Watching Han Xin's corpse gradually dissolve within the dark blue shield, Wen Cheng suddenly made an astonishing move.

Because of a similar memory, he looked back at the noon gate.

There is nothing but broken bricks and tiles.

King Zhao Wuling acquiesced in Wen Cheng's action of breaking the porcelain ball and running immediately.

Wen Cheng sensed something calling for him and began to gouge the bricks with his hands......

Finally, in the rubble, he was stunned by a spear that flashed with red lightning.

Wen Cheng immediately turned around, reconfirmed that Han Xin's body had dissolved, and then slowly reached out to touch the gun......

What a gods...... Accumulation......

After being electrocuted like this for five or six seconds, Wen Cheng, who was scorched, finally clenched Wushuang.

This is the soul fragment of the Marquis of Huaiyin? Think so highly of me?

He spent twenty seconds scrutinizing the gun.

The gun is about two meters and six meters long, and it stands to reason that it can only be better when ridden on a horse, but if you learn it properly, even foot combat is very powerful.

But...... Wen Cheng threw Wushuang in the next second.

Bang bang, everyone was shocked by his behavior, you don't want me!

Wen Cheng clapped his hands indifferently, anyway, I want to be a commander in the future, and I still have to learn spearmanship, right, unlike Ning Zhi, who can just cut it casually.

However, Wen Cheng took two steps and regretted it, and then turned back to carve the fusion program for Wushuang.

Anyway, let's put it away first, the strange thing is that I don't know how many units the circuit can hold now, in short, Wen Cheng just magically put this god-level weapon into his body.

But I really don't need it, so let's go back to the pantry and use it as a clothesstick......

Or back to the fight.

After Wen Cheng walked to King Zhao Wuling and stood still, he remembered Lin Yuan's advice: to step on the corpse of the Heroic Spirit and move forward.

The blood that used to be is no longer pure, because I want to kill the people I originally admired.

The first great man after the Yellow Emperor, King Wuling of Zhao.

He fought all his life, founded the most powerful cavalry regiment during the Warring States Period, swallowed Zhongshan in the interior, collected Sanhu in the north, expanded the land for thousands of miles, and single-handedly expanded the country's territory by three times.

However, his fate was like Qi Huan, who was besieged in the inner palace by his ministers and his son, and was starved to death after three months of food and water cuts.

When heaven and earth come together, the heroes are not free.

So, live another life, once again show the courage of the widow!

No, of course not.

After Zhao Yong crystallized the committee, he had no intention of signing a contract with anyone, nor did he want to have anything to do with this chaotic world, because.

The widow is tired.

I just want to take this remnant body out and go around, breathe in the fresh air, and enjoy the sunshine to rest in peace.

But Zhao Yong, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, still broke into the Laohe Yunqi Scenic Area, was captured by the Mirror Pavilion, and finally fell to this floor.

But King Wuling didn't have much resentment towards Yu Xiao.

Wen Cheng and Zhao Yong, who had temporarily stopped fighting, could finally talk.

"The widow is very grateful for the help he has given me, and he will not shy away from his fading fighting spirit. Therefore, when the coarse tea and light rice are picked up, it is the happiest day for the widow. ”

"Coarse tea and light rice." Wen Cheng repeated lightly.

"It's not a delicacy, but the widow thinks it's good." Zhao Yong said after putting away his sword.

Of course, after all, it is re-condensed with a strong sense of hunger, I know this feeling.

"Don't you have all the fighting spirit?" Wen Cheng did not shy away from asking idols.

"The heart of the gods and Buddhas has been comprehended by the widows, not to mention that the era of the widows has long been over, and there are more outstanding descendants in this world." Zhao Yong looked at Wen Cheng.

But these Taoist monks have no intention of giving up the struggle.

"So this is your command?" Wen took over the condensation thrown by Luolan.

In the distance, Lorrain was already at war with the next Heroic Spirit.

Is it interesting to have such a turn-to-turn duel? Wen Cheng wanted to ask the leaders of these heroic spirits, but he didn't know which one was, they all hid in the dark and watched the battle in obscurity.

The so-called heroic spirit with a halo is somewhat because of self-esteem or etiquette respect, but it is also extremely fierce when it is time to shoot, but Zhao Yong is completely different.

So far, his killing intent has been suppressed at the lowest level, and even so, Wen Cheng still has no chance to hurt him in the slightest.

Zhao Yong did not nod, and did not show dissatisfaction with Wen Cheng's distraction.

"When you think about ordinary things, you forget your ambitions. Now the widow is not so grudgeful. Zhao Yong replied blandly.

Forget the ambition and return to the ordinary.

Wen Cheng looked at Zhao Yong's eyes like this, it was indeed the eyes of a king who had the world in his heart, but he chose not to fight for more reasons.

Needless to say, is this the end of his faith? Perhaps.

Now it is impossible to distinguish between the sincerity and falsehood of this battle, but how serious the sincerity of the Martial Spirit King is, and the king's spirit is revealed in just a few words.

Wen Cheng remembered his little ambition to retreat, and he didn't feel sad.

Do you think I don't want to take Yoo Jin and Meng'er with coarse tea and light rice?

Of course I want to......

I'm still going to kill you, though!

Wen Cheng suddenly put his hands on his chest, erected Ning Zhi, and performed a formal duel salute.

This is the etiquette taught by Lorraine.

Zhao Yong returned the salute with satisfaction, if I become an obstacle to you, then kill each other generously.

Wen Cheng took two steps back and quickly calculated, even if the other party was a mid-level aura, but Wang Ge was not an ordinary person, whether it was his body movements or the skills he had just swung the sword, his gestures were awe-inspiring, and more importantly, it was useless to distance himself.

I have a crossbow, and he has a bow.

It's a heroic spirit who is both near and far.,Fortunately, it's a foot fight.。 Wen Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yong smiled, called out a white horse, and began the ancient technique that he was really good at.

Feed!

What about the one-on-one that is good?

Zhao Yong ignored the dumbfounded Wen Cheng and began to ride his horse to the right, but he didn't pay attention to Luo Lan, who was in a state of battle, but fixed his eyes firmly on Wen Cheng, always maintaining a distance of dozens of steps.

Sensing that the Martial Spirit King was beginning to raise his Frost Battle Bow, the Heroic Spirits spontaneously retreated to the edge of the circle.

Wen Cheng called out the Sky-Breaking Crossbow and pulled the trigger, and the Martial Spirit King shot arrows at the same time.

Brushing each other apart, Wen Cheng dodged the ice arrow with the help of Condensation, and the Martial Spirit King only used his wrist armor to block the crossbow arrow.

What can I do?

Either trick him into firing another arrow with a shield, or just use himself as a stationary battery?

No, there aren't many shields left, and the other option is to wait for death.

Wen Cheng looked at Lorrain pleadingly, hoping that she would borrow Verandif for her own use, but Lorraine just smiled back.

This smile has several meanings. The main thing is that I'm also very busy, because my opponent, this one called Lanling King, is also a bit tricky, so you can do it yourself, team leader.

Alas, what to do? Wen Cheng asked himself.

The real competition is still in the fighting spirit.

To be honest, he was not confident, and even calculated that the most cost-effective way in the era of supercooled weapons was to ride and shoot.

But now he is facing the ancestor who introduced mounted archery! All of a sudden, the aura was much weaker.

Fortunately, this circle formation is only a radius of dozens of steps, and whether it is a horse battle or a foot battle, it is just the right size of the battlefield.

The two confronted each other diagonally, and Wen Cheng was ready to fight back.

For the next battle, there is only one chance. Wen Cheng suddenly had a countermeasure.

Zhao Yong released the second arrow at Wen Cheng as he walked around, he had already judged that Wen Cheng's main strength was the sword in his hand, as long as he could shoot down Ning Zhi, this man could be easily defeated.

The Martial Spirit King was getting faster and faster, and the sound of horses' hooves urged the rhythm of killing.

But Wen Cheng did something that shocked everyone the moment he set aside Ning Zhi.

In the slow passage of time, only Wen Cheng understood what it meant.

He sank down, held Ning Zhi in his left hand, and used his left leg as a fulcrum to grab the ice arrow with his right hand.

Start doing circular motions.

This ice sensation is even more painful when time is amplified, and the palm of the hand is like being pierced by countless needles.

Finally, after a big semicircle, Wen Cheng returned the ice arrow!

At this moment, Wen Cheng, who was panting heavily, called out the sky-breaking crossbow with his right hand that was about to freeze, and added a crossbow arrow.

Even if Zhao Yong rode so fast, Wen Cheng, with the assistance of Ning Zhi, the amount of advance was well calculated.

Zhao Yong was shocked by this unexpected counterattack, but he also calmly raised his wrist armor and prepared to pull it away, because the distance was enough, he could still see the direction of the two arrows clearly.

One left and one right will probably land on the left shoulder and right chest, but pulling the reins to dodge will bring the attack to a standstill.

Therefore, Zhao Yong continued to ride the horse, and in order to ensure that Wen Cheng would not attack again, Zhao Yong immediately released an arrow aimed at Wen Cheng's chest.

Then he used his left wrist armor to deflect the first blow, and his right wrist to deflect the second arrow.

I thought that Wen Cheng would bend his body to dodge, or use his sword to pull away his ice arrows, but Wen Cheng didn't dodge.

Instead, he said softly,

"Concession."

After crashing into the ice arrow, Ning Zhi flew straight to Zhao Yong's neck.