Zhong Wen smiled slightly, and slowly stretched out his left hand forward, holding it flat in front of his chest.

The spirit thunder flying in the sky didn't know what kind of demon it was, and when it was less than a kilometer away from Zhong Wen's body, it suddenly turned around, and actually flew back, unceremoniously smashing into the Fulong soldiers who were manipulating the thunder car.

"Not good!" General Fulong had never seen such a strange phenomenon, his face changed drastically, he panicked, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so he had to shout loudly, "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The size of the thunder car was huge, and it was not easy to dodge flexibly, but with the deafening roar, dozens or hundreds of spiritual thunderbolts burst out in the Fulong army.

In an instant, the army was screaming again and again, flesh and blood were flying, and from time to time stumps and broken arms were blown into the sky, and from a distance, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a man or a horse, and a small half of the dozens of minecarts had been damaged, and the remaining half were also twisted and crooked, completely out of order.

Several of the mine carts were completely out of control, and under a random ejection, several spirit thunders actually flew towards the transport convoy where Thirteen Niang and Coral were.

"Ahh

Coral was young after all, and when he saw several spiritual thunderbolts smashed on his head, he recalled the terrifying scene of the previous spiritual thunder explosion, and couldn't help but exclaim.

As the most favored captive in history, Jiang Yushi's hands and feet were not tied, and she hesitated a little in the face of the attack of her own army, but finally reached out and grabbed Sango's arm, intending to save this kind and lovely girl. As for those big cadres and soldiers, they were completely out of her consideration.

If it weren't for Zhong Wen's removal of the spirit rope and a yang finger on her body, Jiang Yushi would even be eager to take action in person, slaughter the great cadres, and recapture the spirit breaking arrow.

However, before she could unfold her body, a burst of overlapping shadows suddenly appeared in front of her, and Zhong Wen, who was still in the distance a moment ago, somehow blocked in front of everyone.

"Boom!"

He appeared in just the right position, as if he deliberately used his body to meet the spiritual thunder, several spiritual thunderbolts collided with him impartially, and a loud sound that shook the earth erupted, and the dazzling light and shadow instantly dispersed, completely engulfing his white figure, and the ground around him was also shaken into dust and dented by several inches.

"Thief!"

"Zhong Wen!"

"Scumbag!"

Three soft and poignant cries rang out at the same time.

The power of the military spiritual thunder is far from being comparable to the small spiritual thunder used by the original Taijin, so many hard to carry down, even if Thirteen Niang, Coral and Jiangyu Poetry Dao Zhongwen do not die, they will have to take off a layer of skin.

Unexpectedly, the strong light receded, the smoke dissipated, but Zhong Wen's figure still stood straight in front of everyone, the surface of the purple body, silver lines were shining, the hem of the white cloth shirt fluttered in the wind, and the incomparable destructive power of the spirit thunder seemed to have failed to bring him the slightest harm.

Sure enough!

During this time, Zhong Wen took out the spirit pattern pen as soon as he was free, and while running the "Spirit Pattern Refining Technique", he wrote and painted on his body, and he didn't know how many defensive spirit patterns were inscribed, and what kind of physical strength he had reached, even he himself was immeasurable.

"Scumbag, you're not dead!" a look of surprise appeared on Sango's fair face.

"I said that I am an immortal, a mere mortal weapon, how can I be injured?" Zhong Wen saw that he would not be injured, his heart was relieved, and he turned his head and said with a smile, "Go quickly, you stay here, I can't play well." ”

"Take care of yourself. Seeing that he seemed to be really not afraid of the army, Thirteen Niang's heart was relieved, and she reminded her softly, and then commanded the convoy to speed up and move quickly in the direction of Liangping Pass.

Zhong Wen waved his hand in a dashing manner, and then his figure flashed, and he appeared in the Fulong army formation again.

Knowing that the other party could not break through his own defense, he no longer had any scruples, and he didn't even bother to use the "transfer flowers and jade", allowing the swords of the Fulong soldiers to slash on his body, making a "poof" sound, without the slightest pain in his body, the long sword in his hand flew over, and countless golden sword lights fell from the sky, constantly harvesting the lives of the Fulong soldiers.

"Spread out, spread out!" the leading Fulong general shouted hoarsely, directing the soldiers to disperse the formation so as not to be wiped out by Zhong Wen's terrifying spiritual skills.

However, at this time, Zhong Wen has completely let go of his hands and feet, like a peerless god of war, wherever he passes, the blocker is invincible, there is no need to be distracted to defend, all his energy is put into attacking, the peerless spiritual skill of the Holy Spirit grade "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" is under the blessing of "Purple Qi from the East", the lethality can be called terrifying, but in just a dozen breaths, more than a thousand Fulong soldiers have died in his hands.

"Hold on, he's only one person!" the Fulong general's voice sounded again, perhaps because he had been shouting for too long, and his voice was already slightly hoarse, "There will always be a time when the spiritual power is exhausted!"

Immediately after, his eyes suddenly widened, and he watched Zhong Wen unhurriedly take out a small bottle from his arms, uncork the bottle, raise his head and take a few pills, and then his figure flashed, and instantly appeared in front of him.

"You're a little clever, too. Zhong Wen said with a smile, and with a palm of his left hand, his spiritual power turned into three dazzling little suns in front of him, and went straight to General Fulong.

"Arrogance!" Seeing that he was being despised by him, the general's heart became angry, and the big knife in his hand was swung out violently, and he slashed at Zhong Wen's head.

"Phew!"

I saw that Zhong Wen did not dodge or dodge, and let the big knife smash on the top of his head, accompanied by a loud sound of gold and iron impact, the Fulong general only felt a huge shock in the tiger's mouth, and the big knife in his hand seemed to be slashed on the stubborn stone, not only failed to cause the slightest damage to the other party, but was shocked by the force of the rebound Half of his body was sore, and he was unable to move for a while, and he could only watch the three little suns attack his head, getting closer and closer to him.

"Ahh

The body of the Fulong general was quickly swallowed up by the dazzling brilliance of the three small suns, and a terrible scream came out from it, lingering in the air for a long time.

Zhong Wen struck a successful blow and did not stop, his figure flashed again, and soon appeared in front of another team of people.

In this way, his white figure is like a ghost, flickering and flickering, every time he makes a move, he must harvest the lives of a large number of Fulong soldiers, and the tens of thousands of troops on the opposite side have tried their best and tried all kinds of means, but not even a single hair of him has been injured.

With the strength of one person, against tens of thousands of horses, he seems to have the upper hand.

Is this the power of the gods?

Chen Youliang's eyes lit up on the horses in the distance, he was so fascinated that he could hardly suppress his high and fierce mood, if he wasn't in a hurry to transport the Spirit Breaking Arrow, he couldn't wait to stop and watch Zhong Wen's battle process carefully.

A brain-dead powder is gradually taking shape.

From now on, if Zhong Wen said to him, "is fragrant", I am afraid that he will also firmly believe it, thinking that his understanding of in the past is not deep enough.

He's so strong!

Watching Zhong Wen's gorgeous battle from afar, Jiang Yushi's eyebrows were furrowed, and her heart was mixed, not knowing whether to feel sad for the tragic situation of the Fulong army, or secretly rejoicing that Zhong Wen could survive.

At this moment, she really had a premonition that in this war, the chances of the Fulong Empire winning were getting smaller and smaller.

Pieces of Fulong soldiers fell under Zhong Wen's terrifying spiritual skills, but there were still new Fulong soldiers gathered around, after all, he had not reached the Lingzun realm, the number of golden sword lights was limited, even if he had killed thousands of people, he still couldn't catch up with the other party's reinforcement speed.

Seeing that there were more and more enemy troops around, Zhong Wen did not panic, but shuttled through the battlefield very calmly, picking on the command of the enemy army, every time he shot, a general would be killed, and after a while, the Fulong army lost as many as 100 important generals.

Gradually, a depressing atmosphere hung over the Fulong army.

The teams lost their commanders and became as chaotic as headless flies, colliding with each other from time to time, and Zhong Wen's completely impenetrable defenses also brought unspeakable fear to the soldiers.

Is this still human?

Looking at Zhong Wen, who was invulnerable and invulnerable, such a thought inevitably flashed in the hearts of the soldiers of the Fulong Empire.

Fear is like a seed that breaks through the ground, sprouts, thrives, and gradually becomes uncontrollable.

"Youkai!!

When another Fu Longya was smashed in the head by Zhong Wen with a fist, it was not just who shouted first, among the tens of thousands of troops, some people were so frightened that they turned around and ran away, trying to stay away from the battlefield and desert.

If someone takes the lead, someone will follow suit.

Many soldiers with slightly weaker psychological qualities could no longer control their emotions when they saw others fleeing, and they also quickly evacuated the battlefield after those who fled first.

"Come back, give me back!" A tooth general saw someone running away, his heart was very anxious, and he shouted sharply, "Whoever dares to be a deserter will be killed!"

Before the words fell, a shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, revealing Zhong Wen's white figure.

I saw that the long sword in Zhong Wen's hand was like a match, like a shock, and the tip of the sword turned into a dazzling point of light, coming straight to his eyebrows.

Flying Immortals!

The tooth general was shocked, kicked his legs, and tried to retreat backwards, but it was too late, and he could only watch the long sword pierce between his eyebrows, and his head hurt, and he was no longer conscious.

In this way, the morale of the Fulong soldiers finally fell to the bottom, and wave after wave of soldiers began to retreat, fleeing, trying to stay away from Zhong Wen's location, and those generals didn't even dare to stop it, for fear that they would accidentally come out and become the primary target of Zhong Wen's killing.

In less than a moment, the tens of thousands of horses that originally besieged Zhong Wen were actually less than 10,000 left.

When hundreds of golden sword lights fell from the air again, the remaining thousands of Fulong soldiers finally gave up their resistance completely and scattered with a "bang".

In the blink of an eye, the originally dense Fulong army actually walked away, and on the entire avenue, only Zhong Wen's lonely figure remained.

"None of them can fight!"

He looked up at the blue sky, saying the classic lines of his previous life, the long sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the ground, and his posture stood proudly, like an invincible ancient god of war, looking down on the world.

With the cultivation of the Heavenly Wheel level, one person and one sword repelled tens of thousands of troops, but he was unscathed.

I am afraid that such an achievement will go down in history and be passed down for centuries to come, and become an extreme case of the Great Qian Empire's foreign wars in which fewer won more.