"Wuna boy, let me fight you."
Feng Lin had a blue face and red hair, and a ferocious appearance. He held two maces and flew forward, very fiercely...
He lost his temper in consecutive days of fighting and won consecutive victories. He captured and killed many generals of the Xiqi Army. This was the time when he was arrogant. Although looking at Nezha's strange appearance, well-equipped equipment, and floating in the air, he felt a little difficult, but he was not afraid.
"Who are you? Zhang Guifang, the leader of the Shang army."
Nezha didn't quite recognize the person. He saw someone approaching him with extraordinary aura, and suddenly stepped forward and asked.
"No, I am the first officer to go to Fenglin. It is not difficult to capture the little boy."
"It turns out that he is just a pioneer. He is boring and winning will be disgraceful. Feng Lin, please call Zhang Guifang out. Don't go forward and die."
"Whoa whoa!"
Feng Lin was so angry that smoke came out of his mouth. This was Chi Guoguo's contempt.
He frowned angrily, shouted loudly, and jumped three feet high on the spot. The two maces were like windmills, and they hit Na Zha with his head covered, causing the world to shake.
"It's just a big move with strength, it's not too powerful." Nezha raised his fire-tip spear high, and the spear was as red as it was dancing in the air. He saw a thousand shadows of fire, and the chill penetrated his bones.
The two of them had a great battle, but neither of them used any spells, it was all about martial arts.
Soon, it became apparent how good each was in martial arts.
Yang Lin looked at it from a distance and thought to himself, this is indeed a famous great god in heaven in the future, the great god of Santan Haihui. At this time, he has just debuted, and he is already extraordinary.
Even if he didn't use his three-headed and six-armed fighting skills, he just held up the fire-tipped spear with both hands, and he had already killed the famous Shang Dynasty general Feng Lin, who was blocking him from both sides. He was sweating profusely. You could tell who had the upper hand at a glance.
Feng Lin saw that something was not good, so he pretended to be defeated and walked away, secretly using his left-handed magic.
Just wait for Nezha to rush forward, hoping to use a spell to defeat the enemy and kill people like he did a few days ago.
He turned around and saw from the corner of his eye that Nezha was chasing after him very fast. He gritted his teeth and groaned. Black smoke rose from his nose, and a red bead the size of a bowl appeared.
Hit Nezha head-on and face-to-face.
Xiqi and Zhang Guifang's troops had been fighting for a long time. Nezha dared to fight alone. How could he not know some of his opponent's methods? When he saw Feng Lin using his magic, he immediately laughed.
"This is a trivial trick, it's broken!"
He pinched the secret with his hands, spoke spring thunder in his mouth, and just drank.
Feng Lin's eyes flashed, his body swayed, and he suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood. However, Nezha's orthodox Taoist techniques broke through the side-sect's soul-attacking techniques, and he suffered a backlash on the spot, making him dizzy.
He can be regarded as ferocious. Although the spell was broken, his ferocity was also aroused. He no longer had any thoughts of avoiding the fight and turned around to fight again.
This time, Nezha became a little impatient and took the time to throw the Qiankun Circle, and it fell down with a crash, as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain.
Feng Lin couldn't block him, so he only had time to tilt his head and hit him on the shoulder. Immediately, his whole body was broken and his muscles were broken into a ball. He fell off the horse and couldn't move.
He was seriously injured and dying.
The generals who followed him were shocked and rushed forward. They risked their lives and lost two lives before snatching Feng Lin back.
Nezha did not pursue him, but became more and more arrogant. He stood at the gate of the camp and challenged Zhang Guifang by name.
"Come on, come on, I heard Zhang Guifang that you know how to kill a horse by name. Try it on me and see if it works."
In the distance, Zhang Guifang could no longer hold back, so she had to accept the challenge. After fighting for a while, she followed Feng Lin's footsteps and saw that she could not gain the upper hand with her martial arts skills. She used magic, but was defeated.
Immediately afterwards, he was transformed into a golden lightning by the Qiankun Circle, and was knocked off his horse. He was seriously injured and could no longer fight.
This time, Nezha then covered up the killing, followed by the generals behind him. There were almost no generals under his command. He defeated Zhang Guifang's 100,000 soldiers and horses. They abandoned their helmets and armor. Countless people fled and knelt down. Countless people were beheaded on the spot.
Of course, the main force still protected the injured bodies of Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin and fled toward the rear camp.
"General, are you going to step forward to help, stop the pursuers, and save General Zhang Guifang and others?"
Yanliu cocked her bow and arrow, her eyes excited.
They followed them to the front line of the battle between Shang and Zhou Dynasties. From the beginning to now, they have not fired an arrow, and their arms have long been so idle that hair has grown on them.
At this time, I am eager to try and show off my skills.
Especially Nezha's ability before was indeed exciting to watch. It was truly a lifetime pleasure to compete with such masters.
All generals have this problem and like to compete with masters.
Don't even think about it. If you really fight against an expert, sometimes you will lose your life.
'Sure enough, it is not wrong for the people of the Shang Dynasty to call the people of Dongyi barbarians. These people have stayed in the jungle for too long, and their barbaric nature has become bloody. They look like they have not been beaten by life. They get excited when there is a war. A single-minded person is not the choice of a good general. '
Yang Lin was thinking this in his heart, but he didn't express it in his mouth.
"Don't worry about them, just hold on to the position and don't let these broken troops disrupt the camp."
Aren't you the commander-in-chief? Didn’t I order my army not to take action to claim credit?
Then don't take action.
If you have the ability, you can block Xiqi's troops and take a look.
Yang Lin looked at it with a smile on his face. Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin, who were seriously injured in the distance, were so angry that they vomited blood again.
He said angrily: "Huang Tianhao, why don't you send troops to save people?"
"Who's calling me?"
Yang Lin looked around and around, but couldn't see where Zhang Guifang was. He saw Aunt Xue burst out laughing.
"If we don't save them, we won't get any benefits. Moreover, we have to worry about Zhang Guifang gathering and breaking up our army in the name of the general. That's not good."
She murmured and analyzed: "However, although they suffered heavy losses and lost six out of ten of the Chinese army, they used the method of strengthening the soil and cutting off the wrists to save more than 30,000 troops. We set up camp here, whether we take the initiative to fight or not, I always helped them.”
At this time, Aunt Xue could understand.
On the battlefield, it doesn't mean that if you don't send troops, no one will attack you.
The soldiers and horses of the Western Zhou Dynasty were victorious at this time. They brandished their swords and spears, and under the leadership of the generals, they charged all the way. Their momentum was unstoppable, and it felt like a god blocking a god and a Buddha blocking a Buddha. They killed Yang Lin all the way. Shen Gong camp, facing the car formation.
Zhang Guifang, Feng Lin and others were carried away from the side, but no one paid attention to them.
"Go back, this road is blocked."
Yang Lin was riding a red flame horse, carrying a fire dragon spear, carrying a mountain and river sword, wearing a gold chainmail armor, and a purple gold crown on his head.
He immediately raised his spear, the blade flashed slightly, and drew a line a hundred feet in front of him.
Xiqi soldiers and horses had just crossed the line when someone behind them shouted, "Shoot..."
The entire sky immediately turned black, and tens of thousands of black arrows rained down like locusts, shattering armor and bones, and swished down.
There were thousands of people on the spot, injured and lying in a pool of blood, screaming in agony.
People call horses neighing...
Xiqi's soldiers and horses couldn't help but hesitate in their pursuit.
Something of a dilemma.
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