's back, and each eagle quickly appeared in front of everyone with a smile.
Seeing him landing, the soldiers of the wounded barracks behind him were quite excited, with a look of reverence on their faces, shouting "Zhong Shen Xian", and many of them were enthusiastic fans who knelt down and kowtowed.
"Having not seen each other for a while, you have become an immortal?" Nangong Ling looked at Zhong Wendao with a half-smile.
"It's a joke, it's a joke." Zhong Wen, who had acted like an immortal just now, felt chills in his back when Nangong Ling saw him, and a flattering smile appeared on his face, "What are your orders, Sister Nangong?"
"You still have a lot of medicine, can you distribute some to the front line?" Nangong Ling went straight to the point.
"Well, the inventory in the wounded barracks is running low..." Zhong Wen showed a look of pain on his face, "It's okay to prepare some more, but the medicinal materials are very expensive. If my small business keeps giving away, , I'm afraid it won't be long before..."
In the middle of the conversation, he caught a glimpse of Nangong Ling's slightly joking eyes. His scalp went numb and he felt frightened. He quickly changed his words and said, "Of course, since my sister is destined, everything is easy to say. I will prepare another ten buckets and eight buckets." , personally deliver it to the generals on the front line."
"That's very good." Nangong Ling finally showed a look of satisfaction on his face, "You just need to prepare the medicine, and leave the transportation to us."
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An hour later, Zhong Wen looked at the buckets of "elixir" being carried into the car by Xue Jiajun and Zhenbei Army soldiers, and felt his heart dripping with blood, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
The Nangong siblings unceremoniously transferred most of the recovered wounded soldiers, leaving only 10,000 people to guard the granary under the leadership of Zu Dabin, transport the "elixir" carefully prepared by Zhong Wen, and return to the battlefield.
The moment the "elixir" arrived at the front line, the entire war situation changed drastically.
