Chapter Sixty-Eight: Young Grand Master
How can you not hate?
The general's eyes widened and he stared at the sky, full of anger, unwillingness, and resentment......
He has cultivated since he was a child, and after hard work, he finally cultivated to the realm of a military general, and he has not yet made a meritorious career, but because he chased and killed a wanted criminal, he died at the hands of a demon who could not cultivate to the realm of a warrior, and he couldn't even die on the battlefield, how could he be willing?
Seeing that his eyes were glaring angrily and he didn't bat at all, Liu Bian didn't have a trace of hypocrisy, just touched it in his arms, took the loot and left.
On the battlefield, you live or die, either you kill people, or someone else kills you!
Although this person is full of unwillingness, he should have realized in his heart that since he stepped on the battlefield, he will one day die under the sword of others.
The military general was killed, and the soldiers around him were panicked and did not dare to stop him, watching Liu Yan leave, for fear of alarming this killing god and causing him to kill himself.
It wasn't until Liu Bian's figure could no longer be seen that they screamed in horror.
"Oh no! No! General Pan was killed......
Gradually, the shouts continued to be heard, and they could be heard everywhere in the military field.
"What? how is this possible?" the general was fighting with the white-robed young man when he heard an exclamation and almost fell off his horse.
What kind of character is the white-robed boy?
He immediately grasped this flaw, stabbed the spear, and the tip of the spear trembled and instantly differentiated, like a hundred birds flying in the air, extremely light.
Birds return to the forest!
"Not good!" The main general didn't expect that he was just stunned for a moment to attract such a dangerous blow, and he couldn't dodge it, and suddenly evil was born from the side of the guts, and he didn't dodge or dodge, and the big axe weighing a hundred catties suddenly slashed down on the opponent's head.
If this move is hit, it must make the opponent's corpse in a different place.
And he himself ate this shot, with armor to protect himself, maybe there is still a chance to survive.
This lord wants to rely on the protection of the armor and exchange his life with the other party.
The white-robed young man saw through his scheming and was willing to be fooled, and the tip of the gun was picked, which was so wonderful that he blocked the axe, and shot him backhand, stabbing directly into the chest of the main general.
Bang!
His hand shook, and he felt a stab against a hard object, but not the touch of his body.
At this time, the lord roared, and an axe came over.
The white-robed young man deftly dodged.
The lord's face was gloomy, and he took out a broken heart guard from his bosom, knowing that if he hadn't had this protection, he would have been killed just now.
"Damn!" he became angrier and angrier as he looked at the young man's immature face.
He practiced martial arts and finally reached the realm of a grandmaster and became the chief general of the first army.
This kid is so young, he is also a grandmaster, if it is in the future, then he will still have it?
Could it be that there will be another Lu Fengxian in this world?
A deep jealousy will rise in the heart of the Lord.
"I'm a veteran grandmaster, you can't beat me? I have to kill you here today, and the kid who killed my lieutenant general, don't even think about escaping!" The master general roared, his body swelled suddenly, his armor was torn, and the breath spit out between his mouth and nose was thick with blood, and the smell was unpleasant.
"Violent Blood Secret Technique!" the white-robed young man coldly spat out a few words, his eyes cold.
The Storm Blood Secret Technique can stimulate qi and blood to the extreme at the cost of its own damaged and overdrawn potential, and can increase its combat power by a full third out of thin air.
This lord will use such a ruthless method, obviously he has a heart to kill.
"At your age, you have such a high level of cultivation, and your future prospects are limitless. But it's a pity, today you will die under my big axe!" The master general seemed to see the miserable end of the white-robed young man being chopped into flesh by himself, and laughed wildly, "I am an old grandmaster, and I used this bloody secret technique, who can be my opponent in the realm of grandmasters?"
"Grandmaster Realm?" the white-robed young man smiled coldly, his face full of disdain, and stabbed him straight over, "Eat me with a shot!"
"Look for death!" The lord laughed loudly, the big axe slashed fiercely, the momentum was furious, the gods blocked and killed the gods, the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, and looked at his fierce posture, even if there was a big mountain in front of him, he would be crushed by him.
Bang!
Swords collide.
But the scene he expected was completely crushed by one side did not appear, and the two were at a stalemate again.
"How is this possible?" the Lord General couldn't believe his eyes, the big axe was heavy, but it was swung all over the sky, and all kinds of fierce killing moves were unleashed.
But no matter how he made his moves, the white-robed young man looked extremely calm, and the silver spear was protected in front of him, or plucked, picked, or waved...... The many mysteries of marksmanship were unfolded one by one, and the furious axe momentum was dissolved invisibly, and everything seemed so calm and light.
"Why? You are only in the realm of a grandmaster, how can you stop me after the storm?" The Lord General felt that his martial will was about to collapse, as if he was crazy.
"Grandmaster?" the white-robed young man smiled disdainfully, "Who told you that I was in the Grandmaster realm?"
"Impossible, are you actually ......?" the Lord was about to drop his eyes, and before he could finish his words, he shook his head and roared, "How old are you, this is impossible!"
"How can you imagine my realm, a mediocre person?" The white-robed young man felt disdain from the bottom of his heart, and with a shake of the tip of the gun, thousands of spear flowers swirled in the air, beautifying and charming, but also containing deadly murderous intent.
Rumble!
Liu Chang seized the charcoal black BMW of the lieutenant general of the army and was about to leave, when he suddenly seemed to notice something and looked back.
I saw a spirit wolf smoke rushing into the sky like a pillar of heaven, and then dispersed, turning into a vast sea of clouds, spreading over, covering the sky and the sun.
The Lord General's face was desperate and frightened, and his throat gurgled like a duck being pinched, "Qi and Blood Yunhai! You are the Great Grandmaster! Not ......"
The voice has not fallen!
A bright light burst out of thin air, a shot stabbed, and thousands of spear flowers gathered in one place, bright to the extreme, and beautiful to the extreme, becoming the only color in the void.
Hundreds of birds and phoenixes!
Burst!
A faint thud through the crack.
The white-robed young man didn't look at it, drew his gun and left.
It was a long time before the burly figure behind him staggered on the horse's back, and fell heavily to the ground, with a bloody hole in his throat.
The huge army formation was self-defeating, and the soldiers cried and cried out, scattered and fled.
Liu Biance stood on a hill and looked at the southeast corner of the military formation
The white-robed young man seemed to feel something, and his gaze looked over from a distance of thousands of zhang.
The two fought side by side, and finally both fought their way out of the encirclement.
The white-robed young man suddenly laughed aloud, his voice was bold, and he asked from afar, "Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?"
"I am Liu Bian, the clan relative of the Han family!" Liu Bian laughed loudly, returned a salute, and asked, "Your Excellency, who is the character?"
The white-robed young man grinned, took a deep breath abruptly, and let out a long roar: "I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!"
The voice was high, arrogant, echoing between the valleys and deserts, for a long time.
"I'm Changshan Zhao Zilong!"
"Changshan Zhao Zilong is also!"
"Zhao Zilong is also!"
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