Although Amur's current aura seems to be able to compete with him, how much can this kind of strength that is forced by magic be exerted, how can Pang Shiyuan, who has experience in the surge of divine soul power, not know?

Strength and combat power have never been equal.

Strength that can't become combat power doesn't make people stronger.

Pang Shiyuan also had his current combat power after a month of continuous adaptation and hard work, instead of being able to give full play to his skyrocketing strength as soon as he came up.

But that's it, how much strength he really played, he didn't know the bottom in his heart.

Therefore, Pang Shiyuan is very confident that he will win the other party, even if he is now suffering from a serious deficit in internal strength.

What he really cared about was the blood-colored banner held in the hands of the Meng Yuan cavalry who looked like a dried corpse. For some reason, he just felt that only this blood-colored banner could pose a real threat to him.

There was no greeting, and there could be no greeting, and the sword and gun slammed together.

The sound of the collision of the distance, accompanied by the fierce energy, roared and surged out, making the two of them stand alone for a moment, as if the entire battlefield was only a duel between the two of them.

The impact was extremely strong, causing both of their bodies to tremble violently unconsciously.

In the violent tremor, Pang Shiyuan can also rely on his rich combat experience and combat instinct to continue to output combat power.

And Amur, who is accustomed to taking people by tricks and bullying the weak, can't adapt to this kind of down-to-earth hard-hitting. Although Amur had already realized at this time, it was by no means a complete change in one epiphany under the accumulation of difficulties.

He couldn't play to his strengths. It also fell to an absolute disadvantage in an unstoppable hard encounter. His spells were unsustainable, and his moves were interrupted. Even the mount under him stood up on his own. Let him get more and more busy.

The spear looked rich and abnormally bloody, and when it encountered the Styx Sword possessed by the sword, it was like a snowflake that met and the sun passed and melted, and it was like a milk swallow thrown into the forest, and it was madly devoured by the Stygian Sword.

This is a contest between quality and quantity, and Pang Shiyuan won completely.

Immediately after the ferocious collision, Amr weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye. And Pang Shiyuan's momentum. But it's getting stronger and stronger. Pang Shiyuan, who was already standing at the top of the hundreds, seems to have grown again.

His body pressed forward so violently that Amr began to break away from his horse.

Amr tried his best to clinch his mount between his legs. So that in the impact, the horse that stood up was carried and could not make the front hooves fall to the ground. And this caused the war horse to be extremely manic.

At this time, Pang Shiyuan's mount gave the last blow to Amr in crisis.

The war horse that was prompted by Pang Shiyuan's internal force and the art of the imperial horse (learned from Long Weiwen's beast witchcraft) not only withstood the terrible impact of the collision, but also was absolutely impossible. Again slammed forward.

It surged forward with this force. Coupled with Pang Shiyuan's overwhelming forward press, Amur's mount could no longer maintain balance on its hind legs, and after barely taking a step back, it was finally completely overturned.

Amr sensed that his mount was falling to the sky, and he had to let go of the legs that were clamping the horse's belly, only to be carried away from his horse by the Stygian Sword.

In this situation, there is no need to think about it at all, Amur has already expected the final outcome. The knight who was knocked down from his warhorse. It looks like a person with a broken leg can basically only be cut narrowly.

However. The timid Amur was not afraid, and some of them were unexpectedly relieved himself.

He is about to complete the last shamanic spell of his life!

From extreme fear to extreme calmness, his mouth has been squirming, even if he was knocked off the horse's back by Pang Shiyuan, it didn't make him stop.

And now, he finally spat out the last syllable.

After completing the shamanic spell, it was as if he had completed the last task of his life, relieved and relaxed.

Facing the Stygian Sword, which had already bypassed his spear and was smearing it on his throat, it was completely impossible for him to protect himself, and he still had the leisure to look at those subordinates who were incredulous and frightened because he was knocked away.

They once believed in him so much, loved him, believed that his strength could lead them to life, and believed that he could lead them to make achievements and return to their hometown.

And now, he has clearly failed them.

At this moment, he was slightly apologetic.

Originally, he could have done better. It's a pity that a lot of things blindfolded him.

At this moment, he had just looked at his subordinates with eyes that spontaneously turned to the sky.

The sky was blue, that pure, bright blue, he was so familiar, like the blue of the prairie sky, so beautiful, so nostalgic.

In the midst of nostalgia, his gaze continued to shift.

He seemed to see the eagle soaring in the sky, and the boundless vast grassland, and the white yurts dotted on the grassland, and the people he knew.

In the end, endless darkness enveloped everything.

The Dark Dawn Sword swept Amur's neck, and Amur's head turned out directly, and the tense Pang Shiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The main general is killed in battle, and it is impossible for the chain of command to recover in a short time.

Without unified command, no matter how the Tanma Red Army could fight, it would be difficult to form a joint force. And the army that can't fight together, no matter how elite it is, can't be anywhere, and he and the teaching group are sure to defeat them completely.

But just when Pang Shiyuan was about to take down the Tanma Red Army in one go, a deep-seated crisis suddenly struck, making him tremble involuntarily.

Then he saw the blood-colored banner that had changed dramatically, flying towards him.

At the same time as he killed Amur, the blood-colored banner broke away from the grasp of the Mengyuan cavalry, who was already like a dry corpse, and flew towards him.

As soon as the blood-colored banner broke out of the control of the "dry corpse", the "dry corpse" was like having its vertebrae removed, and it softened directly along with the dry corpse horse under him.

This weird and terrifying thing should have aroused Pang Shiyuan's absolute vigilance.

But at that time, he was in the concentration and excitement of killing the generals of Mengyuan, so that he saw everything in his mind, but ignored it.

And when he finally realized it, the attack of the Scarlet Banner had begun.

I don't know when, the black gas that had been emitting outward was already rapidly recovering into the blood-colored banner. At the same time, the black qi also brought back a large amount of bloody qi.

At this time, the blood-colored banner is no longer just as simple as blood dripping, but there are rolling blood waves surging. In this rolling snow wave, Pang Shiyuan faintly saw that something was generating, or had been generated, and was moving. (To be continued.) )

PS: The subscription is very poor these days, and the author said when chatting in the group that it was the reason for the increase in coins.

I also think that it should have a lot to do with the increase of coins.

The increase of coins for the great gods and minor gods, and the starting point to cultivate the present and future readers, but it has made us the authors who hit the street and the niche suffer a huge loss (this huge is only according to our own standards, not to compare with the gods).

I'm one of several authors who have lost about a third of their subscriptions, and even more, almost half.

The starting point is to take the author's money to advertise, solicit readers, and be generous to others, while we, the authors, can only watch and suffer, and there is nothing we can do.

When we don't have the present, what does it matter to me how beautiful the future is?

I have no choice but to complain here, and I have to write what I should have written - this is the sorrow of us weak writers.