Ling Wuya raised his eyebrows, that is, he did not dodge, nor did he release his skills to parry, but when the fireball flew closer, the battle knife in his hand continued to slash, slashing the fireball.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fireball was attacked, and immediately burst open, and for a while, the explosion sound on the field sounded continuously, and the powerful impact force directly pushed Ling Wuya off the war horse, pitiful for him stepped off the horse, and was blown to pieces by the bursting fireball, and the horse meat emitting green smoke was scattered all over the ground, and the smell of meat wafted on the field.

"Wow-"

There was a cheer in the Yan army camp, people thought that Yang Jie would blow up the Jin General who rushed over with one move, but after the smoke on the field cleared, people looked at it again, Ling Wuya, who was lying on the ground, stood up slowly, patted the fire on the armor on his chest, and stood there, as steady as Mount Tai, his breath was not chaotic, as if he was fine.

Not to mention that Yan Jun was stunned when he saw this, even Yang Jie was startled, his eyes widened in disbelief, looking at Ling Wuya.

Ling Wuya waved the big knife in his hand, raised his eyes to meet Yang Jie's gaze, there was no panic and nervousness in his eyes, there was just inexplicable fanaticism, he hadn't met such a powerful opponent for a long time, his competitive heart suddenly rose, the blood in his body boiled, and the aura fluctuated.

At this time, the sky was clear and cloudless, but there was a strong wind around Shangling Wuyan, and the strong wind swirled around his body, like a whirlwind, and even the sand on the ground rolled up so high.

Yang Jie was a top master of spiritual martial arts, and he was also well-informed, and when he saw the changes in his surroundings when the other party used his dark qi, he immediately judged Ling Wuya's strength.

Yang Jie had a premonition that he had encountered a fierce opponent he had only seen in his life, and then he also used the spiritual energy of his whole body, and around his body, a raging flame suddenly appeared, and he looked at it coldly. The whole person is like a fire man.

On the field, on one side is the fire is raging, the air is fluctuating, the temperature is rising in a straight line, and on the other side is the strong wind, blowing sand and rocks. Dark all round.

Ling Wuya and Yang Jie had already raised the aura of the underworld in their bodies, and a fierce battle was about to break out.

This is a duel between the top underworld warriors, and the battle has not yet begun, and the momentum is already amazing.

Coincidentally, the two walked towards each other in unison. When there were only three steps apart, Ling Wuya took the lead and swept forward with a big sword.

"Whew!"

Between the blades, the wind howled, and the people who were blowing were about to lose their eyes.

Yang Jie's speed is not slow. Oblique gun parry.

"Dangchang!"

The blade slashed at the barrel of the gun, and the powerful shock force made the flames attached to the silver gun bounce up so high, Yang Jie did not put away the gun, and stabbed forward, stabbing Ling Wuya's chest back, the latter turned sideways, and with a sound of sand, Yang Jie swept past his chest. The original white armor was instantly blackened by the flames on the silver spear.

The two of you fought back and forth to one place, at the beginning. The soldiers on both sides could still see the situation on the battlefield clearly, but gradually, the air around the two was completely shrouded in flames and wind and sand. As for the two who are fighting fiercely, they are completely out of sight.

This level of battle, not to mention that the two sergeants have never seen it, even a general like Zhang Bufan has never seen it.

The Jin army was retreating, and the camp was rapidly moving back. Zhang Bufan stayed on the edge of the battlefield and did not withdraw with the soldiers below, after all, this is an enemy camp, no matter how powerful Ling Wuya is, he is only one person, and someone needs to stay to pick him up.

For the retreat of the Jin army, Yan wanted to chase after him, but the battlefield of Shangling Wuya and Yang Jie was in front of their camp, and the Yan army was not chasing, nor was it not chasing, people were anxiously scratching their ears and cheeks, not knowing what to do.

There are changes off the field, and there are changes on the field.

The two of them in the fierce battle knew that the Jin army was already withdrawing outside the camp, and if Yang Jie wanted to lead the army to catch up with the enemy soldiers, he had to quickly deal with Ling Wuya before the enemy army withdrew, and if Ling Wuya didn't want to be trapped in the enemy camp alone, he had to deal with Wu Rui before he could all withdraw.

Quickly and quickly! The two of them thought of this together.

For this kind of endless grappling now, both of them deliberately avoided it without warning, but at the same time, Ling Wuya and Yang Jie suddenly retreated and made the final blow one after another.

Yang Jie was the first to attack, and the silver spear in his hand stabbed at Ling Wuya from afar.

The two of them were seven or eight meters apart, and such a distance was beyond the length of the silver spear, but when Yang Jie was stabbing to the limit, those cracks on the silver spear suddenly broke open and turned into dozens of sections, each of which was connected by a trace of white mist, if it was all extended, even a length of tens of meters could be reached.

The broken silver spear stretched out, and the tip of the spear went straight to Zhang Bufan's neck and throat.

The latter did not evade retreating, but raised his giant sword and slashed down from top to bottom.

"Whew-"

The giant knife fell, the sound of breaking the wind was like a ghost crying and howling, and the blade two meters away transformed into a virtual knife, making the giant knife look longer and wider. This knife was slashing on the silver spear, and a crisp click was heard in the ear chakra, and the front section of the silver spear was smashed to the ground, and with it, the ground was cut out of a large crack more than three meters long.

The soldiers who were a little closer to the battlefield clearly felt the ground shake suddenly, and the people's faces turned pale and retreated in fright.

The powerful and heavy knife was to cut off the silver spear, but the dark line connecting the various sections of the silver spear was constantly chopping, Yang Jie's arm retracted, and the silver spear was taken back by him, and the body of the spear divided into dozens of sections was recombined, turned into one, and changed back to the form of the silver gun.

After only one move, Ling Wuya understood that the opponent's move was a feminine line, and the best way to deal with such an opponent was to do hand-to-hand combat.

He shouted suddenly, the person was in front, the knife was behind, and he dragged the knife and rushed towards Yang Jie.

Yang Jie didn't think about it, the arm holding the gun slammed hard, the silver spear swept out, the crack broke again, and the silver spear turned into a chain whip, sweeping Ling Wuya's temples.

If this shot is hit by it, no matter how strong the armor is, it will not be able to resist it.

Ling Wuya didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly lowered his head to dodge, letting go of the silver spear that swept over.

"Buzz!"

The silver spear almost grazed the top of his head, and after Ling Wuya straightened up, he took a step forward, and the silver spear that had swept past just now swept back again.

This time, Ling Wuya used all his strength, and the figure that rushed forward jumped up diagonally and jumped into the air.

"Sand!"

The silver spear grazed the soles of his feet, and the barbs on it flashed through the armor in a series of sparks.

With the inertia of falling, Ling Wuya condescended, aimed at the top of Yang Jie's head below, and slashed with all his might.

He used all his strength, and the momentum was terrifying to the extreme, and the giant knife extended out, and the virtual knife composed of light and shadow skyrocketed by more than two meters, emitting a buzzing muffled thunder sound, and smashed into the top of Yang Jie's head.

Yang Jie, who was so calm, screamed in fright at this time, kicked the ground with all his strength, and retreated.

"Boom-"

The virtual knife did not hit Wu Rui, and slashed heavily at his feet, the soil and stones on the ground were shaken up two or three meters high, the sand and stones flew on the field, the sun and moon were dark, the wind whirled, and the sky was dark, and even the Yan soldiers who were far away from the battlefield were shocked down a row of people.

After Yang Jie jumped out, his toes just stuck to the ground, and subconsciously jumped back again, he retreated, fully retreating ten meters away, before he stabilized his body, and then raised his head and looked at Ling Wuya on the opposite side in horror.

Ling Wuya landed, raised his eyes to look at Wu Rui, and then turned his head to look at his own army that was about to withdraw from the enemy camp, he let out a long breath of turbidity, and shouted loudly to Yang Jie: "Listen to the Yan general on the other side, today's battle is over, and there will be a chance for us to have another dignified battle on the battlefield in the future, remember, my name is Ling Wuya!" After speaking, he dragged his knife and ran towards his retreating army, and Zhang Bufan, who was watching the battle, also hurriedly followed.

Looking at the backs of Ling Wuya and Zhang Bufan running away, Yang Jie stood in place for a long time and did not move.

"General, the enemy is going to run out of the camp, chase after it!" a Yan general rushed to Yang Jie and said urgently.

Yang Jie came back to his senses, withdrew the silver spear, withdrew the spiritual qi, and restored it to its original state, then shook his head with a wry smile and said, "No need to chase anymore." The enemy army is brave and resourceful, and even if it catches up, it will be difficult for our army to bargain. ”

After only two miles into the camp, he saw that he had an ambush, and his commander was really shrewd, and there was a top martial arts master like Ling Wuya in the Jin army, and it was unwise to fight hard.

"Is it just to let the enemy army go?"

"Otherwise?" Yang Jie tilted his head and looked at his subordinates with amusement.

Na Yan was speechless when asked, even a general like Yang Jie can't get a bargain from the other party, and I'm afraid that I won't even be able to take a move from others when I go up by myself. He whispered, "But...... But You Jun has already chased him out......"

"If they want to chase them, let them chase them, we just have to mind our own business. Yang Jie waved his hand, then picked up his spear and walked towards his war horse. (To be continued......)