One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

In the siege of Qizhou, Guo Yi, who had lost many brothers, realized this gun under extreme sorrow.

Facing Zhao Wenqi's Gang Qi Giant Sword that fell from the air, this shot full of resentment went straight up.

The spear that flew out did not directly collide with the sword qi, it spread out and became entangled with the giant sword.

The speed of the giant sword is getting slower and slower, and its power is not diminishing.

This successful spear full of resentment is like a bone appendage, eating away at the giant sword little by little.

When the spear dissipated, the Gang Qi Great Sword had no power left, and after being penetrated by the increasingly dazzling silver light, it collapsed and dispersed.

Rushing out of the frenzied anger, Guo Yi rushed to Zhao Wenqi, and the general in his hand stabbed out unabated.

"Bell!!"

Although he blocked it with his sword, Zhao Wenqi still retreated uncontrollably, and took more than ten steps in a row before stopping.

"It's a good shot."

Zhao Wenqi, who was repulsed, suddenly jumped forward, and slashed Guo Yi in front of him with a sharp sword light, he laughed loudly: "With this gun alone, I haven't waited in vain in the past twenty years!"

……

Perhaps the fight between Guo Yi and Zhao Wenqi was too intense, and under the sweep of the gangqi, the fire that had been spreading unceasingly slowed down a lot, coupled with the heavy snow that never stopped, the fire in the Qi Palace actually faintly had a tendency to be extinguished.

"The heavy infantry is at the front, blocking the enemy's attack, and the archers are throwing in the rear!"

"Snow armor cavalry, attack the Qi army sergeant on the left, and the right forward battalion follow behind, scatter them!"

"Long Tao, take your people to kill me, go to the Yongjun, and ask the king of Guapiyong if he eats melon seeds!"

At this moment, in the Song army's formation, Guo Yu, who was covered in blood, was constantly commanding his subordinates.

When Guo Yu was helped back into the army formation, he immediately ordered to stop the retreat and began to counterattack the Qi army.

With his own father here, Zhao Wenqi no longer poses any threat, and as for the fire, it is about to be extinguished.

Since this is the case, the Song army has no reason to retreat, and annihilating the Qi army is what they should do.

After the initial panic, the Song army had calmed down, and under Guo Yu's command, their offensive became more and more violent.

The Qi army will naturally not be the opponent of the Song army, even if they risk their lives to frantically attack the Song army, they will not be able to shake the Song army in the slightest.

On the other side, Li Hongtu, who was also seriously wounded, was also commanding the Yong army to counterattack the Qi army.

Under the advance of the Yong army, the battle line of the Qi army retreated again and again, and the scope of its activities became smaller and smaller.

The fire gradually subsided, and the corpses of Qi soldiers on the ground became more and more numerous.

It was only a matter of time before the two armies of Song and Yong completely annihilated the Qi army.

……

"Bell! Clang! Clang! ”

The general ordered Tianguo to fight fiercely again, and Guo Yi, whose face was slightly pale, retreated several feet in a row.

Although Zhao Wenqi retreated a little less than him, the sword of luck above his head sank another inch, and right now, it was almost attached to his scalp.

But he didn't see it,

Wu Zi rushed forward, flipped his wrist, and raised a strong sword qi when he landed on the field.

Guo Yi also rushed head-on without evading, and handed over the general's order in his hand.

In the confrontation between the strong sword qi and the brave spear momentum, the two collided together.

Whenever the weapons of the two collided, Guo Yi's face would turn two points whiter, and similarly, the sword of luck above Zhao Wenqi's head would drop a little.

Neither of them took the initiative to retreat, and frantically handed the weapons in their hands like each other, as if they were in an endless situation.

Dust was flying, snow was falling, and the air was overflowing.

"Bang!"

Guo Yi flew out, spun around in the air a few times, and then landed firmly on the ground.

Zhao Wenqi also slipped back a distance, and he slammed his sword to the ground before stopping his retreat.

"Whew, whew."

Guo Yi couldn't help but gasp, it seemed that such a fierce fight was really his first time in 20 years since the siege of Qizhou.

"Heh, heh."

Zhao Wenqi's chest couldn't help but rise and fall, and like Guo Yi, he hadn't had such a hearty battle for a long time.

Whether it's Ma Zhiyuan or Liu Xiaochen, whether it's the masters who have challenged him over the years, or the three previous grandmasters.

None of them allowed themselves to put any pressure on themselves, he was too easy to win, too boring.

Only Guo Yi, only Guo Yi.

In the world, the only one who deserves to let him go all out is the Great Song Army God in front of him!

"Fight again!"

The sword light rose from the ground and slashed straight towards Guo Yi, and on Zhao Wenqi's face, there was a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Hurry, really fast!

This battle is enough to comfort a lifetime.

Guo Yi's body twisted, and once again broke the sword qi, he grabbed the tail end of the gun, and the whole person flew high, and then smashed down with a shot.

The powerful gunpower condensed in the air, and the light shone brightly.

Bye-on!

Zhao Wenqi placed the long sword diagonally on his waist, and the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger.

The cold light flashed, followed by the sky-high sword qi.

He was clearly slashed out by the sword that he had sanctified.

"Bell!!"

The momentum of the gun dissipated, and the light of the sword dimmed.

Guo Yi's body fell out directly, and then fell to the ground.

A carp stiffened, and Guo Yi stood up suddenly. Although he fell a little embarrassed, his face turned a little whiter. But apart from a large gash in his clothes, he was not harmed.

Zhao Wenqi's sword, which could even cut through the sky, failed to hurt him in the slightest.

Zhao Wenqi didn't seem surprised by this result, he was about to raise his sword and rise, but his body suddenly froze.

Zhao Wenqi frowned inexplicably, then lowered his hand and sighed helplessly.

Seeing this, Guo Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "What, have you reached the limit?"

In his sight, Zhao Wenqi was almost already holding the sword of luck. I'm afraid, as long as he draws his sword twice, he will no longer be able to resist the giant sword on his head.

Although he knew that he was not Zhao Wenqi's opponent in his heyday, but beating him like this, Guo Yi couldn't help but feel some emotion in his heart.

is the first in the world, and in the end, he died in the suppression of the Heavenly Dao

Under.

Zhao Wenqi did not deny it, and after he was silent for a long time, he said, "Go on."

Guo Yi tightened the silver gun in his hand.

It's not because of nervousness, but because of Zhao Wenqi's choice.

"Didn't you say you realized two tricks?"

Zhao Wenqi said with a smile: "The success of that shot is amazing enough, presumably the remaining shot will only be stronger compared to it."

"I also have a sword, I want to ask you."

After that, Zhao Wenqi touched the sword body of Tianguo very affectionately.

The blade of the sword roared slightly, like a cry and a complaint.

"I have been invincible in the world for 20 years, although I have not won an opponent, but after all, I have realized a trick and a half. I've been preparing this sword for a long time, so I'll ask you. ”

Zhao Wenqi said loudly: "Guo Yi, do you dare to take my last sword?!"

Guo Yi smiled lightly.

"Blow a few handfuls and let the horses come!"

Although his answer was crude and abnormal, Zhao Wenqi's eyes showed gratitude.

He said no more, and stepped forward gently.

The original terrifying momentum on his body was all reined in, whether it was a strong sword qi or a fierce sword intent, all disappeared.

At this moment, Zhao Wenqi is no different from ordinary people.

He carried the sky and ran in the direction of Guo Yi, and at the same time, the sword of luck on his head began to tremble violently.

Guo Yi pursed her lips.

He also restrained his momentum and stepped towards Zhao Wenqi.

Zhao Wenqi has the last sword, and his horse marksmanship also has the last style.

Watching Guo Yi make the same movements as him, Zhao Wenqi was slightly stunned at first, and then the expression in his eyes became more and more happy.

Two middle-aged men, who looked like ordinary people in terms of appearance and momentum, ran towards each other.

If you ignore the general order in their hands, others will almost think that they are a pair of old friends who have reunited after a long absence.

In fact, they are no different from old friends.

On top of this Kyushu, the only thing they can call opponents, and the only ones who can fight each other are each other.

They are getting closer.

When they were only about five steps apart, the two of them paused at the same time.

Guo Yi picked up the spear and swung it forward seemingly lightly.

There was no gunfire, no gas, and no dazzling silver light. With a simple wave, the action is like a farmer's swing to a bird destroying grain in a field.

Horse marksmanship, fifth shot, disarmouring.

Zhao Wenqi also raised his hand and handed it out.

It's as if the first time he learned to swords, he used his sword to stab the stake in front of him.

It's simple, a sword that goes back to basics.

And at the same time as he drew his sword, the sword of luck hanging high above his head no longer swayed.

The spear and the sword passed by, and the sword of luck fell with a bang.

(End of chapter)