Li Wenshuo was angry, and the enemy was shocked.

Even the two most powerful warriors at the peak of Genche were wide-eyed, and there was an incredible light shining inside.

Pure Yang Heavenly Fire is the power of heavenly punishment given by the gods, even the most powerful priest in the tribe, once used, it will have to pay a great price, as long as it is touched, it will turn into a charred corpse in an instant.

In the legend of the steppe gods, people who have committed great sins will even turn into ashes.

And Li Wenshuo is undoubtedly the demon who is deeply sinful, but he was hit by the pure yang true fire, and it was only his sleeve that turned into ashes, and the injuries he suffered were like ordinary people accidentally being scalded by boiling water.

Li Wenshuo pinched the sword trick in his hand, and he was about to ride the wind.

A big man stomped his foot on the ground that had been returned into dry and hard, and several cracks broke open, and the boots under his feet instantly split apart and turned into shards in the sky.

At the same time, the barbarian warrior rose from the ground at a faster speed, and a fist fell from the sky, accompanied by a low roar and a gust of wind pressure, Li Wenshuo reluctantly gave up the idea of running away and met it with a punch.

Two fists collided in the air.

A moment ago, Dahan's face was still a little hideous.

The barbarian warriors are far better than those so-called warriors in the Central Plains for the tempering of their bodies, their moves are very simple, there are no bells and whistles, and between one move, the competition is pure strength and speed.

He tried his best with this punch, wanting to smash the arm of the Central Plains swordsman holding the sword in front of him with one punch, although at this moment, he was a little puzzled where the swordsman's sword went, but he didn't have time to think about it.

The next moment, a hideous expression froze on his face.

In the air, the two figures flew out upside down, Li Wenshuo's expression was as usual, his face was a little pale, ** outside, the muscular arms were faintly trembling.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from the crowd, and a guard armed with a scimitar knelt on the ground in horror, watching as he fell to the ground in front of him, his eyes wide and fell in a pool of blood.

He had a hole in his chest, and no one knew how he died.

Only Li Wenshuo and the barbarian man who remained on the ground.

He noticed Li Wenshuo's disappearing sword, but there was no way, the sword was too fast, he didn't stop it, and watched the sword deftly bypass the crowd, and then burrow into the body of a priest.

What kind of hex is this?

Growing up on the grassland all year round, he has never even seen a few swordsmen, let alone knowing that there is such a thing as a flying sword in this world.

Li Wenshuo's face became more and more pale.

Broken teeth swept in the air, stopped smoothly in front of him, Li Wenshuo jumped forward, came to the sword, turned into a white rainbow and rushed out of the camp, disappearing from people's field of vision.

Everyone looked at each other, and even the most powerful samurai was a little overwhelmed at the moment.

They are only responsible for fighting on weekdays, and the command or everything is handed over to the few generals who know the art of war among the barbarians behind them.

As long as they don't die, the generals won't die, this is a very simple truth.

So today they are a little flustered.

These panics were caused by Li Wenshuo, but he was not interested at all, standing in mid-air, looking at the two armies that were still rushing to kill, Liyang's side had already taken the advantage, and believed that victory was only a matter of time.

He took a deep breath.

......

Wang Li rode his horse forward alone, there was not a single guard around, and all he saw was the enemy, and with a wave of the halberd in his hand, he didn't know how many lives he would take away in an instant.

Since the beginning of the war, in a short period of time, he has killed no less than three or four hundred people, but he still does not feel the slightest tiredness.

In order to prevent him from wantonly charging and killing in the ordinary barbarian cavalry, countless masters had gathered around him, but it was useless, when Fang Tian's halberd was waved, they were no different from the most ordinary and weak soldiers.

At the slightest touch, the bones and tendons will be broken, and they will be thrown into the air, and blood will gurgle out from the seven orifices.

His face was covered with visor, and his armor was covered with blood, and his heart was not very calm.

He didn't care about the outcome of this battle, because in his opinion, this battle was a certainty, and he alone, with his understanding of the battle array, it was almost impossible to fall into a certain death situation, and if this continued, he felt that he could really kill 10,000 people.

Although he felt that if he really killed 10,000 people in a row, he would be exhausted to death, and the impact of the war horse was constantly consuming his strength, although it seemed insignificant, but little by little it added up.

Suddenly, a thin sword stabbed from the gloomy corner behind him, and his halberd was about to slash down the two masters in front of him.

There were very few samurai with swords in the grasslands, and they learned this exquisite skill from the Central Plains, but few of them could really master it, but this is the obvious exception for now.

The rapier pierced through the cracks in the armor.

It was a well-planned assassination, and the strength of the assassins was unimaginable!

No one could see the change in that moment.

This is no longer the fight of samurai, not the heroism of releasing horses and charging, but the fight of young people in the market, using all means to win.

The life-and-death struggle between real masters is often just a matter of a moment, just like the heroes in the world meet, they are always so caught off guard, either life or death.

Wang Li roared, only to hear the sound of gold and iron clashing, the four fields were silent, Fang Tian drew the halberd back, bringing up a flying blood, and cutting off the assassin's head.

At the same time, a deep shout rang out from the sky.

"Man Kui is dead, don't surrender quickly!"

Both sides were stunned, looking around, nowhere to be found, I don't know who looked up, only to see a white-clothed swordsman standing in the sky, holding a head with an unclear face.

"Sword ...... Sword Immortal. ”

Someone shuddered.

Li Wenshuo frowned slightly, shouted again, his voice was accompanied by internal force, like rolling thunder, sweeping across the battlefield: "Man Kui is dead, don't surrender quickly!"

The barbarian warriors will not surrender, and there is an immortal hatred between the two sides.

But for a while, it was also chaotic, and Liyang's soldiers also reacted, their eyes flashed with excitement, and they waved their swords and horses to kill.

Wang Li just glanced up at Li Wenshuo above his head, and he re-waved the halberd in his hand, harvesting the lives of the enemy, as if the assassin just now, and the thin sword never existed.

The ensuing battle was one-sided, and Liyang's army spent a long time chasing down the fleeing enemy army, but because the enemy army was too fast, many people still fled back.

The spread of cavalry swept away the enemy's camp like a tide, slashing more than 30,000 people, and in terms of the speed of killing, no one could compare with the huge weapon of the army.

There is no doubt that this is a rare victory.

Li Wenshuo, as a hero and the key to the victory of this war, even surpassed Wang Li in the limelight, and he sat firmly on the title of Sword Immortal, enjoying the reverence of countless soldiers.

But the sword immortal was sitting cross-legged in his tent at the moment, the expression on his face was red and white, and the white air around his body was hazy.

Li Wenshuo suffered a lot of internal injuries, but now, he has enough time to heal, Wang Li's injuries are definitely above him, but it is obvious that the other party is not the kind of person who needs others to worry.

And he really gained a lot, he saw the assassin's resolute and gorgeous stab, and also saw Wang Li's brave counterattack.

Both of these have benefited him immensely.

In an instant, he suddenly opened, this is the real martial arts on the battlefield, there is no calculation and dexterous changes between those fine moves, just an overwhelming murderous aura, and there is a dragon roaring in the murderous aura.

Li Wenshuo recalled as much as he could, the long sword was lying in front of him, silent, and the world was blurred in front of his eyes.

This afternoon, the whole army was rearing, and Li Wenshuo, who was idle, saw Shen Wansan again, and what he didn't expect was that Li Tianyi got mixed up with him.

Although Li Wenshuo is very reluctant, but the affairs of young people, let them decide for themselves, what they do is just teach them the sword, how to do it, what to use it for, it is their own business.