Chapter 822: The Medicinal Powder is refined

No matter how many of the Feng family's direct clansmen there were, the Wind City Lord was heartbroken by this, Feng Zicheng was because of Lin Xuanzhong's cruel heartache, but Feng Zicheng's anger was not aimed at Lin Xuanzhong, but at the corpse in that place, Feng Zicheng was angry at their incompetence.

"Yes," while Feng Zicheng was thinking that all the jade medicine that had been put into those people had been in vain, those who were still alive were about to drip blood one by one under Feng Zicheng's blunt and insulting name.

Before tonight, they were all unbeatable sons, according to the two-level differentiation of Yangguo's martial arts, they were still the future of Yangguo, so how noble their identity was, and how arrogant they were, but now they were mercilessly scolded by Feng Zicheng as waste, that feeling of extreme shame and indignation may be the first time they experienced it in their lives, and many people stayed in place because of this, until some of them reacted and pulled their companions away, and the remaining dozen or so people scattered and left.

"You are Lin Xuanzhong, the commander of the Night Army?" Feng Zicheng moved again, and the next time he appeared directly a few meters away from Lin Xuanzhong.

Being so close to the other party, the coercion from the other party made Lin Xuanzhong feel very uncomfortable. Before the fight started, the difference between the two was already incomparably big, and a nightmare feeling like a reality instantly made Lin Xuanzhong fall into an ice cave. Under the other party's gaze, Lin Xuanzhong, who was originally good at body techniques, had a feeling of being clumsy at the moment.

"Exactly," After forcibly answering the other party's question, Lin Xuanzhong was ready to fight, and he didn't think about what kind of means the other party used to instantly close the distance between him and him. After thinking that fighting with the other party might be just a dead end, Lin Xuanzhong smiled bitterly and sighed that he really wanted to hand over the responsibility of leading the army to Zhang Jiutian, but there was obviously a kind of unwillingness in his heart.

"You are so bold, you killed so many of my children in the city, don't think about leaving here alive today. Although the old man, an eighth-order martial cultivator, made a move against a sixth-order martial cultivator, but if you want to blame it, you can only blame yourself for being born at the wrong time," Feng Zicheng's power can not be summed up in one sentence, but just this sentence is enough to defeat all of Lin Xuanzhong's thoughts.

"If you want to kill or let the horse come, you and I have different positions, not to mention the difference in strength," Lin Xuanzhong had only seen an eighth-order martial cultivator once before, but now it is the second time, I'm afraid there is no chance for the third time.

"Okay, just with your words, the old man promises to give you a dignified death," Feng Zicheng nodded, admiring Lin Xuanzhong's courage now, that is, this sentence made Feng Zicheng feel that those who died in Lin Xuanzhong's hands died unjustly.

"Look at the move," Feng Zicheng was obviously not a person who liked to be verbose, and after giving Lin Xuanzhong a hint, his body moved and attacked Lin Xuanzhong directly. The fierce momentum was indescribable, and the strong sense of crisis prompted Lin Xuanzhong to raise the dustless sword in his hand out of instinct, and at the same time, every flesh and blood in his entire body trembled, and there was an indescribable fear. But despite being terrified to the extreme, at the time of life and death, Lin Xuanzhong's body and will did not choose to give in after all.

"Boy, even if you use your body to fight, don't bury your skills," sensing that Lin Xuanzhong's performance was somewhat the same, Feng Zicheng thought that his coercion was too strong, and immediately restrained some momentum. If he still wants to suppress Lin Xuanzhong with momentum when his strength is far stronger than Lin Xuanzhong, then he is ashamed to be a high-level martial artist.

After the wind became restrained, Lin Xuanzhong instantly felt his body relax and was no longer as nervous as before.

"When, when, when," I don't know if the other party has preserved his strength, after a few simple fights, Lin Xuanzhong directly has a feeling of being invincible. When the palm holding the hilt of the sword felt like it was being torn, Lin Xuanzhong instantly understood why the other party wanted to use his body technique by himself. If you don't use the body, I'm afraid you don't have to fight anymore.

Eight desolation steps, facing such a powerful opponent, Lin Xuanzhong walked out of five steps and eight desolations without reservation. After continuing to fight with the opponent a few times, with his extremely fast movement speed, Lin Xuanzhong could clearly see some of the opponent's movements. Compared to ordinary seventh-order martial cultivators, Feng Zicheng's every movement was so fast that it was impossible to react. Not to mention how clever the moves are, this speed alone requires a seventh-order martial cultivator to go all out.

When he thought that he must not compete with the other party, Lin Xuanzhong had completely turned into a shadow, constantly avoiding attacks from Feng Zicheng again and again.

On the other side, after seeing that Lin Xuanzhong could not be hit simply with his attack speed, Feng Zicheng directly accelerated his own movement speed, and slowly put pressure on Lin Xuanzhong little by little, forcing Lin Xuanzhong to continue to show his true skills.

Now the reason why Feng Zicheng wants to give Lin Xuanzhong a chance to perform is precisely because he intends to see Lin Xuanzhong's true strength, so as to know how strong Lin Xuanzhong is compared to their children in the city.

When Lin Xuanzhong and Feng made a deal, Zhou Wenfeng was there. Not long ago, when he saw that the other party had sent an eighth-order martial cultivator, Zhou Wenfeng was about to go over to help, but the aura of the eighth-order martial cultivator had already shrouded him, and Zhou Wenfeng's figure was shocked. After Zhou Wenfeng thought that even if he joined forces with Lin Xuanzhong, it would still be impossible to defeat that eighth-order martial cultivator, Zhou Wenfeng was anxious and just wanted to call people around to help.

It's a pity to look around, there is no idler, after realizing that only he can help in the past, Zhou Wenfeng thought that even if he had to fight for his own life, he would definitely protect Lin Xuanzhong's safety. But when Zhou Wenfeng made this decision, Lin Xuanzhong and Feng Zicheng had already disappeared from his sight. It took a long time for Zhou Wenfeng to be shocked to find that Lin Xuanzhong had already fought with Feng Zicheng.

When carefully distinguishing which of those two figures was Lin Xuanzhong, Zhou Wenfeng thought a little indistinctly whether Lin Xuanzhong was not an ordinary martial arts cultivator, but a high-level martial artist who rejuvenated himself in a method that was difficult for ordinary people to figure out. But this caused Zhou Wenfeng's doubts, if this was the case, why did Lin Xuanzhong stoop to live and die with them in an army, so the more Zhou Wenfeng thought about it, the more he didn't understand.

In addition, because of constantly capturing Lin Xuanzhong and Feng Zicheng's figures, Zhou Wenfeng's vision has become blurred. Lin Xuanzhong and Feng Zicheng's movement speed was too fast, and even if Zhou Wenfeng was a high-level martial cultivator, he couldn't see it clearly at this moment. He couldn't even tell which one was Lin Xuanzhong, and Zhou Wenfeng talked about how to help Lin Xuanzhong.

Putting aside Lin Xuanzhong's question, because Lin Xuanzhong attracted a large number of high-level martial cultivators, the situation on his side was greatly eased, it can be said that many generals breathed a sigh of relief, but now the dozen or so high-level martial cultivators who were shouted away by Feng Zicheng have joined the battle again, if there are no countermeasures, those dozen or so people are likely to affect the overall situation. In the case of not waiting for reinforcements, the situation in other aspects also made Zhou Wenfeng anxious.

At the same time, on the eastern battlefield, after those family heads intentionally or unintentionally accelerated the speed of their juniors, because of the strength gap that has always existed between the two sides, the tens of thousands of night troops led by Zhang Jiutian gradually became unable to resist, and the rout on the front became more and more obvious. Although the number of generals is not less than the number of high-level martial cultivators on the other side, the strength of the remaining personnel on the Sword City side is very strong, and after those people gain an advantage through martial arts, it is becoming more and more difficult for the night army with fewer and fewer people to resist them.

Not only is it a one-man battle, but also a multi-person cooperation, and in terms of momentum, the night army can no longer compare to the other party. Not long ago, Zhang Jiutian could change the situation a little by boosting morale or strengthening command, but now he has no ability to turn the tide. In the past time, many generals have asked Zhang Jiutian to ask for help, but Zhang Jiutian's answer to them is just to let them hold on as much as possible.

Even if a general had to deal with more than a dozen sixth-order martial cultivators, no matter what, they had to hold on until those poisoned soldiers were treated. The game has been carried out to the point where it has reached the point, and Zhang Jiutian knows that only by delaying time can he survive. As for the rear army, Zhang Jiutian is the same as Lin Xuanzhong, they themselves are now unable to protect themselves, and Fang Quyin and they can only fend for themselves.

When the situation became more and more unfavorable to the army, the last quarter of an hour finally passed, and Xue Yin and the other pharmacists came out of a tent and took the medicine powder they had refined to the tent of the Chinese army. Qin Zhong and Sima Ruoqin, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately took over the next things, starting with those generals. Because Lin Xuanzhong had already participated in the war, they were currently lacking high-level martial cultivators.

Under Xue Yin's instructions, Qin Chong asked people to find a wooden bucket filled with water, and then added the corresponding amount of medicinal powder according to the amount of water in the bucket, and then made the people walk evenly. After the potion was ready, Qin Zhong directly ordered someone to go out with a bowl and a bucket to treat the poisoned people, one person took a sip.

The 2,000 soldiers on standby around the camp had been waiting for a long time, and under the instructions of Qin Zhong and Sima Ruoqin, they worked in pairs to treat the poisoned people in order. Because the potion was limited, Qin Zhong and Sima Ruoqin also deliberately explained that those people could not be wasted.

Unfortunately, even so, some people spilled the potion or fed it to the same person repeatedly. After discovering the problem, Qin Chong, who was in charge of the on-site command, immediately took measures to ask the people below to make a simple distinction between those who had taken the potion and those who had not, and those who had taken the potion all had their heads facing east. Because it takes a lot of time to move the bodies of those people, it takes a lot of time to go back and forth.

According to Xue Yin, it also takes time for the effect of the medicine to work, so the original half hour did not include the time to treat the poisoned person at all.

When Qin Chong commanded the staff to treat the poisoned soldiers, the rear army, after making some hasty preparations, 50,000 soldiers left the camp before and after. A group of heavy armoured soldiers led the team in front, with some ordinary foot soldiers in the middle, and light armoured soldiers who were about to turn to the side at the back. When leaving the camp, Fang Quyin also specially explained that the people left behind must guard the camp, because their large siege equipment was in the camp, and there were some poisoned generals who needed to be protected.