"Don't mess up, stabilize the position!" Guo Yu shouted in a deep voice: "The heavy armor army is in front, the spear team is approaching from both wings, Zhao Wenqi has been seriously injured, and he can't hold it for long!"

"No!"

The heavily armored foot soldiers of the Song army, who were originally suppressing the Qi army, turned in the direction where Zhao Wenqi was rushing after hearing Guo Yu's order.

Guo Yu frowned tightly.

Unexpectedly, in the end, Zhao Wenqi rushed into battle.

Fang Cai's own father and him fought earth-shattering, although he couldn't see clearly, but judging from the sword of luck that suddenly fell in the air, it was obvious that his father had won.

But why is Zhao Wenqi not only not dead, but still able to rush into battle? Damn, is that sword of luck fake?

The matter has come to this point, it is useless to think too much, Guo Yu can only mobilize the army to resist Zhao Wenqi.

"Cheap feather, I'll go."

Chen Jianzhao, whose face was still pale, spoke: "Although my injuries are not light, the injuries on Zhao Wenqi's body will only be more serious at the moment."

"Hmm." Guo Yu did not refuse.

Feeling the unsettling true qi in his body, he pursed his lips, "Be careful, don't run away with a single slash." ”

……

Leaning over to dodge a flying sword of luck, Zhao Wenqi looked coldly at the Song army armor soldiers around him.

If he were a genius, he only needed a sword to carve a way through the ten thousand armies.

Even twenty years ago, these Song soldiers were just like chickens and dogs to him.

But right now, he has to suppress the dead qi in his body, and he has to always pay attention to the sword of luck that keeps flying behind him, and his strength is naturally greatly reduced.

Even if he repelled the dozens of armor soldiers in front of him, there would soon be a new Song army from the rear.

The army comes and goes freely, and it seems to have become a difficult thing for Zhao Wenqi now.

A sword split the shield array in front of him, and Zhao Wenqi, who had just rushed into it, saw countless iron spears and knives handed towards him.

His body shook, and the sword qi rushed in all directions with him as the center.

The screams were loud, and the Song soldiers who surrounded them were shocked by the sword qi and flew back.

Probably mobilizing the qi machine to trigger his injury, Zhao Wenqi couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood directly.

And at this moment, the sword of luck behind him flew again.

Zhao Wenqi forcibly twisted his body, although he avoided the vital point, he was still cut several bloody cuts on his body.

Today's Zhao Wenqi has a big hole in his chest, right foot, and thigh, and the scars on his body are even more innumerable.

It's hard to imagine that he, who has become a bloody man, is still so majestic, stopping tens of thousands of armor soldiers by himself, and defeating all the masters of Song Yong's army with one sword.

This number one in the world seems to have come to an end.

The heavily armored infantry in front of them once again held a large shield to form a formation, and the spearmen on both sides also raised their spears and pressed towards Zhao Wenqi.

They were naturally very afraid of Zhao Wenqi, but the hatred in their hearts drove them to keep moving forward.

From Qi'an, to Tianwei Pass, and then to today's Qi Palace. The Song people who died in the hands of Zhao Wenqi have long been uncountable.

"Kill!"

The Song army shouted in unison, and the pikemen on the left and right went to kill with their guns.

Zhao Wenqi swung his sword, and the arc-shaped sword qi rippled out, and the guns on both sides were suddenly chaotic, and the formation of the heavy armored army in front of him began to become unstable.

His long sword rose again, and the sword light rushed straight out, rushing the shield array in front of him in all directions.

And just as he stepped forward, three more flying swords shot out.

Zhao Wenqi spun around, and while his body rushed forward, the sky in his hand met the flying sword of luck.

Under the bright sword light, the flying sword collapsed and scattered, and Zhao Wenqi, who fell to the ground, staggered.

A large stream of blood spilled from Zhao Wenqi's body, and a strong feeling of dizziness came, and he almost fell to the ground.

The surrounding armor soldiers held shields and headed towards Zhao Wenqi, and many people grabbed steel knives and slashed directly at him.

Seeing that Zhao Wenqi was about to die under the chaotic sword, the powerful sword qi poured out from him again.

In the midst of a wail, Zhao Wenqi took another step.

"Yan Yun, come out!"

Because they were in the city, they couldn't exert their strength, and at this moment, the black-armored knights who dismounted and acted as infantry appeared in front of Zhao Wenqi's eyes.

Wang Ziwei, who exuded terrifying might, stepped out with his gun, and the black and oppressive Yanyun armor stepped forward at the same time.

Zhao Wenqi snorted coldly and greeted himself.

Countless iron spears stabbed straight in, and Zhao Wenqi, who was about to draw his sword, suddenly felt several breaths coming from behind him. In desperation, he held a handed spear in his left hand, shook it in front of him, and swung the long sword in his right hand behind him.

With Zhao Wenqi's movements, most of the iron spears were swept away by him, and a few were dodged by him. And as he swung out a sword, the sword qi and the sword of luck collided again.

How could the sword of luck descended from the sky be ordinary, although it was all swept away, Zhao Wenqi's face became more and more pale.

"Poof!"

Thin and long, like a riding spear of ink-colored bamboo, it pierced directly into Zhao Wenqi's abdomen.

Just when Zhao Wenqi's breath was unstable, Wang Ziwei actually succeeded directly.

Obviously, Wang Ziwei didn't expect his shot to go so smoothly, and just as he was stunned, a cold light suddenly lit up in front of him.

As the leader of Yanyun's left cavalry, Wang Ziwei's skills are not bad, and at the last moment, he hurriedly pulled out his spear and blocked it in front of him.

"Bell!"

Wang Ziwei's body flew backwards, and Zhao Wenqi, who raised his long sword, took advantage of the stunned Song army soldiers nearby and rushed forward.

"Stop him!"

Countless armor soldiers surrounded Zhao Wenqi, who was walking away with his sword, and Zhao Wenqi rushed forward while constantly swinging his sword to repel the surrounding Song soldiers.

From time to time, the flying sword fell from the sky, cutting scratch after scratch on his body, and some of the ones he completely dodged would blow a crater in the ground.

The gravel slapped on Zhao Wenqi's body, and this pain was imperceptible to him now.

Song Jun became more and more dense, and Zhao Wenqi understood that he was getting closer and closer to that person.

A long knife suddenly crossed in front of him, Zhao Wenqi raised his head, and turned around to see the young man in the realm of the grandmaster.

Chen Jianzhao didn't say a word, picked up the Taiping and slashed forward.

"Bell!"

Zhao Wenqi raised his sword and held it.

Fortunately, although he was seriously injured, the young grandmaster was not much better.

"It seems that it is really fate."

Zhao Wenqi's pupils shrank, and the bloody halberd poked out from the side and went straight to his heart.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and behind him, five swords of luck flew at the same time.

The sword qi burst out, and the blood splattered.

Chen Jianzhao frowned and fell to the ground, while Ma Zhiyuan grabbed the blood-stained iron halberd and retreated a few steps, seeing that Zhao Wenqi pulled away, and there was only a pool of blood left on the ground, he sighed quite unwillingly.

Zhao Wenqi, who was cut through the flesh by Ma Zhiyuan's iron halberd and pierced by two swords of luck at the same time, gritted his teeth and moved forward.

The flags crackled in the wind, and the Song army shouted endlessly.

Zhao Wenqi walked forward with messy steps.

The qi gradually stagnated, the true qi and blood continued to drain, and the dead qi spread.

All of this reminds him that he has reached his limit now.

Zhao Wenqi raised his head, and in front of him was the young man covered in blood like him.

Under the banner of the Song character, Guo Yu was standing with a gun in his hand.

Fighting up his strength, Zhao Wenqi opened his legs and ran in stride.

"Boom!"

The familiar voice sounded from behind, but at this time, Zhao Wenqi was powerless to stop it.

Zhao Wenqi's arm was raised, and the long sword in his hand that had followed him all his life was trembling.

The air flowed, and blood splattered.

The sword qi and the death qi burst out at the same time.

The long sword was raised above his head, and he saw that Zhao Wenqi was about to swing the sword that was bound to be powerful.

Guo Yu put the gun in front of his chest, and he suddenly let go of his hand as he quietly grasped the barrel of the gun.

"Puff puff!"

Countless swords of luck pierced through Zhao Wenqi's body, and then dissipated between heaven and earth, as if they had never appeared.

Zhao Wenqi's body that had originally rushed forward suddenly stopped.

It's already close.

The unfamiliar face was right in front of you.

But he couldn't take a step forward.

He threw his arm away, and the sky staggered forward, and soon he fell to the ground weakly, leaving only a crisp sound.

"Bang!"

Zhao Wenqi fell on his back.

The snowflakes fell on his face, and it was a little cold.