"Uh-huh!"
Cold light passed by and blood splashed everywhere.
"ah......"
Only a shrill wail was heard. The sword-wielding arm of the Zhenguo Army general was severed from his shoulder, and blood spurted out.
He hurriedly jumped back and at the same time circulated his true energy, trying to seal the meridians on his shoulder and restore the wound.
But no matter how he activated his true energy, there was a strange energy at the wound that prevented his wound from healing.
"who is it?"
The general of the Zhenguo Army jumped back thousands of feet, and saw that he had entered the range of Zhenguo Gong's spiritual sense. He felt a little at ease, and his spiritual sense continued to explore around, trying to find the person who cut off his arm.
"No need to look for it, the commander-in-chief is here!"
A figure flashed before the general of the Zhenguo Army, and Zhang San, who looked like a dark iron tower, appeared in front of him.
"Are you the commander-in-chief of the Black Tiger Army?"
The general of the Zhenguo Army shot out a burst of resentment in his eyes and looked at Zhang San opposite.
"It's my commander-in-chief!"
Zhang San glanced condescendingly at the general of the Zhenguo Army across from him, and then his face turned cold: "If you look at me like this again, with one strike, the Zhenguo Army will collect the corpse!"
"You dare to do this to me? Do you know that I am..."
The general of the Zhenguo Army roared hoarsely. He really couldn't figure out who gave Zhang San such courage. A bandit with mud legs dared to take action against him.
You must know that the Zhenguo Army has always been Daxuan's strongest army. The generals of the Zhenguo Army are naturally superior to other armies.
Moreover, he was Fan Jianding, one of the ten generals of the Zhenguo Army under Duke Zhenguo. No one had ever dared to do this to him.
"I don't care who you are, if anyone dares to insult the Black Tiger Army, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Before Fan Jianding could finish speaking, Zhang San interrupted him decisively.
"Master, forget it, I will give him this demon pill..."
The third-level warrior of the Black Tiger Army escaped from the sword. When he saw Zhang San, he felt happy at first. Then he thought that it was because of him that the Black Tiger Army and the Zhenguo Army were at odds with each other. He felt guilty and couldn't help but want to return the demon pill. The idea of suppressing the general of the national army and calming people down.
"Hahahaha, those who know the current affairs are heroes. If you give me the demon pill, I can make the decision and spare you the sin of waiting..."
Seeing that the third-level martial artist of the Black Tiger Army gave in, Fan Jianding laughed proudly and said to spare the Black Tiger Army, but he had already thought about it. As soon as he got the demon pill, he would immediately go to the Duke of Zhen to take it. Book.
"waste!"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang San interrupted him coldly.
"As a member of the Black Tiger Army, when do you need to show weakness to others!"
Zhang San turned to the third-rank warrior of the Black Tiger Army behind him and said: "When I was in Black Tiger Mountain, we only had tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. Facing the imperial court's hundreds of thousands of troops, we didn't even show any weakness."
"Now he is just a general of the national army, and he scares you like this?"
"Not to mention a general of the Zhenguo Army, but the Duke of Zhenguo is here in person. Whatever is right is right, and what is wrong is wrong!"
As soon as these words came out, the people nearby were shocked.
No one thought that Zhang San would dare to be so stubborn and confront Duke Zhen directly like this.
"you you you......."
Fan Jianding's originally proud smile changed drastically, and he was shocked and angry. He pointed at Zhang San with trembling fingers. For a moment, he was speechless by Zhang San's words.
"The boss..."
The third-grade martial artist of the Black Tiger Army was moved. He did not expect that Zhang San would be so tough for his brothers and chose to fight against the national army head-on.
He looked at Zhang Sanwei'an's body with tears in his eyes, and blurted out the familiar name from when he was a bandit.
Zhang San glanced at Fan Jianding coldly, his eyes like blades swept across him, and randomly ordered the third-grade martial artist of the Black Tiger Army behind him: "Let's go."
After being glanced at by Zhang San from a distance, Fan Jian Ding suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. His whole body was cold and his limbs were weak. He stood there like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, not daring to move at all.
"Hmph...trash!"
Zhang San snorted disdainfully, then turned around and left with the third-grade martial artist of the Black Tiger Army.
At the same time, Duke Zhen, who was still thousands of feet away from here, seemed to have noticed the changes here, jumped up, and flew towards here.
Fan Jianding, who was originally attracted by Zhang San's power, felt the aura of Duke Zhen Guo approaching quickly, and the cold feeling all over his body suddenly relieved. His courage, which had been frightened by Zhang San, quickly reached its peak as Duke Zhen Guo approached, and then Seeing that the demon pill was about to leave him, he immediately blurted out: "The Duke of Zhen Guo will be here soon. If you put down the demon pill, I can beg for mercy for you in front of Duke Zhen Guo. Otherwise, I will cut off my head." One arm, and I will pay with my life!"
After finishing speaking, he did not forget to add: "The mud-legged people are the mud-legged people. Even if they are lucky enough to wear military uniforms, they are still a group of bandits..."
Just as he was about to speak, Zhang San, who was already a hundred feet away, suddenly transformed and came to Fan Jianding in an instant. The long knife in his hand quickly slashed out, and a cold light suddenly lit up, with helpless expressions. He slashed towards Fan Jianding at a comparable speed.
"How dare you..."
Fan Jian Ding was enveloped by the killing intent in the sword light, his whole body was cold, his true energy was not flowing smoothly, and his eyes were full of horror.
He didn't expect that Zhang Sanshi would really dare to take action. He thought that the Duke of Zhen was about to arrive, so Zhang San would not dare to take action. Unexpectedly...
"My lord, save me..."
Unable to move his true energy, Fan Jianding's spiritual consciousness was running wildly. He squeezed out a few words from his mouth with difficulty. His face turned pale as he looked at the approaching sword light.
"General Zhang, please show mercy!"
Thousands of feet away, Duke Zhenguo's figure was like lightning, and he flashed out. A pair of fleshy palms quickly turned into giant hands that reached up to the sky and grabbed at the cold light.
"Ah......"
Zhang San sneered when he saw Duke Zhen Guo take action. Instead of stopping, the speed of his sword actually increased a bit faster. A cold light suddenly passed through Fan Jianding's body.
Fan Jianding only felt a cold light pass through his body, but did not feel anything abnormal in his physical body. He thought Zhang San was bluffing, but he still cared about the face of the Duke of Zhen, and said with a proud smile: "General Soldier of the Black Tiger Army, but... ..”
"Well......."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp surge of true energy coming from his body, and then penetrated his three limbs and bones. The severe pain was quickly transmitted to his mind, making him groan in pain, and then his consciousness was wiped out. Drowning in endless pain.
"boom!"
Before he could react, a cold light quickly exploded in his body, instantly tearing his body apart. Blood spurted out and flesh foam flew everywhere.
The person who was still alive just now has been completely reduced to pieces of flesh, and not even a complete organ can be found.
And his soul was directly destroyed in the terrifying sword light, and even the chance of reincarnation was completely lost.
"General Zhang, you are so ruthless..."
The Duke of Zhen Guo was still halfway when he saw the scene happening in front of him. Although Fan Jianding was not very good in character, he was also a veteran who had followed him for many years. Now the Duke of Zhen Guo watched him die in front of him, physically and mentally. How can I not be sad and anxious in my heart?
The giant palm holding up the sky did not catch the light of the sword, and simply shot it towards Zhang San below.
Before the giant palm fell, the terrifying palm wind was already roaring, blowing Zhang San's eyes so hard that he could not open his eyes. The third-level martial artist of the Black Tiger Army was directly pressed to the ground by the palm wind, unable to move.
The land with a radius of thousands of feet was completely covered by this giant palm, and the ground below was pressed down by more than ten feet by the terrifying palm wind.
"Half-step Martial Saint, how terrifying..."
The third-level martial artist of the Black Tiger Army lay on the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, feeling extremely regretful. He only blamed himself for making a powerful enemy for Zhang San because of this demon pill.
You must know that Zhang San's strength at this time is only a first-level cultivation level. Compared with the strength of Zhen Guogong, there is a world of difference.
At this moment, Zhang San circulated his true energy, forced himself to open his eyes, glanced at the giant palm that fell quickly, and said indifferently: "Half-step Martial Saint, so what?"
"I, Zhang San, will not kneel to the sky or the ground. No one except Luo Xianzun can make me bow my head!"
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