The sharp sword qi rose from the ground, rushing straight to eight hundred zhang, and a sword opened a huge opening in the blood cloud above the head, and the residual thunder and lightning avoided to the side, this scene almost shocked many barbarian priests who were in a battle out of their bodies.

Fortunately, the blood cloud was formless and substantial, and it was only broken for a moment, and it quickly merged together, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the barbarian priests put their minds at ease, only to remember that this blood cloud was not the key to the great array, and it really shouldn't have been taken by the enemy for no reason.

Li Wenshuo only shot a sword into the sky, and after confirming that it was fruitless, he did not continue to do useless work, and once again stared at Ulan Batel, who was sitting on horseback in front of him.

The two sides are 100 feet apart.

At this distance, Li Wenshuo can almost rush through, but he also knows that the blood cloud above his head is definitely not an ornament, since the other party is so fearless, he must have a lot of support, and he will never let him rush over easily.

Li Wenshuo took a step forward.

The few people around Ulan Baatar did not show the slightest fear, but their eyes were blazing and fanatical, just like the annual tribal hunt, watching the male lions on the grassland, waving their claws, falling into the carefully arranged trap step by step, the more they were dying, the more they could make the nobles and warriors participating in the hunt have the pleasure of conquest.

Sure enough, the heavy pressure fell from the sky, and his left foot directly stepped on the ground, sinking into the ground for three inches, even how he used the method of light body unloading, he still felt the huge pressure from top to bottom getting heavier and heavier, and the bones of his body rattled.

He frowned slightly, still clenching his broken teeth in his hands, and took another step forward, stepping onto the ground. I only heard a boom, and a huge force overturned on the ground, and the whole ground shook.

At the same time, a blood-colored lightning bolt fell from the sky, simple and direct, but Li Wenshuo was almost unavoidable.

His eyelids jumped, and he didn't look at it, but he swung out a sword, and his backhand was to chop the thunder above his head into pieces. But in this fight, he also knew that the power of this thunder could not be underestimated, and it was even equivalent to a blow from an ordinary army breaking realm master, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

As soon as the thunder fell, another lightning bolt overhead had already accumulated.

At the same time, a hundred zhang away, the barbarian army actually gave way to a few positions and lifted out several huge bed crossbows, which were large killing weapons that still needed to be operated by eight people at the same time to launch even if they relied on the operation of the machine.

This weapon is so powerful that it cannot be stopped by manpower. However, it is too heavy, and is generally only used to destroy the city wall during siege battles, or to nail it to the city wall to facilitate the soldiers to climb. The barbarians marched so quickly, but still disassembled the eight bed crossbows and brought them over, which had just been assembled outside the canyon.

With the ability of the army breaker to sense the changes in the aura of heaven and earth, it is basically impossible for this thing to be shot, but at this time, it is different, Li Wenshuo has been bound in place by that huge pressure, and it is extremely difficult to even move a step.

And this crossbow arrow, in terms of power alone, is no longer inferior to the warrior's flying sword, otherwise, Ulan Batel would not have taken out this thing to deal with him.

Hearing a soft buzzing sound, eight huge crossbow arrows burst in, and in a blink of an eye, they were in front of them, and at the same time, the blood-colored lightning above their heads was also immediately split!

Li Wenshuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hand holding the sword flipped over, as if he was completely unaffected by the pressure, he flew forward, turned around and let go of the blood-colored lightning and a few crossbow arrows, and then smashed a fist into the tip of a crossbow arrow in front of him.

The fist was unharmed, but the long crossbow arrow was shattered inch by inch, and the tip of the arrow made of stainless steel was directly crushed into a pile of crumbs by the strength contained in the fist.

It takes time for the crossbow bolts to be loaded, but the blood-colored lightning above the head is like a shadow, and the power of the destruction of the world follows, connecting together.

And Li Wenshuo's performance at the moment is incredible, his figure has become extremely light again, Rao is blood-colored lightning followed, he moved and flipped in every square inch, still unscathed, quite a kind of chic pleasure in the thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touches the body.

This scene made the eyes of the barbarian priest who was still alive widen, how could this be possible, that kind of pressure comes with people, no matter how strong the people under the clouds are, as long as they are still in the formation for a moment, they will be pressed by that pressure and cannot move.

And this blood-colored lightning will also chase the breath of people, how can it be dodged by a mere body dodge?

They were puzzled and puzzled, but Li Wenshuo didn't want to stay under this blood cloud for a moment. That kind of pressure is still there, he can feel it clearly, but it is outside the sword domain, and he is in the sword world, and he is not affected.

He slammed his right foot on the ground, and the whole person slammed forward. Behind him, blood-colored lightning slammed into the ground, blasting through vast expanses of dirt like headless flies.

However, it did not happen.

His current realm is incomprehensible to ordinary people, but as long as the sword domain is taken out, Ulan Baatar at the same level will understand it, so he dismounted and blocked in front of Li Wenshuo.

Of course, Li Wenshuo would not take a step back, he had already come to the edge of the big array, and at this time, even if a mountain was in front of him, he would only split the mountain with one sword.

A fist came to the face.

Li Wenshuo was not surprised, after all, he had also noticed Ulan Batel's movements, and the other party did not hide it, so this punch was extremely fair and powerful.

It's just that under the cover of countless blood-colored lightning overhead, the demeanor of this fist has been covered by most of it, and it looks extremely ordinary.

And Li Wenshuo was bloodied all the way, slashing armor and dragging his sword, with boundless bloody aura, he already had an invincible momentum, even on the side of the barbarian soldiers, he didn't have much hope for the mediocre punch of the high priest.

It's just that the next moment, a burst of cheers broke out on the side of the barbarian army.

In that huge clearing, the Central Plains swordsman, who was almost about to cross the range of the blood cloud, punched the barbarian high priest, retreated a hundred zhang, and was smashed back under the blood cloud.

The soldiers and horses around, whether they were infantry or cavalry, saw that the high priest was so brave, and their blood immediately boiled, and they were eager to rush forward and kill.

In the blood cloud, Li Wenshuo stood with his sword horizontally, looking at Ulan Baatar who was close at hand, in the midst of the army, he still looked calm, his demeanor was outstanding, and he had killed countless people, but the white robe was not stained with blood, and he was hunted by the unique west wind of summer.

Ulan Baatar was also looking at Li Wenshuo, his expression was a little complicated, he didn't continue to speak, and directly punched out. Only when you have personally faced his fist do you know how heavy this punch is, like a mountain.

He can even directly kill a master who breaks the army realm with a single punch.

Li Wenshuo pulled out his sword sideways, and then flashed a blood-colored lightning, and the incomparable sword light was directly sprinkled on Ulan Batel's fist, and the next moment, the sword light shattered, Li Wenshuo snorted, and retreated again.

His sword was fast enough, but it still couldn't give way to that fist, and Ulan Batel's Vajra physique was even stronger than Li Juexian's, so he felt that even if he slashed with a sword, he might not be able to hit the opponent hard.

He retreated to unload the force.

It seems that Ulan Baatar has the advantage, but in fact, although the two have used their real skills, they are also unscathed. But Li Wenshuo knew that if he stood here, if there was no accident, he would definitely lose.

If he makes an appointment with Ulan Baatar alone, and has a solemn and fair duel like an ordinary Jianghu master, he will not be afraid in his heart, because if he has not fought, the victory or defeat is unknown. With the realm of the two of them, no one wants to kill anyone easily.

However, at this time, he could not kill Ulan Batel, but Ulan Baatar could kill him.

for he has resolved not to retreat.

He could have just left, asked about the plan from Liu Ye, and then helped him when the time came, whether the tiger prison was lost or not, and tens of thousands of people would not die, it didn't matter at all to the overall situation.

As long as this barbarian cavalry is eaten, the barbarian warriors outside the pass can no longer be dispersed to constantly harass the border areas of all sides, at that time, the two sides concentrated their men and horses, and fought with all their might, and the Liyang border army was hundreds of thousands, no matter what conspiracy and tricks the enemy had, they would never be afraid.

But he couldn't back down after all.

His sword immortal name is not self-proclaimed, nor is it the love of people in the rivers and lakes, but by the word of mouth of tens of millions of people.

What he is carrying is not these two false names, but these thousands of lives.

The Central Plains has a saying, iron shoulders bear morality. All this was not imposed on him, it was he who willingly carried it on his shoulders.

Ulan Baatar doesn't understand, of course he doesn't, because there is no chivalrous spirit in the culture of the steppe for hundreds of years.

What is Chivalry?

Powerful people help the weak and sacrifice themselves for others, this is chivalry.

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Summary of this chapter The sharp sword qi rose from the ground, rushing straight to eight hundred zhang, and a sword opened a huge opening in the blood cloud above the head, and the residual thunder and lightning avoided to the side, this scene almost shocked many barbarian priests who were in a battle out of their bodies.

Fortunately, the blood cloud was formless and substantial, and it was only broken for a moment, and it quickly merged together, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the barbarian priests put their minds at ease, only to remember that this blood cloud was not the key to the great array, and it really shouldn't have been taken by the enemy for no reason.

Li Wenshuo only shot a sword into the sky, and after confirming that it was fruitless, he did not continue to do useless work, and once again stared at Ulan Batel, who was sitting on horseback in front of him.

The two sides are 100 feet apart.

At this distance, Li Wenshuo can almost rush through, but he also knows that the blood cloud above his head is definitely not an ornament, since the other party is so fearless, he must have a lot of support, and he will never let him rush over easily.

Li Wenshuo took a step forward.

The few people around Ulan Baatar did not show the slightest fear, but their eyes were blazing and fanatical, just like the annual tribal hunt, watching the male lions on the grassland, waving their claws, falling into the carefully arranged trap step by step, the more they were dying, the more they could make the nobles and warriors participating in the hunt have the pleasure of conquest.

Sure enough, the heavy pressure fell from the sky, and his left foot directly stepped on the ground, sinking into the ground for three inches, even how he used the method of light body unloading, he still felt the huge pressure from top to bottom getting heavier and heavier, and the bones of his body rattled.

He frowned slightly, still clenching his broken teeth in his hands, and took another step forward, stepping onto the ground. I only heard a boom, and a huge force overturned on the ground, and the whole ground shook.

At the same time, a blood-colored lightning bolt fell from the sky, simple and direct, but Li Wenshuo was almost unavoidable.

His eyelids jumped, and he didn't look at it, but he swung out a sword, and his backhand was to chop the thunder above his head into pieces. But in this fight, he also knew that the power of this thunder could not be underestimated, and it was even equivalent to a blow from an ordinary army breaking realm master, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

As soon as the thunder fell, another lightning bolt overhead had already accumulated.

At the same time, a hundred zhang away, the barbarian army actually gave way to a few positions and lifted out several huge bed crossbows, which were large killing weapons that still needed to be operated by eight people at the same time to launch even if they relied on the operation of the machine.

This weapon is so powerful that it cannot be stopped by manpower. However, it is too heavy, and is generally only used to destroy the city wall during siege battles, or to nail it to the city wall to facilitate the soldiers to climb. The barbarians marched so quickly, but still disassembled the eight bed crossbows and brought them over, which had just been assembled outside the canyon.

With the ability of the army breaker master to sense the changes in the breath of heaven and earth, it is basically impossible for this thing to be shot, but it is different at this time, Li

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