Chapter Twenty-Three: Military Mystic Techniques
Some people are brilliant, and naturally some people are lonely, and this person is Wang Wuving.
At the beginning, there were many people who complained about Wang Wuving, saying that he was the one who should sit on the position of general. That Guo Yi only hit the big luck in order to gain the recognition of the king of Northern Xinjiang. When it comes to true talent and learning, Wang Wushu is ten streets stronger than him.
However, when Guo Yi led the Great Song Dynasty soldiers to win one battle after another and capture one city after another, the voices in the Great Song Dynasty that originally supported Wang Invincible gradually became quieter until they disappeared completely.
Relying on Guo Yi, the Great Song Dynasty reached an unprecedented heyday, and its territory included eight states in the world. Everyone said that Guo Yi was like a god descending from heaven, praising King Song's wisdom and understanding of people, and Wang Wuving was completely forgotten in the corner.
Guo Yi is still young, but her reputation has reached its peak. In comparison, Wang Wudi, who has reached middle age, has no chance at all.
Just when Wang Wudi thought that he could only be a general in Zhenxi for the rest of his life, until he died of old age, Guo Yi was defeated.
When the entire Great Song Dynasty was shaken by the battle report of Qizhou, Wang Wushu had a strange thought in his heart.
In the first battle of Qizhou, the Great Song Dynasty suffered heavy losses, and urgently needed a person with high prestige to sit in the army, which has stabilized the hearts of the people. Since Guo Yi is dead, isn't this position of a great general...
"That's right, it's Chen Xi!"
Zhao Qingxuan, who was still young, stood on top of the main hall and unfolded the Songzi Wang Banner left by Guo Yi, and his immature voice was full of solemnity that there is no longer there.
"Although the general is dead, this banner is still there! Since he chose to hand it over to General Chen before leaving, we should naturally trust the general's judgment. Determination has been made, don't say anything more! β
The young king, with the flag in his hands, and the heavy seal of the general, handed over to the elegant young man, who was not much older than him.
That was the second time that Wang Wushu had missed the position of a general, and this miss was twenty years.
It can be said that these two times were because of Guo Yi, if it were not for him, Wang Wudi would have become the leader of the military attachΓ©s of the Great Song Dynasty.
Today, he is approaching his old age, and although Chen Xi's new death has made the position of the general vacant again, he can no longer take a step forward.
Now, when Wang Wushu meets the son of the man who has made him waste for twenty years, where will there be good words.
"No matter how powerful the mouth of the last general is, it can't be compared to the old general after all."
Guo Yu grinned and said: "General Zhenxi is old and strong, nearly eighty years old, and he still thinks about 'going into battle to kill the enemy and galloping on horseback', which really makes the last general admire." β
For Guo Yu's praise, Wang Wudi just snorted coldly, he first looked down at Wang Rong, who was kneeling on the ground and couldn't see his human appearance, and then said in a deep voice: "My grandson, but you beat him?" β
"Well, this grandson was beaten by the last general."
Guo Yu smiled: "But it's no wonder to me, it's all his own doing." β
"Take the old man's big knife!"
As soon as Wang Wushu raised his hand, two people behind him walked out of the ranks of the Wang family's guards who followed him.
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The two of them carried a gold-backed broadsword on their shoulders, which looked very difficult, and it was obvious that the weight of this knife was extremely heavy. Under the sunlight, the broadsword couldn't help but shimmer with dazzling golden light, and at a glance, it was clear that it was not an ordinary thing.
Wang Wushu lifted the golden knife with one hand, and a strong power emanated from him, and the fierce aura became stronger and stronger, almost making others breathless.
Under the rising sun, the old man stood with a knife in his hand, domineering.
Seeing him like this, Guo Yu raised his eyebrows, "General Zhenxi, this is..."
"The children of the Wang family, how can you allow others to be bullied."
Wang Wushu picked up the golden knife and smashed it on the ground, and shouted with full anger: "Take out your silver spear." Since the old man didn't have a chance to compete with Guo Yi back then, I will help him discipline his son today! β
Hearing Wang Wudi's words, everyone present was taken aback.
What does this mean?
Wang Wushu wants to fight Guo Yu?!
Guo Yu said with a smile: "The old general is not afraid of being infamous for bullying the old man like this?" β
"Don't talk nonsense."
Wang Wushu shouted: "It's difficult, the tenth in the dignified martial arts review, and I'm afraid that I, an old puppet who can only play twice, won't be able to do it." β
Feeling Wang Wudi's strong aura, Guo Yu's eyes gradually filled with solemnity.
The stinky old man in front of him, judging from the momentum exuded from him, turned out to be a master of entering the high realm. Even if he can't compare to Liu Xiaochen, his strength will not be much inferior to Shi Yi.
And relying on the blind cat to meet the dead mouse, he used a shot to repel Zhao Wenqi by half a step, so as to obtain the tenth martial arts evaluation, how could he be his opponent.
This martial arts review is a real fucking pit.
Guo Yu, who thought that he would be invincible except for the first nine, did not expect to run into a nail here.
For a while, Guo Yu found himself in that dilemma.
What to do, to fight or not to fight?
If you don't fight, you'll finish pretending, and if you retreat at this time, won't you be very faceless?
But if you fight, there is a chance that you can't beat it, and then you will be beaten by the old man in front of you who is four times the age of yourself, isn't it even more embarrassing.
Guo Yu put his right hand behind his back and said with a smile: "General Zhenxi is too old after all, if the last general can't hold his hand and accidentally hurts the old general, it will be a sin." β
As he spoke, he kept gesturing with his right hand behind him.
"Eh, Xiaolonglong, look?"
The sharp-eyed Lu Xiuqian quickly noticed Guo Yu's movements, and immediately pulled Long Tao and asked: "General Guo's index finger and middle finger are together, shaking back and forth, up and down, the movements are getting faster and faster, and they all give birth to afterimages." Is he sending us a message? β
When Long Tao heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at it for a long time, shook his head and said, "No, no, General Guo is brewing a killing move, and he wants to defeat that stinky old man with one blow." β
"Killer move, what killer move?"
"You don't understand that, do you?"
Long Tao smiled, "When I was in Sancheng, I used to pull... Go and challenge Guo
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General, as a result, General Guo didn't even have a weapon, so he beat us both into grandsons. During this time, he even knocked my steel knife off with one finger. β
"Is that so?"
Lu Xiuqian exclaimed: "With a physical body, how can you compete with a sword? No matter how high the realm is, this meat will not become hard. β
"Yes, I thought so at the beginning, and I even deliberately asked General Guo afterwards, but General Guo said that this was a secret technique he learned from his father."
"Military mystic skills?!"
"Yes, military mystic skills, according to General Guo, this style is called..."
Long Tao's eyes were distant, and his tone was meaningful, "The hand of God." β
Hearing this, Lu Xiuqian exclaimed, "The Hand of God... It's such a domineering name, and it must be extraordinary when you think about it. β
"That's natural, the general can use his fingers to open the sword before he has advanced to the top of the ranks. Now that the realm is complete, its power will inevitably increase exponentially. β
Long Tao said confidently: "Look, General Guo's speed has become faster again, I want to brew for a while, and wait for the next move, it is estimated that it will cause the wind and clouds between heaven and earth to change." And General Guo's words are probably also reminding the old man to be careful, so that he can retreat. If not, he will move his hand later, and if he can't control it, he may be poked in the head with one finger. β
"It is worthy of the hand of God, and it is really fierce."
Lu Xiuqian nodded again and again.
Similar to the conversation between the two of them, it gradually spread among the scattered city army, and the expressions on their faces became more and more excited, if it weren't for the fact that the old man on the other side was too special, they would almost have shouted.
Listening to the conversation of the armor behind him, Lu Bo frowned slightly in confusion.
The Hand of God?
Why hadn't he heard of it?
Could it be that General Guo really left a killing move that was more powerful than the one he had ever seen?
After thinking for a while, Lu Bo nodded silently.
Maybe it's true.
Lu Bo looked up at the figure not far ahead that was still calm and calm in the face of the master who had entered the high realm.
When I first met, Guo Yu was just a little-known rebel general of the Qi army, and his realm was not even a tiger.
However, this is the kind of him who can block the sneak attack of himself in the realm of potential.
Subsequently, every time he said goodbye, Guo Yu would be a little stronger.
In the Beida camp, he has used spearmanship to enter and exit the situation, and he has lost both sides in the city.
Tianwei Guan fought twice, the first time he repelled himself with a shot, and the second time he directly defeated himself in the middle of the situation.
In just a few months, he has gone from an unknown person to the tenth in today's martial arts evaluation, and can even shake the first in the world head-on.
Such Guo Yu, what is impossible.
Thinking of this, Lu Bo shook his head and smiled, and he asked with some curiosity: "General Chen, what is the power of General Guo's divine hand?" β
"The Hand of God?"
Chen Jianzhao, who looked a little absent-minded, raised his head and wondered, "What hand of God?" β
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