"Sure enough, with my current physical strength, the first three of the thirteen fatal shots seem to have no pressure at all!"
"With the breakthrough of the second and third shots, the force value should have improved again!"
"However, the difficulty of each shot will increase with the change of moves, and the requirements for physical fitness and strength will also become greater!"
Ning Fan clutched the Fierce Dragon Soul-Severing Spear tightly and used the first three of the thirteen fatal shots in a cycle. Facing the encirclement and suppression by more than a dozen rebels, Ning Fan seemed to be able to do it with ease!
Of course, having Dian Wei protect him for a week relieved Ning Fan's great pressure and also blocked many hidden arrows for him...
"The momentum of the charge is forward but never retreat!"
"The ambition to be trapped in a battle will lead to death but not life!"
Accompanied by a loud roar, on the battlefield behind the rebels, the Eight Hundred Formation was like a peerless sword soaring into the sky, piercing straight into the rebel square formation and tearing it apart easily. A hole.
"Spear, attack!"
The leader, a black-faced general, raised his broad sword forward. The battle formation of 800 people changed instantly. The warriors charging in front raised their shields, and spears pierced out from them. The rebels had never seen such formations before. Fa, one by one the figures unconsciously moved towards the back!
"Array of four directions, kill!"
The general shouted again, and the battle formation instantly turned into a phalanx. Deep in the enemy formation, his swords were slashed in all directions. Several times the rebels surrounded and killed them, but they were unable to shake the phalanx of 800 people!
Yue Fei's eyes also showed a touch of wonder, "The neatness of the trapped formations, if we look at China, it is probably only comparable to the Wei soldiers from the pre-Qin Dynasty!"
Ning Fan was shocked when he looked at the phalanx that was crossing the enemy formation but was able to maneuver with ease. There were only eight hundred people, but it gave people an aura like a thousand troops, as solid as a rock!
"tread!"
"tread!"
The sound of horse hoofs trampling on the ground sounded from afar, and the next moment, smoke and dust rose everywhere, covering the sky and spreading like a strong wind mixed with heavy rain, making it impossible to see!
"kill!"
With a hoarse cry, eighteen figures suddenly emerged from the rolling smoke, instantly attracting the attention of everyone on the battlefield.
Yue Fei looked at the eighteen men galloping on horseback, and his expression suddenly changed. He seemed to have remembered something, and murmured softly: "According to ancient books, King Yan of the Tang Dynasty Luo Yi had a very terrifying army with only eighteen men. They Wearing cold clothes, a machete on his waist, a mask on his face, and a black scarf on his head, only his eyes are exposed."
"They are also wearing long black cloaks and wearing barbarian riding boots. The riding boots are equipped with daggers. Everyone carries large bows on their backs. Each person carries eighteen arrows. They are also equipped with full-moon scimitars."
"The costumes of these eighteen people are exactly the same as those recorded in ancient books. Could they be the legendary Eighteen Riders of Yanyun?"
While everyone was in shock, they saw the 18 Cavalrymen, waving their hands and pulling out their full-moon scimitars, and rushing towards the military formation. Under a flash of sword light, the rebel formation was instantly overwhelmed, like cutting wheat. It fell down like a piece!
"hiss!"
"Ghosts...are they humans or ghosts?"
"Damn it, where did this evil god come from?"
"There are only eighteen of them, stop him..."
Before a general could finish speaking, an arrow pierced his face directly and he fell straight down.
Among the crowd, Ning Fan's Taotie Treasure Divine Armor was soaked in blood, with minced meat mixed in between the armor's scales, and an evil aura swept over him.
"Whoever surrenders will avoid death!"
Yue Fei suddenly jumped up from his horse, stood firmly on the saddle with both feet, raised his spear horizontally, and let out a loud shout.
"Whoever surrenders will avoid death!"
"Whoever surrenders will avoid death!"
Thousands of fine armors behind them all shouted loudly. Suddenly, the morale of the Chen family's rebel army was in chaos. Now the two armies had only been fighting for half an hour, but the battle situation was completely tilted to one side.
Yanyun's eighteen cavalry formed a human-shaped cone formation and directly cut through the rebel formation. For a moment, no one of the surrounding rebels dared to step forward!
"Down!"
"These people are simply a bunch of lunatics. Damn it, I've had a few lives on my hands, but the evil spirit in these people cannot be cultivated without hundreds of lives!"
"Brothers, the Chen family is planning to rebel, and now we are all helping them!"
"Now the imperial army has arrived, but only five thousand people defeated us. If the main army of the imperial court comes out in full force, how can the Chen family resist?"
"Besides, the generals are already dead!"
One after another, the figures dropped the weapons in their hands on the ground, and then the dots connected into pieces, and the fighting spirit of the more than 10,000 rebels instantly collapsed!
Ning Fan held the Fiery Dragon Soul-Severing Gun, waving his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and the system prompt sounded in his mind!
"Congratulations, Master, the second move of the Thirteen Deadly Spears [Heartbreak] has entered the realm of great success, and the third move of the Thirteen Deadly Spears [Blind Dragon] has entered the realm of great success. Do you want to check the martial arts support page?"
"Check!"
At the end of the battle, Ning Fan's whole body was drained of energy. A feeling of exhaustion instantly hit his body. The cold wind hit his face, and blood gradually solidified on his face.
[Thirteen Deadly Guns]: Acacia (1360/3000)
[Thirteen Deadly Guns]: Heartbroken (780/1000)
[Thirteen Deadly Guns]: Blind Dragon (254/1000)
[Hidden Weapon]: Grandmaster (1002/3000)
[Picking leaves and flying flowers]: Getting Started (5/100)
Ning Fan took a cursory glance, his eyes shining with excitement. Just half a day of hard work was worth more than a month of hard training!
As expected, killing enemies on the battlefield is the fastest way to practice martial arts!
Holding back his excitement, Ning Fan silently clicked on his attribute page. In just one battle, his force value increased by a full 6 points. He went directly from a second-rate general to a first-rate peak, and was only half a step away from the top-level general!
"With a force value of 88, it's just two points away from being among the top!"
"If we follow this progress, it will be a sure thing to master the Thirteen Deadly Spears and become one of the peerless generals!"
"However, in the martial arts, the higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to make progress. If you want to be among the best, it will probably take three to five years. It is really difficult to achieve!"
There was a wry smile on Ning Fan's face, but he was not discouraged at all. A month ago, he could not even defeat ordinary people, but in just over a month, he was able to win the battle in Dian Fan. Under Wei's escort, he swept through thousands of troops and killed dozens of enemies!
Although he is a bit shameless, Ning Fan's progress in martial arts is real!
"The last general, Gao Shun, comes to see my lord!"
Just as Ning Fan was lost in thought, a tall man with a square face strode up to him, knelt down on one knee and bowed respectfully!
This man was the armored general who had just commanded the trapped camp to kill everyone, Gao Shun, the commander of the trapped camp!
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