Xiong Wujian jumped high, dragged the phoenix mouth knife to the ground, and pressed towards Zhao Chuan step by step from far and near, the phoenix mouth knife on the ground brought bursts of sparks, and the surface was cut by the scorching temperature.

"If I win, I hope His Royal Highness the King of the South can fulfill his promise and let me and these thirty brothers go!"

Seeing Xiong Wujian dragging his knife and slashing him, Zhao Chuan clenched the Golden Crow Sword and did not forget to remind him.

"Daydreaming!" Xiong Wujian struggled to praise the phoenix mouth knife to the ground, and suddenly the phoenix mouth knife with a strong temperature slashed down.

Zhao Chuan looked at the fierce blow, and didn't dare to be careless, the golden black sword was raised high, and the next moment it slashed at the phoenix mouth knife.

"Khooth!"

The deafening sound exploded instantly, and everyone around them was temporarily deaf.

Zhao Chuan was holding the Golden Black Sword, and was shocked by this knife and flew out of the air, floating in the air for more than ten zhang, and finally smashed to the ground.

And Xiong Wujian was also shocked away, rolling out a half-meter deep ditch on the ground, and half of his body was buried in the soil.

The soldiers were stunned, but they all relished, after all, this level of battle is rare.

There are few Qi Realm masters in the entire continent, let alone powerhouses above the Xuan Realm.

Zhao Chuan struggled to get up, his mouth and nose gasping heavily, only to feel that all his internal organs had been displaced, and the huge shock force was extraordinary.

If it weren't for Zhao Chuan's golden black sword, I'm afraid that he would be directly shocked to death on the spot.

"Ahem......"

Waving his hand to wipe the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, Xiong Wujian slowly pulled out the lower half of his body buried in the soil, and a carp turned over and stood up again.

Standing the phoenix mouth knife behind him, Xiong Wujian began to look at Zhao Chuan.

If he was disdainful of Zhao Chuan at the beginning, then at this moment, Xiong Wujian will be in good spirits.

This kid was able to resist a knife, and he also injured himself, Xiong Wujian wanted to say in his heart that he was not surprised, it was false.

"Okay! Come again!" The state of the battle was fully opened, and Xiong Wujian attacked again with a phoenix-beaked sword.

Sneered, of course Zhao Chuan couldn't ask for it, although he was two realms lower than this Xiong Wuji, but with the blessing of the Golden Black Sword, Xiong Wuji's Tongxuan Realm Dacheng strength could not crush Zhao Chuan.

The Golden Black Sword was like a golden dragon in Zhao Chuan's hands, specifically attacking Xiong Wujian from various tricky angles.

And Xiong Wujian also made the phoenix mouth knife dance impenetrable, blocking the edge of Zhao Chuanjin's black sword.

The two of them went back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, they fought for more than fifty rounds, and because of the gap in realm cultivation, Zhao Chuan began to gradually lose his physical strength.

And Xiong Wuji, who became more and more courageous, naturally felt the changes in Zhao Chuan, and he was happy in his heart, and he added a little more strength to his hands, which frantically increased the pressure on Zhao Chuan.

Although the Golden Crow Sword is strong, this cultivation gap is difficult to make up for even if it is a treasure of heaven and earth.

Especially the physical exertion of continuous combat, the weakening of physical strength is naturally different depending on the cultivation.

From this moment, Zhao Chuan's moves were slowly scattered, and the power of his sword was greatly reduced, and he could clearly see the trend of victory and defeat between the two.

"Why? It's only been more than 50 rounds, can't you? Dare to challenge this king with this little ability, it's really a fool!"

Seeing that Zhao Chuan was lax, Xiong Wujian suddenly raised his knife and shook it, and Zhao Chuan was really fooled and swung his sword to block.

But Xiong Wujian was waiting for him at this moment, and the flickering phoenix mouth knife immediately turned around and slashed horizontally towards Zhao Chuan's neck.

At the time of crisis, Zhao Chuan exerted his strength to eat: "Break the sky and break the feet!"

I saw that the phoenix mouth knife was a little away from Zhao Chuan's neck, Zhao Chuan not only did not dodge, but with a touch of false light on his left foot, he kicked Xiong Wujian in the chest with lightning and flint.

"Bang!" Xiong Wuji, who was all focused on this knife, was kicked squarely, and the phoenix-beaked knife flew out of his hand, sliding unabated on the ground.

"Teng Teng Teng!" The two Mosen soldiers stepped forward, one left and one right, before they dragged Xiong Wujian back.

Zhao Chuan stood up and looked at it, walking leisurely on the surface, but his heart was terrified.

Just because if it was a little slower just now, then Zhao Chuan would definitely die.

Fortunately, the broken foot of the Thousand Mountains did not disappoint Zhao Chuan, and the speed of the release was really fast, even if it was a backhand move, it could be surprisingly successful.

"Deliberately selling a flaw to you, do you really believe it, and you are also a battle-hardened person, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed when you say it?" No, Zhao Chuan didn't forget to say a few words of sarcasm.

Xiong Wuji, who was already spurting blood, was even more lungs exploding when he heard this.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill him for this king!" Xiong Wujian has completely lost his ability to fight, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing have all been kicked off by this kick.

"Huh!" Xu Rong beside him responded with his fists clenched, and then commanded the armor to attack Zhao Chuan and the other thirty people frantically.

Zhao Chuan was not surprised to see Xiong Wuqian break his promise, because this was all expected by him.

He cut off his meridians, and it would be strange if he could let himself go.

In fact, common sense fights, a few Zhao Chuan will not be Xiong Wuji's opponents.

But that's what fighting is all about, a single thought can turn an advantage into a disadvantage in an instant, and the opponent seizes the opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

This is the charm of the impermanence of battle.

"Wait for me to kill you!" Zhao Chuan let out a low snort and began to wave the Golden Crow Sword frantically, and blood would flow everywhere he passed.

Every time the Golden Crow Sword is shot, the Mosen armor will die if it touches it, and ordinary weapons can't withstand the blow of the Golden Crow Sword at all.

Coupled with Zhao Chuan's cultivation advantage, these people were simply sent to death.

After fighting frantically for half an hour, thousands of corpses piled up around Zhao Chuan.

Even if Zhao Chuan is brave in martial arts, he is weak at the moment, and if he continues, even if he is not killed by the sword, he will die of exhaustion.

No matter how strong a person is, it is difficult to compete with an army of tens of thousands.

Of the thirty ironclad soldiers around him, there were only more than ten people left at the moment, and Zhao Chuan knew that they were about to finish.

"Brothers, don't blame me Zhao Chuan for cruelly abandoning you, I have more important things to do, but don't worry, I will definitely avenge you and drive these animals out of the Xiangyun border!"

Looking at the already scarred soldiers around him, Zhao Chuan said with emotion.

"General, don't worry about us, there are no people in the Ironclad Army who are greedy for life and afraid of death, Xiangyun still needs a talent like the general, we will help the general!"

After the lieutenant finished speaking, he took the lead and shouted: "Brothers, charge with me, and give the general an extra quarter of an hour!"

With that, the captain took the lead and rushed away, taking the lives of three enemy soldiers with a few swords in an instant.

The remaining dozen or so people were red-eyed and killed with him.

Although the ironclad army is weak, this last desperate fight is still very deadly, and the lethality is still very huge.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people died under the knives of more than ten people, and Xu Rong's heart was distressed when he saw it.

"Give it to me, there is no one left alive!" Xu Rong swung his sword behind him to supervise the formation, but whenever he was found by him in retreat, he killed him with a sword.

Zhao Chuan thought that he would not be able to do anything, but watching these people fight for every minute and second for themselves, this spirit deeply infected him.

"Farewell, brothers!" Zhao Chuan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the Xuanli behind him turned into wings again, flapping his wings and volleying into the air.

Although he was reluctant, Zhao Chuan still spread his wings without looking back and turned into a streamer, and finally disappeared into the sky.

The distance was far away, and Zhao Chuan could faintly hear the shouts of more than ten ironclad soldiers.

"Where the soul of the army is, swear to fight to the death, where the soul of the army is, swear to fight to the death!"

The Ironclad Army is truly a unique existence in the world.

Witnessing Zhao Chuan leaving, Xiong Wuji's eyes were cracking: "Zhao Chuan!

"Report, His Royal Highness King Nan, the shady city has been lost...... "A small colonel hurriedly dismounted, knelt in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Xiong Wujian only felt that his eyes were black, and then he screamed miserably and fainted directly.

In order to hunt down Zhao Chuan and others, Xiong Wujian only left more than 100 people in the shady city to guard.

These more than 100 people, where can they resist Xiangyun's tens of thousands of reinforcements.

Xu Rong saw that the king of the south had fainted, and immediately ordered the army to retreat for ten miles and set up camp, avoiding its edge for the time being, and waiting for Xiong Wuqian to wake up before making plans.

After this battle, Zhao Chuan suddenly became famous.

Although Zhang Kui's reputation is even louder, after all, he is the coach of this battle.

But the credit mainly lies with Zhao Chuan, and several people reunited in the shady city.

A day later, in the council hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Zhao Chuan and Wen Teng stood below.

Sitting on the Taishi chair, Zhang Kui said with a happy expression: "Zhao Chuan Wenteng, the two of you have made great achievements in this battle, if there were no two of you, I would not easily break through and succeed, let alone lead the troops back in person, and Zhao Chuan dragged the army of the Southern King outside the city, so that there was no loss to recapture the shady city, say, what do you want?"

Zhao Chuan immediately solemnly clenched his fists and said: "Back to the general, I just did what I should do, and I didn't dare to ask for any reward, not to mention that this battle was all about the general's unparalleled strategy, so I won the victory." ”

After listening to Zhao Chuan's unrelenting and humble response, this Zhang Kui loved it even more in his heart.

Who doesn't appreciate his subordinates who have made meritorious contributions but are not greedy for merit? Zhang Kui felt that he had picked up a treasure, and he couldn't believe that Xiangyun still had such a talent.

Zhang Kui touched his beard, and kept muttering in surprise in his heart: "Xiangyun has been saved, there are such talents, why worry about not being able to prosper the country." ”

Although Zhao Chuan does not want to be rewarded, Zhang Kui cannot reward nothing in front of so many generals, which will discourage the enthusiasm of others for meritorious service.

After thinking about it, Zhang Kui directly ordered: "Zhao Chuan Wenteng listens to the order!"

Zhao Chuan and Wen Teng fell to the ground one after another, clasped their fists with both hands and said in unison: "Humble duty!"

Zhang Kui said in a deep voice: "From now on, I will order Zhao Chuan to be the deputy commander of the Iron Armor Army, Wen Teng to be the partial general, and listen to the dispatch of the commander Wang Daping, that is General Wang, and in the future, the two of you will be under his command." ”

Zhao Chuan commanded: "General Xie, I have seen General Wang." ”

Wang Daping said with a smile on the surface: "You're welcome, the little general has such courage at a young age, and I hope to help me a lot in the future, and work together to solve problems for the adults and Xiangyun." ”

Zhao Chuan responded: "That's natural, and I will go all out." ”

Next, Zhang Kui divided many generals who actually had no credit, such as Wang Daping.

Zhao Chuan hadn't seen him much in his sight at all, and the only explanation was that he had been hiding at the end of the crowd.

Otherwise, there were only two hundred ironclad troops left in the end, so why didn't Zhao Chuan see him?

If it weren't for the greed for life and fear of death to deliberately avoid the enemy, how could Zhao Chuan not have an impression of him.

But no matter what, Zhao Chuan will have to act according to his face in the future.

The initial impression is that Zhao Chuan feels that this Wang Daping is not easy to deal with.

Because of Zhao Chuan's previous experience analysis, the more amiable and smiling on the surface, the easier it is to hide a knife in a smile.

This kind of person is also the most dangerous.

After thinking about it secretly, Zhao Chuan must be extremely careful in the future, otherwise Wang Daping, who is his superior, will definitely not give him good fruits to eat.