Wu Guang entered the depths of the Peng army's camp, looked up, and saw that there was a big carriage in the densest part of the Peng army, the carriage was square, the length and width were almost one zhang, and it looked like a small house with cold eyes, the carriage was made of rosewood, and the floating dragons and phoenixes on it were all golden yellow, and if you looked closely, you could find that it was a skilled craftsman who inlaid the gold grains one by one, even the most inconspicuous corners of the carriage were inlaid with gold leaf and gold leaf. In front of the cart, there were two rows of tall horses, four in the front and four in the back, the same sturdy, the same height, and there was not even a single hair on the eight horses.

Just looking at the luxury of this carriage, the unparalleled pomp, and the density of the surrounding Peng soldiers and generals, Wu Guang immediately judged that the identity of the person in the carriage was extremely not simple, if nothing else, it was Zhong Tian himself.

His eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Death to those who stop me!" As he spoke, the spirit knife in his hand waved, and the cold light born by the blade through the sky was like snowflakes, and the Peng soldiers in front of him were swept by the spirit knife from time to time, blood splashed three feet, and they fell to the ground screaming.

When Wu Guang rushed to the front of the carriage, two Peng generals riding tall horses came forward, one with a gun and stabbed Wu Guang in the chest, and the other with a knife and slashed Wu Guang's neck.

Wu Guang reacted very quickly, without thinking about it, holding the knife with one hand, he waved outward, and with a crisp sound, he bounced the spirit knife that was slashed over, and then his body turned to the side, and then dodged the oncoming spirit spear, just at the moment when the other party was about to collect the gun and attack again, his arm wrinkled and retracted, and with a bang, the opponent's spirit spear was clamped under the ribs.

"Huh?"

Na Peng was taken aback, and wanted to pull the spirit spear back, but the knife that Wu Guang swung out had swept back.

Strike!

This knife hit the waist of the Peng general, and the blade entered from the left rib and came out from the right rib, cutting it into two.

The upper body of General Na Peng has fallen off the horse, and the lower body is still hanging on the horse's back, and his internal organs are flowing all over the ground. On the other side, Peng Jiang saw his companion die tragically under Wu Guang's knife, he screamed strangely, used his arm strength, and the spirit knife in his hand immediately slashed Huashan and slashed down on the top of Wu Guang's head. Wu Guang moved very fast, and put the knife on the shelf.

When the spirit knife slashed at his blade, bounced up more than half a foot high, Wu Guang didn't do anything, but the arm of the Peng general was numb, the tiger's mouth cracked, and he secretly screamed, Peng Jiang's eyes widened, endured the pain, withdrew the spirit knife, and it was another sweep. Wu Guang didn't have time to entangle with him now, he broke off his breath, the spirit knife probed forward, the light suddenly rose, and the spirit chaos - wind came out.

I didn't expect his spirit martial arts skills to be used so quickly, and General Peng was not well prepared, and it was too late to take back the sword that was swept out and use his skills to fight against it.

I saw that the spirit blades flying in the sky instantly shattered the spirit armor on the body of the Peng general, from the head to the feet, and countless wounds were cut out by the spirit chaos-wind, and the whole person screamed in pain like a blood gourd, turned over and fell off the war horse, lying on the ground, and his body twitched a few times before he stopped moving.

It's late, it's fast, Wu Guang's knife slashing two Peng generals is just a matter of blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the surrounding Peng soldiers were frightened, and their hearts and galls were broken, and they no longer dared to step forward to stop them, and they avoided them on both sides. They dodged away, but they could make way for Wu Guang to make way for a wide passage, and he rode his horse almost unimpededly to the front of the carriage, handed the knife in his hand forward, and then picked it up, and thmph! The curtain of the carriage was torn open by the blade, and Wu Guang looked inside, only to see that there was only one person sitting in the wide carriage, forty or fifty years old, with a white face and black beard, and wearing a brocade robe. At this time, this person was full of panic, and he was also looking out, just in time to meet Wu Guang's gaze.

Wu Guang is no different from a bloody man now, the spirit armor on his body can no longer see the original color, it is completely stained red by blood, he can't tell whether it is his own or someone else's, and he looks coldly, like a demon crawling out of hell. After the middle-aged man saw it, his frightened hair was about to stand up, his body was weak, let alone running, even if he screamed, he couldn't scream.

"Are you Zhong Tian?" Wu Guang had never seen Zhong Tian, only knew that he had a white face and black beard, similar to the appearance of the person in the car.

"I don't ......" The middle-aged man was about to speak, but Wu Guang didn't give him a chance to speak, he sneered and shouted, "I'm looking for you!" While speaking, the knife in his hand stabbed into the car, only to hear a pounce, and the blade of the spirit knife hit the middle-aged man's chest, piercing his body.

Wu Guang shouted: "Come out for me!" He turned his arms outward, and exhaled, the middle-aged man's body was still hanging on the spirit knife, and he was forcibly taken out of the carriage. The middle-aged man fell to the ground outside the car, rolled his eyes, spat out only two mouthfuls of blood, tilted his head to the side, and died on the spot.

"Haha-"

Wu Guangguang smiled, there is no need for the other party to sign up, this person is Zhong Tian out of ten, I really didn't expect that this first national thief of the Wind Country could die in his own hands. Thinking about it, he raised the spirit knife above his head and slashed downward, and with a crisp click, the corpse's head fell in response, and he picked it up with the tip of the knife, carried it in his hand, and tied it around his waist with his head down.

As soon as he tied his head, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves on the side, and Wu Guang was about to look back, when he was cold, the evil wind on his side was not good, and the air fluctuated, as if there was a spiritual wave coming. Sensing the approaching danger, Wu Guang didn't have time to think about it, and instinctively reacted by rolling down on the spot immediately, and rolled far away.

At the moment when he rolled away, hundreds of spirit thorns had already approached, and the spirit thorns did not hurt Wu Guang, but turned the war spurs that stopped in place into a hornet's nest. The power of these spirit thorns was so fierce that the long body of the war horse penetrated, and after hundreds of spirit thorns flew over, the war horse was only left with a vague mass of flesh and blood.

Wu Guang, who was lying on the ground, could see it clearly, and at the same time, he broke out in a cold sweat, what a domineering soul-chasing stab! Who is the comer? He bounced up from the ground, raised his current look, and looked at the person who attacked him secretly.

The person who came was covered with a sky-blue spirit armor, holding a nine-turn Qiankun gun in his hand, stepping down the white dragon horse, looking at it coldly, majestic and murderous. Wu Guang didn't know this person, and he had never heard of such a number one person in his impression. He frowned and asked in a cold voice, "Come and get your name!"

"Zhong Wu!"

At the same time as the person who came to report his name, he had already rushed to Wu Guang's approach, and the head of the nine-turn Qiankun gun trembled, pulling out three spear flowers in the air, stabbing Wu Guang's throat and left and right chests.

Oh! It turned out that he was Zhong Wu, Zhong Tian's second son! Wu Guang was not afraid to laugh, his body flashed out more than two meters away, and all the other party's three shots were out of the way, and then said with a smile: "It turned out to be Zhong Tian's son! It's okay, now your thief father and brother have all died, and only you are the only seedling left, I don't think you need to live anymore, go to Huangquan Road to find your father and brother as companions!"

"Fuck your mother!" Zhong Wu heard this, his nose was almost crooked, the spirit spear in his hand was shining, and the blood soul chased suddenly, and the dark red spirit thorns formed an overwhelming net in the air, shooting towards Wu Guang's vital points in unison.

In fact, if Wu Guang can calm down and analyze, he can immediately feel that something is wrong, Zhong Tian is Zhong Wu's father, if he dies, Zhong Wu will be grief-stricken, but now Zhong Wu only has an angry look on his face, and there is no sadness. However, now that Zhong Wu's skills were too powerful, Wu Guang couldn't calm down and think about it at all.

The degree of cultivation of the other party can be judged by the color of the blood soul chasing, the redder the spirit thorn released, the deeper its cultivation, and the shallower it is, Zhong Wu's blood soul chasing spirit thorn is already dark red, just this point, Wu Guang judged that the other party's cultivation is by no means below himself.

It is impossible to dodge the large-scale attack skill of Blood Soul Chasing, and at the last moment, Wu Guang exerted all his strength and shouted: "It's good!" Before the words fell, the Glaive Knife in his hand was glowing with strange brilliance, and the spirit chaos was released.

Call!

There were so many blades that they gathered together like a hurricane, and because there were so many of them, the whistling sound produced when they rubbed the air shook people's eardrums.

Wu Guang's spiritual chaos collided with Zhong Wu's blood soul chase, and at that moment, as if the sky was about to collapse, the spirit blade and the spirit thorn collided with each other, and they all shattered, causing the fluctuations to spread outward, forming one air wave after another, even the soldiers standing more than ten meters away were oppressed by the qi waves, and involuntarily retreated backwards. At the same time, the soil on the ground was also rolled up by the spirit blades and spirit thorns, flying sand and stones, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the people around them had an illusion, as if they were in purgatory.

It seemed that a century had passed, and the field gradually quieted down, and when the dust cleared, and then looked at the two people in the field, the surrounding Peng soldiers and generals were startled.

Wu Guang stood on the ground and did not move, but his body moved back two or three meters away, his feet left two long marks on the ground, looking at him, there were more blood holes the thickness of his thumb on his left shoulder, above his left chest, lower abdomen, right leg, etc., and blood continued to flow out from the cracked spirit armor.

Look at Zhong Wu again, the situation is not much better, the white dragon horse he stepped on has become a blood dragon horse, how many cuts have been drawn on the body can not be counted, the four hooves are broken, and he fell to the ground motionless, Zhong Wu, who was originally sitting on the horse, has stood on the ground, his head spirit armor is broken, his head is scattered, and there are two dazzling blood marks on his face, half of his face is dyed red, and the spirit armor on his body is incomplete, there are more than ten cuts that have been cut by the spirit blade, and several of them have extremely deep wounds, and even Sen Sen's white bones are exposed.

It can be said that Wu Guang and Zhong Wu's skills are both defeated, and neither of them takes advantage of the other.

Wu Guangqiang endured the pain in his body, squinted at Zhong Wu opposite, and at the same time he was nodding secretly, it seems that the rumors are not all false, Zhong Wu is really a spiritual martial genius, whether it is cultivation or skills, there are outstanding points.

He slowly raised the knife in his hand, pointed at Zhong Wu, and said in a cold voice, "Come again!"