Zhong Wen smiled slightly, slowly stretched out his left hand forward, and held it flat in front of his chest.
The spiritual thunder flying all over the sky was possessed by an unknown demon. When it was less than a foot away from Zhong Wen, it suddenly turned around and flew back, unceremoniously hitting the Fulong soldier who was controlling the thunder chariot.
"Not good!" General Fulong had never seen such a weird phenomenon before. His expression changed drastically and he panicked. He didn't know how to deal with it for a moment, so he had to shout loudly, "Get away, get away quickly!"
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The thunder cart is huge, and it is not easy to dodge it flexibly. With the deafening roar, dozens or hundreds of spiritual thunder exploded in the Fulong army.
In an instant, there were screams in the military formation, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and from time to time, broken limbs and broken arms were blown up into the sky. Looking from a distance, it was hard to tell whether they were humans or horses, and the dozens of mine vehicles were damaged. A small part of them were gone, and the remaining half were also twisted and completely disoriented.
Several of the thunder trucks were completely out of control. After a random ejection, several spiritual thunders flew towards the transport convoy where Shisanniang and Coral were.
"ah!"
After all, Coral was young. When he saw several spiritual thunders hitting his head, recalling the terrifying scene of the previous spiritual thunders exploding, he couldn't help but scream.
As the most favored prisoner in history, Jiang Yushi's hands and feet were not bound. Facing the attack of her own army, she hesitated a little, but finally reached out to hold Coral's arm, intending to save this kind and lovely girl. As for those powerful generals, they were completely out of her consideration.
If Zhong Wen hadn't removed the spirit-binding rope and Yiyang Finger from her body, Jiang Yushi would have even wished to take action herself, slaughter all the Daqian soldiers and take back the spirit-breaking arrow.
However, before she could use her movements, a series of overlapping shadows suddenly appeared in front of her. Zhong Wen, who was far away a moment ago, somehow got in front of everyone.
"boom!"
He appeared at the perfect position, as if he deliberately used his body to welcome the spiritual thunder. Several spiritual thunder collided with him without any bias, erupting with a loud noise that shook the earth. The dazzling light and shadow instantly dispersed, whitening him. The figure was completely engulfed in it, and the surrounding ground was shaken with dust flying and dented several inches.
"Little thief!"
"Zhong Wen!"
"Scumbag!"
Three soft and sad screams sounded at the same time.
The power of the military spiritual thunder is far beyond the small spiritual thunder used by Tantai Jin. After carrying so many of them, Shisanniang, Hualu and Jiang Yushidu Zhongwen will shed a layer of skin even if they don't die.
Unexpectedly, the bright light receded and the smoke dissipated, but Zhong Wen's figure still stood upright in front of everyone. Silver lines shone on the surface of the purple body, and the hem of his white shirt fluttered in the wind. The spiritual thunder was unparalleled in destruction. The force seemed to be unable to cause any harm to him.
Sure enough it can!
During this time, Zhong Wen took out his spirit pattern pen whenever he had free time, and while running the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique", he wrote and drew on his body. He didn't know how many defensive spirit patterns were engraved on him, and how strong his physical body was. Such a situation was difficult for even him to estimate. At this moment, when he collided head-on with the spirit thunder, the spirit patterns came out of his body and formed a powerful defensive force field all over his body. Not only was he not injured at all, but even the corners of his clothes were not damaged. damaged.
"Scumbag, you're not dead!" A look of surprise appeared on Coral's fair face.
"You said I'm a god, how can a mere mortal weapon hurt me?" Seeing that he wouldn't be hurt, Zhong Wen felt reassured, turned around and said with a smile, "Quick, quick, you stay here, I can't do my best. "
"Take care of yourself." Seeing that he really didn't seem to be afraid of the army, Thirteenth Mother felt relieved and reminded him softly, then directed the convoy to speed up and head towards Liangpingguan.
Zhong Wen waved his hand gracefully, and then he appeared in the Fulong army formation again.
Knowing that the opponent could not break through his defense, he had no scruples and did not even bother to use "Moving Flowers to Replace Jade". He allowed the swords of Fulong soldiers to cut on his body, making a "dang" sound, without any pain in his body, and the long sword in his hand turned over. Flying, countless golden sword lights fell from the sky, constantly harvesting the lives of Fulong soldiers.
"Spread out, spread out!" the leader, General Fulong, yelled at the top of his lungs, instructing the soldiers to spread out in order to avoid being wiped out by Zhong Wen's terrifying spiritual skills.
However, at this time, Zhong Wen has completely let go of his hands and feet, like a peerless god of war. Wherever he goes, he is invincible to those who block him. He does not need to distract himself from defense. All his energy is devoted to the attack. The peerless spiritual skills of the Holy Spirit level With the blessing of "Purple Qi from the East", "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" has terrifying lethality. However, in just a dozen breaths, more than a thousand Fulong soldiers were killed in his hands.
"Hang on, he's only one person!" The voice of General Fulong sounded again. Maybe he shouted for too long and his voice was slightly hoarse. "There will always be a time when the spiritual power is exhausted!"
Immediately afterwards, his eyes suddenly widened as he watched Zhong Wen slowly take out a small bottle from his arms, uncork the bottle, raise his head and take a few pills, and then he flashed and appeared instantly in front of yourself.
"You are a little clever." Zhong Wen said with a smile, pushed out with his left hand, and his spiritual power turned into three dazzling little suns in front of him, heading straight towards General Fulong.
"Arrogant!" Seeing that he was being slighted, the general became angry. He swung out his sword and chopped off Zhong Wen's head.
"Dang!"
Zhong Wen did not dodge, and allowed the big knife to hit his head. Along with a loud sound of gold and iron hitting, General Fulong felt a huge shock from the tiger's mouth, and the big knife in his hand seemed to be chopped on a stubborn rock. Not only did he not It was able to cause the slightest damage to the opponent, but was shaken by the rebound force so that half of the body was sore and numb. For a moment, he was unable to move. He could only watch the three little suns coming towards him, getting closer and closer to him.
"ah!"
The body of this Fulong general was quickly swallowed up by the dazzling brilliance of the three small suns, and a shrill scream came from it, lingering in the air for a long time.
Zhong Wen succeeded with one blow and without stopping, his figure flashed again and soon appeared in front of another group of people.
In this way, his white figure is like a ghost, disappearing and reappearing. Every time he takes action, he will definitely take the lives of a large number of Fulong soldiers. However, the tens of thousands of soldiers on the opposite side use all their strength and various methods, but even one of his No hair was damaged.
With one man fighting against tens of thousands of troops, he seemed to have the upper hand.
Is this the power of gods?
Chen Youliang, who was on the horse in the distance, had eyes gleaming and he was so mesmerized that he could hardly suppress his high and intense mood. If he hadn't been in a hurry to deliver the spirit-breaking arrow, he would have wanted to stop and watch Zhong Wen's battle process carefully.
A brainless fan is gradually taking shape.
From now on, if Zhong Wen tells him, "Shit smells good," I'm afraid he will believe it and think that his previous understanding of shit is not deep enough.
He is so strong!
Watching Zhong Wen's gorgeous battle from a distance, Jiang Yushi frowned, with mixed feelings in her heart. She didn't know whether to feel sad for the tragic situation of Fulong's army, or secretly happy that Zhong Wen could survive.
At this moment, she had a real premonition that the Fulong Empire's chances of winning this war were getting smaller and smaller.
Thousands of Fulong soldiers fell to Zhong Wen's terrifying spiritual skills, but new Fulong soldiers continued to gather around him. After all, he had not reached the realm of the Spirit Master, and the number of golden sword lights was limited. Thousands of people have been killed, but they still can't keep up with the opponent's reinforcements.
Seeing more and more enemy troops surrounding him, Zhong Wen did not panic. Instead, he shuttled through the battlefield very calmly, specifically picking out enemy commanders. Every time he took action, a general would be killed. After a while, Fulong's army actually lost hundreds of important generals.
Gradually, a depressing atmosphere enveloped the Fulong army.
Each team lost its commander and became as chaotic as headless flies. Collisions with each other occurred from time to time, and Zhong Wen's completely unbreakable defense also brought unspeakable fear to all the soldiers. mood.
Is this still a human being?
Looking at Zhong Wen who was invulnerable to weapons, water and fire, the thoughts of the soldiers of the Fulong Empire could not be suppressed.
Fear is like a seed that breaks ground, sprouts, and grows in the heart, and gradually becomes uncontrollable.
"Monster!!!"
When another Fulong Ya general was smashed in the head by Zhong Wen's fist, it wasn't just who shouted first. Among the tens of thousands of troops, some people were so frightened that they turned around and ran away, trying to stay away from the battlefield. , take a break.
If someone takes the lead, others will follow.
Many soldiers with weaker psychological qualities could no longer control their emotions when they saw others running away. They followed the first fleeing person and quickly evacuated the battlefield.
"Come back, come back to me!" A tooth general felt anxious when he saw someone running away, and shouted sternly, "Whoever dares to be a deserter will be killed without mercy!"
Before he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes, revealing Zhong Wen's white figure.
I saw the long sword in Zhong Wen's hand like a sword, like a thunderbolt, the tip of the sword turned into a dazzling light spot, heading straight for his eyebrows.
Flying fairy from heaven!
The tooth general was startled. He kicked his legs and wanted to retreat backwards, but it was too late. He could only watch the sword piercing his eyebrows. His head hurt and he lost consciousness.
In this way, the morale of Fulong's soldiers finally fell to the bottom. Wave after wave of soldiers began to retreat and escape, trying to stay away from Zhong Wen's position. Those generals did not even dare to stop them, for fear of accidentally Popped up and became Zhong Wen's primary target for killing.
In less than a moment, out of the tens of thousands of people who originally besieged Zhong Wen, only less than ten thousand remained.
When hundreds of golden sword lights fell from the sky again, the remaining thousands of Fulong soldiers finally gave up their resistance completely and dispersed with a "boom".
In the blink of an eye, no one of the originally densely packed Fulong army was left. Zhong Wen was the only figure left on the entire avenue.
"No one can hit me!"
He looked up at the blue sky, mouthing classic lines from his previous life, pointing the long sword diagonally at the ground, standing proudly, like an unrivaled ancient god of war, looking down upon the world.
With a Tianlun-level cultivation, one man and one sword could repel an army of tens of thousands, but he himself was unscathed.
Such an achievement will probably be recorded in the annals of history and passed down for generations, becoming an extreme case of the Daqian Empire's victory over the many with less in its foreign wars.
