You must know that the respective armies of the three major dynasties are still dominated by mortals who are familiar with martial arts, and the elite troops are just warriors in the Yuan period, and the innate masters are the backbone of the major legions, either commanders or generals, no one will have the luxury of treating them as ordinary soldiers, that is, the innate disciples of various factions who were called in the national war, nominally soldiers, but in fact they are treated no different from officers.

No one knows how strong an army of martial artists equivalent to the spiritual consciousness stage will be, because no one has ever seen it.

Looking through history, there was a long time ago, with a scale of about 3,000 people, and that time was a war to destroy the country, and those strong people were unwilling to die in the country, so they had to put down the mustard and join forces.

Three thousand people, at most a battalion in a legion of tens of thousands of people, and King Zhan, who has 200,000 elite soldiers under his command and can recruit more than three times the number of troops at any time, 3,000 people may be a fraction of the number of casualties in one of his exercises.

But before all the three thousand innate were killed, they had killed dozens of times their enemies, half of whom died at the hands of the third-order masters of Spiritual Sense, Divine Treasure, and Form, while the other half were all killed by the twenty-three martial spirits.

Since then, the martial soul has truly become the mainstay of all forces, and the best of the best in the world has been selected, and the stronger one has been awarded the title of martial god, and the world has respected it.

It was also from that time that "martial souls are not allowed to shoot at mortals for no reason in non-war time" has become an unspoken rule that the strong of all parties abide by, and the competition and decisive battle between martial souls should also be carried out in places where there are no people to avoid the downtown area, so as to minimize the damage to the weak, and later this range was expanded to the tangible period and has been maintained until now.

Zhan Qianwu didn't dare to think of a force composed of all martial souls, even Shenzang didn't dare to think that she could form a force composed of all spiritual consciousness stage masters, she was already very satisfied.

You must know that the combat power of a master in the spiritual awareness period is not only aggressive, but also resistant.

In the absence of an equivalent master, why would an ordinary army retreat in front of an innate master?

Because without reaching the innate realm, no one can resist the erosion of innate power, and neither can quasi-congenital.

Feng Zhiping is an example, in the most thrilling duels in Diancang Mountain, just relying on a wisp of Five Elements Spiritual Qi made an evenly matched opponent lose resistance, and even seriously injured and dying, so "congenital only congenital can be restrained" is common sense, and few people can break it.

In addition to these, Zhan Qianwu also has a consideration - Huangquan.

Gou Anjie is a person from Huangquan, and the medicine is made by Huangquan, with this kind of means, it is difficult to guarantee that Huangquan will not resurrect and pull up an innate army.

In the case of not using martial spirits and shapes, it doesn't take much, two thousand monsters with the strength of Gou Anjie are enough to make the major factions retreat, and if there are three thousand, the imperial court is afraid that it will have to mobilize the main battle force at the corps level to suppress it.

For the sake of the country, her family and herself, she must figure out what is going on and prevent it from happening.

came to Gou Anjie, looked at the behemoth who was half-kneeling on the ground, frowned in disgust, and reached out to grab the short knife.

"Pad the cloth, what if it's poisonous?" Feng Zhiping shouted as he craned his neck from afar.

He was originally going to go, but as soon as Oolong stepped forward, there was an extra circle of two-person high walls of fire, and the cliffs at both ends blocked all the way in a semicircle.

The hand stopped in front of the short knife, Zhan Qianwu thought about it, and felt that what Feng Zhiping said was very reasonable, so he retracted his hand and hooked his finger at him.

"You, come here. ”

"I don't!" Feng Zhiping's head shook into a rattle.

Zhan Qianwu's eyes sharpened: "I called you over!"

"Not really!"

"I'll count three times, if you don't come, I'll abolish you!"

"It's better to be dead than to die!" Feng Zhiping said angrily, "I kindly remind you, but you will take revenge on me as a test subject, do you have a conscience?

"You dare to be disrespectful to my Zhan Palace!"

"Cut, don't scare me, young master, I'm just telling the truth!"

Seeing that Feng Zhiping was determined to come over, Zhan Qianwu's tone changed, and his eyes were extremely contemptuous: "Coward!"

Feng Zhiping laughed and nodded vigorously: "Yes, I'm a coward, I'm a coward, who dares to say that I'm not in a hurry with me!

There is a saying that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, and hob meat has always been the most troublesome. Zhan Qianwu was helpless, turned around with a cold snort, thought about it, took out a handkerchief and put it on his hand, and continued to grab the short knife.

Hold the short knife and there is nothing abnormal.

I pulled it twice, but I didn't pull it.

"Still so sturdy when you're dead?"

Zhan Qianwu frowned, with the force in his hand, the short knife began to move outward a little bit, and the tendons connected to it were broken one after another, and when the last one broke, Gou Anjie's eyes suddenly opened on his charred face.

"Whoop~~No!!"

The inhuman roar gradually turned into a cry of despair, and the charred huge body began to collapse, as if it was melting, and the soft and collapsed flesh and crumbs continued to fall off, and after a while, Gou Anjie returned to the size of a normal person, but the wound on his chest was still there, and the entire chest cavity was almost hollowed out.

But he didn't die, even if he lost his strength, the flame of life was still burning tenaciously.

"Mom, this isn't going to die?" Feng Zhiping was stunned, his eyes were like ghosts.

Zhan Qianwu seemed to be calm, but she was actually playing the drum in her heart, and the sudden voice just now really scared her a lot.

Kneeling on the ground, struggling to raise his head, Gou Anjie's eyes were full of resentment.

That look made Zhan Qianwu very uncomfortable, she frowned and looked at each other for a moment, and kicked over: "Die." ”

Behind him was the abyss, Gou Anjie knew that he would die, and he was fierce, and he tried all his strength to hug Zhan Qianwu's leg and lean back violently.

"Let's die together!"

Zhan Qianwu didn't notice it for a while, and was dragged down with a scream.

The sudden change completely stunned Feng Zhiping, and he immediately rushed to the edge of the cliff, only to see Zhan Qianwu's spear stuck in the cliff holding it with one hand, holding a short knife in the other hand, and Gou Anjie, who was still not dead, was still falling on his leg.

"Help me!" Zhan Qianwu shouted in panic, there was nothing under her feet, and she could clearly feel her strength draining rapidly.

Feng Zhiping breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to ridicule and help again, but the dying Gou Anjie saw him return to the light again, revealing a hideous smile.

"Feng Zhiping, you want to save your woman?

After speaking, he bit Zhan Qianwu's leg, and Zhan Qianwu, who was already afraid of heights, suddenly lost his last strength, and watched Feng Zhiping fall in despair.

"Grass, you can't die!!"

Feng Zhiping was so shocked that he didn't want to jump off, one hand in mid-air thrust the Chaolu sword into the cliff with all his might, and the other hand took out the spear and stretched it down.

"Hold on!"

Zhan Qianwu's desperate eyes swelled with the light of hope, and she struggled to reach out and grab the head of the gun and hold it tightly.

But she's not alone.

The strength of the two people to fall could not be stopped at all by the little resistance that the sword inserted into the cliff towards Lu, and the sword head came out with a stabbing sound, and two desperate exclamations echoed through the canyon, getting farther and farther away.

On the ground, Oolong and Spark ran to the edge of the cliff at the same time and looked down anxiously, trying to find the figure of their respective owners, but where could they find it?

The spark neighed in despair, and the leg was bowed and wanted to be martyred, but the oolong hurriedly bumped into it, stepped forward and snorted without knowing what was exchanged, and then the spark led the way, and the two horses galloped away.

After another moment, two ghostly figures appeared on the edge of the cliff, which was the master and servant of the Xiangju guest.

"No !!"

Leaving Mai Dong, Xiangjuke pounced on the place where the three of them fell, looking at the clouds and mist below and gritting his teeth.

"Damn fool, fool with a thousand cuts, who told you to die with him! I let you bring him back completely, but what did you do, what did you do! Fool, a fool who can't solve his hatred after killing a thousand knives, he is dead, how do you let the old man live, how do you live!!"

Mai Dong sighed secretly, walked to the side and knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his hand to help: "Master, the chasing soldiers are almost here, let's leave quickly." ”

"Get out, don't touch me!"

With one arm snatching Mai Dong away, Xiangjuke stood up with a fierce gaze: "Chasing soldiers, chasing soldiers, what about chasing soldiers?

The corners of Mai Dong's mouth were bleeding, but he was not dissatisfied, and when he heard this, he returned to Xiangjuke's side and knelt down again: "Master, those cavalry are not terrible, but they have already notified the Dongyuan Army." Wei Zhongshan, the commander of the Dongyuan Army, has good strength, and has a very close personal relationship with Feng Moxiu, so it is difficult to guarantee that he will not go out in person. Master, your old wounds have not healed, if you bump into him, then... Please think twice!"

Xiangjuke had already calmed down, looked at the blood stains on the corner of Mai Dong's mouth, took out a pill and handed it over with an expressionless face: "Yunhai Gangfeng, with my current cultivation, it is difficult to resist, or not, that person has nothing to do with me, so think of another way." Eat it, refine it on the road, let's go. ”

"Thank you, master!"

Mai Dong was ecstatic, and immediately put it in his mouth, and before he could swallow it, he was picked up by the Xiangju guest and flew over the traces of the ground, and continued to fry the West without stopping.

More than an hour later, Chu Fei and his entourage appeared on the opposite bank, condensed their spiritual sense and "heart eye" to look at the location where the three of them fell, looked at it again and again in disbelief, and turned pale at the end.

"It's too late!

In the traces of the earth, Feng Zhiping and Zhan Qianwu fell faster and faster, and the strong wind that fell made people unable to open their eyes.

Gou Anjie was not far below them, and he was dead after a while, Zhan Qianwu kicked and kicked him off, but he was so annoying when he died, he was like a ghost, and he could see his hateful face when he looked down.

Unlike Zhan Qianwu, Feng Zhiping doesn't care whether Gou Anjie is dead or not, he only cares about whether he can live, and he has never stopped saving himself from beginning to end.

Chaolu's sword stabbed at the cliff again and again, but the speed of the fall was too fast, the sword could not be inserted deep at all, and it would slip out almost the moment it was inserted.

"Damn bastard, you should really stab him two more times to get angry!" Feng Zhiping spat in the direction of Gou Anjie hatefully, but Gou Anjie didn't enjoy it, and he and Zhan Qianwu "enjoyed" a lot.

In normal times, Zhan Qianwu must have been furious and directly barbecued him with a shot, but now, this girl is only left shouting.

What kind of mood is it for a person who is afraid of heights to fall off a cliff, Feng Zhiping can't imagine, he only feels that his ears are about to be deafened.

Ahhhhh

"Stop shouting!"

Ahhhhh

"Dead woman, shut up!"

Ahhhhh

"If you shout again, I'll kill you!"

Ahhhhh

Feng Zhiping: ......

Sighing in his heart, he parted his sword into his pants, and crawled in front of Zhan Qianwu with a spear in both hands, Feng Zhiping leaned into Zhan Qianwu's ear and shouted: "Don't scream, there is no land in the traces of the earth, and no one will come to save us if you cut your throat!"

"Ahhh Ah, ah?" Zhan Qianwu's eyes were glazed, "You, experienced?"